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Of Knights and Demons

Chapter 9

TW: Dark themes, Violence, Forced Marriage and Swearing

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

Previous Chapter

Sleep doesn’t come easy, you’re freezing cold to the point of shivering lightly but eventually you do fall asleep. All you can dream about is Grimmjow, at first the dreams are a bit different than normal, you’re not immediately thrust into the act quite literally. Instead Grimmjow is pressed close in the same way that you were outside the manor before the two of you had left.

One of his legs is slotted between your own while he nips at your neck. You’re arching forward into him as one of his hands trails along your covered leg, you’re still fully clothed, which is different. Your hands come up and tangle into his bright hair which earns you a growl followed by a roll of his hips that has you moaning and wishing for something more.

The hand on your legs rises over your hip and slips under the fabric of your shirt. Grimmjow's hand is intoxicatingly warm and you gasp as your heartbeat flutters. He smirks and gives a small chuckle as he pulls his mouth from your neck. “Enjoying yourself?” He husks into your ear before biting at it.

You whine and nod your agreement enthusiastically as his hand finally comes in contact with your breast. He toys with the flesh for a second before he pinches your nipple between his fingers and begins teasing in earnest. He chuckles again as your head falls back and your eyes close, “Want me to fuck you princess?” Grimmjow rasps deeply against your skin.

You’re awake in an instant, you sit up as your eyes adjust to the dim morning light when Grimmjow speaks, “Well, aren’t you up early.” He teases as you jerk around to look at him and feel something slip from on top of you. Upon closer examination you notice that sometime throughout the night he must have laid his cloak over you, which brings heat to your face. For a moment you're worried about your dream, you’d made some kind of sound once before because of such a dream and you can’t help but be worried that you might have done so again.

After a moment of you not saying anything, Grimmjow's eyes narrow. “You alright?” He asks warily. You take a small breath, you need to answer before he gets more suspicious and realizes that something’s wrong but you’re still reeling a bit.

You swallow thickly and nod to him, his gaze doesn’t let up though. “I’m fine, just couldn’t sleep.” You offer shakily, he looks at you with a pinched brow like he doesn’t believe you. Trying to avoid further questions you pull yourself to your knees and offer him back his cloak. “Thank you.” You thank him kindly and offer him a small smile. He rolls his eyes like he's annoyed but takes his cloak from you and ties it back around himself.

“You wouldn’t stop shivering, I can’t take you back if you freeze.” He tells you, making you feel bad. You start to apologize but he stops you. “Don’t.” He simply tells you with a wave of his hand, there’s no indication of irritation but you still feel bad.

The two of you decide to leave shortly after you wake, you eat a quick meal before mounting the horse and leaving. Grimmjow spends the morning hunting more small game as the two of you ride. Only once he’s made his second kill do you speak, you asked if he was serious about learning to read and with a groan he agreed.

You spent the rest of the day's travels trying to teach him the alphabet and which sounds corresponded with which letters. At first he puts up an argument and asks why he can’t just memorize the words from your book. You argue back that it won’t help him in the long run if he can’t learn new words to which he just argues that you should teach him every word. You laugh at the idea which actually seems to fluster him which only makes you laugh more. After a bit more back and forth he finally agrees to learning your way.

The day passes far quicker than the previous few had and as you sit around the fire with him you tell him that tomorrow you’ll keep the book he’d stolen for you unpacked and start teaching him what the letters look like. Grimmjow doesn’t seem thrilled with the idea but agrees anyway which brings another small smile to your face.

“You’re a lot better since we’ve left.” Grimmjow observes, your eyes flick to him and he’s looking at you with his head cocked. Your brows knit in confusion and you hum at him in question. He sighs before continuing, “I don’t know, you’re just all happy…” He says with a shrug, “You’re laughing and smiling and just, different.” He finishes with a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes as if he’s annoyed you questioned him before looking away from you.

You don’t know what he means by different and you can’t tell if he means it in a negative manner or not. “I’m sorry?” You answer quietly in more of a question than a real response.

Grimmjow’s bright blue eyes snap back to yours, they look impossibly bright in the orange hues of the setting sun, “Don’t apologize- I didn’t mean it like that.” He says with a sigh. “It’s a good thing, you don’t seem as… Miserable.” He explains. He’s right you guess. You hadn’t been on the road long but between you leaving and Aizen's absence before you had left you felt more like yourself for the first time in a while. You still weren’t fully the person you’d been before everything had happened and you doubted you ever would be but you were happier than you’d been in a long while.

You shrug at him a bit, feeling embarrassed about him observing you, observing your behavior, you wondered if he actually liked you or if it annoyed him. Everything seemed too but he also didn’t seem as angry as he normally did and you wondered if he liked being away too, you hoped he did. “It just feels freeing… Being away.” You tell him and he nods his head in what you assume is understanding. You think again about how you’d never have made it without his help, how foolish you’d been to think you could do this alone. He hadn’t taken you up on your offer and if you were being truthful you didn’t know if he would. He certainly didn’t seem like he would, it had been days and he’d made no move to have you in his bed, he even slowed on the lewd comments.

“I know-” You start before cutting yourself off, you want to thank him again even though you know he doesn’t like it when you do so. “I know you don’t always like when I thank you.” You start, “But I really do mean it, you were right, I wouldn’t have made it.” He’s listening to you intently but he doesn’t say anything, just listens and watches you. “Someone would have found me and probably taken me back and I don’t think…” You pause looking for the right wording. “I don’t think I would have made it like that. With him.” You say letting him put together what you meant.

He nods his head slowly but doesn’t say anything. You don’t talk much the rest of the night besides when he tells you that you're not much further from the mountain and that if the weather held out you’d be there soon. The rest of the night follows the same path as the night before. Grimmjow sleeps far less than he should before waking and making you sleep and the following day is more or less the same as the previous.

Grimmjow spends the morning hunting and the rest of the day you spend finding the letters of the alphabet in your book and showing him while he sits behind you on the horse. He gets a few letters confused, not remembering well from the previous day but its progress all the same. Grimmjow informs you while setting up camp that you should be coming across a town sometime within the next day, he told you that the two of you would be spending another night at an inn. You’re extremely ready to be out of the woods and into a real building, with a real bed and hopefully some way to bathe.

When you finally fall asleep for the night you again dream of Grimmjow taking you, which is a bit maddening in its own right. You had no reason to be dreaming about him in such a way and it frustrated you to no end. Especially as you began remembering said dreams randomly throughout the day as you rode towards the town Grimmjow had mentioned. It made it hard to talk to him and brought a flush to your face every time it happened and made you hyper aware of how close the two of you were, of his arms on either side of you or his chest to your back.

Eventually the town became visible and pulled you from your thoughts. You slipped the book back into one of the bags and as you got closer Grimmjow leaned over you a bit. “Same rules as last time, stay close and don’t talk to anyone.” You nod in agreement even though you're well aware of the rules by now.

The town is much larger than the last one you’d been to, a number of shops lined the streets as well as people mulling about their daily lives. A few looked towards you but most just moved from out of the way of the horse. You make it to the inn after a few minutes and Grimmjow offers a hand to you and helps you down.

A few men linger by the entryway and their eyes fall to you as Grimmjow leads you closer. One cocks his head at you but none of them say anything as you slip past. Grimmjow holds the door for you while scowling at the men who all just laugh loudly, they seem drunk but you’re not certain. Grimmjow strides towards the counter and a few of the men from outside follow the two of you inside. You keep a bit closer to Grimmjow than you had at the previous inn, wary of the men as they begin talking with each other. You don’t fully catch what they say but you stiffen when you realize that they’re talking about you in hushed whispers.

Grimmjow starts talking with the man behind the counter about accommodations, he again asks for a room with two beds and one of the men behind you tsk’s his tongue. You look back at him briefly and he smirks at you before winking which gets laughter from the rest of the group. You turn away from him quickly as you flush which gets another loud laugh from the man, the man behind the counter tells Grimmjow that they’ve only got rooms with a double bed which does nothing but anger him.

Grimmjow growls out but slams the money on the counter regardless. The man gets him a key and he starts to pull you towards the door only to be stopped by the man that had winked at you. “How much?” He asks Grimmjow as he eyes you in a way that makes you feel gross. You can see the other men with him sizing you up, they looked at you like you were an object which had you fearful in a way you’ve never felt before. You take a small step towards Grimmjow which causes his eyes to flick to you for just a split second before his scowl returns to the man.

You moved stiffly and your eyes darted to Grimmjow, his jaw had locked and he had that feral look he’d had when that man had entered your room and tried to hurt you. “Go fuck yourself.” Grimmjow barks at him before grabbing you to pull you along with him.

His hand had just begun to push open the wooden door when the man spoke again. “You didn’t seem too keen on spending the night in bed with her, why not give her to someone who does? I bet she looks real good under all those clothes.” The man jokes before he continues, “Or,” the man starts, drawing the word out. “Me and my buddies here can just come and take her, I don’t think she’d mind too much, we’d be real nice. We’ll even promise to be gentle if that’s how she likes it.” He threatens as his eyes settle on Grimmjow and a few of the men behind him chuckle.

You can’t help but shrink into yourself slightly at the threat as you take another micro step towards Grimmjow, you can’t look away from the man, too afraid that if you took your eyes off him that something would happen. There’s a loud sound of wood splintering and your eyes dart in the direction of the sound only to see Grimmjow’s claws embedded into the wood of the door. They’re far more menacing than any other time you’d seen them, unlike any other time you’d seen them there’s anger behind their presence, it’s not just to show them off it’s a threat of his own. The man who had been speaking must also think them threatening as well, his fear is clearly evident on his face as his eyes dart between Grimmjow’s eyes and his blackened hand. “You’re welcome to try,” Grimmjow growls, predatory and angry sounding. “But I can guarantee you won’t lay a hand on her.” He finishes as he rips his claws from the wood roughly, tearing splinters of wood from the door loudly.

Grimmjow doesn’t give any of them a chance to respond, instead he pulls you out and to the room you’ll be staying in without a word. He has you stay in the room as he brings in your supplies and you can��t help but watch the door. You know that those men would have to be idiotic to try anything after Grimmjow’s warning but you were still fearful. When he makes his final trip he walks to you, bringing the bow and arrows to you before placing them in your hands harshly.

Your eyebrows knit and you look at him in confusion, “Where-” You start to ask in question before he cuts you off.

“Stay here.” He tells you firmly. “I’m going to make sure they stay away.” He informs you, sounding dark and almost frightening before turning to leave.

Your eyes widen a bit, you hadn’t expected him to leave you alone so quickly and his words have you feeling uneasy. “You’re not going to kill them, are you?” You ask with concern laced in your voice. While the men had been scary and intimidating you didn’t want any more people to die for you, the men he’d gone back to kill along with the man that had assaulted you felt like more than enough blood on your hands.

Grimmjow sighs deeply, he doesn’t turn to face you, instead he continues to look ahead and for a moment you think he’ll tell you that he will. But he doesn’t, “No, I won’t kill them, I won’t be gone long, thirty minutes maximum.” He answers, sounding aggravated at you for insisting but still he agrees. He doesn’t say anything else and you don’t stop him again as he leaves.

You look down at the bow and quiver in your hands, had he intended for you to use it? Did he think something would happen while he was gone? You desperately wanted for him to come back, you didn’t like the thought of being alone with those men lurking somewhere. What if they’d seen him leave? What if they were waiting outside now? You clutch the bow tighter in your hands as you look around the room.

The room is large, or at least larger than the last inn that you’d stayed in. Like the man had said there’s only a single full bed in the center of the room, there was a small window beside the bed as well as a desk across the room. There was also a door that led into a bathroom, it was far less run down than the previous one and even had a small tub. None of that was your concern though, you couldn’t take your mind off the single bed. Suddenly every inappropriate dream you’d ever had came to the forefront of your mind and every lewd comment Grimmjow had ever made flashed through your head as if you could hear them aloud again.

Grimmjow hadn’t touched you thus far and you highly doubted that he would. When you’d first left you thought that he’d only agreed to bring you to your father because you had offered to sleep with him, but clearly you’d been mistaken. A part of you felt almost hurt and rejected by the realization and you couldn’t explain it. You knew realistically that you shouldn’t be, that all things considered it was a good thing but you couldn’t stop yourself, you knew if he tried you’d be embarrassed but you didn’t know if you’d actually try to stop him. Do you even want him to touch you? You think about it for a long minute and think that yes, a part of you definitely does, between the dreams and how well you’ve been getting along you know that at least some part of you did but how much of you did that part account for?

That thought is enough to finally get you to move, you force yourself to stop thinking like that and instead rest the bow and quiver on the desk and make your way to the bathroom. You make your way to the small bathtub before turning on the water, you run the water as hot as it will go, which isn’t very hot but it's better than nothing. You plug the drain and as the tub fills you strip from your oversized clothes before placing them over the sink.

The warm water feels amazing on your skin, much better than the last time you’d bathed with the cold water and bucket. You stayed there for a few minutes just enjoying the heat of the bath before washing quickly and getting out, Grimmjow had promised he wouldn’t be gone long and you wanted to see him when he got back. You dried off and went to your clothes to redress.

You put your baggy clothes back on and you're in the process of finger combing your hair when you hear Grimmjow return. His steps slow, assumingly when he doesn’t see you and he calls out your name with more worry in his voice than you thought he would. “One second!” You answer back quickly as you quickly finish with your hair. When you exit the bathroom you find Grimmjow standing in the middle of the room waiting for you. He stares at you for a moment making you falter in your movements, “Yes?” You ask, feeling nervous under his gaze.

“You should have stayed in here with the bow.” He tells you matter of factly. You huff a small laugh, you weren’t good at shooting and he wasn’t far, why did it matter? “I’m serious.” Grimmjow says as his eyes narrow a fraction.

“I didn’t think it was all that serious,” You tell him honestly. “You said you wouldn’t be gone long and that you were going to track down those men, I didn’t think it was necessary. Besides, I have terrible aim, I didn’t think it would do any good or that it would matter.” You finish with a shrug as you walk past him.

He doesn’t let you get too far though, his hand shoots out and wraps around your upper arm as you walk past him. Quickly he spins you around, making you gasp as his other hand grabs your other arm. He hadn’t manhandled you like this in a long time and it shocked you as you looked up at him with concern and confusion. “You’re a far way from home princess.” He growls, “If you think that man was the only one around here who would hurt you then you're dead wrong.”

He stares at you for a second before continuing, “I told you we were in a dangerous area and I meant it.” Grimmjow states, his eyes never leave your own and his hands are still holding your upper arms tightly, not enough to hurt but enough to be uncomfortable and keep you in place.

You nod your head in understanding, “Okay,” You breathed out before continuing, “I understand, I’ll stay close to it next time, I’m sorry.” Grimmjow stares at you for just a moment longer before releasing you with a sigh.

You wait for him to say something else but he doesn’t, instead he throws himself on the bed, resting his hands above his head lazily. You wondered if he’d managed to find those men and if he had what he’d done. He had promised he wasn’t going to kill them and you hoped he hadn’t, the more you thought about it the more you wondered so you just decided to ask. “Did you find them?” You asked as you sat in the chair by the desk.

”Worried I killed them?” He asks while keeping his eyes closed. He still sounded argivated but not nearly as much as he had. You wondered briefly how much of his aggravation and anger was a front and how much was real, you were getting better at telling the two apart but you still couldn’t always be certain.

“Not necessarily,” You answered, even if it was a bit untrue. “I was just curious, but you don’t have to tell me if it went bad or they were more than you could handle or something.” You finished with a shrug and a mocking tone as you tried not to laugh, you watched his eyebrows knit together which didn’t help keep your laughter at bay.

Grimmjow sat up and looked at you with a scowl as he registered your words. “You don’t actually think I’d lose weak scum like that do you?” He asked in irritation.

You gave a small laugh before shrugging at him, “How should I know if you don’t tell me.” You answer back lightly, “Besides, you keep reminding me that I know so little about where we’re at, how should I know what’s out there and what the people are like? I always thought you were stronger than any of us but maybe I’m wrong.” You finish with a laugh.

Grimmjow just shakes his head and sighs, “You think you're funny,” he says sounding exasperated which just earns another small laugh and shrug from you. “No, I didn’t kill them.” He finally answers. “They made themselves scarce and I didn’t bother looking for too long, they won't come back, and if they do, I’ll handle it.” He answers sounding exasperated. “And for your information princess, I am stronger than any of you. I’m the strongest person you’ll ever meet.” He sounds arrogant but when you look at him it seems like he’s pouting which makes you laugh, hard.

His brows knit further as you try to make yourself stop laughing, “Sure you are.” You answer back, still smiling. You knew what he was saying was true, but the fact that he seemed to be pouting was what had you laughing so hard and you tried to explain that to him but you couldn't seem to stop giggling enough to get it all out.

Grimmjow just rolls his eyes at you before flopping back down on the bed, “Yeah, yeah, real cute or whatever.” He doesn’t look at you as he says it, instead tucking his hands behind his head.

“You think I’m cute? Or what I said?” You tease him again, making him sigh dramatically. You knew you should stop but you're having fun and even though he’s being dramatic he clearly doesn’t mean it, you liked how easy it was becoming to joke and tease him. If you would have told yourself a month ago that you felt that way you wouldn’t have believed it but here you were.

“I think you're annoying.” He answers back with a snort and an uncaring tone while still not looking at you.

With a roll of your eyes you rise from the chair in search of your book, content to let the conversation drop. Grimmjow cracks a single bright blue eye open to watch you but doesn’t say anything as you locate your book than resume sitting at the small desk. You flip through the pages until you come across where you had stopped the last time. You only get a few pages read before Grimmjow rises from the bed drawing your attention, “I’m gonna go bathe, stay here and yell if something happens.” He tells you as he walks off.

You just hum in response and focus back on your book. You spend the moments of silence reading, you're close to finishing the book and think idly about teaching Grimmjow more once he’s finished, not seeing much else to do for the evening. A few minutes after you have the thought Grimmjow emerges, you turn to ask if he’d like to continue learning to read but don’t get words out.

Immediately your face flushes, he’s not looking at you when he enters back into the shared space but you can’t take your eyes off him. He’s not wearing a shirt, instead he’s carrying it in his hand and his pants hang low on his waist. You’d never seen it before but a huge scar stretched across his chest, it was fully healed but looked like it had been unbearably painful. You’d heard of battle scars but the fact that he’d been able to survive such a deep looking, large wound like that was impressive.

You know you shouldn’t stare, that it was rude but you couldn’t stop yourself. Beneath his scar there’s well defined muscles and while you’d obviously known Grimmjow had to have strong muscles you’d never actually seen them. If asked you could blame the staring on the scar but you know that’s not the whole truth of it, not that you’d ever admit that though. His pace slows until he completely stops moving all together and your eyes shoot to meet his own only to find him smirking at you, “Enjoying the view?” He asks, causing more heat to grace your already flushed face which just makes him laugh. “Ya know, we could do a lot more than just stare at each other if you wanted, there’s not much else to do and it would definitely pass the time.” He jokes as his smirk becomes almost predatory.

In turn you just roll your eyes even though you're extremely embarrassed at being caught staring you try to act like his words didn’t affect you. Grimmjow just huffs another small laugh before continuing what he’d been doing. You keep thinking about the scar, it was huge and you couldn’t help but wonder how he’d gotten it. You wondered if he’d tell you if you asked, it wasn’t uncommon for him to just outright refuse to answer questions he didn’t like so after a moment you decided to just ask. “How’d it happen? The scar?” You question still not looking at him, instead picking at your hands.

When he doesn’t immediately answer you look up at him only to find him again staring at you except this time there’s no smirking and for just a second you think you’ve upset him. “A fight.” He answers back with a shrug and a sarcastic tone.

You huff as you lean further into the chair, “Obviously.” You quip back in an equally sarcastic tone.

He sighs deeply before speaking, “It’s not that great of a story.” He starts to explain as he runs his hand through his still wet hair. “I got in a fight with someone, he got a good hit in and that was pretty much the end of it.” He explains, “I doubt you’d want all the bloody details of it.” He finishes.

You can’t imagine someone getting the upper hand on Grimmjow like that or how he seemed so casual about it. You can’t help but wonder what had happened to the person who’d been able to injure him, had he killed him? Who was he? How long ago had it been? Again you decide to just ask, “Did you kill him?” You ask as your eyes flick to his scar one last time before again meeting his eyes.

“No, I didn’t kill him.” He answers, sounding a bit angry at the fact, “Tousen showed up and pulled me away before I could.” He explains.

”Why?” You’re asking before you can stop yourself. It hadn’t seemed like anyone had cared all that much when they’d torn through your home to kill and hurt people initially, so why had Tousen stopped Grimmjow from killing this one specific man.

Grimmjow takes a moment before answering to slip his shirt back over his head, “I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, like I said, not really a great story.” He says with another shrug. “Now, are you gonna teach me to read or do you have more irrelevant questions?” He asks, clearly trying to change the subject. You agreed and moved over to the bed and sat beside him before picking up where you’d left off.

As you sit beside Grimmjow you become hyper aware of how close the two of you are. You’re normally close when you're teaching him but not like this, normally you're doing so while traveling and there’s not really any space to put between the two of you. But now there is space to put between you and still you find yourself close to him, close enough that your legs almost touch and every time you skim a page to find an example for him he leans in a hair closer. You can’t help but think about the sleeping arrangements for the night, the bed is large enough that you could both sleep comfortably without touching each other but it still concerns you a bit.

You tried not to focus on it too heavily, instead trying to keep up with assisting Grimmjow but as time went on and the sun set you began getting tired which only made your mind drift back to the topic more often. No matter how hard you try your mind keeps wandering back to all the dreams you’d had and all the comments Grimmjow had made, he’d slowed down on them but he’d never fully stopped. You thought about his scars and his mask and how it’d feel to run your fingers over them. You thought about what he’d said earlier and wondered if he actually meant it, you didn’t think he did, at least not fully. When you’d left you’d basically given him full reign to do what he wanted but he still hadn’t made any move to do so. Maybe he didn’t view you like that or maybe he found it more fun to fluster you about the idea rather than doing so but ultimately it didn’t matter.

You’re pulled back to reality by Grimmjow calling your name and your eyes dart to him, he’s looking at you with a narrowed almost concerned expression, “You alright?” He asked warily.

You don’t know how long he had spent trying to get your attention and can’t help but feel a bit anxious under his gaze, “I’m alright,” You answer and you can tell that he doesn’t believe you fully, “I’m just tired, sorry.” You half lie, you don’t want to tell him about your nervousness figuring he’ll just make fun of you for it.

Grimmjow sighs and you can’t tell if he fully believes you but he does pull back a few inches, “Stop apologizing all the time, it’s fine. Go to bed if you’re tired.” He tells you with a lazy wave of his hand dismissing you. For just a brief second your eyes dart to the head of the bed before locking with his own eyes again, you're unsure and nervous but slowly, you move towards the other side of the mattress. “Nervous?” Grimmjow asks.

When you turn to face him you expect him to be smirking at you, ready to make a lewd comment of some kind but he’s not. Instead he’s looking at you with a cocked head and calculating expression, like he was trying to figure you out. You swallow nervously before trying to answer, “I- uh, yes?” You all but ask, not quite sure how to respond or act as your eyes drift down to your hands.

Grimmjow huffs a small sigh and stays silent for just a moment, “I’m not him.” Grimmjow tells you pointedly, causing your eyes to flick back to him and widen at the accusation.

Instantly guilt wracks through you, you know he’s not Aizen. Besides the lewd comments he’d occasionally been making Grimmjow had made no move to force you into anything even though you’d told him he could. “I know you're not. I don’t think you’re anything like him, it’s just…” You begin trying to explain but can’t. You don’t know why you’re so nervous, you’d been sleeping in close proximity to Grimmjow for a while now and you knew he wasn’t going to hurt you so why were you so on edge?

You tapered off, not knowing how to explain yourself. “I’ll take the floor.” He decides, after a moment of silence he rises to stretch.

“No!” You instantly gasp, you felt bad enough as it was, you wouldn’t cause him any more uncomfortability than necessary. “I’m fine, I promise! It’s nothing really, we’ve been sleeping close together for a while anyways right?” You try to sound confident in your words even if you’re not.

Grimmjow stands completely still for what feels like eternity but in reality is only a few moments before sighing and grumbling something about you needing to make up your mind.

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No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t sleep, your mind simply would not quiet down enough even though your eyelids were heavy and you longed to be asleep already. You weren’t facing Grimmjow or anywhere near him, there was plenty of space between the two of you but you felt all but suffocated by his presence. Everytime he so much as shifted your breath caught, waiting to see if he’d move further. It was maddening and you still couldn’t figure out why you were so nervous, he wasn’t going to hurt you, he hadn’t forced himself on you and it had been hours since the two of you had crawled into bed.

“You awake, princess?” Grimmjow asks suddenly, startling you. You thought he’d been asleep but apparently you were wrong, you shifted from your side to your back in order to face him, not that you can see anything in the dark room.

“Yes.” You answer back in a whisper even though it's just the two of you. Your heart hammers against your chest and you try to will it to stop unsuccessfully.

Grimmjow hums in response as he moves to lay on his back as well. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, just laying together in silence before he breaks it again. “You asked me what I would do when this was all over but you never told me what you would do.” He observes, he seemed to be doing that a lot as of late and you couldn’t quite figure out how you felt about it. Maybe he’d always done it and was now just being more vocal about it.

“I’m not sure,” You answer back honestly. “I’ve been so focused on just getting there and seeing my father that I haven’t really thought of the long term.” You confess feeling a bit idiotic for not thinking ahead.

There’s more silence between the two of you and you want to ask why he wants to know but for some reason you can’t bring yourself too. A small part of you whispers that maybe if you answer the way he wanted that maybe he’d stay but the larger part of you knows how unlikely that is or why you’d even really want him too. “Will you marry?” He asks seemingly out of nowhere.

”I’m already married.” You remind him with more bite than intended. It’s not as if it's his fault, again it was something you hadn’t thought about, if you’d ever marry again.

Grimmjow huffs a small sigh, “Nah, it doesn’t count.” He says making your brow knit in confusion before he goes on, “Assuming he doesn’t die in whatever comes of this your father would never allow him anywhere near you. It’s done.” He elaborates.

You think through your answer for a while, you don’t honestly know if you would, you don’t think you would if it were up to you or if anyone would even have you after Aizen. While it was not uncommon for women to remarry after their husbands had passed, your situation was vastly different from any of theirs. Besides there was more than just yourself to think about, you had your entire house to think about as well. While your father had left you free to choose your own match and you hadn’t been too urgent in your searching you were still well aware that the expectation was always there. “I’d prefer not to,” You start telling him, “But I would if necessary.”

Grimmjow doesn’t say anything for a long time, enough so that you think he might be done talking to you all together. You wonder again why he wanted to know, he’d made it very clear that he wasn’t going to stick around for long once you were reunited with your father. “You shouldn’t have to do that. Tell em’ to go fuck themselves and do something you want to do.” Grimmjow speaks with a hint of anger in his voice.

You give a small chuckle in response, you wouldn’t do that. “Maybe not, but I would. Marriage has always been an expectation, it’s not like it’d be a surprise.” You explain.

