OwO how do the espada feel about their s/o wanting to give them belly rubs? What about if s/o asks for them back?
Hmm cute!
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Starrk
Starrk has been by your side long enough to understand that when you express a desire to give him something, it will undoubtedly bring him comfort, so when you ask if you can rub his belly, he gives in pretty easily. You, in turn, take pleasure in the sweet expression of relaxation on his face, as well as the gentle sound of his purring, which grows lighter as he drifts into slumber.
Harribel
She's somewhat tense about the matter. Engaging in these human-like activities feels peculiar in many ways, yet Harribel has discovered that your gestures can be rather enjoyable if she loosens up enough. What makes her more nervous in this situation is having to reciprocate the caress. It feels unnatural for her, and yet, something within the prospect of making you feel good fills her in a way that is not unpleasant at all.
Ulquiorra
Ulquiorra has no idea how you managed to convince him to do something like this… again. But that's far from mattering right now. Despite his tensed posture – to the point of being almost rigid – it's evident that he's not entirely displeased, which is something. Although it's more than strange to allow a caress in such a vulnerable place, after a couple of minutes, Ulquiorra can't help but feel that his defenses are gradually loosening. This is peculiar, but he doesn't despise it as much as he strives to pretend.
Nnoitra
You can hardly inflict any harm, and Nnoitra is aware of it. However, despite his consciousness registering it, his instincts never seem to fully catch the message.
This 'belly rub' thing has him feeling like something wants to crawl out from under his skin, so he mostly waits until you're done, wondering why you invest these affections in someone like him. Your tenderness, in his opinion, is misspent. Nonetheless, once your warmth penetrates his skin, it's too late to pull away
Grimmjow
He knows better than to refuse. You would get progressively more annoying asking for it; he knows that. So, Grimmjow just scoffs and indulges. At first, a part of him is unable to simply surrender to the tender touch, too used to the idea that there's always a trap behind anything that doesn't harm. However, after a while, a strange sensation tingles in his lower belly, and it's surprisingly far from unpleasant.
When you ask him to do it back, he looks at you stunned. Are you stupid? It's fine if you want to lay your hands on him. But, in return? Grimmjow doesn't know if the peculiar warmth at the base of his neck is because he's furious that you're so careless or because something about reciprocating the action feels strangely good.
Szayel
It could be an interesting experiment. Szayel agrees only for the sake of data recovery. However, lying in the softness of a warm place, where your scent and his intertwine in such a way that becomes alarmingly soothing, is reason enough for him to find it difficult to pull away, despite the multiple warnings deep within his head. You can repeat the experiment as many times as you want; he truly has no issue with it.
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He isn’t looking for salvation, he doesn’t believe in it and he doesn’t need it.
He doesn’t want it, it’s for people with greater hopes, for those who still yearn and long for something more than the present, it’s for the ones who still are waiting for something better. It’s for the fools that are too focused on the future or in the past.
As if it would change their life.
It’s stupid, it’s meaningless, and yet, if this is what it feels like, well, he can see why it can become an obsession. It’s not so much as if he is being saved, but more so like he is alive, he feels ever fiber on his muscles tense and burning, and the place on his back where your hands are placed urgently begging for him to go “Deeper, please”, are setting his whole skin ablaze.
Your moans die on his chest as he towers over you, body so much larger and broader than yours even if you’d never thought it possible that it’s laughable how much smaller you look next to him.
It nearly makes him laugh.
And he goes deeper, he thrusts harder, with so much force that your full body recoils in turn and he needs to tighten his grip around the soft flesh of your hips to better ground you against the floor where he has decided to take you this time.
For as second, as you deliciously whimper his name as he feels your insides tighten around him in a way that has him crossing his eyes he has a small moment of clarity and hesitation. Why did he obliged so easily to your begging, it would have been so easy to simply make you beg more for it, as he has been known for.
The look of pure raw need on your eyes is enough of a treat for it to be worth it, not to mention how much he enjoys knowing he is the one making you fall apart. So why? Why is it so important for him to be able to see your face when you need him the most, desperate wanton eager to not only see you, but to know it’s only because of him.
Your nails dig and drag against his back and he stops thinking.
