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Nnoitra returning from a hunt:
S/O, perking up: awww there's my trophy husband! <3
Nnoitra: trophy husband??
S/O, trying to give him a kiss: mhm!
Nnoitra: I'M a trophy husband?
Nnoitra: what contest in HELL do you think you won?!
... maybe another preview, if it pleases the court?? Aaroniero again!
I wrote a LOT yesterday and Iâm so so so excited with how this is coming out XD
âN-no!â he cries, continuing to push any energy he has into tugging himself up on the window. âNo, no, no, no, noâŠ!â
âA-ah, hey, stop⊠youâre gonna hurt yourself more!â Thatâs the best you can do to stop him, aside from taking another step. Though⊠youâre close enough now that you can probably physically pull him away from the window.
Despite that not being an ideal option, you canât just let him leave. He goes back out there, on an icy winter night, heâs a goner. Heâll either run back into the person who did this and theyâll put him out of his misery, or heâll lose so much blood from his current injuries that heâll die anyway, or heâll straight-up freeze to death. Thereâs no way heâll survive if he runs off out there without any help.
So you reach for him, and youâre absolutely not prepared for the way he reacts. As soon as your hands are on him, one on his shoulder and the other grabbing the fabric at his side, every inch of him shakes. Itâs like his whole self is giving one last burst of movement before ceasing to move at all, a supernova before a star dies for good.
With that, he does stop moving. He falls down into the bathtub, and not only does it cause a mini tidal wave of blood that splashes you and the tile floor, thereâs a sickening crunch as you realize that there were still pieces of glass among the puddle of blood in the tub.
Worse yet, his form goes into static again and then settles into that mess from before. Long, slimy protrusions sewn together with flesh, only now you know that his strange body isnât damp entirely on its own; a good deal of that slickness is blood. It seems like his wounds and panic have made it impossible to maintain that more human appearance for long.
âOh, shit, shit, oh, my God, no, noâŠâ Your mind whispers a worried, Is heâŠ? You bend yourself over the tub, frenzied as you search for anything, any semblance of a pulse or something that will give you a sign.
Tears spring to your eyes and a lump forms in your throat when you canât find a heartbeat, no matter where you put your hands. You donât know how youâd deal with the fact that you might have just watched some pitiful thing die in your bathroom, alone and scared. You donât even know this man, this inhuman being, and youâre ready to mourn the fact that you couldnât help him.
Thankfully, regardless of the lack of a pulse, you finally hear and feel that heâs still breathing. Heâs alive. Heâs still horrifically injured, at risk of dying, but heâs alive. Whatever instincts are woven through him, one of them is to survive.
also hereâs another preview!! at @arrancxrâs suggestion, I started an Aaroniero gore hurt/comforty fic... oops, I have a problem...~
this lil sneak peek isnât as long as the one I showed her bc I showed her literally the entire bit Iâve written of it, but this sneak peek IS over half of what I have written of it so far!
enjoy uhuhuhu~
That feeling would only continue if you didnât, when your foot hits the second step to your houseâs second story, hear a strange noise that sounds like itâs coming from the bathroom.
âThe hellâŠ?â Youâre back down off the step in half a second, and hurrying toward the closet where you just put your coat and everything. Is somebody in here? You live alone, itâs dark and late, and the idea that someone might be in here makes your pulse go double-time.
You keep an old baseball bat in the closet just in case, so you riffle around for a moment before pulling it out. Even though itâs the only weapon you have, and not much, it makes you feel safer than going upstairs with nothing.
The trek up there feels like it takes forever. Your heart is pounding so intensely youâre surprised it doesnât just break your ribs and burst through your chest, and you can hear the blood rushing past your ears. Your fingers are gripping the bat so hard theyâre shaking.
What are you going to find in there? Are you just hearing things?
When you get closer, however, you can hear more noises. It sounds like someone in pain, and under that⊠uch. That other sound is what might result if you tried to suck mud through a straw â a disturbing, wet squelching. Combined with being secondary to somebodyâs quiet but unmistakably vocal discomfort, it makes your stomach turn.
Itâs now or never, you tell yourself, to give a last push of courage, and you push the bathroom door open. With your hands hovering the bat up at the level of your chest, you muster the strongest voice you possibly can. âH-hey! Hey, is someone there?â
A frantic look around your bathroom reveals that everything looks normalâŠ
⊠Until you spot that thereâs a mass of something in the bathtub, tangled up in the curtain which used to hang over the window above the tub. A window which is now broken, with glass shards of varying sizes littering the floor and the empty parts of the tub.
You think you do what any reasonable person would do. You yelp, though thankfully it's not very loud. Your grip on the bat loosens a bit, because at first, you feel a flood of relief, thinking that this thing is just a pile of snakes or a nest of weird little creatures that somehow made their way into your house.