He shifts again and even though you can’t see him you know that he’s facing you. Again, you find yourself wondering if he has better eyesight than you did, you couldn’t see much of anything with how dark it was, not even moonlight shone into the room with the night sky being overcast. “I don’t have to take you back. I could take you somewhere else. Somewhere where you wouldn’t have to do anything like that. I could take you to see all those stupid places you read about.” He offers almost casually, like it wasn’t a life changing decision that he was offering.

Your breath catches and you don’t know what to say. Where would he take you if you accepted? Why would he offer something like that? A thousand questions run through your head but ultimately you know you can’t accept. You want to see your father again and you can’t just disappear leaving those you love to wonder about you for the rest of your life. “I- I can’t.” You stutter out, “My father, Momo, Lista, I can’t just leave them to wonder about me forever, it’d be cruel.” You explain as best you can.

Grimmjow hums like he understands but you can’t help but wonder if he actually does. He huffs at you to go to sleep before rolling over again. You lie there for a while longer replaying everything that has been said. It takes a long while for you to fall asleep but eventually you slip into a dreamless sleep.

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The first thing you noticed upon waking is how warm you are. Compared to the cold weather you’d been sleeping in you felt heavenly, even when compared to the last inn you’d stayed at you were extremely warm and comfortable. The second thing you noticed is the weight flung over you. Instantly your eyes shoot down only to find that at some point during the night Grimmjow had thrown his arm around you, pulling your back to his chest and kept his arm looped around you just below your breasts.

You can’t help but tense within his hold as your entire body flushes with the realization of how close the two of you were, at how intimate the position the two of you held was. You try to turn your head to see if he’s awake but can’t move enough in his iron-like grip. He doesn’t seem like he’s awake, his breath is shallow and even and he hasn’t moved since you’d awoken. You know you need to pull away before he wakes up, not wanting to deal with the embarrassment of him finding the two of you like this. You know that it’ll be nothing but inappropriate comments that you won't know how to respond to.

You start trying to move away from him as best you can while also trying to move slow and quiet enough that he doesn’t wake. His arm feels like a lead weight and you only make it a few inches before his grip on you tightens and he pulls you back against him more firmly than you had been before you’d begun moving. You let out a small yelp at the sudden and quick movement, you hadn’t been expecting him to move and you certainly hadn’t expected to be pulled closer.

Grimmjow huffs a deep sigh and you can feel his warm breath against the skin of your ear making you shiver lightly as goosebumps rise on your skin. You wait for him to move further or say something or anything but nothing happens. You wait a minute longer but still, nothing. You think he might have fallen back asleep or perhaps he’d never fully woken up so you decide to start trying to move again.

This time you don’t even manage to put any distance between you before he tightens his hold on you, “Stop moving like that princess.” Grimmjow rasps against your ear. His voice was laced thick with sleep and had dropped significantly leaving you feeling conflicted and strange.

His hand rises just a bit higher and you can’t help the deep breath you take in as you go ridgid, his hand had already been close to your breasts and now rested just below them. You thought that he might be finally moving to touch you but his hand comes to a stop. “Grimmjow,” you breath out, sounding shaky and nervous. Your chest felt tight but not in any way you had felt before, you were nervous but not scared, intimidated but not frightened. “I was trying to-” You start to explain before getting cut off.

“I’m aware of what you were trying to do.” He says before bringing his lips closer to your ear, “But moving like that against a man isn’t a good idea, unless you’d like to be fucked.” He rasps against you, so close that his skin brushes against yours. “Which can definitely be arranged if you’d prefer.” You swallow thickly as a shiver travels through you, instantly his hand unravels itself from around you quickly to grab onto your hip, pinning you in place and making you gasp at the sudden movement. “I have half a mind to make you deal with the repercussions of all your squirming.” He huffs out deeply against you, leaving you to hold your breath as you wait to see if he means what he says or not.

You don’t have long to think about whether you want him to continue or not before he releases you fully. You all but scurry away as he sits up and stretches with a yawn. When you turn to face him he’s smirking at your reddened face which only makes you scowl at him. He lets out a barking laugh at your reaction, “Don’t look at me all angry princess, you were on my side of the bed.” He points out teasingly, making you roll your eyes.

He was right, somehow the two of you had been on the side he’d claimed but that meant little. He’d pulled you against him easily when you’d tried to escape, who's to say that’s not how you’d gotten there in the first place. “Maybe you pulled me over there.” You huff out pointedly which just earns you another laugh.

“Maybe.” He answers with an uncaring shrug and a smirk. You roll your eyes and huff before turning and walking into the bathroom to get a moment away from him. Once inside you let your head fall back against the door as you focus on breathing. Grimmjow had you completely flustered and out of breath but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that more than he already did, not wanting to fan his ego more than necessary.

You can hear him begin to move around the room but make no move to rejoin him, not wanting to deal with any of his quips or remarks for a few moments. “I’m going out before we leave, you know the drill, stay here and don’t let anyone in.” He yells. Once you let him know that you’d heard him he leaves, letting the door loudly close behind him. You’re thankful for the small bit of time alone, you wash your face with cold water before walking back into the bedroom.

You remember Grimmjow's warning from the previous day about staying near the bow and quiver of arrows even though you don’t think it’ll do much good or that anything’s going to happen. The bow rests against the small bedside table and you glance at it briefly as you make your way to the desk to read. You want nothing more than to move on as far away from this room and the shared bed as quickly as possible. Everytime you so much as glance towards the bed your mind whirls with hypotheticals of what could have happened.

You sit with your stolen book not fully focusing on the words you're reading. Instead you're thinking about Grimmjow's arm around you and how he’d spoken to you. You hadn’t moved to stop him and you can’t help but wonder what would have happened if he’d been serious, would you have actually let him do what he’d wanted? You wished you could stop thinking about him in such ways all the time but as each day passed it seemed harder and harder and it drove you insane.

You’re brought back to reality by the door opening, you’d have preferred more time without Grimmjow to think but you were also more than ready to leave. “That was fast, are we…” Your words died on your tongue as you spun around. A man stood in your doorway with his head cocked at you and a light, smug smile played on his face.

“Well, this certainly makes it easy doesn’t it? I expected to find Grimmjow here with you but I guess not.” The man speaks mirthfully, clearly excited at the prospect of finding you unguarded. The man has a bone mask on the side of his head that rises in two points with teeth pointed downwards. He’s got longer black hair that hangs to the back of his neck and three pink diamond tattoos sit above his eye. He’s not particularly tall or strong looking but the bone mask makes it clear what he is and what he’s capable of. “Though it does make sense, he’s never been the most loyal dog unfortunately.” He sneers with his head still cocked as he makes his way further into the room before shutting the door rather gently when compared what you’d expected, you expected for him to slam it, to intimidate you perhaps, but he doesn’t.

Your eyes stay glued to the bone mask as he moves and your mind reels with possible solutions. You know you need to get away from the man before you, get to the street, find Grimmjow. You have to do something other than staying in this room and waiting for whatever the man has planned. To do any of that though you first need to make it past him but he kept himself intentionally planted between you and the door. Your eyes dart towards the bow and quiver of arrows for just a second before he manages to piece together what you’d loosely planned, “Don’t.” He warns.

The warning barely registers with you before you’re moving, you're closer to the weapon than he is to you. You just have to reach it and turn on him before he can make it to you. You’re moving faster than you ever had before, you didn’t want to go back, you wouldn’t be dragged back, not now, not when you’d made it this far. Your hand wrapped around the bow as you pulled a single arrow from the quiver, you spun to face the man only for him to grab hold of the bow and pull.

You hadn’t expected him to be as close as he was and as a result the bow comes loose from your hand quickly, only for the man to throw it behind him, leaving it out of reach. You lash out with the arrow aiming to stab at him with the pointed edge but he’s much faster than he would appear. He’s got your wrist in his hand and twists to the point of pain, making you yelp and drop the arrow. Once you’re fully unarmed he twists your arm against your back and spins you before fisting the other hand into your hair and pulling, forcing your head back. “You’re putting up much more of a fight than I would have thought, though if I were you I’d get it out of your system quick, I doubt your husband will take kindly to it.” He tells you in a mocking tone. ”Now you can walk out of here with me or I can-” The man had begun to speak before the door flung open.

Grimmjow made his way into the room absolutely seething with rage, he’s not looking at you, instead his eyes bore into the other man's own eyes. Grimmjow keeps his eyes trained on the man as he takes a slow step into the room, the coldness in his gaze and the slow movement remind you of a predator stalking its prey. You’d never seen his eyes quite like they were now. The coldness in them ran far deeper than they had even that day in your room, gone was any light or smug remarks. You hadn’t been scared of him in a long time but it was clear why people were. “Luppi.” Grimmjow snarled what you assumed was the man's name.

The hand fisted in your hair lightens its hold slightly, “Grimmjow,” The man, Luppi, snears. “I was just telling the little lady that she bet on the wrong dog.” Grimmjow breathes out a deep breath while his hand falls to the sword at his waist, fingers tightening around the hilt in a clear threat which causes Luppi to let out a laugh. “Unless you plan to cut through her, I’d keep it put away.” For the first time since he’d entered the room Grimmjow’s eyes fall on you, it’s only for a split second before they dart back to Luppi. You know you need to move, somehow you need to move far enough so that Grimmjow won’t hit you if he swings on him.

Luppi laughs again, “I can’t believe it,” he starts as his laughter dies off, “The whole trek up here, I didn’t believe those rumors.” He gives a disbelieving laugh and his hand fisted in your hair loosens further. You have no idea what he’s talking about but Grimmjow seems to, his eyes narrow as Luppi continues. “But they’re right aren’t they?” His body shakes with more laughter and you realize you're able to move your head around completely freely. “Never thought I’d live to see the day that Nnoitra was right about-” You don’t give him the chance to finish, instead you slam the back of your head into his face as hard as you can.

It hurts far more than you expected it too but clearly it hurts Luppi a lot more, he yells as he doubles over as his fingers come completely loose from your hair and you use the opportunity to spin back around and try to pull away while taking a step back. You’re not fully able to pull away and he growls as he again tries to pull you back into place but you dig in your heels. Luppi’s grip on your wrist turns painful and you're briefly afraid that he’ll pull your arm from its socket.

Within a blink of an eye Grimmjow's sword is embedded in Luppis chest. You can hear the crunch of his ribs as Grimmjow’s sword tears through him deep enough that the guard is pressed flat against his chest and he finally releases his hold on your wrist. You stumble back a few short steps before Luppi makes a gurgling sound and his widened eyes snap up to meet Grimmjow’s own uncaring eyes. Grimmjow’s ice cold eyes bore into him for several seconds before he violently rips the blade out of him.

Luppi stumbles to the floor before fully collapsing with heavy, wheezing breaths. Grimmjow whirls around to face you and you look at him still shocked. He steps towards you, slowly and carefully, he raises his hand slowly, letting it hover for a moment before placing it on your upper arm. “We need to leave right now, are you hurt?” He asks with clear concern written on his face as his thumb slowly strokes up your arm in a reassuring manner.

You shake your head in denial, “No, I’m alri-” You start to say before Luppi makes a final croaking noise, cutting you off. Instantly your eyes flick towards where he lay, you can’t see much of him, only his legs and the pool of blood slowly speaking across the floor. You can’t help but take in a shaky breath and stiffen as you realize that yet another person has died because of you.

Grimmjow’s hand rises to your face and pushes lightly to make you face him again, “Don’t,” He says with a shake of his head. “Don’t look at him.” He tells you before stepping to place himself between you and Luppi’s body, fully blocking your view. He starts moving you back towards the door, only pausing to reach for your cloak before wrapping it around your shoulders and tying it quickly for you. “Go wait by the horse, I’ll take care of things here and be out in a minute.” He commands you before spinning you around and pushing you out before waiting for you to answer.

You step out into the winter air and make your way towards the horse. You know it’s cold but you can’t even feel it as you come to a stop before the horse. You place your hand on the animal gently but all you can think about is the sound of Luppi dying. The sound of him choking on his blood, his ribs breaking, his labored breaths and his last gurgle. They all play through your head nonstop.

It takes only a few short minutes before Grimmjow joins you. He ties off the supplies before he comes to a stop in front of you, when you look up at him his eyes dart around your face for a second before they settle back on your own eyes. Wordlessly he takes your hand and helps you up onto the horse before taking his place behind you.

“You two leaving?” A voice sounds from behind you, instantly you go rigid and whip your head in the direction of the voice, fearful that it’s someone else trying to hunt you for Aizen. The man from the inn’s front desk stands before you. Grimmjow just grunts in confirmation, clearly trying to avoid speaking to the man. “You sure, there’s a storm brewing up north, looks like a big one, I’ll give ya the room back for half the price.” The man offers. Grimmjow just shakes his head and moves to continue but the man speaks again. “Look, I can’t in good conscience let you take that girl out there, I’d want someone to look out for my daughter if it were me. Take the room free of charge. Nothing good comes from a storm like that.” The man tries to argue.

You know he’s just being kind but you wish the man would shut up and leave. “We’re fine.” Grimmjow barks out clearly feeling the same before breezing past the man. You want nothing more to be out of this town, away from Luppi’s corpse and anyone else who’d come with him.

#bleach fic #bleach x reader #cross posted on ao3 #grimmjow x reader #multi chap fic #aizen x reader #aizen x y/n #aizen sosuke x reader #grimmjow x y/n #long fic

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waterless-witch · 2 years ago

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Great new chapter. I love how Grimmjow and the reader are bonding. I’m also quite nervous about Aizen,

Ah thank you! I really struggled with it and still don’t really like it all that much 😕

I feel like Aizen’s the type of person to just get angrier and angrier as time goes on so… 😅

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waterless-witch · 2 years ago

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Of Knights and Demons

Chapter 8

TW: Dark themes, violence, forced marriage and swearing. Minors DNI!

This is my first fic so please be kind! I’ve also got it posted on A03 and Wattpad under the same name in case anybody would like to read it there.

Notes: Sorry it took so long! I rewrote it like 5 times and I still don’t like it all that much but it’s been a month and I felt bad not updating. I might come back and rewrite this chapter eventually we’ll see.

Previous Chapter

With baited breath you wait to see if he’ll continue. There’s a chance he won't, he often leaves you with more questions than answers and it wouldn’t be all that unlikely for him to do so again. Grimmjow had always been hesitant to tell anything about himself or even the land he came from and this seemed so much more important than any of that. It was personal and while you wanted to know what he meant or who his family was you wouldn’t push the matter if he didn’t want to tell you, not that pushing would get you anywhere but still you understood why he might not want to share such things, you certainly didn’t talk to many people about your own mother.

He’s still looking towards the ceiling when he speaks again, “My mother was weak like you. She needed protection, she was pretty like you too.” He scoffed with a small laugh before continuing, “Worked out for her about as well as it’s worked out for you.” He says letting his eyes flick to you for just a moment.

You keep your mouth shut, not even wanting to breathe too loud out of fear that he’ll stop talking, you're a bit unsure of why you want him to continue but you desperately need to hear what he’s going to say. “My father stole her from her family, she hated him, tried to kill him and then herself over and over again but my father wouldn’t let her go, he wanted sons. He was a warlord, he needed sons.” He pulls his eyes back up to the ceiling before continuing. “It’s harder for our kind to reproduce, it's almost rare to have a child, but eventually it happened.”

Grimmjow’s voice almost sounds sad, or at least as sad as you’ve ever heard him. “She wasn’t like you. She didn’t care about other people, not even her own children. She wanted nothing to do with me, leaving me to my father to train and… Mold how he saw fit.” He didn’t go into much detail about his father but what he had said left you feeling uneasy, it was enough of an implication to make you shiver. You felt awful for him but he just kept talking.

“When I was eight she had my sister, she named her Seraphina. I hoped that my mother would love her, she wasn’t a son, my father would have little interest in her and she wouldn’t grow into the same kind of monster that hurt her. She should have loved her, but she didn’t.” You couldn’t help but think of your own mother, she had died when you were young but she had adored you. You were always close and you couldn’t imagine a mother hating her children, you can’t help but wonder if you could have hated your children if you’d had them with Aizen. You hoped that you wouldn’t have but how would you know.

“Our people congratulated my mother when she was born, they celebrated, drank and danced like it was something to be happy about. Like we weren’t living proof of her imprisonment.” You couldn’t help but think of your own wedding, how awful you felt to see people celebrating while you were in agony. Grimmjow was one of few who hadn’t seemed happy that day and while at the time you hadn’t understood it you do now. You can’t even begin to imagine the kind of memories that day had brought up.

“My father thought he had broken my mother down, thought she was done with all her attempts to run or end her own life, so he took me and a few men on a hunt. We were only gone a few days. Our camp was attacked while we were gone.” He pauses for a long moment and you think he might be done talking but after a few moments he starts again.

“She left her there. Alone.” He bites out, “A little girl less than three years old, she couldn’t get out of our tent when it caught fire.” Your eyes widen and you breathe in a shaky breath. “She ran, she didn’t even try to find Sera, just left. My father found her a few days later, dead from the elements. He didn’t care too much, he found another pretty girl and started all over like none of it happened.”

Instantly you feel remorse, you had no way of knowing about any of this when you threaten to leave or throw yourself from the roof but you can’t help but feel bad, you know your words must have brought back terrible memories. He’s looking at you again, face completely unreadable.

It takes you a moment to recognize he’s finished talking, you swallow thickly, “I’m sorry Grimmjow,” You all but whisper, “For all of it, what I said, what you went through, it shouldn’t have happened.”

His eyebrows twitch a bit and for a second you think he might be angry but he huffs a small laugh, “Lots of things shouldn’t happen the way they do princess.” He says, “I hated you for a long time when I’d first been told about you.” Grimmjow confesses keeping your gaze.

Your eyebrows knit but you don’t say anything, you’re not quite sure what to say or if you should say anything at all. “All I could think about was my mother and sister, even when we’d found you it's all I saw. I thought you deserved what was coming for you, why should you get to exist, all delicate, with sweet words and dressed all pretty while my sister burned? I was sure you were exactly like my mother. But you’re nothing like her and you made that very clear from the start. You're kind, you care for people. Even when you shouldn’t.” You didn’t understand what he meant by any of that and in turn gave him a questioning look.

“You worried for that knight. Hell, you tried to stop Aizen from hurting him.” He says with an exasperated laugh. “You had no way to stop him and nothing to offer him that he wasn’t going to take from you anyways, but still you tried.”

He lays back down and closes his eyes but continues speaking, “You all but cried for the people your husband massacred, you’re so weak but you did everything in your power to keep that one man safe, you almost fucking started weeping when you thought he’d been killed anyways, you were glad he escaped, even though he left you behind. You were upset when Aizen killed that man for you, he tried to fucking rape you and still you didn’t wish death on him. Fuck princess, I put a knife in your hand and told you exactly how to kill your husband but you wouldn’t, you were willing to die trying to escape rather than taking a life.” He’s strangely calm, you’d find comfort in it if you weren’t talking about what you were.

“I felt for you during your wedding night. My comrades started placing bets on how long you’d live or if you’d kill yourself. They made me fucking sick. You looked horrified when you realized how many of your people betrayed you, how many stood by him.” He bites out, “One of those cowards should have stepped up and done something…” he pauses for another minute. “That fucking knight shouldn’t have left you behind.” He sneers. “It shouldn’t have happened to you. Your people should have at least tried to help you.” Grimmjow tsks letting his eyes fall back open.

He stares at the ceiling for a long time before he speaks again, so long that you think you're done talking. “I think you're the only person I’ve ever met who’s not afraid of me or who doesn’t want to use me as a weapon.” He confesses in another whisper, like he had before you left the manor.

You think about his words for a long time before you answer. You don’t think any of what you’d done was particularly kind, in fact you remember saying mean things to him quite a few times in your first few days. You were certainly scared of him at first, you’re not really sure when it had begun to fade, perhaps when he’d tried to bring you food the day after your wedding, or maybe when he brought you the tea. You felt bad, you were using him now weren’t you? “I was afraid of you, at first.” You clarify to him quietly. The sun had begun to set and the last of the sunlight filters through the window between the two of you. While you know you should let him sleep, you can’t help but want to keep talking with him.

He chuckles, “I bet you were.” He looks over to you again. “You should have been, hell you should still be afraid of me.” He says with a shake of his head.

You swallow thickly as guilt about the whole predicament continues to bite at you. “Am I not using you now? How is it any different?” You ask meekly with a hint of sadness. You weren’t as kind as he thought. He didn’t see it now but he would eventually and he’d hate you for it.

Grimmjow just chuckles a bit, “It’s different.” He tells you, reminding you of the evening in the library. You’d said the same thing when he had asked if you were scared of him. “Get some sleep princess, we have another early start.” He tells you, ending the conversation and you nod.

You crawl under the covers and lay there for a while, mind wandering over everything that had happened and everything Grimmjow had told you. You know that he had kept most of the brutal details of his story to himself but it still upset you. He was still an enigma to you but some of it made more sense, why he’d gone through the trouble of the tea or offered the chance to free yourself at least made sense. You thought about his sister and how unfair and cruel it all was. You still wondered how he came to work for Aizen and where his father was or if he was even still alive but you weren’t about to ask, he told you far more than you’d expected and you didn’t want to push him and accidentally upset him further.

You don’t know how long you lay there awake but it takes forever for you to fall asleep, the bed is comfortable, especially when compared to the cold ground of the previous night. When sleep does find you it's a dreamless night, which is fine with you in comparison to what you’d been dreaming of, you didn’t need that confusion on top of what you were already feeling.

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Sunlight has just started to peak into the widow when you wake up. You open your eyes groggily and blink a few times, you look around and immediately take notice that Grimmjow is not in bed. You jerk yourself up quickly, the blanket is tossed haphazardly near the foot of the bed indicating that he had been there but you're unsure of how long ago. Your eyes dart to the small bathroom door which is still wide open and empty.

A bit of panic sets in, you pull yourself out of bed and look out the window, there’s no movement outside but you can’t see the horse from the window. You make your way to the door, ready to peak out and check to see if for some reason he’d left. Maybe he changed his mind, maybe you’d upset him and he’d just left, you didn’t know and your mind spun with possibilities.

Just as you’re about to reach the door it opens, you stop, taking a step back to avoid getting hit with the door and watch as Grimmjow enters back into the room as cold air blows in behind him. He looks down at you and raises a single brow, “Something the matter?” He asks as he slips in the room and closes the door, stopping the cold flow of air.

You feel a bit dumb at the realization that he hadn’t left, he hadn’t given you any reason to distrust him. A small blush rises on your cheeks, “I-uh, I thought you…” You start to say.

“Ditched ya?” He asks, finishing your sentence. You nod your head lightly, still feeling foolish. Grimmjow just shakes his head with a light smirk, “Nah,” he starts lazily, handing you a cloak that you hadn’t bothered to notice, he held a second one for himself and you couldn’t help but feel bad that he’d again gone out of his way for you yet again. You still had his jacket so you looked up at him in question. “It’ll get a lot colder the closer we get to that mountain and I can’t give you all my clothes.” He says with a smirk making you flush a bit further. It was strangely nice to see him falling back into his normal behaviors, even if said behaviors were tormenting you.

You nod in understanding, “Thank you, again.” You tell him, Grimmjow just rolls his eyes. You can’t help but wonder if he doesn’t like you thanking him because no one ever has before. The thought depresses you a bit. You wonder what he would have been like if he’d been born in your land, or anywhere else. You think he would have been a knight, he seems to despise them but you still believe it all the same.

Grimmjow throws his own cloak on the bed then flops down himself. “We leave in an hour, wash up or rest or read or whatever.” He says with a wave of his hand. He didn’t seem as talkative as the previous night but that’s alright with you, there’s a strange arua between the two of you right now, it's not stressed or angry like normal, just calmness. You gently fold the cloak and remove his jacket, setting both on the bed delicately, out of the corner of your eye you can see Grimmjow watching you with interest but he doesn’t move or say anything. You don’t say anything either as you make your way to the small bathroom, there’s no tub but there is a spigot above a drain on the broken tiled floor.

There’s a small dented metal bucket in the corner and you grab it, you rinse it out before filling it with water from the tap. The water runs cold but you don’t care as you strip from your clothes. You gently rest them on the sink, careful not to get them wet and you wet a washcloth and bathe to the best of your ability. The cold water bites at your skin but you hold out through your quick wash.

When you re-emerge you take note that Grimmjow has everything packed by the door, he cracks open an eye and watches you move to put his jacket back on. You shiver lightly at the cold which makes him chuckle, “Cold?” He asks as he sits up fully. You hum your acknowledgement and he snorts, “You’ll have a rough next few hours then, I need to hunt as we go which means going slow. ” He tells you in a mock informational tone.

You again hum as you unfold the cloak, “I’ll survive.” You answer back as you tie the strings thightly. Grimmjow gives a small barking laugh and pulls his own cloak on before making his way to the door. He grabs the supplies then holds the door for you. The cloak helps a lot with the cold and you're thankful as he readies the horse then helps you up.

The two of you eat a quick breakfast of dried meat while riding. You don’t speak much, Grimmjow has the bow at the ready, keeping an eye out for any game that might come across your path. You can’t tell if it's your imagination or not but it almost seems like he’s sitting a bit closer and keeping his arms closer to your body. You might find it strange but he feels incredibly warm compared to the cold winter air around you, you’re also hyper aware of you still wet and cold hair on your neck which causes you to shiver lightly. Grimmjow chuckles a bit but he does noticeably move closer. Midway through the day he brings the horse to a quiet stop and draws an arrow from behind him, a few paces away a rabbit sniffs at some dried and dead grass. Grimmjow’s completely silent as he nocks an arrow, you're not even sure if he’s breathing, you’re certainly not. You hold your breath and watch as he aims, then in a blink he's released the arrow, it embeds itself through the rabbits neck, pinning the animal to the ground.

You can’t stop the small gasp that you release as you watch the small animal die. Grimmjow dismounts to retrieve the rabbit, pulling the arrow from its neck and flicking a small amount of blood to the ground beneath him as he walks back. “You’re so delicate.” He tells you as he ties the rabbit’s carcasses to the bags.

His gaze flicks up to you, waiting on an answer that you don’t really have, “I’ve just never seen someone hunt before.” You say a bit embarrassed, making him chuckle.

“And you thought you could make it all on your own.” He mocks as he climbs back up behind you. You roll your eyes and ignore him which only seems to entertain him more.

A few more hours pass before you see another rabbit, this time when Grimmjow slows the horse he reaches for your hand. You jerk a bit but he doesn’t let go, instead he puts the bow in your hand while keeping his hand firmly placed on yours. His other hand grabs for an arrow and again he places it in your hand before placing his hand above yours. You try again to pull your hands away from him but he simply squeezes both your hands to make you stop, not in a painful manner, just enough to deter you.

With his hands over your own he nocks the arrow, you desperately want him to let go of your hands, you have no interest in hunting and you really don’t want to kill this poor rabbit. He pulls back the bow string as you release a shaky breath, even with his help you can feel the strain of the bowstring against your arms. You can’t see his face but you can all but feel his eyes flick to you before returning to the rabbit. The hand above the arrow tightens around your own a bit, his touch is warm against your cold hand but it's not much of a comfort as he pulls your hand from the arrow. You squeeze your eyes shut to stop yourself from watching the poor animal die, you can hear the arrow fly into the animal and the subsequent squeak it lets out. “You should learn to use the bow, might come in handy.” He says breaking the silence and letting the bow slip from your hand gently.