You are here, your legs are warped around him and your heels crossed above his ass urge him to go deeper as he feels you coming undone around him. Maybe you have become his salvation and maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t care.
warnings: 18+ content, masturbation, handjob, and sex
Genre: Smutty smut
Rated:18+ no kids allowed!
Admin Harmony🐯: Hheheeheh you know I will provide with some more Ulquiorra content especially ones like this. I hope you enjoy!😏 Also the reader is going to be female bodied I hope you don't mind but if you want one with a male you can always ask! I don't mind.
He was never sure about anything that has to do with humans or the heart.
Before he met you he didn't want anything to do with them and their weaknesses.
He still feels this way but now, things were different when you were involved.
Once you mentioned to him about how humans interact with each other through love, affection and sex there was a look of distaste written all over his face. Especially when you explain how human procreate,
"It sounds revolting." He said,cringing at the thought of it.
You chuckled at him, he wasn't exactly wrong. Sex can be very sticky, wet and awkward, but it isn't so bad if you are doing it with someone you found attractive or better yet, when you love them dearly.
"It isn't so bad as long as you are doing it with someone who you adore most in the world. Do you have anyone like that, Ulquiorra?" You asked him curiously, watching his emerald eyes flicker. his answer wasn't completely clear.
"When you find that answer then doing everything that you hate right now won't be so bad." You simply said to him before leaving him to his own thoughts.
For a while all he did was think about what you had said ealier that week and he hated it. He hated that you were always flashed into his mind when the word "love" or "adore" came up and even worse… "sex".
Was he willing to do all the things he loathed and do them all to you?
That was the question and that would be answered when he was sprawled out on your bed completely bare for you.
He was… uncomfortable but he made it clear to you that you can do anything to him. Not because he loved or adored you but to prove to you that sex and love won't affect him at all.
He never kept his eyes off of you even when you stood right in front of him. He was like a wild animal watching and waiting for you to attack him.
"I'm going to reach down and touch you, you're going to feel an uncomfortable sensation but you will be okay. Do you trust me?" You stared at him, waiting for any sign of understandment. You watched as his eyes flickered again, and he nodded very slowly, not saying anything at all. You slowly moved your hand towards his cock, firmly grasping it and stroking it slowly. At first, he didn't give any reaction until you began to pump your hand faster, watching his face slowly distorting. You weren't sure if he was enjoying this but he didn't show any signs of you not wanting to stop. You continued to abuse his cock, stroking, and squeezing him until you heard an unknown sound that escaped his lips.
Did he just whimper?
Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, you couldn't believe that he just whimpered right in front of you. By the look on his face he couldn't believe the sound that came out of his mouth either.
You thought it was absolutely adorable and you wanted to hear more of those sounds.
"Don't hold back, I want to hear those cute sounds from that pretty little mouth of yours." You encouraged him. He didn't want you to hear him being so vulnerable, he had his pride which was slowly disappearing with each pathetic sound that was escaping his lips.
You stroked his cock harder and faster, not too long after you began to hear the cacophony of whimpers coming from him.
It was amazing to feel his cock getting harder from your lustful touches but even better watching him slowly unravel before you. His whole body turning rosy pink, his eyes dilated and precum leaking from the tip of his penis was a sight to see.
He was now prepped and ready for you, "I'm going to take off my clothes, feel free to watch me if you want to." You told him before getting off of the bed, stripping your clothes one by one, watching his emerald eyes intently taking in every inch of your body.
He wasn't sure why but he enjoyed seeing you like this.
You didn't notice but everything was so intense to him, he was sensitive everywhere, he was hot as an inferno and he couldn't form any coherent sentences.
"I'm going to get on top of you slowly, tell me if it's too much for you." He couldn't say anything instead he continued to whine pathetically under you, his head nodding ever so slightly.
You angled him so he could enter inside of you. Once you did you both moaned together, the pleasure of being filled by Ulquiorra was almost too much for you. Ulquiorra felt the same as your cunt clenched around him tightly, he oddly enjoyed that sensation. Your hands were roaming his body feeling his body heating up with arousal, especially over his sensitive nipples which were hard as diamonds. You decided to ride him slowly, watching him carefully,
"Are you okay? Do you want me to go faster?"
He wasn't sure, all he wanted was for you to do something, the erotic ache he was feeling all over his body was intense along with his emotions. He hated that he is enjoying this and he hated that you, a mere human, can see him in this state.