Then, you hear a gasp coming from the direction of the amorphous thing currently occupying your bathtub, and everything moves in sync, and you realize that this whole thing is a living being.
concepts I need more of in life: reader pulling Szayel away from his studies (whether because he genuinely needs some Goddamn rest/he keeps working thru being ill, or just because they think heâs getting frustrated with a certain project and needs a break)
... by utilizing his high libido to distract him
how does one go about this?
oh, I mean, any old way you can think of. the manâs a perv and if youâre DETERMINED enough, even his most laser-like focus can be broken with something sexy!
sneaking up behind him, (making sure he knows youâre present so he doesnât think youâre some sudden threat whoâs invaded his lab), looping your arms gently around his waist whilst pressing into his back... nestling your face against that soft, easily manipulated spot between his neck and shoulder... asking what heâs working on and if heâs going to take a break... because youâre getting so lonely and need some attention... maybe even kissing his neck while youâre at it...
âaccidentallyâ knocking something off a desk where heâs not currently working, going âoops!â and bending to pick it up, making sure heâs looking as you give him a perfect view of your ass in the process... perhaps arching your back a bit as you place the object back on the table and shoot him an innocent, apologetic look for disturbing his things...
letting out a long sigh/yawn as you stretch your arms above your head... particularly if youâre wearing a shirt that rides up to reveal part of your bare stomach... letting him know youâre incredibly comfortable around him to show off some skin...
sucking on an ice pop in a manner that reads as âso sexually-charged youâd have to be blind, deaf, and mute not to notice itâ... only to suggestively poke it at his lips and offer him a lick...
youâll probably drive him crazy, but the good news is that heâll probably pin you down to an exam table and fuck you right there, and after that he will probably lie there with you in a 30-minute afterglow, still touching you and wanting to be touched, and...
Achievement: Distracted By the Sexy has been unlocked!!
Szayel, you managed to let your S/O manipulate you into taking a break by being super horny
I say this with love:
you been played like the cheap-ass kazoo you are, brother
Imagine Di Roy having a a small human s/o whoâs very protective of him. Then one day when sheâs hanging out with him and Grimmjow and the other of his FracciĂłns are teasing Di Roy too far,the s/o decides to step in and give a very angry.
âLeave him alone! Fight me!â
This makes everyone pause and makes Di Roy instantly worried. S/o keeps a confident face despite realizing what she said. And from that moment on they hold a bizarre respect for Di Royâs lover because sheâs willing to challenge others to fights she knows sheâll lose to show her dedication to them.
letâs be real, itâs Yylfordt whoâs doing the teasing; this dumbass doesnât know whatâs good for him and the others donât usually bother with D-Roy
but YES
Iâm sure he still fights her and kicks her ass, but she gets right back up even after that
everyoneâs just like âdamn ok the girlâs a scrapperâ
D-Roy is lucky the others donât embarrass him further by chanting âONE OF US ONE OF US!â the way Baragganâs FracciĂłnes chant âQUEEN QUEEN QUEEN QUEENâ at his S/O dfjadkjfla
*slow peek* hello, just a quick ask, do you write for Barragans fraccion? If so how do you write them. (Iâve been lurking the profile for a WHILE and you seem to be vibin, keep up the good work ^^)
yes, I do!
I write for all of them, and Iâll do whatever you want; headcanon sets, reactions, fics, whichever <3
Imagine D-Royâs shorter s/o climbing onto him after he sits down and whining that they need his inches. He opens his mouth to tell them that he canât give them his height,only to feel them start grinding against him. âPlease can I have your âinchesâ,baby, right here~!â
Imagine how happy and trusted Grimmjowâs FracciĂłns would feel if their s/o fell asleep with them. Like whether theyâre alone together,or theyâre all together doing something, they just feel so honored that you trust them enough to keep you safe that you let yourself be completely vulnerable with them like that.
oh the TRUST!!
they themselves have to trust you COMPLETELY to sleep in your presence, they have to have faith that you wonât try to hurt them while theyâre sleeping or take advantage of anything
so naturally they assume that the same is true for you
and it literally just melts them to know that you trust them that much
theyâll hold you tight and will treat that trust very carefully, they know how fragile it can be <3
You know I feel like Di-Roy and Luppi are the type of guys who act all confident and like they constantly want sexy stuff. But when given a sweet s/o that actively gives them sexual things,theyâre just flustered little puppy dogs who are like âFor me???â Every time before going along with it and trying to act like they totally werenât surprised and embarrassed by the act.
youâre definitely not wrong!
itâs a lot more apparent with Luppi, because... well. D-Roy folds pretty quickly, itâs hard for him to keep up being confident when heâs given everything heâs ever wanted
D-Roy will literally look up at his S/O with big eyes (... well.) and just completely betrays any cool head he might have had
like, he still tries, but itâs obvious heâs not very good at keeping his composure once you give him nice things like this
Luppi is... a lot better at it, thatâs just how he IS, heâs much more easily able to pivot back to pretending he wasnât caught off guard at all
thatâs how he acts most of the time anyway, so he thinks, why should one moment of sincere sweetness get to him that much?
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