Grimmjow slips from the horse and you watch him as he again retrieves the rabbit and ties it with the one from earlier. You’re unsure of what to say so you simply say nothing. “I could teach you.” He offers and you consider for a second before he continues. “Might help you relax a bit, knowing you could defend yourself, at least long enough for me to help you if we’re separated for a moment.” Grimmjow explains calmly while holding eye contact with you. He has a point, even if you don’t like the idea of using the weapon you know ultimately that he’s right. You can’t think of a good reason to deny him so you nod your head.

Grimmjow ties the horse to a tree before he helps you down. You thank him weakly, still unsure of learning archery with him, you don’t like the idea of having to kill more animals. “Look, more than likely you’ll never use it, I’ll just show you the basics. No more hunting, just target practice, I promise.” He tells you a bit awkwardly though it does make you feel a bit better.

After moving a small distance from the horse Grimmjow finds a spot he deems suitable. You take the bow from him as he goes up to one of the larger trees ahead of you. You watch, mesmerized, as his hand darkens and forms into those animalistic claws. They somehow seem darker than the last time you’d seen them, they looked darker than the night sky, like light couldn’t touch them even if you held a flame to his skin. Quickly, he craved an X into the bark and turned back towards you. The claws were gone before he even finished turning and you were again amazed with how stunning the transformation was, how quickly he could bare them amazed you.

Your eyes watch the hand that had bore claws just moments ago as he makes his way back to where you stood. “Scared?” Grimmjow asks with a small smirk. You briefly consider telling him how impressed you are but decide against it, not wanting to fan his ego or embarrass yourself.

It takes a second for you to pull your eyes away but you do and look up at him, you're not scared, not in the slightest so you just shake your head, “No.” you tell him while still gazing up at him, he snorts a small laugh and pulls an arrow from the quiver at his back.

He steps behind you, his hands fall to your hips and he lightly kicks your feet apart making you flush, his hands on you again feel warm and you almost want to keep him there. The thought brings heat to your face and you can’t help but wonder why you’d think something like that. “Keep your feet shoulder length apart.” He tells you drawing you out of your own head as he steadies you then places the arrow in your hand. You follow his instructions then look up at him, his gaze flicks down to your own eyes quickly before looking back towards the tree, “Always keep your eyes where you're aiming.” He says pulling his hands from you completely, you miss the warmth but would never dare voice it or let him know.

You mumble out an apology as you look back towards the X that he’d marked into the tree. He reaches for your hand and nocks the arrow, his hand is warm and again you want him to stay close, “Three fingers to pull back, like this.” He tells you as he moves his fingers over yours. He has you hold the arrow between your pointer finger and middle finger with your index finger below it.

Grimmjow’s other hand falls to your hand on the bow and pulls it up so that you’re ready to draw the bowstring back. “When you pull, keep your back straight and pull in as straight of a line as possible, it keeps your aim straight.” He explains before he helps you pull the bowstring back. His chest is almost all the way pressed to your own and you can’t help but fluster a bit further, you’d blame it on the cold if he asked but luckily he doesn’t. He pulls your hand from the drawn bow string until it sails into the middle of the X on the tree.

You’re impressed with his aim, especially considering that he was helping you and not aiming himself, you look up to him but he’s already looking at you. For half moment you two just stare at each other, his hands still over your own, but after a second he pulls away. “Your turn.” He tells you with a hard pat to your shoulder that throws you a bit off balance.

You straighten back up while taking another arrow from him, you follow all the directions he’d given you but your arrow lands nowhere near the X. Grimmjow made you continue firing arrows until after an hour so, one arrow eventually embeds itself close enough to the X that Grimmjow deems it good enough. The two of you make your way back to the horse in order to make camp for the night. Grimmjow gathers nearby wood and sticks to build up a fire that you can’t wait to be in front of.

The sun had begun to set, letting a much colder chill take over the forest the two of you resided in. Grimmjow lights the small fire before he makes his way over to the horse and you watch him untie the rabbits then go through one of the bags. “Nabbed this for you.” He says with disinterest as he drops something onto your lap. It’s a book, upon closer inspection it's the book from the inn that you’d been reading the previous day.

You blink up at him for a second, “You stole this?” You ask with an unbelieving laugh while giving him a small smile that he doesn’t return, instead he just scowls at you.

“Not like they were using it, plus it keeps you outta my hair. I’ll never understand why you like reading so much.” He scoffs out at you. You can’t help but think he’s putting on a front, he seems to do so often when he’s being kind to you, always taking a backhanded approach. His blue eyes flick up to yours for a second before he sits down and begins skinning the rabbit. You find yourself thinking back to the first day you’d spent in the library with him, you thought about how you’d considered offering to teach him to read but decided against it. You’d reasoned that you weren’t friends and that’s why you couldn’t help him and while you still technically weren’t quite friends you still found yourself wondering if you should offer now, you had a long way ahead of you and it would pass the time.

“I could teach you,” You begin trying to say, he stops what he’s doing and his eyes flick up to yours again. You can’t help but feel a bit embarrassed and nervous as you continue but at least you can blame the flushing of your skin on the cold. “If you wanted to, that is.” You elaborate not wanting to seem like you were pressuring him into it.

Grimmjow doesn’t say anything for a moment, he just stares at you, his eyes flick back and forth over you, he’s clearly thinking. He settles back, pulling his knife away from the rabbit to fully focus on you. “And why exactly would you do that?” He asks with narrowed and untrusting eyes.

“It might come in handy.” You tease back in a light and cheery tone, recalling what he’d said to you about learning how to use the bow. “Besides, we don’t have much else to do as we travel and I’m sure it will help you wherever you decide to go once this is all over.” You explain trying to sound as nice as possible in order to try to get him to agree.

He considers your words for a moment, you think he might deny your offer for a moment but he doesn’t, “Fine.” He bites out with a small amount of irritation, you can't help but smile at him, you’re not sure that he’d enjoy reading the way that you do but it was a good feeling to be able to do something for him for once instead of the other way around.

Your mind starts to wander as Grimmjow continues to prepare the rabbits. Where will he go after all this? Surely he can’t go back to Aizen, he doesn’t seem fond of the land he grew up in either. You guess he could go anywhere, one of the surrounding kingdoms perhaps. Aizen had also promised to invade them as well though and you were positive he had to know that. “Where will you go after all of this?” You ask, tired of trying to guess.

Grimmjow shrugs, he doesn’t look up at you immediately, too busy with skewering the first of the rabbits and then setting it to cook. “Away from this mess.” He tells you while finally letting his eyes meet yours, “I don’t plan on sticking around when things go bad, I’m not one of your little knights.” He tells you, with a glare.

“Trust me I know you're not a knight.” You start to tease at him and he scowls at you. Normally it's him who’s picking on you and it's nice for a change to be the one to tease him.

His brow is still furrowed as he begins skinning the second rabbit, “And what exactly does that mean?” He bites out.

“Well-“ You start, drawing out the word, “A knight would be nicer to me.” You tell him, making him scoff.

“I’m plenty nice to you.” He argues back, making you laugh, a real laugh not a cut off one or a sarcastic one. His eyes flick up to you and he watches you for a second with almost a bewildered expression.

You don’t start talking again until he looks away from you and back to his task at hand, “You can be nice to me.” You agree with him, “But a knight wouldn’t manhandle me the way you do or talk to me the way you, or just do anything the way you do.”

Grimmjow scoffs, “Yeah?” He starts, “And all those knights that speak to you so kindly and who wouldn’t dream of upsetting you, they left you behind. They didn’t stick around to fight for you so maybe they’re not as great as you think.” He doesn’t look up to you as he works.

His words hurt your feelings for a moment but you quickly get over it, getting away with you would have been an impossible task for them and it’s not fair of you to ask that of anyone. “They couldn’t have gotten me out.” You voice bluntly as he finishes the second rabbit and begins to cook it.

Grimmjow settles back and looks at you again, “They should have tried.” He bites out, you don’t understand why he thinks that. You shake your head at him and he just rolls his eyes. The two of you spend the rest of the night in relative quiet, Grimmjow gives you some of the meat from the rabbits and the two of you eat while he saves the second for the next day.

You offer to stay awake while he sleeps and after a minute of arguing he reluctantly agrees on the promise that you’ll stay right beside him and wake him the instant you hear anything, even if you think it's nothing. You think he’s being dramatic but you agree nonetheless and eventually he falls asleep. You spend a long while just staring out into the forest, nothing moves besides the occasional light breeze along the treetops that you can’t even fully see with how dark the night gets. Eventually your eyes fell on Grimmjow, you’d never seen him so calm looking, all the hard lines on his face had fallen away with sleep and his signature scowl was completely missing. You can’t help but think that he looked almost like a painting. His features looked soft in comparison to the bone mask and again you find yourself wanting to reach out and touch it, you don’t out of fear of waking him but it’s still a prevalent thought in your mind.

You spend a long time just looking at him and thinking. He’s still a mystery to you but he’s becoming more and more of a comfort. Which is a problem in and of itself, you know that he’ll leave once this is all over and while you might have been able to convince yourself that you wouldn’t miss him before you doubt you could now. The world seemed so cruel for him and you wanted nothing more than for him to have a home of his own, even if it wasn’t anywhere near you. It just didn’t seem fair, all that he’d been through. You wonder what kind of relationship you’d have with him if you’d met him under different circumstances. Would the two of you have been friends? You doubt it, you don’t really think he would have given you the time of day if he hadn’t been forced to initially.

Your mind wanders a bit more and you find yourself thinking about the last time he’d left. Grimmjow had said that he would have slept with you under different circumstances and you wonder what those would have been and if he’d actually meant it. Would he have tried if Aizen hadn’t married you? Was he actually serious? Did you even want him to try? You try to stop thinking like that but it proves to be a lot easier said than done. You have to look away from him before you can even try to keep those thoughts at bay.

You’re looking up at the cold night sky looking at the stars when you hear multiple twigs snap. Faster than you can blink Grimmjow is awake and pulling you back so that your back comes in contact with his chest with his arm sprawled across you keeping you close and his other hand darts to the hilt of the sword he had placed next to him while he slept. You turn as best you can to look up at him in bewilderment. He’d woken up so fast and honestly his reaction startled you far more than the small noise had. Grimmjow’s eyes are locked on the direction the noise had come from, from the faint light of the fire you could see his eyes darting around looking for what had caused the noise. You definitely can’t see anything and you wonder if he had better eyesight than you did. It certainly seemed like that as he surveyed the area.

The two of you stay that way for several minutes before he slowly pulls his arm away from you and looks down at you while moving away from you. “Go to sleep princess.” He demands simply. You start to argue with him that there’s no way that he’s gotten enough sleep but he won't hear of it. Eventually you give in and listen and lay down to sleep, it takes you a while but you eventually fall asleep as the cold night air settles over you.

#bleach fic #bleach x reader #cross posted on ao3 #grimmjow x reader #multi chap fic #aizen x reader #aizen x y/n #grimmjow x y/n #long fic

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waterless-witch · 2 years ago

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hii just checking up on you since you didn't post in a little while

How are you ?

Ah thank you! I’ve been alright, just busy. I have a three year old and a full time job so sometimes life just gets busy. Between Halloween for the little one and work and home life and trying to keep a social life I just haven’t had as much time to write as normal.

I’ve got about 9 pages written on the current chapter so it’s coming along just slowly. I’m hoping to finish it towards the start of next week but we’ll see. It’s hard to make hard set promises but I will try! Thank you for checking in though it means a lot! 🥹

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waterless-witch · 2 years ago

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WHAAAAAAAAT

HOW COULD YOU END THE CHAPTER LIKE THIS ??? DO YOU ACTUALLY ENJOY TORTURING YOUR READERS 😭

I NEED TO KNOW MORE AAAAAAAH

AND FINALLY WE'RE OUT OF HERE YUUUUUHH

Can't wait for grimmjow to make full use of that offer tho 👀 BUT OMG WE FINNA KNOW BOUR HIS FAMILY IM SO EXCITED

Your chapters always make the wait sooo worth it I love that thank you so much for feeding me since the bleach fandom's kinda dead 🙏🏾

AAHH! Thank you! I love ending on cliff hangers, keeps things interesting!

I’ve head this idea in my head forever so its nice to finally actually write it and put it somewhere! I’m glad people actually like it, I’ve never posted my writing before so thank you for the kind words and feedback!

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waterless-witch · 2 years ago

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Of Knights and Demons

Chapter 7

TW: Talk of prostitution, dark themes, violence, forced marriage 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 and Wattpad under the same name in case anybody would like to read it there.

Previous Chapter

Grimmjow's hand on your hip is warm, so much so that you feel the heat through the layers of your dress. His hand moves slowly, trailing along your hip and holding it firmly for a moment before he roughly spins you around to face him. You gasp and look up at him, he presses just a bit closer and you make a flustered squeaky sound and try to keep some sort of distance but there is none, your back hits the door, he’s just inches from your face and he towers over you looking down with an animalistic smirk.

You try to think of something to say, something to smooth this over. He doesn’t seem all that angry, if anything he’s laughing at you. Nothing comes to mind so you opt to just tell him the truth, “I’m leaving.” You tell him with as much confidence as you can muster, which isn’t as much as you’d like and you sound way more unsure than you’d meant to.

Grimmjow laughs, in the most condescending way you’d ever heard. You want to push him away, he’s too close and you’re a nervous wreck, you can’t help but think that maybe you had him pegged wrong. What if he’d just been fucking with you all this time and he was really loyal to Aizen, what if he was still playing that stupid game of cat and mouse and you’d played perfectly into it. He stops laughing and looks down at you, “No you’re not.” He tells you sternly. The smile slips from his face, “You’ll never make it out there princess, especially not in your pretty little dress. Even if you did manage to make it anywhere, someone would pick you up and do far worse than what your husband does to you. Now,” he says with a pause and brings his mouth right next to your ear to whisper, “If you keep your pretty little mouth shut I’ll take you back to your room and we can pretend nothing happened.” You weigh his words for a second but ultimately decide against it.

You shake your head, “No,” you start to tell him and he scoffs and interrupts you as he pulls back to look in your eyes again, he’s getting annoyed with you but you don’t care, you want out and you can’t keep waiting forever.

“How can you be so well read and so fucking stupid?” Grimmjow asks with venom laced thick in his voice, “You think things are bad now? How about when he has to hunt you down a second time, he’ll kill anyone who helped you, think you can deal with that princess?” He sneers at you.

You start to argue back that you don’t want any help but before you can get halfway through the sentence his hard wraps around your throat. He’s not squeezing but there’s enough pressure that you stop talking and look up at him with wide fearful eyes, “You have no idea what’s out there, you know how to hunt? You know how to forage? Do you even know where the hell you’re going? Don’t be stupid, don’t fucking make me drag you back up there.” Your hands come up and you wrap them around his wrist and you wince, he loosened his grip a bit but doesn’t pull his hand away, you have a sudden realization that he’s clearly not trying to hurt you, just intimidate you.

You look at him for a long while, behind all the anger in his eyes there’s worry. Even though he’s being rough and manhandling you he’s still trying to keep you out of trouble, he’d told you once that he wouldn’t hurt you and you believe him still. Even now he wasn’t hurting you, not really, he was trying to scare you sure but he wasn’t trying to hurt you. You swallow before talking, your voice comes out much quicker and weaker sounding than you’d like, “You can’t keep me here forever. You said it yourself, you can’t guard me all the time. If you take me back there will just be another day, I’ll find another chance and if I can’t I’ll throw myself from the roof. I won’t stay here, I won’t be this.” You argue.

His eyes narrow and he opens his mouth to speak but snaps it shut, his head darts to the side and you try to see what he’s looking at but you can’t see anything past him. Everything’s silent behind him for just a moment before you hear it. It’s distant but you hear the light tap of someone’s shoes hitting the stone. The sound slowly draws closer and you start to panic, someone’s going to see the two of you and they’ll report it back to Aizen, your escape will be squashed before you even make it out of the manor, you knew things would be bad if he had to hunt you a second time but what about this, what would he do about you just trying to leave?

The hand that Grimmjow had braced on the door falls and pulls the handle. You’re stumbling backwards out the door before you know what’s happening. Grimmjow wraps his arm around your waist and redirects you. Your back comes in contact with the cold wall outside the door and you make another squeak sound before Grimmjow's hard comes up to cover your mouth, his body is completely pressed to your own and you can’t help the blush that breaks out across your skin, you’re so close and you can’t help but think of all the dreams you’d had about him even though you didn’t want to be thinking like that right now. Your eyes dart up to his face but he’s not looking at you, his head is turned towards the now closed door and he watches and listens for any sign of the person you’d heard. He keeps his eyes on the door but brings his mouth to your ear again. “Not a sound princess.” He hisses in a whisper still keeping his hand over your mouth.

You nod your head as much as his hold on you allows, his eyes dart to you for a second, he takes in your wide eyed stare for a moment before you hear light noises from inside the room making you stiffen in fear of being caught. You can’t tell what they’re doing but the sounds disappear after a few minutes. It takes Grimmjow another few moments of silence before he removes his hand and takes a few steps back. You take in a shaky breath and look at him. He’s watching you, his jaw is locked and he doesn’t say anything. You stare into his eyes as the cold air nips at you.

An idea pops into your head and your head and you're voicing it before you can think twice about it, “Come with me.” You offer without hesitation. His eyebrows shoot so high you think they’d almost fly off his brow. He stares at you for a long time before he clicks his tongue.

“Excuse me?” He asks in disbelief, “You cannot be serious. What makes you think that I’ll-” He starts to say but you cut him off.

“You hate it here too!” You argue a bit too loudly and he hisses at you to be quiet, “Sorry,” you apologize in a whisper, “But I’m not wrong. You don’t want to be here. You hate him, I don’t know how you ended up here but you want out too. You wanted me to kill him, you hate him. Come with me and we can both get away from him.” You try to reason with him.

He chuckles at you, it’s not the same condescending laugh from earlier, it’s more of a disbelieving laugh but it still makes you feel awkward. “Yeah princess?” He asks, letting a small smirk return to his face, “I’m not one of your little knights, what makes you think I’d drag you across a kingdom for nothing in return. You think I work for your husband out of the goodness of my heart? You got a way to pay me if you’re gonna use me as a sell sword?” He asks.

You refuse to back down from him, “I’m sure my father would pay you when-” you start to say but he cuts you off with yet another barking laugh. Your brows furrow at him and you want to call him a number of unkind names but hold your tongue.

His laughter tapers off and he sighs, “You don’t even know where he is,” he starts, “I have an idea where he might be but it’s no guarantee and even then you have no way of getting there. Which just leads you back to the first problem, you have no way of paying me or anyone else.” He says with emphasis. He considers something for a moment before he speaks again, “Well, you do have one way of payment but I highly doubt you’d…” he tries for a moment to find the right word before continuing. “Lower yourself to that level.” His words confuse you and your brows knit together as you think.

He chuckles and takes another step towards you. Grimmjow had always been one to push your boundaries but today he was really pushing, your personal space was nonexistent and you can’t help but be nervous. “We’ve talked about this,” He says and you shake your head, you hadn’t and had no idea what he’s talking about. Grimmjow smirks at you again, predatory and animalistic, you can’t help but think that he looks handsome, it wasn’t the first time you’d thought it but it was definitely the strangest scenario that you’d thought about it in. “Yes we have, I’ve told you what men would do for you if you offered.” Your eyes widen in understanding at what he’s implying. “So unless you’re willing to spread those pretty little legs or fall to your knees and wrap those delicate lips around my cock you need to get back in your room and behave yourself.” You scowl at him, face flushed and he laughs again but doesn’t say anything.

You think about his words for a long while. You’re so flushed and embarrassed that you don’t even feel the cold air against you. If you went back to your room with him Aizen would just force you to do all things Grimmjow had said and more, you don’t necessarily like the idea of what Grimmjow had said but if he was serious you could at least try to argue for more of it to be on your terms. The idea of doing such things with him makes you feel strange, you’re not necessarily scared but you are nervous and worried that he doesn’t actually mean it. Grimmjow makes another step towards you and reaches for you, you take a step of your own to the side dodging him and making him roll his eyes at you. “Come on princess I don’t have all day, let's get you back inside and be done with this shit. Don’t make me hurt you.” He says in irritation. You know he’s bluffing, if he was gonna do it he would have done so already, he had countless opportunities especially now, especially today when his hand had been around your throat and he’d had you pinned to the door.

“No. And you’re not going to hurt me.” You tell him firmly, calling him on his bluff. You’re not going back, at least you think, if you let him do what he wants you actually get somewhere. If the act is the same regardless at least with Grimmjow you’re closer to being away from Aizen and back with your father. “I’ll do whatever it takes but I won’t go back to him again. So either come with me or let me leave to find someone else to help me, like you said all I have to do is offer.” You tell him in a sneer, you’re not serious about making an offer like that to someone else. You know it’s probably not wise to try and prod at him but you can’t stop yourself, he’s been messing with you this whole time why can’t you do the same?

Grimmjow's jaw locks in anger as his eyes flash with a kind of rage you’ve never seen from him and he lets an angry breath out. “You’re not serious,” He says in anger and you start to argue back but he stops you. “You really expect me to believe that you’re going to whore yourself out to me or anyone else?” He takes a step towards you again and you try to side step him again but he catches you easily and forces you back to the wall with his hand around your throat again. You swallow thickly and he continues, “You’re really gonna let me crawl between your legs and fuck you?” He asks as he slots one of his legs between your own, you gasp and the hand around your throat twitches minimally. “You don’t even like when your husband fucks you, what makes you think I’d treat you any kinder? Are you gonna let me fuck you like a whore or will you insist that I treat you like a lady?” He asks, pushing himself closer to you. “You gonna ride my cock whenever I please? Fall to your knees and suck me off whenever I tell you to?” He growls deeply, you’re staring at him with wide eyes, you don’t know what to say to any of what he’s said but his words have you feeling strange. You’re light headed but not from his hold on your throat but instead his words.

Your hands come up to try and pry his hand off your neck and he growls deeply at you before grabbing your hands and pinning them above you, your breath catches as he pulls back a few inches to look at you. His eyes trail over you slowly before rising back up to your face, he shifts his leg between yours causing your core to press against him more firmly. You breathe in a shaky breath and his eyes widen just a tiny bit. You open your mouth to say something and his eyes fall to watch your lips move, stopping you briefly. The wall on your back is ice cold but between his hands on you and his body pressed against your own, you're hot and flushed. “Grimmjow, please let g-” your voice comes out weak and whispered, you’re going to tell him to let you go but never get it out.

Grimmjow's hand tightens around your caught wrists and pushes them back into the wall harder, forcing a pained yelp from you as his nails dig into your skin. His eyes snap up towards your eyes and his grip on both your wrists and your neck loosens. He presses just an inch closer and his eyes fall back to your lips. You’re sure he’s about to kiss you and for some reason it makes your heart skip a beat as you look up at him, you can’t tell if you want him to kiss you or not but you don’t think about it long before he starts speaking again. “You gonna cry the whole time or are you going to make pretty little sounds like the last time I heard you?” His voice comes out in a growl.

The leg slotted between your own rises a bit, forcing you to the very tips of your toes and making you gasp and completely go red and look away from his eyes. You’re completely embarrassed, not only by his actions but by his words, he’s just admitted to having heard Aizen have his way with you and while you’d known it was more than likely that he’d heard you didn’t want to think about it. He pressed closer yet again, face just inches from your own, his thumb rose from your neck and pushed your chin up to look at him, “I bet you’d make the prettiest sounds for me princess.” You can feel his words as he whispers them against your lips and you can’t help but feel a twinge of arousal course through you. You’re confused by your own reaction and look at him wide eyed, you don’t know what you want. You can’t tell if you want him to press closer and just kiss you or if you want him to let you go and pull away.

You take a shuddering breath as his words make you shiver a bit, you’d blame it on the cold but you know it’s not true. “Grimmjow…” you try to say his name again in warning but it comes out much more breathy and small than ideal. He’s back to watching you and you wish he’d do anything at this point, move or kiss you or hurt you or something, anything. Hell you’d even take him dragging you back to your room at this point, just anything other than the maddening conflicting feelings he’s dragging out of you.

You try to shift in his hold a bit, only causing your core to press further into him and making you breathe a bit deeper against him. Your legs are straining and your arms are stretched thin, you watch as he looks over your face. Grimmjow sighs in defeat and drops his forehead against your shoulder, making you go ridgid. He's so warm against you but you're still shivering lightly, your heart beats against your chest so hard you’re sure it’s going to rip you apart and you have to focus on your breathing. “Fuck princess…” you can feel your breath against your collarbone and you cut off a choked whine. If he hadn’t had your hands pinned you might have wrapped your arms around him but you can’t and you don’t even know why you felt like you should. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you? I can’t fucking stand you.” You can’t tell if he’s insulting you or not, his words definitely are but the way he speaks them, in a quiet whisper, almost like he doesn’t want you to hear them makes you think otherwise. You don’t know what to say so you opt to say nothing hoping that your silence doesn’t upset him further.

He takes a minute before moving or saying anything. The time feels dreadfully long, you can’t see his face but you can feel every exhale he breathes against you, you’re about to say something to him, your brain is short circuiting and nothing comes to mind. After a minute or two he pulls back completely, he releases your wrists and pulls his body away from yours fully. He runs his fingers through his electric blue hair and paces a few steps in frustration. “You’re serious? About all of it?” He asks sternly. There’s no way you’d be able to answer him so you just nod your head, you’d agree to whatever he wanted if it meant getting back to your father and being away from Aizen. He thinks on it for a long moment, the gears in his head clearly spinning. “I need some assurances from you.” He scowls at you.

A feeling of dread rises in you, he could ask for any manner of things and you really don’t have much to bargain with, besides yourself and you’d already agreed to give him that. You narrowed your eyes a bit at him, “What kind of assurances?” You ask in a weary tone.

Grimmjow shrugs, “I need to know that after I drag you across a kingdom your lord father isn’t going to kill me on sight. I also need to know that I’m not going to be imprisoned or questioned or whatever. Once I take you there I get to leave, I’m not one of your little knights, I’m not sticking around or getting involved in whatever happens after I take you back. Understand?” He asks the question harshly.

His ask isn’t unreasonable, it's a more than fair ask and you nod, “I can try to convince him of-” You start to say before getting cut off.

“No trying, you will convince him. I can guarantee you I can cut through you faster than they can kill me. Got it?” Grimmjow tells you harshly. You agree and reach out to shake his hand in agreement. Instead of shaking your hand he drags you off in the direction of the forest that Renji had tried to take you through. He leads you through the brush and fallen leaves much faster than Renji and it’s a struggle not to fall over your own feet, you nearly trip on a tree root and Grimmjow whirls around to catch you quickly. Your eyes meet his azure eyes as he pulls you back up. He mumbles out an apology before he starts dragging you deeper into the forest, he pulls you much slower this time through, making sure you have time to keep your footing and pace steady.

The two of you keep a steady pace for about ten minutes before he slows to a complete stop and lets your hand slip from his. He turns to face you and starts taking off his jacket. Your skin breaks out in a sweat, you know you agreed to let him have you whenever he wanted but you didn’t expect him to take you here, a few short minutes from the manor and outside in the cold. You look away nervously and breathe a shaky breath in as you hear him stalk closer. He reaches out and grabs your wrist roughly, you flinch not quite knowing what he’s going to do. Out of all the scenarios you mind comes up with, his actions actually shock you, he shoves his jacket into your hand and lets you go. You look up at him in confusion, “Put that on and stay here, got it?” Grimmjow asks in a snarl before moving past you back the way you came.