"M-more…" He whimpered out, he needed you to move faster and harder for him.
"You want me to go faster? Or do you want me to do this?" You said, gyrating your hips vigorously, causing you to verbally moan out in pleasure. Ulquiorra soon moaned out louder, nodding his head, his tongue lolling out as he panted, sounding like a dog in heat. You continued the same movements changing the pace to further edge the both of you.
You leaned more into him, changing the angle slightly so you both could feel more pleasure, you then leaned forward to give Ulquiorra a steamy kiss, feeling him whimper and moan in your mouth as you used his cock as your own personal dildo.
You both were almost there, your movements starting to become more sloppy and desperate as you continued to ride him passionately, his moans and whimpers echoing throughout your room.
You felt Ulquiorra twitching right inside, signaling that he was about to cum, "Don't be scared baby you can come for me, just let it out and don't think. Everything will be okay." You reassured him breathlessly as you almost reached your peak. "I'm going to come! Ahhhhh!" You moaned out, slamming yourself harder onto Ulquiorra, causing both of you to come at the same time, both of your whines and moans of pleasure syncing with each other along with both of your bodies, everything felt perfect as you both finished your climax. You slowly stopped your movements, panting vigorously, along with Ulquiorra. Everything was quiet except for both your panting.
You slowly got off of him, laying right next to him, Ulquiorra couldn't do anything else besides pant and stare at the ceiling, you knew he was thinking, contemplating on everything that he thought and believed.
You weren't sure what his mental state will be after he calmed down but you were ready to teach him everything that he needs to know.
Warnings: Starrk being a lazy bastard, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, oral (female/male receiving), rimming (female receiving), penetration, spitting, pussy slap, cum eating (ofc), finger sucking, PURE DEBAUCHERY.
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When it comes to sex-
Scratch that.
When it comes to just about anything, Starrk will choose to put in as little effort as possible.
As his woman, when it comes down to getting busy between the sheets, you were usually the one initiating it (and carrying it out via sexual positions where he doesn't have to move at all).
Honestly, it's amazing that you two have a sex life at all, in your opinion.
Take right now, for example:
You're situated on top of Starrk, grinding down on his thigh as he reclines against a stack of fluffy, turquoise pillows.
"You're very eager today, angel. You're working hard on my thigh, almost like you think it's my cock or something." He chuckled deep in his throat, causing you to let out what sounded like a mixture of an excited moan and an annoyed groan.
"Come on, Starrk. You know why I'm doing this. Night after night, it's the same routine; either I'm doing all of the work or you're getting yourself off and then going to sleep. When am I supposed to get some pleasure, huh?"
With your frustrations out on the table, Starrk could see just how irritating and unfair it was for you to be the one putting in the most effort when relationships are supposed to be equal.
"You're absolutely right, angel. Enough teasing, I have an idea. Move over for a sec."
With suspicion in your eyes, you carefully moved yourself off of Starrk's strong, muscled thigh, fixing the white skirt of your uniform as you waited to see what he was up to.
The handsome brunet moved a few pillows so that he could recline at an angle with his back pushed up against them. With careful gloved hands, he slipped his pants slowly down his hips, gray eyes snapping up to meet your e/c ones, to see if you were paying attention.
You were.
This small gesture was so unlike him, yet at the same time it was extremely sexy that he listened to you and started putting the first foot forward.
Once his white hakama were resting at his knees, he palmed his length through his boxers with one hand while the other rested in his chocolate brown locks.
"Okay...I'm confused, but I'm liking where this is going…" You said hesitantly, crawling to his side and biting down on your lip as you watched him.
Another deep chuckle, "You need to get in on the fun, too, Princess. Kneel in front of me and spread your knees. You can take your panties off or push them aside, your choice."
Although confused, you wasted no time in doing as your lover asked, pulling up your skirt and slipping your fingers swiftly into the sides of your panties, pulling them down your thighs as you kneeled in front of him.
"Very good girl..now, put two fingers inside your slutty little cunt. Spread yourself wide so I can see.."
Your cheeks became flushed, but you complied nonetheless, using the index and middle fingers of one hand to pull back the lips of your pussy before inserting your ring finger in down to the knuckle.