You turn sharply, “Wait!” You call out and he whirls as he roughly slams his hand back over your mouth. You can’t stop the small gasp or the half step you take backwards at his action. You’re panicked, not wanting to be left alone out here, you wouldn’t stand a chance if someone found you out here right now.

“We’re not that far away don’t fucking yell.” He snarls at you, “You want every guard Aizen’s got out here because they heard you yell?” He asks and you shake your head in denial as much as you can with his hold on your face. “I’m not ditching you or anything, I’ll be right back, if you don’t want to die in the next few days, we’ll need supplies, money and a horse so stay here, put that on it’s cold.” He explains as he removes his hand from your mouth and steps back. Grimmjow waits for you to slip on his jacket before he turns to leave.

Once he's out of sight you rest your back against a nearby tree and let yourself sink to the ground. Now that he’s gone and all the adrenaline has left your body you notice how cold it really is. You pull Grimmjow's jacket tighter around you, you’re thankful that he’d left it but feel a bit bad that he’s out without it. You realize how absurd your plan had actually been, it was much colder now than when you’d tried to escape with Renji. You had no supplies and you would have surely frozen to death if you hadn’t been found. Grimmjow deciding to come with you had definitely saved your life and you’re still more than shocked that he’d actually agreed. While he’d always made lewd comments at you and his looks had been less than innocent, this was a lot to agree to just to sleep with you for the duration of the trip.

One thought led into another and soon you were thinking about your dreams of him. You wondered if when he had you if he’d truly be like that, you thought about the groaned out words and taunts that your mind had conjured up. In your dreams you always seemed to be enjoying yourself much more than you ever did with your husband and you wonder if you actually would with him.

You’re still thinking improper thoughts about him more than an hour later when you hear hoof beats on the ground. You shoot up from your position on the ground as Grimmjow slows the horse to a stop and dismounts. He throws a small burlap bag at you, you catch it and open it. Inside is a black shirt like his own, as well as pants and boots all of which look too big for you. You look back up at him and raise a single eyebrow in question.

“Change clothes. Now.” He demands while crossing his arms, “I can’t take you anywhere dressed like that.” He starts, gesturing towards your dress. “Assuming you're not picked up and sold to a pleasure house, you’d be recognized in an instant. A lot of your high class families have fallen in line out of fear and that last thing you need is for someone to tell him about how they saw you in a pretty little dress in some shit hole.” He explains, his eyes still on you. “Now change.” He growls at you.

You wait for him to turn around to give you privacy or something but he doesn’t. He just watches you lazily. You fluster under his gaze as he clearly intends to watch you strip, “Can you turn around or something?” You ask out embarrassed.

He rolls his eyes at you but does what you ask, “So you’ll offer to let me fuck you however I want but I can’t watch you change clothes? Seems a bit backwards don’t you think?” He asks sarcastically but with no real bite to it.

You wait a second before starting to remove your clothing. You strip off his jacket first, letting it rest gently on the ground followed by your dress before putting on the shirt from inside the bag. It’s big on you and you're sure if someone stood over you they would be able to see your chest down the small v-neck of it. “It would be improper.” You argue back as you pull the matching black pants up your legs and tie them as tight as they’ll go.

Grimmjow huffs a small laugh, “Yeah? And letting a demon fuck you to get what you want isn’t?” You roll your eyes but don’t answer, you slip your feet into the boots and just like you thought they were much too big for you, you tie them tightly hoping that it'll help you not to stumble over them. You pick up his jacket and dust it off from being on the ground.

You’re fully dressed in the clothes that Grimmjow had brought you and while they were much warmer than the deep cut v-neck dress you had been wearing but it’s still cold outside. “I’m finished,” you say timidly, not really knowing what to say. He turns and looks at you and you extend your arm to give him his jacket back, his eyes travel down your form and you're unsure of why, it’s not like he can see much of you in your baggy clothes, especially when compared to the dresses that Aizen had kept you dressed in.

He simply shakes his head at your outstretched arm, “Keep it, you’ll get more use out of it then I will.” He tells you. You thank him kindly and mean it, for so much more than just the jacket itself. You let your eyes fall to the horse behind him, it’s not one of the ones from your stables, they were larger than average with longer hair around their lower legs. This one was simple, just a dark brown body with a black mane and tail, you figured it helped to have a more plain horse than one of the fancier ones from your home. Attached to the saddle where a few small burlap bags as well as a quiver filled with arrows, Grimmjow wears the matching bow slung over his shoulder as well as his signature sword at his hip. “Come on, don’t wanna waste our head start do we?” He sighs out.

While making your way to him you slip the jacket back on, it's warm and comforting in a way that you don’t have the energy to put thought into. Once in front of him he helps you onto the horse before placing himself behind you and taking hold of the reins, trapping you against him in the same way he had the first night you’d meet him. Except this time you’re not afraid of him, you still don’t know what lies ahead of you but you’re certain it's better than what lies behind you.

The two of you set off and you ride for around an hour and a half in silence before you break it, “How long before they come after us?” You ask as you come across the clearing you’d almost made it to. It felt strange to be here, the last time it had taken you all day to make it here. You felt exposed without the coverage of trees, anyone could see you but Grimmjow didn’t seem to be worried about it, perhaps you were just being paranoid.

“Not until tomorrow morning at least.” Grimmjow says but that seems too far away to you, maybe he’s lying to try and calm you down, you can’t tell. He gives a small sigh, clearly able to tell that you’re still upset. “Once Loly realizes you're gone she’ll try to find you herself, she won’t check on you until she has to, to bring you food. She’ll panic and look everywhere she can think of.” He begins to explain and you nod along as you listen. “When she can’t find you she’ll eventually break down and go to Ulquiorra, he’ll take her to Tousen and then they’ll start searching. First around the manor and then they’ll fan out. It’ll be late tonight before anyone realizes how far you’ve actually made it.” He explains firmly.

You’re quiet for a few more minutes just thinking. He was probably right but you were still nervous, one wrong move or misstep and you’d be back where you started. You doubted you’d calm down until you were back with your father. You wondered how Aizen would react to the news, as much as you disliked Loly you did not wish for her to die and hoped that he didn’t kill her for your escape. “And what of Aizen?” You ask quietly.

Behind you, Grimmjow shrugs, “Word will get sent to him tonight, he’ll probably leave immediately to come back and try to find you, his whole plan to take the north hinges on the fact that your father won’t fight him as long as you're in his custody.” None of what he’d said made you feel any better but he continued. “He’ll try to keep the news of your escape on a need to know basis,” he tells you, causing your brow to furrow in confusion.

“Wouldn’t he want as many people out looking as possible?” You ask as you ride back into the tree line, following a dirt path, leaving the clearing behind you.

Grimmjow chuckles a bit, “No he won't. He doesn’t need word to reach your father or anyone else of your escape. Aizens too cocky to believe that you’d make it. He’ll keep the search low for a while before he realizes that he needs to put more of an effort and by that point we should hopefully be far enough ahead for it to not matter.” You nod in agreement but you're still a bit unconvinced. “I swear it princess, I haven’t lied to you have I?” He asks, he’s right, he hasn’t.

If anyone knew what they were talking about in regards to all of this was him. You decide its better to trust him than to drive yourself insane with worry trying to figure out every little possibility of every action and you try your best to let it go.

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The two of you ride the rest of the day in silence, eventually Grimmjow brings the horse to a stop in order to make camp. You try to offer to stay awake for him the same way you did for Renji but he refuses. He tells you that you’ll be coming across a small town at midday and that you’ll get a room at the inn and he’ll sleep there. You swallow thickly but agree. Grimmjow builds a small fire and gives you a strip of dried meat as well as some bread. You thank him and eat in silence, watching the fire crackle and burn.

You wait, a bit on edge but Grimmjow makes no move to sleep with you. You blame it on the cold and know that tomorrow when you make it to the inn he’ll more than likely have you there. The thought makes you nervous but not in the same way that you had been when faced with the same act from Aizen. Perhaps the task was not so daunting because Aizen had already stripped you of your innocence or perhaps because even if it’s for selfish reasons Grimmjow was helping you. You’re still thinking about it when the sunsets and Grimmjow tells you to sleep.

It takes a very long time for you to fall asleep, you’ve never spent a night in the elements like this. To make matters worse every few minutes you could practically feel Grimmjow watching you. It’s cold even with the fire burning and you can’t help but wonder how Grimmjow manages to do this on a regular basis. Though it seemed that you would be finding out. Your mind keeps conjuring all manner of terrifying possibilities making sleep all that much harder to find. It’s hours before your eyes finally drift closed and your breathing evens out enough to let you slip into unconsciousness.

You wake early from Grimmjow shaking you awake. You wake with a fright and he has to grab you firmly to stop you from smashing your head into his own. You look at him wide-eyed, you’re afraid that he’s going to tell you that someone has found you but he doesn’t. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” He starts, the sun has just begun to peak over the horizon and the forest floor was still dark, “We should get moving, keep distance between us and them.” He tells you, you nod and pick yourself up. You dust yourself off and try to smooth down your hair as much as you can without a brush. Your body is sore from sleeping on the hard ground but you don’t comment on it.

Grimmjow again helps you on the horse before taking his seat behind you. Yet again the two of you rode in silence, which is fine with you, it felt as if you’d only been asleep a few short minutes before you’d been woken up. Eventually a small town comes into sight in the distance. “While we are here you need to do exactly as I say and stay close. No wandering away, no talking to anyone you don’t need to, no nonsense. Understand princess?” He rasps against your ear as a man riding in a horse drawn cart rolls past. The man smiles and nods towards the two of you and you do the same, Grimmjow doesn’t move behind you, choosing instead to follow the man with his eyes as he passes.

“I understand.” You respond to him and he nods before straightening out behind you. The town is nothing special; you take note as you ride though it. The roads are wet with mud and you wonder if it ever dried. A few people watched as you rode by but nobody stopped or said anything, you kept your eyes ahead and tried not to look as nervous as you were. Most of the buildings were made from old and cracking stone and a few of the houses even had broken and boarded windows. Few people were out and about, most huddled inside the buildings but you could see a few peeking at you through windows or standing in doorways of public spaces.

Eventually you came to a stop in front of what you assumed was the inn. The building's stone was cracking matching with the rest of the town and the side of the building was adorned with the most rickety looking wooden stairs you’d ever seen leading to multiple sets of doors which you assumed held the rooms. Grimmjow dismounted and tied the horse to the hitching post outside the main set of doors. He offers you a hand and you take it gingerly as you step down into the mud. “Stay close.” He reminds you before leading you inside the building.

The inside looks just as run down as the outside, the floorboards are peeling upwards and the desk is made from rotting and chipping wood. The inside is dimly lit by a few windows and a few candles scattered along the wall. Once Grimmjow pushes the heavy wooden door open you see a woman behind the desk, she’s older, white hair and wrinkled skin, she doesn’t look at Grimmjow at all and instead focuses on you with a puzzled look. The woman doesn’t move from her spot over a book as Grimmjow approaches the desk, you stay a few steps behind him but close enough.

A man of the same age appears from a room behind the desk and smiles brightly towards the two of you. “Lookin’ for a room.” He asks in a kind tone. The woman still stares at you and you can’t help but fidget, your picking at the skin on your hand as all manner of negative thoughts rush through your head. Does she recognize you? Does she know something’s wrong? You can’t help the anxiety that rises in you under her gaze and you wish she’d just look away.

“Why else would we be here?” Grimmjow bites back with an annoyed tone. The man just gives him another bright smile and flips through a handwritten book.

The man reads what’s on the pages before looking at the two of you. “I’ve got a nice room with our most comfortable double bed and-” the man began but Grimmjow cut him off.

“Two beds.” Grimmjow interjects and demands in a harsh tone. The woman looks at him in surprise and you do too. You don’t say anything, he already seems annoyed and you’d like to not make it worse. You’d assumed he’d just get one bed and take you there but you guessed not. You didn’t let yourself believe that he’d leave you alone though, you didn’t want to risk the disappointment, but still it was an interesting turn of events, you’d at least get your own space when he was done with you hopefully.

The man looks between the two of you, “Are you sure? We’re not in the business of judging round here?” The man asks as he cocks his head at you specifically. You highly doubt that. The woman looked like she’d enjoy nothing more than passing judgment and later gossiping with whoever would listen the second your backs were turned.

Grimmjow just scoffs and slams a few to many coins on the counter, the man's eyes widen a small bit at the overpayment and his eyes dart to Grimmjow, “Two beds and no more fucking small talk.” He growls out, anger clear in his voice.

The man simply nods and retrieves a small brass key, “Second floor, third door.” Grimmjow swipes the key quickly and turns on his heel, he storms past you and catches your wrist, dragging you along behind him. You let out a small squeak sound at the treatment but Grimmjow pays you no mind and just keeps dragging you on. He leads you back outside and you stumble a bit on the rickety stairs. He lets your wrist fall from his grip as he unlocks the door and holds it open gesturing for you to enter. You walk through the door and look around the small room.

Like the lower floor the wood on the floor is peeling upwards and cracked at strange angles. There is a small bed on either side of the room, pressed against the wall with plain white sheets and a small blanket on each. There’s a window evenly between each bed and underneath is a small tattered chest meant to hold personal belongings. Above each bed is a small shelf, each shelf holds a candle and a few books that look like they haven’t been touched in years. Opposite of the beds there’s a small door leading into a tiny bathroom which surprises you.

Grimmjow slams the door behind the two of you and throws the few bags you have on the furthest bed. He’s clearly angry and you’re not fully sure why, yeah the couple downstairs had been annoying but you didn’t think it was that bad. “I’m going out to get some stuff,” He starts and you look to him, “I’ll lock the door behind me, don’t let anyone in and stay the fuck away from the window, got it?” He growls out and you nod. You thought he wanted to sleep but you don’t voice your concern, not wanting to anger him further or turn his anger toward you.

Left alone again you’re unsure of what to do with yourself, you look around the room and decide to look at the books on the shelf. You pick up a fiction novel about a pirate and dust it off before curling up with your back to the wall on the bed that Grimmjow hadn’t claimed. You don’t get much reading done, in fact you don’t make it off the first page. Your mind is too occupied thinking about everything that could go wrong.

What if Grimmjow had been wrong? What if you didn’t have the time he thought you did? Perhaps Aizen would find you and kill you just to be done with the trouble, he could always claim that he’d brought you back and that you were staying in your room again. What if someone else killed you, or if someone recognized you and turned you in? What if the woman downstairs already had? What if you both were wrong about your father’s whereabouts? What if when you got to the northern mountains there’s nothing there? What if Aizen sends men out to kill your father and everybody else on the mountain? What if Nnoitra found you and Grimmjow wasn’t around? A thousand thoughts rush through your head and its work to keep yourself from hyperventilating.

You can’t stop yourself from overthinking. You pull your knees up to your chest and try to breathe and stop your own thoughts but you can't. Your mind just spins on and on, endlessly tormenting you and making you suffer. An unknown amount of time passes before Grimmjow returns, you're still in the same position but you lift your head as you hear the door unlock and open.

Grimmjow’s blue eyes fall to you immediately, “What happened? Are you alright?” He asks instantly, eyes darting around the room, you’re unsure what he’s looking for but his eyes fall back to yours as he waits for an answer.

“I’m alright, nothing happened.” You tell him, nothing technically had happened to you, you were just freaking yourself over nothing. Grimmjow's eyes narrow at you, for some reason his hair looks more wild than normal. In fact a lot of him looks more wild than normal, his clothes are wrinkled and as you look him over you see a swipe of blood on his wrist. Your eyes widen at the sight, “What happened?” You ask, letting your legs fall back to the bed and moving closer, you stop yourself before getting too close, figuring he wouldn’t want you to actually touch him.

His brows knit in confusion and his eyes fall to where you’re looking, he moves his wrist to look at it better and laughs a bit, “Not my blood, don’t worry about it princess.” He says as he walks further into the room.

“If it’s not yours then who’s blood is it?” You ask in a wary tone, he seemed in a bit of a better mood but if he had to go out and kill to achieve it you didn’t want that and didn’t know how safe you felt with him if that were the case.

He steps into the small bathroom to grab a rag and quickly wipes the blood from his arm, “You really want the answer to that?” Grimmjow asks in an amused tone, his eyes fall to you again as he sits on the mattress across from yours. You nod your head slowly, you don’t know that you necessarily want the answer but you need it. He smirks at you which doesn’t help the uneasy feeling that’s begun to rise in you, “Well princess, you’ve been a panicked little mess so I went out and made sure no one was following us.” He says casually.

You nod in understanding, the blood on his arm clearly indicated that he’d found someone and you can’t help but wonder how many people were out looking for you. “How many did you find?” You ask, trying to calm your nerves and failing as per usual.

“Just two, they’d almost made it to the clearing.” he begins, as he makes his way back into the room. “It’ll take them a few days to figure out they're gone, so can you calm down now?” He says before throwing himself on the mattress. You wonder if he’s done this to make you feel better or because he likes to fight, perhaps it's both but you're unsure. He looks to you and waits for you to say something, you don’t know what to say, while you do feel a bit better that no one who was looking for you was close by it still seemed like an unnecessary burden for him to take on.

“Why go through the trouble?” You ask, you realize that you might sound unappreciative but you don’t really care all that much. You can’t help but notice his attitude change either, this is the longest he’s gone without making some kind of lewd comment or trying to get a rise out of you, it was odd, especially considering he technically now had the right to do such things. You’d given him full permission and he’d stayed tame which made you feel strange. “I thought you’d only agreed because of…” You stumble for the right words for a second, “Because of the offer I made you. Why go through the trouble of any of this if not for that? Especially if you’re going to go out of your way for me? I don’t understand.” You tell him a bit shyly, not really looking at him.

Grimmjow stares at you for a minute before answering, in fact he doesn’t say anything until your eyes flick back to his own. He sighs deeply before flipping onto his side and holding his head up with his hand, “Do you want me to fuck you princess?” He asks bluntly.

Your entire body flushes and you gape at him for a second before you try to answer. His body language screams casual and collected but his eyes look completely different, almost predatory. “N-no!” You stutter out with embarrassment at his improper question.

With a shrug Grimmjow flops back to his back, staring up at the ceiling. “Well, there you go. Now drop it.” He bites out, he’s irritated but not near the amount he normally is. He still hasn’t answered your question which is annoying. With a sigh you pick the novel back up and decide to try to read again figuring he’s going to finally sleep for a bit.

Everything’s silent for a few minutes, you don’t get much reading done but you still manage more than your previous attempts. You wonder if your whole trip will continue in this manner, if he’ll stay irritated and angry the whole time, if he’ll keep you at arm’s length. After a while you hear Grimmjow shift and in your peripheral vision you can see that he’s looking at you for a second before again looking back to the ceiling. He takes a deep breath, “You remind me of my mother and sister.” He confesses in a calm and almost gentle voice. Your eyes widen and shot to him at the confession but he’s not looking at you.

#bleach fic #bleach x reader #cross posted on ao3 #grimmjow x reader #multi chap fic #aizen x reader #aizen x y/n #aizen sosuke x reader #long fic #cross posted on wattpad #fantasy au

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how tf are you note getting thousands of hearts on your fic IT'S TOO GOODDDDD

OMG THE GOOSEBUMPS I GOT WHEN YN ALMOSY ESCAPED AND THEN THE DOOR ZLSBFJKFZBJZ I THOUGHT WE WAS DEAD I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK-

Can't wait for the next part already you're cooking so hard and i eat it up everytime

Ah! Thank you!!

I’ve got a few pages of the next chapter written and I’d ideally like to get it posted by early next week so let’s hope life goes how I want and I get time to actually write it 😬

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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.

#bleach fic #bleach x reader #cross posted on ao3 #grimmjow x reader #multi chap fic #aizen x reader #aizen x y/n #aizen smut #aizen sosuke x reader #bleach smut

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waterless-witch · 2 years ago

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Of Knights and Demons

Chapter 5

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 couldn’t catch your breath and your eyes were still clouded with tears. You could hear the shuffling of feet and hushed whispers from outside as everyone dispersed. Your heart beats faster with every step Aizen takes towards you, it's beating so hard and fast that it causes pain in your chest. Your face is still throbbing and you can feel your own blood on your face and neck, your shaking uncontrollably. You know that he’s upset and you can’t tell if some of it lies with you. His attention on you has never been good and you can’t handle his taunts or his hands on you right now. You feel like you might break into a thousand pieces.

He came to a stop in front of you, he’s silent as he looks down at you, his silence is scary, he’s always talking or taunting or monologuing or something but not now. You can’t look at him, your still breathing rapidly, “I-I’m sorry, I-I, I didn’t-“ you try to offer some kind of explanation through your tears but you cut yourself off as he reaches for you. You don’t mean to but you flinch away causing his hand to stop for a second midair. You knew it was a mistake but you couldn’t stop yourself and more tears fell as you worried about the repressions of your previous action.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He tells you, “Let me see your face.” His voice is stern, leaving no room for argument. Slowly and with a shaky breath you look up at him, his face is completely unreadable. His auburn eyes lock with yours for only a second, his fingers brush your jaw lightly, lifting so he can examine your busted lip. He moves your head to the side to observe the cheek that the man had struck, then he moves your chin up and looks at your neck. His hold is light and gentle as he moves you around, careful not to move too fast. Anger flashes across his face but it's gone in an instant. You're terrified of him at this moment and the flash of anger on his face doesn’t help, you feel trapped again and like you can’t breathe.

He drops your chin just as a light knock sounds on your door. Aizen reaches out again and gently leads you to one of the plush chairs by the window, “Sit.” He demands as he goes to answer the door. Aizen cracks open the door and you can hear Gins' voice, they’re talking in whispers and you can’t quite make out what they’re saying, not that your focused on it, istead your trying to stop crying and breathe properly. Gin hands something to Aizen then leaves with a bow, Aizen walks back to you and crouches down to be on level with you. In his hand he carries a small soft cloth and a small vial of antiseptic.

From this angle you have to look down at him slightly, he puts his hand on your knee gently and rubs a few small circles with his thumb. “I need to clean your cut.” He tells you softer than he had been speaking to you, than he’d ever spoken to you if you truly thought about it. He doesn’t move after he says it though and after a moment you realize that he’s waiting for you to respond. He’s never waited for your permission or consent for anything else so you don’t immediately respond to him. You nod to him in agreement after a moment. His gaze falls from your face and he wets the rag with antiseptic, “This will sting a bit my love.” He says before bringing the cloth to your mouth and dabbing lightly. It stings and you try to stay still as to not interrupt him or upset him further. He cleans the wound carefully and daps at the blood around it. He stands back up in front of you, “Stay here.” He tells you as he walks to the bathroom.

He emerges a minute later and the cloth is washed and drips a small amount of water onto the floor below as he walks. He crouches beside you again and starts wiping the blood from your face and neck without a word. You stiffen but don’t move, his eyes rose to yours slowly.

He stands again, he keeps his hand on your face and wipes the tears from under each of your eyes. Aizen pulls the other chair and sits in front of you, he hunches forward a bit. He breathes a small sign as he observes you. “I need you to tell me what happened.” He tells you softly and waits patiently for you to respond.

You take a deep shaky breath and then tell him. You tell him everything about running into the red haired man and Nnoitra in the hall, about what Nnoitra had said and how the red haired man had just laughed along with him. You tell him about how he’d entered your room and what he’d said, how he’d hit you and cornered you. When you finish speaking he sits back in his chair thinking over your words. “Where was your guard? It was Grimmjow correct?” He asks with a stern facial expression.

You can’t tell him the whole truth of that, you don’t want him to find out about the tea you’ve been drinking to stop yourself from becoming pregnant. You also don’t want Grimmjow in trouble, as rude as he can be he’s a much better option than any of the rest that you’ve met. You think of a quick lie and just go with it before he becomes suspicious, “I-I sent him to get me something from the kitchen,” you half lie, “He wasn’t gone long I didn’t think anything would happen, I’m sorry.” You stutter out and let more tears come to your eyes. You think back on all the times Grimmjow had said he wouldn’t kill you and you hope that he’s right. You hope that by spinning it to look like more of your fault and letting yourself cry again that he’ll stop thinking about Grimmjow's involvement and hopefully stop him from questioning where he had been with others.

His gaze softens and he reaches for your hand, “It’s not your fault love,” he tries to reassure you. “Why don’t you go wash real quick? I’ll wait here then we’ll go take care of this mess.” He tells you softly as he runs his thumb across the back of your hand. You nod to him before making your way into the bathroom. Once behind the closed door you let out a sign and rub your hands down your face. Your surprised that he hadn’t questioned you further, your tears had never managed to stop him before. Perhaps, you think, because it was someone other than himself who had done it to you. Or maybe because the red haired man had touched what Aizen viewed as his. Either way it didn’t matter all that much, he hadn’t pressed further and you hoped that it’d be the end of it on your end.

You move to the sink and look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a mess from the man pulling you around by it, on your neck a dark choke bruise forms in the shape of the man's fingers. The lower right side of your lip is split and swollen and the skin on your right cheek all the way to you mouth is also blooming in a dark bruise. Your eyes are red and puffy and tear tracks run down your face. You switch on the cold water and cup your hands to wash your face. Once you finish that you brush through your hair again to get it manageable again.

After a few minutes you enter back into the bedroom, Aizen is standing by your shared bed and looks at you, he gives you a light smile. He walks to you and gives your forehead a light peck before looping his arm with yours. “Come sweet girl, we have matters to attend to.” He tells you, leading you from the room. You think as you walk, that the two of you must look like a real married couple, besides the fact that you’re covered in bruises. He's walking with you in almost a loving way, arm looped through on his own and constantly looking to make sure you're alright.

You can hear the murmuring of countless voices before you even turn down the hall that the throne room lies in. Outside the doors stand two guards with bone masks that you’d never seen before, they both bow to the two of you as you approach before swinging the heavy doors open for you. The room falls deathly silent as you enter. It seems that everyone that worked in the manor and the surrounding ones had been gathered as well as the remaining members of the neighboring families. Aizen keeps his eyes forward as the two of you approach the throne but your eyes dart around the room.

Your eyes lock with Grimmjow’s, he’s standing to the right of the throne along with Ulquiorra and Nnoitra as well as a number of others that all have masks and are dressed similarly in their black tunic and pants. Aizen leads you up the steps and sits in the throne, he keeps one arm wrapped around your waist and turns you to face the crowd while he rests his cheek on his other balled fist. Most of the crowd is looking at you, no doubt they’d already heard what had happened. Your eyes scan the crowd and eventually you find Lista, her face twisted in an angry scowl as she observes the scene in front of her. You have no doubt that she’d spit venomous words at not only the red haired man but at Aizen too if she’d been given the chance.

Aizen looks to Ulquiorra who nods back to him wordlessly before walking down the steps and out a small door on the side of the room. He returns after a minute dragging the red haired man behind him, the man tries to keep up with him but his feet keep slipping from under him. He’s still bleeding, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He’s visibly pale and has clearly been beaten more since he’d been in your room. Ulquiorra dumps him on the floor roughly before returning to his spot in the lineup.

The man grunts in pain as he rises to his hands and knees, panting harshly the whole time. He looks up and his eyes flicker between Aizen and yourself a few times. Panic is clearly written on his face as he stares at Aizen’s unmoving face. The room is so quiet that you can clearly hear his labored breathing. The man gulps and bows his head to the floor, forehead meeting stone, “Please forgive me, my king, I did not mean to offend you.” He says keeping his head bowed.

Aizen’s eyebrow twitches and his eyes narrow before his face falls back to neutral. “It’s not my forgiveness you should be seeking.” He answers back sternly.

The man's head lifts for a second to look at you before dropping back down, “Please forgive me my lady-” He tries to begin before getting cut off.

“She’s my wife,” Aizen tells him, “I rule this land now, that makes her your queen. Address her correctly.” He corrects him in that same stern voice, face unmoving as he watches the scene play out before him.

The man shutters and drops a bit lower, clearly struggling to keep himself upright. “Please forgive me my queen,” the man starts again, “I did not mean to offend you.” He finishes head still bowed and pressed to the stone floor.

Aizen scoffs, “I find it hard to believe that you had no intentions of offending her.” Aizen answers, “You entered our room and tried to force yourself on her, what expectation could you possibly offer for such a crime.” You hear Gin give a small chuckle at the man somewhere to the side but ignore it to watch the scene continue.

The man is shaking by this point and while Aizen’s voice had not reached the level of anger it had been in your bedroom it was well on its way there. “I didn’t think you would care!” The man shouts as he raises his head, “Please! I swear it, I’ll never touch her again! I won’t even look at her! Please! I’ll swear my devotion, my very life to service! Please!” The man begs, voice desperate and pleading.

Aizen rises from his throne and stalks towards him leaving you planted where you were. “You thought I would not care if you forced yourself on my wife?” Aizen asks, voice rising in anger. He descends the stairs, “You thought I would allow such an insult? You thought, even if I held no affection for her, that I would be alright with you touching what is mine? You must think awfully high of yourself if that’s the case.” He says, coming to a stop in front of the man. “What could your devotion offer me? You think a life of service is fitting for assaulting your queen?” The man starts to beg again and reaches for Aizen’s pant leg. Aizen unsheathes his sword in an instant, before you can even recognize what's happening he’s stabbed downwards into the man's chest. The sword runs through his back and out his chest, it hangs just centimeters from the floor. He’s not dead, his eyes are wide and he’s gasping for breath. Blood runs down the blade and drips to the stone, you can hear each little splatter.

A chorus of gasps sound around the large throne room, yourself among them. Your hand comes up to cover your mouth in shock as you watch wide eyed. You’d never seen anyone die before, while your kingdom had on occasion had to execute someone you’d never bothered to be in attendance. “You are right about one thing,” Aizen says coldly, looking down on the bleeding man. “You will never touch my wife again. You will never look at her again.” He pulls the sword from the man and he collapses to the floor, if he’s not already dead he will be in a moment. It takes him a moment but he screams, a blood curdling kind of scream. You want to cover your ears and look away but you can't, your body won't move, you’re stuck watching this hellish nightmare. The man collapses to the floor and his eyes dart around as if looking for help, no one moves and his chest starts rising slower and slower. Aizen’s head raises to look around the room, “Let this be a lesson to those who doubt my devotion. I will not tolerate such an insult again, should this ever happen again death will come much slower.” His voice booms through the throne room sternly. You don’t look at Aizen though, you’re stuck watching the blood seep into the cracks of the floor, the man's chest stops moving and his eyes glaze over. You know he’s dead and even though he’d tried to hurt you an awful feeling blooms in your chest.

~~~

The room cleared and Aizen ordered someone to go clear your room. He kept you close that day, whatever he was supposed to be doing he’d canceled. He’d brought you to the dinning room for the first time since before you were married and had you eat. To your relief the tea was still brought to you, though the poor servant girl looked scared out of her mind. You thanked her kindly as she left and you hoped she understood how thankful you truly were. You eat in silence, you’re unsure of what to say or if you should even say anything. Your mind keeps going back to the throne room. The man had assaulted you, he’d hurt you and he tried to do worse and yet you felt guilty, it had been your fault that he’d died and you didn’t even know his name.

You thought about asking but with how angry your husband had been you didn’t want to chance his anger turning on you. Aizen stayed gentle the rest of the day, he took you to the library and had even offered to take you to the gardens. You reject his offer as kindly as you can. You don’t talk much unless he directly asks you a question. Unlike Grimmjow, Aizen lets you read in silence, you pick up one of the plant books rather than one of the ones you were using to form your escape plan. You couldn’t risk him catching on to your plan, today's events only solidify your need to escape.

He takes you again to the dining room for super, then back to your shared room. As you enter you expect him to take you as he normally does, but he doesn’t. Instead he tells you where to find a nightgown and tells you to dress for bed. You do so, a bit confused but you do as he’s asked. When you enter back into the room from the bathroom he leads you to bed. You’re tense and ready for what comes next but it never does. He pulls you into bed, then he moves you so that you're laying with your head on his chest, the same as when he’d finish with you. He’s silent for a long time, seemingly content to just stroke your hair, “I’d kill every last one of them before I’d let that happen again.” He tells you decidedly. You know what he means and so you don’t question him, in fact you don’t say anything acknowledging that you’d heard him. You wouldn’t want that, that weight on your soul.

You wonder vaguely if he’s upset if you’d been hurt or if he’s upset that some tried to take what was his. You leaned more towards the second option. He very much enjoyed parading you around during your wedding and had always done whatever he wanted with you, he was just upset that someone else decided that they could do the same. Eventually your mind wandered to Grimmjow, he’d be leaving tomorrow and you doubt you’d see him before he did. Not that you wanted to, you think to yourself confused by your own train of thoughts. You can’t help but wonder about if he’ll catch Renji and his group, you hope not, if they’d made it this long hopefully they can hold out until they find safety. Wherever safety may be.

You wonder about Loly and how she came about as being your guard, she seems to hate you based on your one interaction. Vaguely you remember Nnoitra saying that Grimmjow had volunteered for this and you highly doubted that Loly had done the same. You fall asleep eventually and just like normal Aizen is gone before you wake.

~~~

Loly was exactly how you’d expected her to be. She didn’t speak to you unless it was absolutely necessary and you were fine with the arrangement. You wrote her out a list of books you wanted and asked her to see to it that they were brought to you. As difficult as it was to read with Grimmjow talking to you, you knew it would be nothing compared to trying to read while feeling Loly’s piercing scowl. When she brings your meals to you she huffs and slams things much like a child throwing a tantrum would. You’d done a lot of fluffing up your list with other books to hopefully look less suspicious and she doesn’t give you any reason to think that she’d caught on. If you’re being honest, you think she believes you're stupid, which is fine with you.

The week progressed slowly and you were bored. You actually thought that you missed Grimmjow before forcing yourself to change your line of thought. You did not miss him or care that he was gone or wonder if he was okay. Why would you? He was rude and did things just to piss you off and make you angry. You couldn’t stand him, so why did you care so much? You don’t want to think about him but you can’t seem to stop yourself. The whole dilemma frustrates you to no end, it makes you want to rip your hair out when you get stuck in these loops where he occupies your whole brain.

Aizen for his part doesn’t touch you at all. He just comes to bed, pulls you close to him and sleeps. Sometimes he tries to talk to you and you give as short of an answer as you can each time. He strokes your hair and keeps you close and he’s always gone when you wake up. The food you’d been brought always held your cup of tea and luckily no one had questioned it, while Aizen was not touching you now that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t start again soon. It was only a matter of time and you knew that. He wanted an heir and he wouldn’t hold off forever.

On the seventh day after Grimmjow’s departure your eyes start crossing with how much you’ve read and you decide to take a bath, needing something else to do. You have a basic idea of where you think you need to go. It’ll take a while on foot and you don’t know that you could make it on your own but still its something. You also have no idea how you’d slip your guards. Loly seemed like she’d be easier than Grimmjow to escape from but it would still be a difficult task.

You dry yourself off after your bath and wrap a towel around yourself. It’s early enough in the evening that Aizen wouldn’t be back yet but late enough that Loly wouldn’t bother you again either. So you decide to find a nightgown and dress for bed. You were still towel drying your hair when you left the bathroom and nearly jumped out of your skin at the sight of Grimmjow standing by the window.

He stood there, idly flipping through one of your books on local wildlife and cocking his head to observe the sketches inside. He lets his eyes fall slowly to you and you notice a rather large cut to the right side of his forehead, it had been stitched up but looked painful. His eyes widen a bit as he looks at your state of undress. His eyes move slowly over you then snap back to your exposed legs for a long moment before he forces his eyes away to meet your own eyes. Your whole body flushes more than it already was from the hot bath. He’d looked at you before in a less than modest way but this time felt different. You’d never had this much on display. You’d always been covered by something, even if it was just the blanket on your bed. “Miss me that much?” He says with a lazy smirk forming on his face, there was no hint of irritation or anger in his voice, just amusement. “And to think I thought the morning with the tea was a treat.” He said unabashedly.

You just stared at him with a loss for words. “You’re back- what are you- when- why are you in here?” You asked stuttering, you couldn’t figure out what to ask first and so instead it came out a jumbled mess. He watched you try to figure out what was going on and each time you tripped up his smirk grew. You hated how flustered you were and you didn’t know what to do. You thought about just turning around and going to change but you didn’t want to either out of embarrassment.

He laughs as he watches your face continue to redden, “Just got back,” he said with a shrug while still smirking. “Heard you hadn’t really come out since I’d been gone, so I came to check on you.” He said, your eyes narrowed waiting for him to say something lewd or insulting the way he always did. “Now as pretty as a sight you make,” He said, letting his eyes ranke over you again, slowly, like he was taking in a work of art and you shift a bit, feeling awkward under his gaze. “I’ll be in the hall so you can change. Come get me when you’re done and I’ll tell you all about hunting your knight.” He held your gaze dramatically as he turned to leave.

As you dress you can’t help but think that he seems like he's in a good mood. You don’t think you’d ever seen him in such a good mood. He was still being lewd and trying to get a rise out of you but he wasn’t being angry about it. You also thought about the cut to his head. You knew he’d been sent out to track Renji and whoever else had left with him and you couldn’t help but wonder who could have gotten the upper hand on him like that. You’d only seen him fight one time but it had been terrifying. He was fast and strong and held a level of brutality that you’d only ever seen one other time from Nnoitra.

You also couldn’t help but worry for Renji himself. You hoped they didn’t catch him. You didn’t want that threat hanging over your head again. Also, assuming Aizen didn’t kill him and use him as an example, you knew he’d be tortured. You didn’t want to think about that and decided that if Grimmjow tells you that he’d been caught then you don’t want to hear anything else. You don’t need the details of how he’d been hurt or killed if he was already dead.

You finish dressing and brush your hair out quickly before going to let him back in. You can’t help but feel something like relief at him being back, which confused you a lot. You weren’t friends and he spent his time tormenting you for fun. He was kind to you though, at least compared to Loly or Nnoitra. You decide you're done thinking about it and pull the door open, Grimmjow stares down at you as you move out of his way so he can step in. You’re a bit nervous about inviting him in, it’s a line that you’d never crossed and you’re dressed in only a tin nightgown which doesn’t help matters. He’d barged in on his own before and come to bring you the tea but never had you invited him in to talk. It felt strange and made you anxious but you wanted to know about his head wound and if he’d caught Renji.

Grimmjow gives a small whistle, “Wow, I’ve never been invited into a princesses private room before. I must be real special huh, princess?” He said with a side eye’d look towards you as he strode through to the center of the room.

You just rolled your eyes with a light huff. “Would you like to sit or are you going to make lewd comments at me all night?” You ask sarcastically.

He laughs loudly before he answers you back, “Well, I was going to, unless,” he says drawing out the word, his head lols to the side, “You have another lewd idea in mind. You’d have to keep real quiet though, I don’t really feel like getting my head cut off by your husband y'know?” He raises just one eyebrow suggestively at you. You fluster completely, your whole face turns red and you ball your hands. You don’t know what to say and stutter a few times before he interrupts you, “Calm down princess, I’m just messing around. I wouldn’t do that to you. Well, I would but not under these circumstances.” He says with a light roll of his eyes as he plopped down on one of the plush chairs. “Now come sit with me before I get bored and leave.” He tells you.

You move to sit next to him, still out of your element and nervous. You look over at him, he’s still smirking at you but you can’t help but look at the cut along his head. You can’t see too many other injuries on him, a small cut or two on each hand and a few small scrapes mark his arms. “What happened?” You ask, still staring at the wound.

“Worried about me princess?” He asks all smug, you roll your eyes and huff in annoyance. You open your mouth to say something back about either telling you what you want to know or leaving but before you can get the words out he says, “Your little knight was a lot more capable than I gave him credit for.” He said with a shrug.

You paled and your eyes widened. He’d found Renji, Aizen’s threats held meaning again and his life hung on your shoulders. You felt like the air was sucked from the room and you had to ask to be sure, “You caught them?” You asked quietly.

Grimmjow huffed and flopped back lazily, “Some of them, yeah.” He answered, “But not your little knight.” You breathed a small breath of relief and he narrowed his eyes at you making you feel a bit awkward, why you couldn’t say. “Him and a few of the others managed to ambush us during our chase. I don’t know if it was a fluke the first night in the woods but he fought completely differently.” He sighed and looked up to the ceiling. “He asked about what we’d done with you. I didn’t tell him but he asked, very touching.” Grimmjow growled sarcastically.

“Oh,” You mumbled nervously. He’d come to you with the intent of telling what had happened but seemed like he was getting aggravated. He looked back at you for a long moment before continuing.

“I’m surprised he left you behind,” he started. “Once he saw me he was a man possessed, all he did was swing at me and scream about what we’d done with you, were you hurt, where they were keeping you, why. Blah blah blah.” You looked down at your hands in your lap. You didn’t know what to say and didn’t want to overstep. “You two together or sleeping together or something?” He asks bluntly and out of nowhere.

Your head shot up to look at him, “N-no!” You stuttered out truthfully. Aizen had made the same assumption and Grimmjow’s eyes narrowed further at your response, clearly not believing you. “My father personally trained him, that's why he became a knight.” You elaborated. “Nothing like what you're implying I assure you. He doesn’t want something like that from me.”

He barks a laugh, “Oh he wants something like that princess.” He says, still chuckling at you. “You’re a pretty little delicate thing, I don’t know a man alive that wouldn’t fuck you if you offered.” You feel your face start to heat up again and he gives you a smirk. “You spread those pretty little legs of yours and ask real nicely and you’d have kings on their knees for you. They’d do whatever you asked princess.” He finishes.

You laugh at the idea. It was untrue, if it was true you wouldn’t have to put up with what you do with Aizen. “Yeah,” You say with a roll of your eyes. “If that were true I wouldn’t be trapped here under lock and key.” You sass to him.

He shrugs and stands, “Ya ever asked him real nice? Not fought back with him? He’d fold if you did. I bet he’d treat you real nice and everything, do whatever you wanted if you batted those lashes and told him you wanted him.” You scoffed at him a bit embarrassed but still not believing him. “I’m serious, princess.” He said as he made his way to the door. “You could have him wrapped around your finger if you’d just play your cards right.” He said before leaving.

You thought about what he said for a long while, even after Aizen came back and pulled you to bed with him. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything, not that you wanted too. You couldn’t even stomach the idea. You hated the night he forced you to beg for him, it made you cringe every time you thought about it. You couldn’t do it again, you wouldn’t do it again. Your mind wanders for a bit as you lay there and you wonder if Grimmjow counts himself among the men he claims would be on their knees for you, he certainly flirted and teased you like he would sleep with you. Today he’d even said he would under different circumstances but you’re not unconvinced he doesn’t just say stuff like that to get under your skin.

Grimmjow didn’t seem the type to be on his knees for anyone though, much less for you. You think about all he’d said when he got to your room and how he’d looked at you in your towel, you wondered how he’d look at you if he’d seen more, what he would say. You realize what you’re thinking and you can’t help but flush. Even though he’s not here and you’re pretty sure Aizen had already fallen asleep beside you, you couldn’t help but be embarrassed at your own thoughts. It had been over a week since you had that strange dream and you thought you’d be done thinking thoughts like that by now.

When sleep eventually comes you dream of Grimmjow again. In your dream he’s got you pushed against the wall again, the two of you are already well into the act and you're begging for him like how Aizen had wanted you to. Except its unprompted and every time you ask him to fuck you he does so quicker and deeper until your screaming for him. You’re a mess for him, more so than you’ve ever been, he holds you up and fucks you while his bright blue eyes watch you. Grimmjow’s smirking and saying all kinds of dirty things in your ear that you can’t remember when you wake up and just when you feel like that knot is about to snap you wake up. You can’t help the feeling of disappointment that rises in you but you don’t have long to think about it.

You feel the bed shift beside your head and your eyes snap open. Light had just begun to show on the horizon but the sun had not risen yet, the room was still dark and the only light came from a candle somewhere on Aizen’s nightstand. Aizen himself is leaning above you, staring down at you in clear interest. “Having an interesting dream my dear?” He asks you with a smirk as the hand not holding himself up strokes down your face and neck. Your whole body flushes beneath him and you're hoping that he can’t tell in the low light. His chuckle lets you know that he had in fact seen you though. His hand rises back up so his thumb swipes over your bottom lip before he leans in to kiss you.

It’s not the rough and demanding kind that you're used to, instead he’s gentle, moving slowly and lazily as he slots himself over you. Aizen hadn’t touched you like this in a week and while you knew it wouldn’t last forever you can’t help the gasp that escapes you as his hand trails down your body to your leg. His hand moves slowly and he uses his thumb to flick your nipple though your nightgown once before continuing its descent. He pulls away from your lips slowly, he chuckles at you lightly as he buries his head in your neck. He starts peppering your neck in light kisses and nips that make you gasp lightly as his hand reaches the hem of your nightgown.

He rubs the fabric between his fingers for a second before his hand slips underneath. You fist your hands in the sheets beneath you, you don’t want this and you wish he’d stop. His hand runs up your leg to your thigh where he rubs up and down for a second, “If you’ll tell me what you were dreaming about, I’ll make it a reality for you my love.” He rasps in your ear before giving it a light nip. It makes you shutter and you shake your head in denial, you can’t tell him what you’d dreamed, there’s no way he wouldn’t take offense to you dreaming of another man, even if it meant nothing. You also didn’t want to tell him what you’d dreamed of, it was a private matter and he had no right to it. He tsk’s his tongue in disappointment, “No?” He asks and when you don’t respond he continues, “A shame, I’d love to know what pulled such lovely sounds from you, sweet girl.” You flush deeper, not realizing that you’d made some kind of noise in your sleep.

He gives your thigh a light squeeze before continuing his movements. You squeeze your eyes shut, between your dream and his attention you know you’re wet and you’d rather him not know about it. Of course though, he figures it out. His hand grazes over your underwear and he groans deeply into your ear as you shutter, “You’re absolutely soaking wet love,” he informs you appreciatively. “What kind of man would I be if I left my lovely wife alone with such an issue.” He said with a smirk as he pulled himself up to his knees.

He watched you intently as he began teasing you over your underwear. You whined as his fingers glazed over your clit, not enough to do anything but enough to frustrate you. He chuckles lightly and does it again, watching your brows knit together as you gasp for him. Aizen alternates between to light touches on your clit and pressing just enough against your covered hole to make you clench on nothing. You’re moaning and whining beneath him uncontrollably, you wonder in the back of your head if he’ll make you beg again, you hope not. You're already embarrassed and you’d like to not make it worse if you don’t have to.

His hand moves back to your clit and teases with a bit more force, you whine and arch your back as your eyes shut. He keeps his hand there, moving swiftly and increases the pressure just enough to start building that knot up inside you. You’re close and he knows it, he keeps his pace steady and just as the knots about to snap he stops, you can’t think fast enough to stop the disappointed whine or the buck of your hips trying to get the feeling back. You slump back into the bed and shutter, “Aizen,” you breathe his name out pathetically before you can stop yourself. His eyes snap to your own and you wish you hadn’t said anything.

He inhales sharply as his hands retreat back to your thighs, “Sorry my love,” he says voice low as he pushes the nightgown up to your hips and exposes everything to him. Aizen's eyes drift over every part of you, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, “Let's get these out of the way hmm?” He asks, he doesn’t wait for a response and slowly pulls them down your legs. They’re discarded somewhere behind the two of you, Aizen’s hand falls back to your core and you arch as his finger enters you. He sets a slow and steady pace as he searches for that spot inside you that drives you mad. Once he finds it he makes sure to hit it every time, making you into a moaning mess.

You try to stifle your noises but he leans back down to capture your lips, he keeps your mouth occupied while he adds a second finger. You gasped, mouth still pressed to his and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. His pace steadily increases and he moves his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You pull your mouth away from him and he lets you as you gasp loudly. He rises back up and slips the hand not at your core into your dress, he quickly begins toying with your breasts as he continues his assault on you. Even though your eyes are closed you know he’s watching your face, you can feel it as your brows knit together and all you can do is moan and whine. You absolutely hate how your body betrays you in moments like this and he knows it.

His pace quickens and the knot inside you builds back up after being denied the first time. Your walls clench around his fingers, making him chuckle deeply, “I’ve been thinking about this all week sweet girl,” he tells you, voice heavy with arousal. “I adore how you look when you come for me, how much you fight it, how badly you don’t want to. And yet…” he rasps as he leans back over you and bites at your neck lightly. “You can’t stop yourself from coming undone for me. Your body is so much more honest than you’ll ever be.” He tells you before sucking a mark into your neck and making you cry out. You’re so close that your legs are shaking, you wish he’d stop talking, he's right and you know it but you don’t want to hear him say it.

He breathes out your name and you shake your head, you know what he wants before he says it and you don’t want to give him that level of intimacy, “Look at me or I’ll stop,” he threatens and your eyes snap open, his smirk grows as you look at him with hooded eyes, “Good girl,” he breathes out, every breath that leaves you is accompanied by a moan or a whine. You feel pathetic but you don’t have long to think about it before that knot snaps. Your back arches, your final moan comes out broken and weak. You watch him drink in the sight of you, his eyes all but sparkle as he slows his movements and eases you back into the mattress. Aizen pulls his fingers from you slowly, in almost a teasing manner that has you whining pitifully. You watch him bring his fingers to his mouth to clean them and look away embarrassed.

You lay there, trying to guess his next move based on what he’d previously done. More than likely he’d make you come one more time than he’d take you roughly before finishing inside you. You hated how he could make you feel pleasure like he did, you knew when he took you he’d be rough and more than likely make you cry but you still found what he did pleasant enough to come. You were disgusted by yourself and couldn’t look at him. He chuckles and shifts off the bed, you're surprised but you try not to let it show, fearing that he’d do something worse if he saw.

“While I’d love nothing more than to lay here with you and continue what we’ve started,” He said as he dressed himself. “I have matters to attend to that I’m already late for.” Aizen watches you finally move and cover yourself with your nightgown before sitting up. “Though I’m sure they’d understand if they knew why exactly I was late.” He said smugly with a shrug causing you to blush in embarrassment. He finished dressing and made his way to you, he placed his hands on either side of your head and pulled you gently until your lips met softly, “We’ll finish what you’ve started later my love.” He promises so close that you can feel his lips move against your own as he speaks. You want to argue back that you didn’t start anything, that he’d been the one that started everything between the two of you every time he saw you. But you held your tongue, thinking better than to provoke him.

He left and you got up to bathe, you couldn’t stop thinking about the last few hours. While Aizen had gone back to touching you and that was distressing in its own right that’s not what you were focused on. You were focused on why you’d dreamed of Grimmjow again. You thought about how relieved you were for him to be back and tried to figure out why. Maybe it was because he hadn’t caught Renji, or because it meant that you didn’t have to deal with Loly anymore. You knew reasonably that it wasn’t either of those but didn’t have the words or knowledge to say what it was for sure, nor did you want to.

Then the dreams were another problem. While you couldn’t deny that he was handsome you didn’t understand why your subconscious was so intent to view him that way it had. If anything you should be dreaming about your husband right? He was the one showing you the acts that happened in your dreams. Except for the one the previous night. That was all your own creation which made you feel strange. You didn’t think you wanted Grimmjow like that. Did you?

No, you decided, you didn’t. And the more you thought about it the worse it would be so you forcibly stopped thinking about it. You finished your bath and got out and dressed. You would focus on your escape plan and try to find a way to slip your guards, you knew it wouldn’t be possible with Grimmjow, he was too interested in tormenting you and bothering you. If he left again soon you might be able to slip away from Loly, though you had no idea how far you could make it before Aizen or someone else realized you were gone. Your first task would be to find out if Grimmjow was leaving again and if so when. You brushed out your hair and slipped your shoes on before going to your door to find out if Grimmjow was even the one guarding you.

You pulled your door open quickly. Grimmjow was propped on the wall beside the door lazily like always. He startled as you left the door, and you stared at him wide eyed, “You scared the shit outta me!” He half yelled at you, you raised a questionable brow at him. You’d never scared him before he was always on his toes and ready.

“How?” You question in genuine confusion. Usually he could hear you coming from inside your room and it made you question if he was okay. Maybe he’d been hurt worse than you’d thought?

He looked down at you for a second and knit his brows. “I didn’t know you were awake, you’re usually not this early.” He answered with a shrug. “Why are you up so early princess? Got a busy day ahead.” He mocks towards you. You flush a bit, not wanting to tell him the actual reason. That you’d had a lewd dream about him and that Aizen had touched you before he left.

So you gave a small lie, “I couldn’t sleep,” his eyes narrow at you in question but you ignore him. “Besides, I need new books anyways.” Grimmjow rolls his eyes but he takes you there with less taunting than usual.

You sit down with some books and start reading one about the climate and landscape of the mountains that you’ll eventually be headed towards. Grimmjow is behind you somewhere piddling through books that he couldn’t read. You felt a bit bad about making him come here each day, it couldn’t be pleasant for him, but you needed to know where you were going. Every so often you can hear him scoff or shove something back into place roughly.

An hour passes and a servant comes with your tea and food. You drink the tea but only lightly pick at the food, too engrossed in your book to pay it much mind. “What are you reading?” Grimmjow asks from right behind you. You nearly jumped out of your skin, you hadn’t heard him come up behind you. You turn quickly to look up at him and he’s leaning against your chair. “Well?” He asks with a raised brow.

You sigh and put your back to him, “It’s a book about the northernmost mountain range.” You tell him in an annoyed voice. You didn’t like him sneaking up on you like that, and it made you feel strange being this close to him after the dream you’d had just a few hours ago.

He laughed, “Why? You’ve never been there before, what's the point of reading about it?” Grimmjow said in a mocking tone while still snickering at you.

He was right that you’d never been there but he had no proof of this and it irritated you that he assumed it. Why you couldn’t say but it did nonetheless. “And how exactly do you know that I’ve never been there?” You ask back. You knew you were being argumentative just for the sake of doing it and you were unsure of why.

Grimmjow just shrugs and you roll your eyes, “Because I have been there.” He tells you and your eyes widen a bit. You hadn’t known that, “And it’s not a place for you princess, your lord father would never even dream of taking you there. In fact I doubt your husband would even take you there, the villages nearby are filled with thieves and the like and the border is surrounded by enemies.” He informs you.

Grimmjow’s words are actually helpful, despite how much you don’t want to hear them. “Why were you there?” You ask him out of curiosity and the need to know, especially if you’d be trying to get there.