"There you go, good girl. Look how wet you are already. You're really going to like this one.." he chuckled before pulling his thick length from the confines of his underwear.
It flopped out against his stomach, making a light slapping sound that caused your cheeks to burn even more and for more wetness to seep from between your folds.
Starrk gripped his length in one hand and began a steady, yet fervent pace of jacking himself off while he watched you finger yourself.
"Speed it up a little, angel. I want you to cum with me...fuck."
The wet, slapping sounds of Starrk jerking his dick only further motivated you, along with his dirty talk.
Your eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back as you thrust your fingers in all the way to the knuckles, then slowly pulled them back out, letting them brush against your slick walls.
The action made you shiver in pleasure, while Starrk's dick grew harder and he pumped himself faster as he watched you.
"Mm, shit. Are you close, baby girl? Come here, come closer to me.."
You followed his words and crawled over to him, settling right beside his thigh. Gray eyes focused completely on you as the Primera Espada gave one last thrust and came hard into his awaiting hand. A deep moan escaped his lips at the feeling of his hot cum covering his hand.
"Oh, Starrk...oh!" You thrust your fingers in at just the right angle, making you squirt all over your hand.
Starrk hummed in approval at watching you make yourself cum. Carefully, he got up onto his knees and pulled you to him.
"Look at the messes we've both made, angel. Don't you want to help me clean up?"
A bit confused at his intentions, you slowly nodded and began to get up to grab a cloth to clean the two of you off when Starrk grabbed your bicep, stopping you.
Chuckling softly, he moved his hand, the hand that he'd just come into, up to your mouth.
His semen was still pooled in the middle of his palm. He offered it to you like you were a kitten whining for a dish of milk.
You looked down into his awaiting palm, studying it, as if trying to read his fortune.
Starrk chuckled, a low rumble coming from deep within his chest. He gazed at you with those silvery eyes, making your breath catch in your throat when he took his free hand and grasped your cheeks in an iron grip.
Four gloved fingers rested against your cheek while the thumb pressed at your lower mandible to force your mouth open.
"Eat up, baby girl…"
Your eyes widened as Starrk all but covered your mouth with his hand, making you basically drink his nut up like a smoothie.
Simultaneously, he let your face go and took your squirt-covered hand into his, bringing it up to his own mouth to suck your fingers clean.
This entire scenario was unheard of for you, but you couldn't deny how your pussy clenched at the notion of your boyfriend force-feeding you his cum while licking yours up like a desperate dog.
Once Starrk plopped your saliva-slicken fingers out of his mouth, he grinned wolfishly. Grabbing you by the biceps once again, he swung you around and pushed you onto your back.
You fell with a surprised squeal onto the mountain of pillows where he usually reclined.
Starrk wasted no time hopping on top of you; this had to be the fastest you'd ever seen him move.
"Starrk! Oh my God, wait!"
No waiting.
The Primera pounced on you like a wolf on a bunny rabbit, teeth latching onto your neck and sucking deeply. Red splotches bloomed all over your neck like wildflowers.
The soft material of his gloves glided along your bare legs, his hands caressing them and holding them up into the air before pinning them against your chest. Your manicured toes dangled beside your ears.
You don't think you've ever seen him this eager, either.
“Starrk, baby, what’s going on?”
He seemed to ignore you as he lowered his face to your sopping cunt, still wet with your release, hot and pulsating. With him looking at you with only the top half of his face visible, you could feel your knees begin to shake in anticipation.
“What does it look like, little one? I’m about to eat this pussy like a man starving.”
Your eyes bucked, making Starrk chuckle darkly before completely burying his face in your cunt.
And eat he did.
His stubble tickled your asshole while his lips latched on to your labia. He suckled along your thick folds, running his tongue up, down, and all around them before suckling your throbbing clit in between his lips.
Your body was now folded literally in half; Starrk got up on his haunches to hover over you while eating you out. He wanted to be able to see your beautiful face twist and contort in pleasure.
You managed to gain enough sentience in your hands to reach for his silky chocolate locks, fingers threading through them and massaging his scalp as your soft voice let out continuous cries of his name.
"Uuughhh, Starrk!"
"Mmm, that's right, angel. Say my fucking name."