“We came from the other side,” he tells you “I had to come from somewhere, I didn’t just pop into existence to hang around with you princess.” Grimmjow rolls his eyes. You knew that he didn’t exist to guard you. You didn’t know much about the land on the other side, none of the books you’d read had told anything of it and you can’t recall anyone talking about it with you. You can’t help but wonder what his homeland is like.

“Do you think you’ll ever go back?” You can’t help but ask, you’d never done a whole lot of traveling and never outside your own kingdom so you were interested. You’d known he was foreign but he never seemed to want to talk about it until now.

Grimmjow scratched the back of his neck, ruffling his electric blue hair near the nape. He almost looked nervous and hesitant to answer you, “Probably not,” your eyebrows knit together as you listen. You doubt you could ever leave and be okay with the thought of never coming back. “It’s not like how it is here princess, there’s nothing there for me. For anyone.” He says which confuses you more.

You look into his eyes for a second, “There has to be something out there,” you start to argue back. He has to have a family, or maybe some friends or something back at his home.

“There’s not, just traveling warlords and death.” He says cutting you off. “There’s nothing there for anyone besides killing and more killing. Why do you think we took over so fast? That's all we know how to do.” He says looking down at you with an unreadable expression. “We’re your biggest enemy and your people had no plan for what to do when we came for you.”

You shake your head at his words, your people had few enemies, and certainly not one like he was talking about, “We don’t have an enemy like that, the previous high lord wanted peace between our peoples and the surrounding lands.” You try to tell him. The only real problem your land had ever faced was a long time ago your people fought with a race of demons, it hadn’t ended well for either side and no one had heard from them since. Your grandfather had thought that they’d all died off in the affair, calming that they would have killed each other off anyways, and your father wasn’t all that convinced that they’d even existed in the first place.

“Yes you do princess, you just haven’t put together who we are.” Grimmjow said leaning in closer, “You don’t see it because you're too sweet, you don’t want to see it. You’re too scared of your husband to be afraid of the monsters that surround you.” Your eyes widened at his words, at what he was implying.

You turn around to stare up at him and he looks back at you with yet another lazy smirk. “You don’t mean that?” You say it in more of a question than a statement. He moves around your chair to sit across from you. You can’t help but look from his bone mask to his eyes then back again. You’d always thought the mask was strange but you’d never thought much more about it.

Grimmjow leans toward, resting his elbows on his knees, “I ever lie to you?” He asks casually, without care. Like he wasn’t implying something dark and twisted.

You swallow a lump that had formed in your throat, mouth going dry. “No but you can’t be…” You let yourself taper off before continuing, “You can’t be a-”

“Demon?” Grimmjow cuts you off with amusement. You nod to him slowly, meeting his eyes again. You stare at him for a long moment before he starts talking again. “Well not fully, we’re all half breeds now, some more than others but, ya never questioned these?” He asks tapping on his bone mask with his pointer finger.

“I just thought they were some weird fashion trend or something of importance.” You answer honestly, you're nervous but not nearly as much as you should be, you realize and can’t really explain why you’re not more afraid of him.

Grimmjow gives another barking laugh and looks at you with a smile, “Nah, it doesn’t come off princess,” he says, pulling at the mask a bit. True to his word it doesn’t move at all. You want to reach out and touch it but you stop yourself before you even begin to move. Your head floods with all kinds of questions but you know if you ask them all he won’t answer any of them.

“So if you are a,” you pause for a second, “Demon. What makes you different from us? Besides the mask.” You ask, trying not to sound judgmental or rude. You remembered how he’d reacted when you’d found out he couldn’t read and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings like that again.

He chuckles, “Well we’re a lot faster than you,” he started, which made sense, he’d caught you quickly in the forest that first night, you’d chalked it up to your exhaustion but if he was quicker than you it made sense. “And we each have different,” he stumbles for the right word for a moment before he says, “abilities.” He says and you cock your head in confusion. You didn’t know what kind of abilities he was talking about. “I can show you,” he offers, icy blue eyes locked with yours, your hesitant, not knowing fully what it all entails. “I won’t do anything too serious if that’s what you're worried about.” He clarifies. You think for a moment but your curiosity gets the better of you and you nod your head in agreement before he even finishes the sentence.

Grimmjow smirks at you widely and holds up a single hand. In almost a flash his hand turns black along with his wrist, it's the darkest black you’ve ever seen and cracked, looking like its bleeding down his wrist. The tips of his fingers become long sharp claws that look capable of slicing through you in one quick movement. Each claw looked sharper than any blade you’d ever seen and the black was deeper than night itself. It was captivating, you couldn’t take your eyes off his hand. His veins were more visible on the surface just beneath the skin as the black inched further and further up his arm, engulfing the skin in its path. It was beautiful in an animalistic way, in a brutal and violent way.

He sets his arm back down and you look into his eyes for just a second before looking back to his arm, it’s completely back to normal by the time you look down at it. Your eyes widen at how fast he’d managed to get it back to normal. Your eyes meet his again and you want to say something but nothing you can think of feels adequate.

His eyes darted around your face, looking to see what you were feeling perhaps, but you couldn’t tell fully. “Scared princess?” He asks with a grin.

You think about your answer for a long minute. You should be scared. He was some kind of demon and he’d just shown you that he could cut through you like butter. You don’t think you were though, you thought back to every interaction you’d had, even when he’d manhandled you and tried to intimidate you he’d never hurt you, he was clearly capable of hurting you if he wanted to. But instead he’d been nice to you. He’d try to help you on your wedding night, he’d gotten you the tea to keep you from getting pregnant, he’d come to see you when he got back and he told you about what had happened while he was away. He might have gone about it in a bastardized manner but they were all examples of kindness hidden beneath the crude words. Even though the claws and darkened skin should have been scary, they weren’t, you thought they were beautiful, not that you’d ever tell him that, he wouldn’t take kindly to it and you were sure he’d get angry about it. “I don’t think so.” You tell him honestly.

Grimmjow chuckles, “Oh really?” He asks in amusement, “You’re afraid of your husband but not the actual monster that sits in front of you?” He asks, eyes narrowing a bit, “You don’t have to lie I wouldn’t be upset or whatever.” Grimmjow leans back in the chair lazily, waiting for your reply.

You simply shake your head, “It’s different.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders. You couldn’t fully explain it beyond what you’d said, you just felt like it was true. You weren’t scared of him, at least not fully or how you should be.

“It’s different?” He asks with a raised brow, not understanding. “I chased you down and kidnapped you but it’s different?” He almost sounds like he’s mocking you but you ignore it.

“It just is,” you try to reason and he rolls his eyes with a huff, “I don’t know! Are you going to hurt me?” You ask with a dramatic sigh. You didn’t think he would but who knows, maybe you're wrong and he’s wanted to the whole time. He’d asked you a question and you’d answered, what more does he want? You couldn’t explain it, you just weren’t scared of him, not fully, not enough.

Grimmjow stares at you. It feels like forever, he doesn’t say anything, just stares and you stare back. You start to worry that you’d said something wrong and open your mouth to apologize for snapping at him or clarify or something but he stops you. “No princess…” He takes a long pause and his face seems to relax more than you think you’ve ever seen, “I won’t hurt you.” You offer him a small smile but he doesn’t return it and after a minute you go back to your book.

Not that you can focus, you're too busy thinking about the man that sits across from you. How he came to work under Aizen, why they’d followed to take your home, what else he could do, your mind was reeling with it all. You wanted to ask but he seemed done answering your questions or just talking to you in general. You’d read three pages of the book in your hands and retained none of it. Every once in a while you’d glance at Grimmjow, he was staring out the window with his chin resting on his balled fist. You wish he’d say something but you don’t know what you wanted him to say at the same time. You’re frustrating yourself with all of it but you can’t stop yourself.

The sun had begun to set before the two of you were interrupted. The library door slammed shut behind someone and you shot up, scared by the sudden noise. Grimmjow was on his feet in front of you when Ulquiorra rounded the corner. His eyes seemed just as dead and expressionless as every other time you’d seen him. He comes to a stop a few feet ahead of the two of you, he doesn’t bother to look at you as he addresses Grimmjow, “Aizen has called for his wife to be brought to him in his study immediately.” He informs Grimmjow.

Your brows knit together in confusion. He hadn’t called for you to be anywhere since your first few days here when he wanted you to dine with him, and never to his study. Have you done something wrong? Had he figured out what you had been planning? Had he recaptured Renji? Did he somehow know about the tea? Your mind is filled with a thousand negative things that could cause him to want to see you right away and they all made you sick. Clearly Grimmjow was thinking similarly to you as he narrowed his gaze and he stood up straighter. “Why?” Grimmjow asked, still planted between Ulquiorra and yourself.

Ulquiorra simply turned on his heel, “It is not your place to question him, just deliver the girl to him and wait, don’t make things difficult Grimmjow.” He said in his monotone voice before leaving.

Grimmjow growls and rubs his hand over his face before turning to you, “Come on, best not to keep him waiting.” He spits like he's angry. You just nod and follow him through the halls. To say you were nervous was an understatement, your mind was still spinning with a thousand possibilities as you reached the door to his study.

Grimmjow knocked on the heavy wooden door, “Send her in.” You hear Aizen command from the other side of the door. You take a shaky deep breath and Grimmjow waits for you to look at him and nod before he pushes the door open for you to enter. You look at him one last time through the corner of your eyes and he looks absolutely pissed off, his eyes meet yours and he nods once to you as you walk through the door and into Aizen's office.

#bleach fic #bleach x reader #cross posted on ao3 #grimmjow x reader #multi chap fic #aizen x reader #aizen x y/n

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I love how creative you get with the interactions between the MC and Aizen!

Aaah thank you!! I struggle a bit with dialogue so this means a lot to me thank you!! 🩵

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fhhjhhdbsoxboehjsbghs YOUR FIC GOT ME KEYBOARD SLAMMING

AAAAH!! Thank you!! 🩵🩵🩵

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Of Knights and Demons

Chapter 4

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.

You are the sole daughter of Byakuya Kuchiki, the sole heir to a noble family. Your father has broken from tradition with his refusal to marry you off against your wishes, instead wishing for you to find a husband of your own choosing. After years of arguing with not only your own family, but the other lords of your court all seems well. That is until a once thought dead knight returns with an army to take your home.

Souske Aizen, a man you once found kindness in has demanded that the two of you are to be wed, with your father still missing along with most of the guards you’re left with few options but to comply and hope that aid comes before anything can be set. How will you stop a man like Aizen from destroying your home and the people you care about? And who are these strange people with bone masks on their face?

Previous chapter

Sleep finds you much easier than you expected and you sleep soundly through the remainder of the night. You wake in the early morning and find that you're alone. Good, you prefer it that way, you don’t think that you could bear to see Aizen right now. You feel disgusting. Your skin is covered in dry sweat, your thighs and core are sticky with the evidence of your consummation, and your eyes are puffy from crying. Your whole body is sore and in pain you realize as you make your way to the bathroom to bathe.

You take note of a beautiful red dress placed carefully over the dresser, but the dress itself is not what catches your eye. No, what catches your eyes is the finely crafted crown that sits atop it. It’s made from beautiful thin crafted metal, adored with vines and flowers just as your wedding dress had been. It looked light and elegant. You walked past it, refusing to even touch it, you refused to wear it today, maybe ever. Definitely never you decide. You would do everything you could to let it be known that you didn’t want any of this. You would not play his happy wife, you’d do what he’d make you to keep the people you cared for safe but you would make sure he knew the depth of your hatred.

Once you entered the bathroom you looked at your reflection, which was a mistake. Your hair was a mess and your eyes were red and swollen. But that’s not what upset you. You choked on a cry as you looked over your body. Your neck was covered in brown and purple bruises, where you neck and shoulder meet there was a large mark from where he’d bitten you and drawn blood. Your hips held more bruises that were clearly from his fingers. It’d take days for all the bruising to subside and you couldn’t stop fresh tears from falling down your face. You turned away from the mirror, unable to look at yourself any longer. You began filling the tub with hot water.

Once the tub was filled you got in immediately even as the hot water burned your skin. You spent at least an hour scrubbing every part of your body raw. When the water went cold you drained it and replaced it with more scalding water and continued. No matter how much soap you used or how much you scrubbed your skin you simply didn’t feel clean enough. After giving up on your skin you began washing your hair and brushing out the knots. You didn’t want to look back in the mirror so you put it up in a sloppy braid while still in the tub. You got out of the tub and pulled on the nightgown from a few days ago, you weren’t going to leave the room but you didn’t want to sit around naked either.

You entered back into the bedroom and thought about what you’d do. You’d not been to keen on the idea of being shown around the manor before but you definitely didn’t want to now, you could already hear the lewd comments Grimmjow would make if he saw you. You thought about sitting by the widow again but you didn’t want to have to look at your reflection. Instead you just went back to bed, you pulled the blankets around yourself making a makeshift cocoon. It took you a good while to fall back asleep, mind to busy worrying about when Aizen would be back and what he’d make you do when he did show back up, but eventually sleep did find you.

You woke hours later to the sound of someone banging on your door. You shot up but didn’t move further than that. You waited quietly, after a few minutes the banging sounded again. “Hey!” You heard Grimmjow shout from the other side. He’d never knock like that unless he was telling you that Aizen wanted to see you and you had already decided hours ago that you would not be doing that. “Look, if you don’t want to come out I-'' he said clearly out of his element and struggling for what to say, “I get it…” To say you were confused would be an understantment, but he continued, “But you have to fucking eat, I’ll get someone to bring something up just tell me what you want.” You didn’t move, you didn’t want to see him or anyone for that matter. After another couple minutes of silence you heard him pound his fist into the door “Stubborn bitch.” He mumbled to himself.

Your eyes narrowed even when it seemed like he was being nice to you he had such a backwards way of doing so that you couldn’t tell what was going on. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you heard him start to pace again and mumble under his breath. You laid back down to sleep, listening to Grimmjow’s footsteps. Strangely it calmed you, lulling you back to sleep quickly and without any of the nauseating thoughts from earlier.

The next time you woke up the sun had already set. The sound of the door closing echoed through the room. You sat up only to see Aizen had returned. Instantly you felt sick as his eyes fell to you, he looked you up and down before cocking his head, “While you look lovely I much prefer how I’d left you this morning.” He tells you casually. You keep your mouth shut, staring daggers at him as he strips from his shirt. “I missed you at supper, not feeling well?” He taunts you with a smirk before stalking closer to your shared bed.

You try to crawl away from him but he catches your ankle and pulls you back, flipping you so you're facing him once again. “Please don’t,” you beg willing to try anything to keep his hands off you. “Everything still hurts from yesterday ple-” he cuts you off with a dominating kiss. Your heart sinks and you know what's coming.

He pulls away from you just enough to shush you as his hand moves to tangle in your hair, pulling harshly so that you're looking up at him. “I’ll have you every night until my heir grows inside you, even then I doubt I'll be able to stop. Not when you cry so sweetly for me.” He says, hand still gripping your hair. You feel tears start to form in your eyes again, you know there’s nothing you can say or do that would make him stop. You don’t want to have his children but how could you possibly fight him? Even if you could somehow stop him he’d just have Renji killed and you don’t think you could handle that guilt.

True to his word he’d had you again. Similarly to the previous night he took his time preparing you, forcing you to orgasam twice before he even considered putting his cock in you. You hated it, how he could turn your body against you with such ease. You also came to realize, as he slammed into you just as rough as before, that he liked when you cried. He wanted you to beg him to stop and tell him that you couldn’t take it, he reveled in it. You want to stop crying, hold out and take some of that enjoyment away from him but every time you try to he just gets rougher. He forces you to look at him with a strong grip in your hair as he slams his hips into yours and releases inside you again.

Only this time he doesn’t pull out of you, instead his hand slips between your legs to start rubbing small tight circles on your clit. Your hand shots out before you can stop it to try and grab his wrist to make it stop, you're already overstimulated and you're not fully thinking. Before you can even grab at him the hand fisted in your hair pulls so hard you're afraid he’ll pull a chunk of it out. You cry out and your hands whip to try and pry his hand out of your hair all the while keeping up with his stimulation of your body.

Heavy tears roll down your face, “Please no more.” You whimper out in a way that sounds pathetic to even you.

He doesn't stop, not that you really expected him to. “Gods you’re so pretty when you beg.” He mumbles before leaning over you and kissing you. Between the fullness in your core and his thumb stimulating your clit the knot in your abdomen was building much faster than it had previously. You can’t stop the cries and whines which Aizen seems all too happy to swallow though the rough kiss. It took a minute more before that knot had snapped your back arched as you cried out before sinking back into the bed feeling completely ruined. He pulled away with one quick peck on the cheek before pulling out of you.

He pulled you up to him and laid the two of you down the same as the previous night. One of his hands runs soothingly up and down your back. You want to move away from him or tell him to stop but you don’t have the energy nor do you want to risk upsetting him. You fall asleep quickly and when you wake he’s gone yet again.

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The days that followed happened in the same fashion, you wake up alone and spend the morning hours trying to clean away filth that you knew you’d never be able to, go back to sleep, wake up to Grimmjow trying to get you to come out or to eat something, go back to sleep followed by Aizen having you how ever he sees fit for that night. Even though you’d been sleeping all day you felt exhausted all the time and even though you know you should be eating you couldn’t.

The very thought of food made you sick, not that you would venture out to find it even if it didn’t. Somewhere in the back of your head you screamed at yourself that something was deeply wrong with you but you couldn’t make yourself care enough. Maybe you were going insane, you thought to yourself bitterly.

On the seventh day since your wedding you were making your way back to the bed after bathing when your door slammed open, hitting the wall and reverberating off the hinges. You whirl around expecting to see Aizen but instead Grimmjow stands in your doorway looking positively pissed. You gape at him for a moment not knowing what to say or do. His eyes fall to your neck and in turn his jaw clenched in anger. You quickly realize he’s looking at the marks on your neck and flush in embarrassment. “Get out.” You tell him, pointing towards the door.

His eyes flick back up to meet yours, “You look like shit.” He comments bluntly. You can feel yourself getting angry, you knew you weren’t a pretty sight at the moment but you also didn’t need him to barge in and tell you about it.

You breathe an angry huff out, “Great observation now leave.” You bite back, you don’t know what he wants and you don’t care, he has no right to barge into your room and make fun of you.

He just keeps staring at you until the rattling of metal on metal sounds from the hallway, “Hurry up!” He barks, turning his head to throw over his shoulder. You hear a woman sigh.

Your eyes widen instantly recognizing the sound before she even speaks, “Now don’t rush me boy! I’m old, this is as fast as I go!” The women grumbled back. Her name was Lista, she had been one of the servants at your home, she was a kind woman in her mid fifties with long coiled brown hair that had begun to gray around the roots. She had worked in your family’s garden and since you were a young child you’d often found yourself in her company. She would teach you how much water each plant needed, how to weed the flower beds, and she’d answer every little question your child brain could come up with. She was foreign born and sometimes would tell you about plants that grew in her native home or about how to grow different kinds of food. Sometimes she’d even bring in sketches of said plants that she’d have her husband draw up for you. Once you got older you always made sure to slip her some extra silver or bring her some of her favorite foods from the kitchen. She had a sweet tooth and as a child you loved to share your desserts with her as you sat outside in the heat.

She came into the room pushing a small metal cart with food and a few cups on it. Her hazel eyes meet yours and instantly her expression softened. “Oh baby,” she said sadly as she crossed the room to pull you into a tight hug, “He said you haven’t been eating but look at you.” Lista placed her hand on your head and held you tightly. She was right of course, you’d lost a noticeable amount of weight from not eating.

Before you could stop yourself you were crying into her shoulder, as if a damn had broken you let every one of your emotions flow. She held you for a long time, just shushing you and running her hand down your hair not unlike she used to do when you’d fall as a child and she’d carry you inside to get bandaged. You heard the door close quietly and eventually composed yourself. As you pulled away Lista gave your forehead and light and loving kiss. “I don’t understand, why are you here? What’s going on?” You asked, face still wet from crying.

“You wouldn’t let me help you so I had to track down someone who could.” Grimmjow said from behind Lista, he sounded irritated but far less so than normal. “Which was not an easy task since none of them wanted to give me any kind of information about anything.” He said leaning back against the door.

Lista rolled her eyes, she had never been one to shy away from any kind of confrontation and wasn’t about to start now. “Now listen here boy,” She said to Grimmjow earning her a growl from him, “You have to think about it from our point. Y'all barge in here, kill a whole lot of us, take our lady as a war bride then have the gall to demand to know who she’s close with,” She said pointing her finger at him. “Doesn’t really scream that your tryin’ to help the poor girl.” She finished.

Grimmjow's nose crinkled and his eyebrows furrowed but he didn’t say anything, which was unusual. Lista gently pulled you towards the small cart of food, “Listen to me little lady,” she said, voice much softer than when she’d talked to Grimmjow, “Ya gotta eat, I can’t imagine how awful it is for you here but you have to. People are gonna start to notice that you're not.”

Grimmjow scoffed from behind the two of you and you turned slightly to look at him, “Yeah they are, if I noticed your husband will too, and I can garentee that he’ll force you to eat about as kindly as he fucks you.” Your face twisted in disgust as did Listas.

“The boys right but ignore him.” Lista began as she reached for a small mug on the tray drawing your attention from Grimmjow.

“Can you stop calling me that?” He interrupted angrily. Neither one of you turned around to face him.

“No,” She answered, “Now hush.” You heard him growl again but it was much more half hearted than the previous one. “I had the magisters make this for you, you need to drink it daily but it will keep him from putting a child in you.” Your eyes widen at the realization. Lista gently places the mug in your hands, it's warm and it doesn’t smell at all pleasant but you’re so happy to have it. “The boy has promised to get it to you each day and I’ll make sure that the kitchen staff have it made for you, do you understand?” She asks looking into your eyes.

You nod your head quickly, “Lista, I’ll never be able to repay you for this.” You tell her genuinely. She reaches forward and gives your forehead another light kiss.

“Just eat my dear, don’t let that man kill you.” You nod again and promise her that you will, “I have to go before someone sees I’m gone, but I’ll come back when I can.” Lista says before giving your hand a squeeze. You exchange goodbyes and another hug before Grimmjow opens the door for her, letting her out before closing it behind her.

Grimmjow stares at you for a while before it ticks in your brain that he’s put in a lot of work to make this happen for you. You don’t understand why he’d bother or what he’s seeking by doing so but you’re grateful regardless. “Thank you, again.” You say to him before downing the tea quickly.

He continues to stare at you while you place the mug down, “I already told you not to thank me princess.” He says with no real bite, you think it might be the first time you’d heard him talk without anger or irritation, besides of course when he’d make lewd comments at you but still.

You can’t help but wonder why he’d done it, “Can I-“ you started not really knowing how to say what you wanted, “Can I ask why you went through all the trouble?” You asked quietly. He might not want your thanks but you did want some answers, and maybe if he’d been in a good enough mood to help you he might give you some answers.

“Eat.” He commanded crushing your hope for answers. You roll your eyes at him but pick up your fork and knife and do as he says. It’s been a long time since you’ve eaten anything so you don’t quite eat what you normally would, stomach no doubtably having shrunken a bit. Grimmjow doesn’t leave, there’s an awkward air in the room as you can all but feel his eyes looking at every bruise and mark that Aizen had left on you. “You want him dead don’t you?” He asks out of nowhere.

You stop all movement and look up at him through your lashes. He’s not angry, he’d gone back to lounging against the door and was picking at his nails with his thumb seemingly uninterestedly. When you don’t answer his gaze flicks up to you, “I- uh, well,” you stutter, placing your utensils back down. You have no idea what to answer with. He’s been nicer to you as of late but you still don’t think that you can tell him that you want his leader dead.

He gets tired of your stuttering and spits out, “Well, if you do want him dead you should hurry up and do it before he starts questioning why you can’t get pregnant.” He says it all with such a casual tone as if you were talking about the weather or something else equally as unimportant.

It’s your turn to scoff at him, “Yeah, that’s something I can manage.” You quip back sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. How could you possibly hope to kill a man that could cripple a kingdom?

"You could,” He says, pushing off the wall and walks towards you. He picks up the knife from the cart and reaches for you. You sure he’s about to cut you and you try to pull back but he grabs the back of your head and pulls you closer. He brings the knife close to your eye but doesn’t touch you with it, “The next time he climbs on top of you, put a knife through his eye,” he says before lowering the knife to the center of your neck, “or through his throat. Or learn to live with him.” He says looking down at you, your eyes lock with his and he keeps you firmly in place, “Either way enough of this pathetic damsel shit.” He releases his hold on your head and grabs your arm, placing the knife in your hand.

You think for a long moment and Grimmjow doesn’t move, he just watches you run problems through your head. You shake your head and look up to him, “I can’t, what if I fail?” You ask even though you already know the answer. Aizen would kill Renji, and anyone else he knew you were close to, like Momo or Lista.

Grimmjow shrugs and turns around and starts walking away, “He won’t kill you if that’s what you're asking.” He says in an annoyed tone.

“I know he won’t kill me but he will kill Renji.” You say to his back. He stops walking and is silent for a minute, clearly thinking about something.

He looks at you over his shoulder and his eyes narrow. “Your little knight’s not here anymore.” He informs you. Your breath catches and your heart sinks.

You’d let Aizen do whatever he’d wanted with you and he’d still killed him? Your eyes glazed, “But I- I did what he wanted, I married him. He’s dead?” You say rapidly, tripping over your words the whole time.

Grimmjow scoffs and you think he’s going to insult you again but he doesn’t, “I never said he died.” He says in a harsh tone, “Your brave and valiant knight managed to escape along with an entire holding cell the night of your wedding.” He informs you like you're stupid for not knowing.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, “So he’s not dead?” You ask just to confirm with him. If what he’s saying is true that lifts a lot of weight off your shoulder, you might still be stuck here but at least if you don’t do something perfectly for Aizen he can’t kill Renji.

“Not yet,” he says with another shrug. “Can’t say he won’t be soon though, Aizen’s pissed, sent a whole group out after them. If they’re not back in three more days, me and my group switch with them.” You don’t know why he’s telling you all this but you think this is the most helpful that he’s been. “When he catches them it won’t be pretty, he doesn’t like to be fucked around with like that.” You don’t say anything back and he leaves the room.

You set the knife back on the cart. You think over everything that Grimmjow had told you, you know you can’t kill Aizen, he’s quicker than you, stronger than you and more battle ready than you’ll ever be. But there is another option now. You decide that you’ll bid you time and when the timing is perfect you’ll escape. It might take a while but you swear to yourself that you will. You’ll find your fathers camp and get away from here, Aizen can’t use you if he doesn’t have you. You start making plans on how to do so. Firstly, you decide, you need to figure out where you're going.

That means tomorrow you’ll have Grimmjow take you to the library so you can look over the books and records of where your border camps are. You’ll figure out how to get rid of your guards another day, but for now your feeling much more hopeful.

~~~

Grimmjow brings you supper a few hours later and you eat as much of it as you can manage. Aizen returns a few hours later and the rest of the night follows the same path as all the previous. Only this time you’re not scared to get pregnant. You are still scared of him and what he could do to you but you no longer have the threat of hypothetical children hanging over you. When he finishes with you he doesn’t immediately pull you to sleep like normal, instead his eyes rack down your body causing you to shiver under his gaze as you catch your breath. “You should let yourself enjoy this more.” He says to you.

You look at him before huffing a depressed sounding laugh and looking away. You don’t want to enjoy this with him. You already hate how your body responds to him; you don’t want to give your mind up to him as well. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying love making with your husband.” He states as if it's a matter of fact.

Slowly your eyes look back to him and you give a small chuckle. “This isn’t love making and it’s certainly not love.” You tell him back firmly.

Aizen’s quiet for a moment, considering your words, “It will be,” He tells you, your eyebrows knit together, “Not today, not tomorrow, not for a long time but you will enjoy what I do to you. What we are.” He says and you shake your head lightly, you will not, you’d sooner throw yourself from the roof. “You will, this is your life now, you can fight it all you want but you will.” He tells you as his hand runs up your leg. You try to pull back but he doesn’t let you. He pulls you down the bed to him before snaking his hand under your back and pulling you so that you're kneeling over his lap.

Your eyes widen and he smirks at you. His hands fall to your hips and give them a light squeeze before he flips you around so that you're sitting in his lap with your back pressed to his chest. You try to move from his hold but he forces you back with a strong hand atop your thigh. You feel his cock twitch underneath you making panic rise in you. His free hand trails from up your stomach to your breast. You shake your head and he chuckles as he begins to flick your nipple. You can’t help but whine in his hold, you’re already so sensitive from everything he’d done to you before this that all your nerves are heightened.

The hand on your thigh slides downwards, between your legs you choke on a gasp as he runs his knuckles along the length of your folds, lightly grazing your clit with every pass. “Please,” you whine, he just hums to you as he continues. “Please stop.” You plead, voice barely above a whisper.

He brings his mouth to your ear, “Beg me to fuck you.” He demands warm breath fanning your ear before he nips at it. You shake your head in denial, you won’t do that, you can’t do that. “Beg me to fuck you,” he repeats, “Or we’ll stay like this all night.” His fingers begin circling your clit in earnest. “I’ll have you coming on my fingers until you pass out and even then, I’ll keep going until you wake back up.” You're crying again, your hands are on each of his wrists trying to stop him but you're not strong enough to pull him away and he just ignores you, “I can keep you here as long as I like.” He tells you.

He doesn’t stop and you try your best to hold out. By the time he pulls a second orgasm from your body you’re crying hard and you throw your head back on his shoulder, arching to try to get away, his hand at your sex doesn’t stop, it doesn’t even slow. You're so overwhelmed and his attention is starting to hurt, you’ve come twice this round and twice the previous and its all just too much for you. He kisses the side of your head gently compared to how he moves his hands. You’re so desperate to get him to stop that you give in, “Please.” You say words leaving you breathlessly and barely audible.

Even though you’re not looking at his face you know he’s smiling as he hums to you, “What was that love? Did you say something?” He asks even though you both know he’s heard you and is just toying with you. You whine pathetically, of course he’s toying with you, it's what he adores most.

You swallow thickly and shutter, his hands are still moving against you making it all the more difficult to focus on the words coming out of your mouth. “Please!” You all but shout.

He gives a small chuckle against your head, “Please what, my love?” He asks and you grit your teeth so hard it feels like they might break. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.” His cock twitches again beneath you showing just how much he’s enjoying breaking you down like this, how much he enjoys humiliating you.

Your jaw tightens as more tears of frustration fall down your face. You’re sure you look like a mess but you take a deep breath and say, “Please, Aizen...” He takes a deep breath in as you continue, “Please fuck me.” You beg him in a whisper, you're flushed and humiliated. You don’t think you’ve ever hated anyone the way you do him at this moment.

His hands are on your face, pulling you to meet his lips, back arched against his chest, with bruising force. He moves your head how he sees fit as you try desperately to catch your breath, feeling almost relieved that his hand is off your core. You can’t help but twitch in overstimulation. One of his hands leaves your face and trails down your body, for a moment you're afraid that he’s going to start teasing you again but he moves past your folds. He’s lining his cock up to you again and you pull away for his lips ready to beg yet again for him to please just give you a moment of rest, you know that he won’t stop but you can at least try to take a breather.

But he doesn’t give you the chance to get the words out. Aizen thrusts up into you and from this angle he hits so much deeper. You cry out as he bottoms out, it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as it had the first time of the night but it still wasn’t exactly pleasant. He breathes your name out and stills, you take the opportunity to take a deep breath. “See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” He asks in a low tone. You squeeze your eyes shut as both his hands rise to your breasts, he teases your nipples making you whine as he stays still inside you. “You will learn to enjoy this sweet girl, I swear it to you.” He tells you before he starts moving inside you, it's not nearly as rough as he had been, not to say that it was gentle by any means but it didn’t hurt like it had previously.

It takes a while for him to find it but after a few minutes he finds that spot inside you that makes you see stars and you can’t stop the lewd sounding moan that it rips from you and your hips involuntary buck with his own. You hand shoots to cover your mouth in shock and you still your movements. Aizen doesn’t let you keep your hand there for long though, he pulls your hand away, bringing it up and giving it a small peck, his other hand falls to your waist to keep you moving in time with him. “I want to hear you my love, I want to know how much you like having me inside you.” He says still trusting inside you, taking special care to thrust just right to keep that spot stimulated. You couldn’t form words and you shake your head in denial as the pain starts ebbing away much to your hatred. You don’t want to enjoy this, you want to scream and you think you’d rather have him fuck you rough than take you in a way that forces you to betray yourself.

He chuckles warmly into your ear and after a while gets you to keep moving in time with him. Then his hand moves from your waist to your core and begins to rub your clit in time with his thrust. You gasp loudly and try to pull away from him, he won't let you though and you know it’s futile. You don’t know why he wants you to enjoy this but he does and he takes care to make sure that he gets what he wants. You can’t think about anything but how his cock is moving inside you as you wither and moan his name in little broken cries. Quickly that knot starts building and you're more of a moaning mess, you're still moving in time with him and can’t form enough thoughts to stop. “Feeling good?” He asks breathlessly with a smile. You hate how smug he sounds, how happy he is that your body is feeling pleasure from him. It snaps something in you and you let your movements stutter to a stop and you regain the ability to think for a moment.

You know he’s only doing all this to upset and humiliate you further. You pull yourself together just enough to tell him, “I hate you.” In a broken whisper. He laughs and picks up both the pace of his hand and his thrusts causing you to scream his name out. His other hand starts forcibly grinding your hips into his own again. His thrusts start losing rhythm and his hand spreads up further. The knot inside you snaps and your unable to stop yourself from sobbing and arching your back with your head on his shoulder as he fucks you through it, still toying with your clit the whole time. He finishes inside you for the second time a few thrusts later, hand finally coming to a rest between your legs. You fall back into him, eyelids heavy and tears still lightly falling.

He rubs your legs soothingly as he untangles himself from you and gently lays you down on the pillows. He leans down and kisses you softly before pulling away to look in your eyes. “Hate me all you want, lie to me and yourself if you must but you did enjoy that.” You avert your eyes not wanting to look at him. He kisses your forehead then laid down next to you and drapes his arm around you.

Sleep does not come as easily as it had been. Instead you laid awake upset. You know it was involuntary but he was right, you had enjoyed that. You were a mess for him, you matched his thrusts and moaned for him. You begged him to fuck you. You hated yourself for how weak you were. How weak you are. You couldn’t pull him off you, you couldn’t kill him and you couldn’t even stop him from manipulating you to do whatever he wanted.

Eventually sleep does come and surprisingly you dream, something you haven’t done in weeks, perhaps you’d been too exhausted. In your dream you are with Aizen again as you just had been, except you're not fighting him at all. You're grinding your hips in time with him and moaning obscenely, his pace picks up and you loop your arm around his head to hold onto his hair to ground yourself.

Except the hair in your hand is different from Aizen’s, it's not styled the same and seems a bit shorter. You turn to look back but a hand grabs your chin and keeps you looking straight ahead. “Something the matter princess?” A voice that is very much not Aizen’s rasps into your ear. Instead the voice belongs to Grimmjow and the last thing you remember from your dream is his strange bone mask pressed against you.

You wake with a shaky breath and wide eyes. Your heart is beating wildly out of control as you try to wrap your mind around what just happened. Behind you there’s the sound of metal rattling and you go to shoot up and see what’s there but a hand shoves you back down. Your back hits the mattress with enough force to knock the air from your lungs and you gasp. You take notice that the hand in question is pushing the blanket from the bed against your upper chest. Your eyes shoot up to meet a set of azure eyes staring back at you.

You flushed being this close to him even though you know logically that he had no way of knowing what your brain had just conjured up of him. Grimmjow’s leaning over you, one knee rested on the bed to be able to reach you and keep you in place. “Unless you're planning on giving me a show I recommend keeping yourself covered princess.” He tells you bluntly as he slowly pulls away from you.

You’re left gaping at him for a moment before your mind starts processing what’s going on. “Why are you here?” You ask in a high pitched tone as your arm moves to hold the blank in place over your chest so you can sit up. It’s early morning, you're still naked and he shouldn’t be in here.

He looks at you a second before gesturing behind him to a plate and cup of steaming tea on your nightstand. “Your hag couldn’t make it up so I brought your food.” He said, irritation thick in his voice.

It clicked into place that he’d promised to bring you the tea every morning and made sense enough. “Oh, t-thank you.” You stutter out quickly not being able to look at him and flushing more in embarrassment. You were embarrassed that you’d thought of him like that even if you were unconscious. You couldn’t deny that he was handsome even with the strange bone mask and near constant scowl, but he was also an ass and was rude to you and you didn’t want to think about him like that. He had kidnapped you and brought you to Aizen. He antagonized you for fun and got angry when you didn’t react in a fun enough way for him. He had been kind a few times but he always took such a bastardized approach to it that you couldn’t tell why he’d done it. He made little sense to you so it made even less sense that you’d be having lewd dreams about him.

You could feel his gaze and your eyes flicked to his for just long enough to see them narrow before you looked away again. You don’t know what gave you away but he can tell that something’s wrong. “What’s wrong with you today?” He asks harshly, eyes still fixated on you.

You swallow and try to think of something to say, nothing comes to you and he starts stalking towards you. In a panic you say, “Nothing!” A little too loudly. Your response makes him stop walking but he cocks an eyebrow and scoffs like he doesn’t believe you, “I’m not wearing any clothes can you please get out?” You say with a bit of distress in your voice as he stays firmly planted. He eyes your exposed neck, shoulders and what he can see of your chest making you tug the blanket higher before he rolls his eyes and turns away. He leaves without another word, slamming the door behind him.

You wait a second before moving to make sure he’s not going to come back in before you reach over and drink the still hot tea quickly. You decide to go wash and get dressed before eating. You planned to have Grimmjow take you to the library so you could look over the geography books and maps and start to figure out where your fathers camp might be. You bathe, trying and failing to make yourself seem clean and brush through your knotted hair leaving it to fall naturally. You dress in a black dress that was left for you with the same neckline as all the rest. You knew your hickies and love bites would be on display but there was little that you could do about that. You look at the beautiful crown that sits permanently on the dresser and leave it there. You won’t wear it. You won’t have anything to do with it. You slip on your flats and quickly eat as much as you can manage.

With a deep breath you go to the heavy door and pull it open. Grimmjow is leaning beside it and his head immediately snaps to you. His eyes widen and he pushes off the wall to fully see you. He looks you up and down twice before his eyes settle on yours and he smirks at you, “Well, look at you all dressed up and pretty again.” He says, making you flush a bit, you’re used to him calling you princess but you were not prepared for him to call you pretty. It’s such a simple thing to say but it gets a reaction out of you which only makes his smirk grow. “What do I owe the honor?” He says smirk never leaving his face.

You keep eye contact with him refusing to keep backing away. “If you don’t mind, I'd like to go to the library.” You tell him. He seems to consider it for a moment and for a second you worry that he’ll refuse but he doesn’t.

He lets out a sigh, “Fine, it figures though, you finally wanna go somewhere and it's the most boring place in the manor.” He said with a roll of his eyes. He led you to the library silently after that, you hadn’t seen anyone on your walk which was reliving in a way. He held the door open for you, the library was huge, far larger than the one at your own manor. Rows upon rows of shelves line the room, all with little engraved plaques to tell you which genres the shelves held. As you walked through the library looking for what you needed Grimmjow trailed behind you, running his fingers lazily over the spines of the books and messing with them as he went.

After a while you had a decent stack of books about previous wars of your kingdom, localized weather, localized geography, as well as a few books on local plants and a book about how to grow different crops to make your pile look less suspicious. Grimmjow, you noticed, didn’t pick anything up but you didn’t give him much thought. You strolled over to a small sitting area adored with a few plush sitting chairs as well as a matching chaise and some small tables. Grimmjow flops down on the chaise as you set your books on the table and sit yourself. “Is this really what you’re gonna do all day?” He asked, looking bored already.

You just shrugged at him, “I like to read.” You say as you pick up the book about wars, hoping to find something about where to locate your father, perhaps see if there was an area that they often came back to for their temporary camps. Grimmjow scoffed and threw his head back and stared at the ceiling. You read the first two chapters before you heard him signing and shifting around. You ignored him and got a single page read before he interrupted you.

“What are you reading?” He asked in an annoyed voice like you were inconveniencing him. You looked at him over the top of your book to see he was staring at you.

“It’s about history.” You said, you didn’t want to specify to him what kind of history. While he had been kind a few times and he’d all but told you to kill Aizen you still didn’t want to chance fate and have him report what you were planning to do back to someone.

He raised a brow at you, “They all about history?” He sneered looking at your stack of books. You were a little worried that he had seen through your white lie but you steeled your face trying not to let anything show.

You shook your head lightly, “No, there’s a few about weather patterns and geography but most of them are about local plants and crop growing.” He rolled his eyes and stretched while you went back to reading quietly.

You made it another few pages before he spoke up again. “Why plants?” He sneered at you. You look back over at him and he’s resting with his hands behind his head. He’s looking at you again and it makes you wonder if he’d looked away at all.

You fidget under his gaze and shrug, “I like gardening.” You say, he scrunches his nose and furrows his brows at you, “In the warmer months I like to be out in the gardens and take care of the plants, it's nice.” You elaborate to him.

He gives a light laugh, “Of course you do, princess.” He says and it's your turn to look confused at him. “It’s fitting is all.” He tells you, “Of course the prettiest little princess likes flowers and sunshine and shit.” He says and you can’t tell if he means it as an insult or not.

Instead you tell him, “I’m not a princess, stop calling me that.” His face broke out in another smirk and he flipped himself to lay on his side, head resting in his hand.

“Closest thing I’ve ever seen to a princess.” He says smirk growing a bit, “You’re a pretty girl with pretty little dresses that grew up being waited on hand and foot in a manor. You’ve got a strong family name and despite it manage to be the most delicate little thing I’ve ever seen. For fucks sake you had your own little knight and everything. What part of that doesn’t scream princess?” Your face flushes at his words, it's the third time today he’s called you pretty and you really don’t know how to react to it and you’re sure he knows it. It makes your cheeks burn every time and your pretty sure that he’s only doing it to mess with you.

You roll your eyes and he gives a chuckle, “None of that makes me a princess.” You tell him stubbornly. Your face is still burning red but you don’t want to let him win.

He barks another laugh at you, “I guess you’re right,” he says with a light shrug, “You’re a queen now aren’t you? Technically speaking.” He says with a cock of his head. Your eyes narrow at him, and you decide you're done talking to him and resume reading. Or you at least try too. You can feel him looking at you even if you won't look at him. It makes you fidget and you’ve read the same paragraph four times and you still have no idea what it says. Your mind wanders back to the crown on the dresser. He was right, technically but you didn’t like the thought. You didn’t want to be Aizen’s queen, the thought depressed you.

You tried not to think about it and focus on the task at hand but between Grimmjow’s gaze and his words you were thoroughly distracted. You think about what it actually is to be a queen, you certainly don’t feel like one, you can’t see yourself up there with the previous queens. You think about your escape plan and wonder if it’s actually possible, you don’t know that it is but you’d rather risk dying out there than to stay here with Aizen for any longer than you have to.

Then you start thinking about Grimmjow and what an enigma he was to you. He was rude and bold but he could be kind at times. From the first night you’d meet him in the forest he’d been like that. He’d offered you advice but refused to answer any questions and treated you however he felt like. He’d gone out of his way to find Lista to help with the tea and to get you to eat but only after he said you looked like shit and complained that you were boring. Then today he’d started calling you pretty but only in ways that were used to fluster and embarrass you. You couldn’t help but wonder if he actually thought you were pretty or if he was saying it to upset you.

You stopped yourself from that train of thought, you told yourself that you didn’t care why he did it and that you wanted him to stop. What business was it of yours what he thought of how you looked, you were sure he thought you were pathetic already. What did it matter if you were pretty and pathetic? He frustrated you worse than anyone else ever had so why couldn’t you stop thinking about him? You chalk it up to that stupid dream and that you’ll forget about it in a few days.

You reread the same paragraph for the fifth time before he spoke again, “You read a lot before all this?” He asked laying on his back with a thump. “Seems super boring.” He looks at you out of the corner of his eye waiting for your response.

You set your book down on your lap and looked at him. “Yeah I did,” you think back to all the time you’d spent reading with Momo or all the books about flowers and plants from other parts of the world. It felt like such a long time ago even though it had only been a few weeks. You can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever be that girl again, if you’ll ever lay around and read with Momo or if you’ll ever go out to the gardens and pull the weeds out of the flowerbeds. Then you start thinking about your mom. She loved to read and started teaching you when you were three years old, she had always been so patient with you as a child. You remembered when she first got sick the two of you would sit together and read for hours, when she began getting sicker you would read aloud to her so she could relax and listen.

A tear slipped down your face and you were quick to wipe it away, you looked down at your hands and tried to focus on not making yourself more upset. You weren’t sure if Grimmjow had seen your tears but if he did he didn’t say anything about it. “Who taught you?” He asked, looking up to the ceiling.

“My mother.” You said simply, you didn’t want to tell him about your mother. It felt too personal. You didn’t get to keep much of your life private as of late but that felt too private to share with him or Aizen or any of them. He just hummed to indicate that he’d heard you. “Why don’t you go find something to read? You wouldn’t be as bored.” You offer to him wanting to change the subject.

Grimmjow turns to look at you, his eyes narrow and his eyebrows furrowed. You meet his gaze in question. “I can’t.” He bites out angrily.

Your eyebrows shoot up, “You can’t read?” You ask, you knew a lot of servants and common people couldn’t but he just seemed so above it all. You didn’t know anything about his life but you had just figured that he was a knight or some kind of equivalent maybe from a good family but it seemed that wasn’t the case.

He growled and sat up, “I swear princess if you try to make fun of me I’ll-“ He starts to say before you cut him off.

“I’m not making fun of you! I’m sorry, I just thought-“ You cut yourself off struggling for the right words. You didn’t want to make the situation worse by accident but you wanted him to know you weren’t making fun of him. It wasn’t his fault if no one had taught him. “I don’t know, you just seem like you come from some high family or something, I just figured…” You let yourself tail off. He huffed a laugh and you chanced a glance at him, he had leaned back and didn’t look like he was about to rip your head off anymore. “I’m sorry.” You tell him.

He looks back up at you and for a brief second you think about offering to teach him how to read, but ultimately decide against it, he’s not your friend and you have things you need to focus on. He sighs, “Your fine princess, don’t apologize.” He told you before laying back down. He doesn’t bother you too much the rest of the time in the library, in fact your pretty sure he fell asleep for a few hours but that’s fine, it gives you time to examine what you need to in silence.

By the time your ready to leave you have a faint idea of a place your father could be. There’s place high in the northern mountains near the border of your land that would get heavy use up until a few decades ago, it now sat abandoned but if they were fighting with Aizen and trying not to get captured it was a likely place to go. You couldn’t definitively say he was there but it was the best lead you had. You had no idea how to get there or where in the mountains it was but that was a problem for later.

You rose from your chair and stretched out with a yawn, your legs were sore from sitting so long in one position and your eyes were heavy from the strain of reading all day. You looked over to Grimmjow to find him staring at you lazily while still laying down. “Done for now?” He asks and you nod. He rises and leads you through the halls back to your room. Before you can get there you hear voices. Grimmjow's eyes narrow just as Nnoitra and a man you’ve never seen before round the corner.

They’re laughing about something but Nnoitra stops as he sees the two of you, he looks between the two of you for a second before that wolffish grin streaks across his face. “Well look who it is.” He says to the man with him. The other man is slightly shorter than Grimmjow with red hair. He wears a bone mask like the rest of them, it covers his chin and jaw and rises in twin spikes on the side of his head. He doesn’t say anything but he does look you up and down slowly.

“Piss off.” Grimmjow tells them, then stops a few steps in front of you which you're thankful for. There’s something about Nnoitra that terrifies you, maybe it's the way he looks at you like he wants to eat you alive or the way he talks to and about you like you're less than a person but none of it sits right with you.

I wasn’t talking to you,” Nnoitra says with an eye roll. He looks back to you, “I just didn’t expect to see her again. Figured she’d kill herself in all her misery.” He said with a laugh. “I owe Yammy four silver now, he said she’d have to come out sooner or later.” He said continuing to laugh, his red haired partner also gave a small chuckle. He looked down to your neck then to your chest. “Though maybe she’s not all that miserable, maybe she likes getting fucked like a whore.” He sneered at you. Your eyebrows shot up and you flushed in anger and embarrassment. You’re pissed at the very idea that you’d want any of this and the name he’d called you. You're anything but a whore, you’d never even been with a man or entertained the idea before Aizen had forced you to be his wife.

Grimmjow’s jaw tightens and he looks angrier than you’ve ever seen him. “Shut the fuck up, go take your pathetic ass somewhere else. Just because you can’t get your cock wet doesn’t mean we need to deal with your bitchy attitude.” Grimmjow says before grabbing your wrist and dragging you past the two men. The red haired man just watches you two push past but of course Nnoitra isn’t done yet.

He lets out a wild laugh, “Is that what’s going on here?” He asks, you’re confused by what he means until he continues. “Ya been fucking her while Lord Aizen’s not around?” You can hear the grin in his words without looking at him, “She’s got so many marks on her how would he know if you put one on her, smart really. I’d fuck her if I could get close too.” Nnoitra snorted and his partner laughed too.

Grimmjow releases your wrist and whirls around on Nnoitra, sword drawn and pointed sharply to his long neck before you can recognize what happened. “One more word. One more fucking word and I’ll have your head on the damn floor.” Grimmjow says voice low and threatening. Nnoitra held his hands up in surrender but kept smirking all the while. Grimmjow doesn’t move for a while, clearly thinking on whether or not to just kill him and be done with it but something convinces him not to.

He turns sharply and sheaths his sword before pushing you forward back towards your room. He’s silent until you're a ways away from the other two men. The whole way you're tense and thinking about Nnoitra, he scares you, badly. He’s unhinged and you're terrified that he’s going to hurt you one day, he’s all but said he would. “Don’t worry about him princess, we all know what he’s like and no ones going to let him come anywhere near you. Aizen would kill them.” He says trying to reassure you as you reach your door.

You can’t help but think about how he’ll be gone within two days and while you’re not friends he has made it clear that he won’t let anyone hurt you but you're unsure about the rest. What if whoever fills his place lets Nnoitra in? Or what if the replacements themselves are like him? Grimmjow had told you that not all of them were fully loyal to Aizen and you had no conceivable way to know who was and wasn’t. “And when you leave? What about then?” You ask, panic getting the better of you as you look up at him.

His eyebrows twitch upwards in an almost unnoticeable way, his eyes dart around your face before saying, “Like I said, Aizen would kill if something happened to you. While I’m gone Loly will be your guard.” You didn’t know who this Loly was and he seemed to realize that quickly. “You meet her once I think, black hair, pigtails. She’s kinda a bitchy.” He tells you.

You remember her from the day she’d brought you the dress. She hadn’t said anything to you and you were a bit surprised she was a guard but you didn’t voice that thought. “She’s not gonna be the nicest to you but she’s capable enough.” He reassured you. You nodded at him and he looked at you for a moment longer before opening your door for you.

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Your night and following day played out the same as the previous. Aizen came back, did whatever he felt like with you, you woke up, dressed, ate, went to the library then came back only for Aizen to have you again. You started trying to rise earlier to avoid being naked when Grimmjow entered with your tea and breakfast. You're in the bathroom brushing out your hair after your bath when you hear the door open and close. You assume it's Grimmjow and finish with your hair and go to greet him. Yesterday he’d been the closest to nice he’d gotten. He didn’t outright insult you, besides calling you princess but you couldn’t rightfully tell if that was an insult or not. He’d bothered you a lot while you read but you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind it. Sometimes you’d even welcome the brief distraction.

But when you leave your room it’s not Grimmjow who stands in the center of the room. It’s the red haired man who had been with Nnoitra the other day. He looks at you and smiles as you stay put in place. His eyes fall to the deep v-neck of your dress and he licks his lips making you want to cover yourself but you don’t have anything to do so. “Can I help you with something?” You ask, you’re getting nervous under his gaze.

His eyes flick up to you and he looks predatory. “Oh you’ll be helping me alright.” He says before making his way to you quickly. He grabs you by the hair and you go to shout for help but his other hand smacks across your face so hard you're thrown to the floor. He picks you up from the floor by your hair roughly and you feel blood trail down your chin and neck, your lip is burst and your face burns where he came in contact with it. “Who ya callin for? Grimmjow? You forget he’s one of us?” He mocks as he walks you back towards the wall.

He slams your back into the wall hard enough that you can’t breath for a second, he slots one of his legs between yours and you try to push him away. “Aizen’s gonna kill you if you touch me!” You shout, remembering what Grimmjow had said and praying that he stops.

This only makes the man pull your hair harder, pulling you to your tip toes and making you cringe back. “He’s never gonna know, how would he, like Nnoitra said you’re covered in marks. He won't notice one or two more.” You try to kick at him but he just pushes closer. “Never fucked a noble bitch before, can’t say I ain’t excited. You’re a fuckin pretty one too!” The hand not holding your hair grabbed your clothed breast and you again tried to scream, he smacked you again, not as hard as the first but it still hurt. “Don’t make me fuckin gag you.”

Tears fall down your face as he wraps his hand around your neck. You can’t breathe and he rocks his hips into yours while still smiling at you. You can feel that he’s hard but struggling gets harder and harder as you lose air. You’re terrified that your about to black out as stars dance across your vision. You try to pull his hand off your neck but he just smiles brighter and bucks into you harder. You can’t breathe and you’re sure that he’s about to kill you but he eases up a bit, you don’t know why and don’t have time to think about it as you suck in air. Suddenly your door slams open and the stranger's hand falls from your throat completely just in time for you to see the man get grabbed by his own hair and thrown to the floor. You take in a breath but hold it as you watch what happens in front of you.

He hits the floor hard and rolls onto his hands and knees. Above him Grimmjow is advancing on him in a silent rage. You’ve seen him angry before but never like this, he looks feral, like a beast hunting its prey and the red haired man must see it too because he starts crawling backwards and trying to reason with him. “Wait! Wait!” He shouts, still trying to escape. “We can work something out, come on! Grimmjow!” He yells before Grimmjow kicks him so hard he files back a few feet, cracking his head on the floor, spilling blood across the stone.

The man tries to get up and lunge at Grimmjow but he’s stopped before he can advance by a sword cutting into his side, knocking him sideways and back to the floor. He screams as he goes down and behind him Ulquiorra stands behind him with a completely natural and bored looking face. Neither of them look at you, instead they watch the bleeding and withering man on the floor.

Your legs are shaking, you lean back against the wall, legs buckling beneath you and you finally let the held breath escape you. Grimmjow whirls around quickly and makes his way to you grabbing your upper arm gently and pulling you up. His eyes flicker all around your face and he opens his mouth to say something but then closes it.

“Don’t move.” You hear Ulquiorra demand behind Grimmjow. “Lord Aizen’s on his way and you’ll be dealt with.” Grimmjow doesn’t bother to look back at them, instead he looks you over a second time. Grimmjow’s jaw is locked tight, he looks less feral than he had when he was fighting the man but he still looked ungodly angry and you go to apologize but the sounds of shoes hitting the stone floor make you stop.

“Take him to the throne room and wait,” You hear Aizen command, voice angry. You finally look away from Grimmjow's face to the door. There’s at least a dozen servants trying to look in, they had parted to let Aizen through but were still trying to gawk into the room. All of them were your people and they all looked horrified. Ulquiorra grabs the man by the arm and drags him out as the man begs Aizen for forgiveness. Aizen doesn’t even look at the man as he is dragged past. The servants all step back out of his way. You watch Aizen’s brown eyes fall to you, he looks at your blood for a long moment before his eyes snap to yours. He’s angry and you're terrified of him, you’ve never seen him like this but you knew it couldn’t end well. “Everybody out, I need a moment with my wife.” He demands, voice angrier than you’d ever heard. You watch everybody file out, Grimmjows the last one out and he shuts the door behind him with one final glance to you. Aizen doesn’t say anything as he makes his way to you.

#bleach fic #bleach x reader #cross posted on ao3 #grimmjow x reader #multi chap fic #aizen x reader #aizen x y/n #tw noncon

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How is this your first fic like?? It’s reads so beautifully

Ah!! Thank you!! ☺️

I’ve written a lot before just never anything that’s been posted anywhere, but I’ve had this idea floating in my head for like a year now. I’ve been really nervous but your kind words mean so much to me thank you 🩵

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Of knights and Demons

Chapter 3

TW: Rape/Non-con, Dark themes, forced marriages, threatening behavior 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.

EDIT: this chapter contains non-con smut and I’ve never written either of those so if it’s terrible I’m sorry

Previous Chapter

You’d been taken back to the manor with your new husband to partake in your wedding celebration. For hours now you watched people laugh and dance, feast and drink without a care in the world. It made you sick. Aizen, for his part, played the doting husband well. He kept his arm draped casually over your hip, thumb rubbing what were supposed to be soothing circles into your skin. In the small breaks you’d get in between people coming to congratulate you two he would ask if you needed anything, you’d politely decline each time. You couldn’t even count how many times he’d bent down to give your forehead a small kiss. From the outside you were certain you’d looked just like a happy couple.

Eventually Aizen’s associate, Gin, came up to congratulate the two of you. You thanked him politely trying your best not to let your hatred for the whole affair show. After a few more minutes of small talk with the silver haired man he asked if he could borrow your husband to address a private matter. You obliged, happy to have his hands off you, even if it’d just be a few short minutes. Almost immediately after he’d walked away someone approached from the other side of you. You turned to greet them in the same facetious way you had everyone else but stopped.

Before you stood your friend Momo, she wore a fine pastel blue dress with her hair done up in its standard bun. Her family was one of the smaller, lesser known ones of your court but the two of you had been close friends since childhood. Your mother would often invite her to various occasions with you, she came from a large family and was mostly ignored so no one ever seemed to mind. She didn’t smile at you, instead her eyes looked misted like she might cry, “Hi.” She said simply with a touch of sadness to her.

You smiled at her, a genuine one, even though you felt like you might too cry just from looking at her. “Hi.” You answered back, you were so relieved that she didn’t seem to be happy for you, she understood what was happening, pitied you even.

“I’d offer to give you a hug but I don’t think you want to draw that kind of attention.” She joked, giving you a sad smile back. You nodded back to her, “For what it's worth, I’m sorry.” She said in all but a whisper, eyes darting back and forth to make sure no one had heard her. Your eyes misted a bit more as she’d said it and you tried your hardest to hold it all back not wanting to cry here. You’d been numb for so long but something about seeing your friend upset for you brought it all back and made it much more real for you.

You went to answer back but another lord was approaching, she gave you a slight nod before excusing herself. You whipped your eyes quickly hoping that the lord hadn’t noticed. You recognized him, though you couldn’t quite recall his name. He was from one of the smaller families and had all but begged your father to marry you off to his son when you were thirteen. Of course your father had refused. You gave him a sweet smile as he approached and grabbed your hands. “May I just start by saying-“

“Get lost.” Grimmjow interrupted from behind you causing you to whirl around sharply. He didn’t look at you, instead his venomous gaze was fixated on the smaller of the two men. If looks could kill the man would be dead ten times over with how Grimmjow looked at him.

The lord stuttered for a minute, face heating in embarrassment and anger, “Excuse you, I am-“ he started to say. A few people looked but turned away quickly to keep Grimmjow’s attention away from them.

“I said get lost,” Grimmjow growled out, “I won’t ask a third time.” He said taking an intimidating step towards the man. The man's eyes shot between the two of you before he scoft and left, grumbling under his breath the whole way. You turned to face him fully and raised a single brow in question. He shrugged, “Brought you a drink.” He said dryly, nodding to an overly full glass of wine. “For your special day.” He sneered like he was mad at you, you didn’t care if he was, you were already mad at the world why not add him to the list as well.

You crossed your arms in front of you, “I don’t drink.” You bit back just as dry. Lots of people drank at weddings and if you had been in a happier situation perhaps you would have too but today you didn’t feel like it. You were not a drinker under normal circumstances and certainly didn’t want to take anything from the strange man in front of you.

“Congrats, you do today.” He answered back to you with irritation heavy in his tone. You had no idea why he wanted you to drink so bad but it made you trust him all the less. You looked at him with a sideways gaze.

You shook your head, “Why is it so important to you? Or is it just another game to you? See what you can get me to do by being pushy? Make some entertainment for yourself?” You said getting annoyed with him.

“No games, I’m trying to be nice to you.” He said before reaching out and grabbing your elbow harshly. He pulled you a bit closer and kept his grip on your arm tight even as you tried to pull away, “Take the wine and get drunk, I’ll bring you more when you're out.” He whispered harshly in your ear, his body bent over yours, “I can guarantee you're not gonna want to be sober when your dear sweet husband holds you down and shoves his cock in you.” He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. He was right, as much as you hated to admit it and as vulgar as he’d said it he was right. Your eyes again watered, not wanting to have to go through with it, you knew you’d have to but that didn’t stop you from feeling sorry for yourself. “Don’t cry here,” he said as he straightened back out. “Don’t give them all the chance to see you break. Cry tonight as he fucks you, or alone in the morning or anywhere else but do not give all these bastards a chance to see it, they don’t deserve it.” He said angrily. You nodded, you didn’t know why he was doing what he was but you were thankful for it still.

You willed your tears back and he offered you the wine again. You took it from him gingerly, fingers brushing over his own as you did.”Thank you.” You said to him more earnestly than you’d ever spoken to him. He could be an ass but at that moment he was showing you something close to kindness.

He kept his gaze fixated on you in what almost looked like confusion for what felt like an eternity before he scoffed, “Don’t thank me princess.” He stood there until you took a drink and nodded his approval before he walked away. True to his word, once you'd finished your glass he quietly brought you another as you talked to the various people who’d come to speak with you. You weren’t too invested in any conversation, too busy thinking over what Grimmjow had said. Of course you’d known that Aizen would have you tonight but now that it’d been said out loud you couldn’t help but worry about it. You’d never been with a man, not even to fool around. Some of the married women had talked about their own wedding nights, and while some of them had pleasant stories, most of them only talked about how much the first time hurt and how rough their husbands had been, the thought alone brought a shiver down your spine.

Grimmjow had brought you a third glass before Aizen returned, looping his arm back around your waist. “Sorry to be away for so long love,” he called you, you didn’t say anything but you despised that pet name more than any other that you’d been called, you were not his love and he was not yours. “Have you been enjoying yourself?” He asked, beginning to rub those damned circles into your hip again. You hummed your agreement and he tsked his tongue, “No you haven’t, you hide it well enough but you're miserable.” You stared up at him not knowing what to say or what he wanted you to say. “Take a walk with me?” He asked, letting that smile that you were growing to hate grace his face again. You agreed not really having a choice in the matter.

He led you through the crowd, you hadn’t realized how much the alcohol had affected you until you began walking, you moved considerably slower with your eyes more focused on where you were going rather than ahead of you. If Aizen noticed your uncordnation he didn’t say anything about it. You found yourself in the gardens as the cold air bit at your skin, not that you cared all that much, feeling a bit of relief compared to the stuffy hall you’d been in for hours. “Would you like to know what I’ve been talking about with the other lords?” He asked.

You thought about your answer for a long moment, he didn’t like it when you lied to him and wanted you to be honest with him but the truth of it was no. You didn’t want to know. He would tell you anyway and maybe his asking was just a taunt. So that’s what you answered with, “Not particularly but I have a feeling you're going to tell me no matter how I answer.” You said with more spitefulness than you intended.

Aizen chuckled, “Well, don’t you just have me figured out?” He joked, you didn’t laugh. “We’ve been talking about you all evening. Most have congratulated me kindly, but more than a few have also expressed that they’d do the same.” He said, you knew he was taunting you, maybe trying to get a rise out of you but you still held his breath as he talked. “One young man in particular, told me that he was impressed by my restraint.” Your brows knit together and he gave another small chuckle, “He said if it had been him he wouldn’t have been able to hold off on taking you,” Your face drained of color and your eyes felt like they would bulge out of your head as he went on. “He informed me that he’d tried desperately for your hand but your father had denied him and you didn’t notice him at all. The poor boy.” He mocked in fake sympathy, “You should see how they all stare at you, where their eyes focus in on when your not looking, if only you knew what dark things they thought of-“

“Why tell me all this?” You cut him off before he could continue, you knew they were all traitors but you didn’t want to think about how many men in there would do the same or worse to you given the chance. You didn’t want to think about a man that was so upset that you’d not wanted to wed him as a child of thirteen that he thought you deserved this.

“I want you to think of it when you despair about your position, when you start to think I’ve been cruel to you.” The two of you stopped walking and he pulled your chin up to look at him, bringing his face close to yours, “Anyone of them would have done the same if not worse.” He whispered so close that you could feel his lips caress your own as he spoke, you were certain that he was about to kiss you again but he never did. Instead he pulled back, “We should get you inside before you freeze out here.” He said letting that sickly sweet smile frame his face again.

Back inside you noticed that a number of people must have left during your stroll, a noticeable number. You could feel your anxiety starting to pick up, he hadn’t mentioned anything about a bedding ceremony but now it was all you could think about and you had no way of being certain. You thought about asking him but decided against it, fearing that he might just do it if he thought you were afraid of it. As you gazed around the room you noticed Grimmjow sitting alone near the back of the tables, his eyes stared into yours for a moment before you were distracted by yet another person coming to talk to the two of you about what a lovely couple you made. The whole time you could all but feel Grimmjow's eyes staring at you which didn’t help settle any of your anxiety. You kept catching his gaze in between chats. He barley moved and you couldn’t help but feel like you were being hunted.

As time stretched on more and more people began to leave, everytime they did that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach only grew. Eventually Aizen bent down to whisper, “I think its time we take our leave my dear.” Your breath caught and you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything as he gently led you to the hall. Your heart felt like it might beat straight out of your chest with each step you took. He kept his hold on you the whole time. At least, no one followed you out, meaning that there would be no bedding ceremony. At least no one would get to observe the humiliation you’d no doubt receive. “You look relived?” He said voice trailing in question. Your legs felt like they were made of lead and every step you took was a considerable effort.

“I thought that perhaps you’d have opted for a bedding ceremony but…” you let yourself trail off, he just hummed in understanding. You were at the door to your room far faster than you’d have liked. He held the door open for you and you stepped inside making your way to the center of the room, you stopped not knowing what to do with yourself. The door swung shut and you couldn’t help but flinch. You were terrified of the man you’d be sharing a life with, while you’d once thought him kind you’d come to find out he was anything but. He’d killed a whole family to get here plus countless others, he sent people to hunt you down specifically and he’d threaten to take another life if you didn’t do as he said.

A set of arms snaked around your waist causing you to gasp, “Are you nervous sweet girl?” Aizen rasped into your ear. You nodded yes but he just hummed as if he didn’t understand you, “I’m sorry love, I didn’t quite catch that, you’ll have to speak up.” You closed your eyes and you were sure your whole body must be beat red.

He knew you were and he was just trying to get under your skin. “Y-yes.” You said barely audible but he’d heard it nonetheless. He gently pushed the hair from your shoulder and began trailing small kisses from the exposed skin of your shoulder to the base of your neck. You flinched but he held you firmly in place with a hand on your hip, “Have you ever been touched like this?” He asked, his voice had dropped by at least an octave and was laced thick with arousal.

“No.” You gasped out as he nibbled at the space where your neck and shoulder met. Aizen hummed in satisfaction as one of his arms rose to just below your sternum, forcing you back into his own broad chest. He had you trapped up against himself in a hold that you had no way of escaping.

You swallowed thickly as his lips trailed up your neck to your ear, “Never?” He asked, warm breath fanning your ear. “Not even with that fetching young knight with the tattoos that was so keen on escaping with you? He seemed very intent on keeping you away from me.” You squeezed your eyes shut tighter and shook your head lightly. You realized he was talking about Renji, and while he’d help you escape you doubted he felt anything of the sort for you, he’d only helped you because he’d always felt indebted to your father. You could explain all that to him though, not while his mouth was still working against your neck and he held you so close to himself. “Words my sweet girl, I want to hear you.” He rasped intent on flustering you further.

You opened your mouth to say something only to be cut off by a sharp gasp as he pulled your head back to suck a mark into your neck. You tried to escape it but his free hand shot to your hip pulling you back against him tighter than before, stopping you from moving any distance. “No, never!” You all but whined out as his mouth kept working over your skin. You hated whatever game he was playing and you hated how you couldn’t help but react to it.

Aizen pulled back a few inches to admire the mark he’d left before chuckling darkly, “Aren’t you just a dream dear?” He asked before spinning you to face him. He pulled you close and captured your lips as your hands came up to try to put some distance between your bodies yet again. He kissed you with much more force than the previous times, his hand came up to tangle in your hair and pull you closer, his other hand snaked behind your back. He pulled back for you but kept your head firmly in place with his hand, “Open your mouth.” He ordered in a husked voice. You went to question him on what he’d meant but before you could his lips were again pressed to yours. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth and began tangling with your own. You couldn’t stop the whimper that left you, he pressed you closer, seeming to enjoy that he’d pulled any kind of noise from you at all.

The hand pressed to you back slid lower, reaching for the clasp of your metal belt and fumbling with it until it noisily clattered to the floor. You dress hung loosely around you now and bunched up under his hand as me moved it back to your hip. His tongue was still mapping out your mouth, making you feel lightheaded. He pulled away from you and looked you up and down as you panted. His hands moved to your shoulders aiming no doubt to fully remove your dress. Your hands caught his wrists not wanting him to continue, you realized your mistake instantly but couldn’t stop yourself.

Aizen's deep brown eyes shot to yours, he softened his gaze and tsked his tongue, you averted your gaze and let your hands slip off his wrists. “Sweet girl,” He called to you softly, “If you move to stop me again I’ll bring you your little knight's head.” You couldn’t stop the little cry of surprise that left you as tears sprang to your eyes. You looked back up to him as your tears collected in your waterline. “You poor thing,” he said bringing his hand to brush along your cheek, “You really don’t want this do you?” He asked, whipping at a tear as it fell down your face.

You knew he was just taunting you, you knew he wasn’t going to stop but you still shook your head in denial. Surprisingly he didn’t make you say it out loud, he just hummed sympathetically, looking at you with a tilted head. “How unfortunate.” He said before moving his hands back to your dress. He carefully pulled the fabric from you, letting it fall to the floor in a heap and leaving you in just your heels and undergarments. You turned your head to the side, unable to look at him any longer as his eyes raked over you, he hummed in appreciation taking in your lace strapless bralette and matching underwear that you’d been made to wear. The lace hid nothing from him, thin and see through with the same flowers and vines that had adorned your dress. A few more tears slipped from your eyes as he began walking you backwards towards the bed. Once the backs of your legs hit the bed he gently pushed you so the you were sitting on the edge of it, he tilted your head up to look at him.

He bent over you fully and kissed you again, this time as he ravaged your mouth it tasted of salt from your tear streaked face. His hand ghosted down your body to your thigh, he gave your thigh a light squeeze before sliding his hand further down to push your shoe off before repeating the motion with the other leg. He let his hand run lazily up and down your leg as he continued kissing you, everytime his hand would work up your thighs your muscles would flutter and heat began pooling in your lower stomach much to your displeasure. You hated that your body was reacting to him wanting desperately for it to stop.

Aizen released your mouth, straightening up to his full height, “Move to the center of the bed.” He nodded watching you move all the while. Once centered in the bed you pulled your legs together keeping them pressed firmly against one another. Aizen began removing his shirt button by button revealing his well muscled arms and chiseled chest. He removed his belt next, placing the sword attached to it gently on the dresser before stalking back to you. You couldn’t help but think that perhaps if he’d never left, if he’d never done any of the atrocious things he’d done, that you might have ended up here anyways. You couldn’t deny that he was handsome and even though you now knew his attention went much deeper he’d always made time for you before. He’d seemed sweet and caring. But now that you knew everything, what he was capable of, there would be no looking back, you couldn’t look past it. You would never forgive him for all that he’d done to the high lord's family and the common people, they had been innocent and he’d slain them for his own selfish interest. You thought of the girl you’d seen the first night, she’d bear that scar forever for simply doing her duties that day.

Aizen crawled over you, pulling you from you from your thoughts and pushing your back into the mattress as leaned into you. He pulled your legs straight and you kept them firmly pressed together as he again mouthed at your neck. You closed your eyes as he sucked more marks into your skin, his mouth trailed down your neck and to your collarbone where he nibbled at the bone. You gasped, causing him to chuckle as he let his hand run across your stomach, his fingers thumbed at the bottom of your bralette. You tried to focus on your breathing as he let his hand glide over your breast, you let out a breathy sigh and turned your head away from his as his thumb circled your clothed nipple. Aizen rose up on his elbow as he continued his ministrations, “You look absolutely sinful like this.” He stated. You fisted your hand in the blankets beneath you. He switched his attention to your other breast making you swallow a cut off moan which caused him to chuckle again. “I want to hear you, love.” He breathed into your ear, you bit down on the inside of your cheek not wanting to give him the satisfaction. You might not be able to stop him from doing what he wanted with you but you could try to at least control the noises you made. Or so you thought.

After a minute or so of you refusing to make any noise he dropped his head back to your neck and sunk his teeth into your pulse point. You shrieked, eyes shooting open and tears following in earnest as your back arched off the bed trying to get him to let go, his hand moved from your chest to your arched back and unclasped your bralette, throwing it behind him. He released your neck and soothed over the wound with his tongue as he settled you back on the mattress. Your neck throbbed and you felt a drop of blood run down your neck before he leaned back over to licked it up and place a quick peck to your throbbing skin. Aizen’s mouth trailed from your pulse point down to your breast, he looked up to you as you panted breathlessly trying to pull yourself together before flicking your nipple with his tongue, you couldn’t stifle the moan that slipped out of you which only spurred him on. He took your nipple into his mouth fully, lavishing his tongue over the sensitive nub and occasionally nipping gently with his teeth to watch your reactions. He pulled off with a pop before switching his attention to your other nipple and teasing the one he’d had in his mouth between his fingers. Catching your breath was an impossible task, your heartbeat was so fast you thought it might burst and your core ached between your locked thighs.

He again let you go with a pop, “You’re so much more reactive than I could have hoped for, I can’t wait to see what more you’ll show me sweet girl.” He rasped, rising to his knees and running his hands up your legs. “I understand you’ve never been touched by another man, but tell me love, have you at least touched yourself? Brought yourself to release on your fingers perhaps?” You gawked at his question, truthfully you had tried a few times but never could bring yourself anywhere near pleasurable, but you certainly didn’t want him to know that. “Well, love?” He asked again when you didn’t answer.

You knew he wasn’t going to let you get away with not answering and you were sure you didn’t want him to bite you again or something else equally as painful. You took in a shaky breath before saying, “I’ve tried but never been able to…” you trailed off not wanting to finish your sentence in embarrassment.

His hands made their way back up your legs before hooking in the sides of your underwear, “You poor sweet thing, I’ll have to remedy that.” He gently pulled them down, they caught on your knees for a second but you separated your legs just enough for him to toss them behind him to join the rest of your clothing. You were now completely nude for him, “Spread your legs for me love.” He didn’t give you a chance to comply as his large hands pulled your knees apart. He looked at you with lidded eyes causing you to look away before he brought his hand to ghost over your folds, he groaned at the wetness he found between your legs. “For a girl that insists she doesn't want this, you certainly are wet my dear.” His thumb begins rubbing tight circles against your clit causing your toes to curl and small breathy gasps to find their way out of your mouth.

It feels like there’s a knot being pulled tighter and tighter in your lower abdomen, your sounds rise in volume and Aizen moves the hand not occupied to grab your face and force you to look at him, “Look at me while you cum.” He growled lowly, thumb increasing in speed and pressure. It feels like you're going to snap apart and you look up at him through glassy eyes. His gaze is intense as your end draws closer and you can’t help but buck your hips against his hand. All at once the knot inside you snaps and you coming with a whiny moan as your back arches and stars dot your vision. You’ve never felt anything like it and you can’t help but shutter through the aftershocks.

His hand doesn’t stop moving, instead slowing to a lazy pace that has you trying to escape from overstimulation, his hand grabs your hip and pins you back down. “Please! It’s too much, I can’t take it!” You cry out, body on fire. After a few more strokes his hand stops and he swoops down to dominate you with another kiss. You're so overwhelmed by your previous orgasm that you just let him do as he pleases.

The two of you separate and he watches your face for a moment before pulling back fully, “Now that was a sight, perhaps I should have had a bedding ceremony, show all those stuck up lordlings what they’ve missed out on.” He mocks as he rises from the bed to kick his pants and underwear off. You’ve never seen a nude man before but you're sure that his cock is bigger than most. It’s long and thick with a few veins jutting up it and you can’t help but stare with wide eyes. There’s no way you’re ever going to get it inside of you, at least not without pain.

You don’t even notice that he’s watching you until he laughs, making your eyes shoot to his face as your own face heats more in embarrassment. “Don’t worry sweet girl, I’ll have you well prepared.” He said as he makes his way back to you. You don’t quite believe him but there’s not much you can do as he climbs back on top of you, he spreads your legs on either side of his own. You swallow thickly as he again mouths at your neck and his hand returns to your slick folds. His middle finger circles you opening and you feel your anxiety pick up, his hand is a lot bigger than your own and even then you’d never done much with your own fingers. He gets his finger nice and wet before he starts to push it inside you.

Instantly your gummy walls clamp down on it, the stretch isn’t pleasant and it stings a bit. Your breathing picks up and his thumb resumes its slow circles on your clit in an attempt to force you to relax. He gets the digit into the last knuckle and stills its movement as his thumb continues. He licks up your neck to nibble on your ear, “That’s it sweet girl, just like that. Relax and take it.” He rasps as he gently pulls his finger back and forth within you. You whine at the strange feeling and he latches back onto your neck. After letting you adjust to his first finger he pushes in a second one. You try to pull away and groan because it burns, his thumb and fingers move at a steady pace and you can’t help but clench around them trying to get him to stop for a moment.

He groans in your ear, “Fuck,” he curses, “You’re so tight love.” More tears slip from your eyes as he continues his movements. You wish he’d stop talking but of course he doesn’t. “You have to relax for me love.” He breathes into your neck. “How can you ever hope to take my cock if you can’t take two fingers?” He laughs. You want to scream at him that you don’t want to take his cock and you want to push him and beg him to stop but you know it won’t do you any good. You try to focus on your breathing again but he starts hooking his fingers and they brush against something inside you that has you letting out another high pitched whine. He smiles at you and continues thrusting his fingers into you, taking care to hit that spot inside you with every stroke. You’re withering underneath him as he adds a third, it still hurts but he keeps hitting that spot over and over again causing you to lose yourself.

Your walls tighten again as that knot builds back up. Aizen speeds up his moments, “Again?” He asks, “Already that close? Just from my fingers?” He rumbles. Your fists are so tangled in the blankets you fear they might tear apart. Between his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside of you and his thumb rubbing those circles into your clit you're coming within seconds of him whispering. You whimper as he pulls his fingers from you, you watch as he brings them to his mouth before licking them clean. “What a delicacy.” He says eyes meeting your tired ones, “Maybe if you’re a good girl for me I’ll feast on you next time.” He offers as he aligns himself with you.

He pulls you further down the bed, hair fanning out behind you and legs coming to rest across his knees. He moves his hips, grinding his cock to you, using your slick to get himself ready to enter you. Once he deems himself lubricated enough he lines his cock up with your hole. You feel the tip begin to push into you and you expect him to go slow like he had with his fingers but he doesn’t instead he snaps his hips to yours and fills you in one fluid motion. You scream, pain filling you immediately as you try to scoot away. He pulls you back down refusing to let you escape.

He wastes no time before picking up a punishing pace that makes you sob underneath him. You feel like you can’t breathe and you move to try and push him away, clawing at him with your nails but he just grabs your wrist and pins it to the bed above your head. He folds over you and uses his free hand to push one of your legs up near your head, folding you in half. “Gods!” He moans, “You’re such a tight fit!” He smiles darkly at you before picking up speed. You can’t think straight but you know that you're begging him to stop in broken cries which only seems to turn him on more. “You’re taking me beautifully love, like you were made for it.” He groans. The only sounds filling the room are the sound of skin hitting skin, your cries and his groans.

His thrusts eventually start loosing rhythm and he grunts a few times, “Fuck, I’m close,” he moans out still rapidly snapping his hips into yours. He releases his hold on your wrist and leg and brings both of his hands to your hips to pull you back into him as he thrusts into you, he’s gripping you so hard you're sure to have bruises. He moans your name before trusting as deep as he can and stilling, you feel his seed fill you up and he gives a few shallow thrusts before pulling out completely. Your breathing is shaky and you're still crying as he watches his cum drip out of you. He collects what’s leaked from you before fucking it back into you with his finger. You gasp and close your legs which makes him chuckle as he pulls away from you. “Just making sure nothing goes to waste love.” He says looking down at you.

All you can think is that you hate him. You hate him for what he’s done to your people but as you lay there broken, used and crying all you can think of is how you hate him for what he’s done to you. How he turned your body completely against you. How he’d threatened you. How he’d used you. You look at him through glassy eyes and say, “You’re a bastard.” Not caring about the consequences, what more could he take from you now?

He just laughs, watching your chest heave, “Yeah, I am, sweet girl.” He says before pulling you to him, he pulls you and himself up to lay against the pillows and settling the two of you beneath the covers. “Now sleep my love, before I change my mind and decide to take you again.” He says stroking your hair. You’re too tired to put up a fight and wouldn’t want to chance him anyways.

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