Pulling back from your wetness with a long, languid drag of his tongue, he let your cum and saliva gel together in his mouth before spitting it back on your desacralized pussy.
"Ohhh!" Rough, calloused fingertips joined his brutish tongue in rubbing and pulling at your pearl, making sure that it was covered in enough lubrication to ease his rough ministrations on it.
"God, Starrk, I'm going to cum!" You wailed, thighs beginning to vibrate uncontrollably.
Starrk took the back of his hand and slapped your pussy. The soft cotton of his glove lessened the blow, but it still sent a pleasant shock to your core.
"No you're not. Not before you take my cock in this fluttering hole, Princess."
His tongue rolled from the top of your clit, down through your folds, and circled around your tight asshole.
"Starrk! STARRK!"
He kept swirling his tongue on you and before he knew it, your back arched off the pillows and you were squirting all over his face.
"Oh, fuck." His eyes widened in surprise and he leaned back slowly.
"Damn, you came that quickly from me licking your ass? Should've done that ages ago."
His smirk was nonetheless enticing as he regarded you, your fluids leaking all down his face.
With a shuddering breath, your back collapsed onto the pillows.
"Fuck, Starrk…that was amazing."
He just chuckled and moved in to kiss you on the lips, now covering your face in your own juices and letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
"Yeah, angel? I'm not done with you, yet."
You were about to protest, when the Espada grabbed hold of your hips, making your mini-skirt fly up your waist to your abdomen. Starrk maneuvered his rock-hard cock into your pussy and wasted no time setting his pace: deep and rough.
He angled you up further so that you had to wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze them tightly.
Babbled moans of "oh yes", "oh God", and his name tumbled from your lips like a waterfall, making him grunt and moan softly in response.
When he tired of this position, he flipped you over and started giving you backshots, just as hard and rough as before. He made you arch by resting his palm down on your lower back while his other hand gripped the fabric of your skirt and bunched it up for leverage.
Hot, wet sounds of skin slapping skin echoed around the somewhat large room, as well as the sounds of your combined moans.
"Fuck, gunna cum, angel. Gunna fill this sloppy pussy with my nut. Can you take it all for me?"
You moaned something that sounded like yes and that gave Starrk all the initiative that he needed to let off right in your slippery, abused hole.
"Fuckkkkk, yes. Here, get up. Turn around."
You moved promptly to get up on your knees and take his cock into your mouth.
Starrk clenched his teeth together and growled as he watched you begin to suck him off while he was still cumming.
"Fuck, shit, Y/n. Such a slutty little mouth. Goddamn."
You sucked him clean of your combined juices before popping him out of your mouth and falling down onto the pillows below you.
Starrk joined you immediately, pulling you to his chest with one arm wrapped securely around your waist.
"How's that for something different, unh?" He breathed deeply into your neck, nibbling at it softly.
"That was amazing, Starrk. Who knew that you could fuck like that?"
He laughed into your neck and then kissed it.
"You know there's a reason that I'm the Primera, and it's not just because of my strength."
Synopsis: Just Fracción, you had no power when it came to the rivalry between your masters. You knew that, Tesla... not so much.
Word Count: 0.7k
Tags/Warnings: Fracción!Reader, No Reader Pronouns
Notes: Ugh still fawning over underrated characters
It wasn’t much of a fight. At least it didn’t look like it to you. It didn’t appear like one to your master, either, and yet, Tesla stood on the sidelines, ready to intervene as if he would be allowed to take a singular step onto the battlefield in the first place.
You thought that the way he stood was funny, all straight with square shoulders and a gloved hand on the hilt of his Zanpakutō. You came up next to him to watch the battle. Your Master Nelliel fended off Nnoitra’s crescent axe with a thumb looped in the loose belt around her waist. You leaned forward, staring at Tesla from the side of your eye to gauge his reaction to the match. He gave nothing away other than the stiffening of his shoulders. You studied his eyepatch and leaned farther forward. Perhaps he didn’t see you.
“Can I help you?” he grumbled. You let out a slight huff of satisfaction, mirroring his stance mockingly.
“Nnoitra is struggling.”
“Master Nnoitra is doing no such thing!” Tesla whipped toward you, hand now fully gripped around the hilt of his Zanpakutō, ready to draw at any moment. The motion didn’t escape you. Your eyes flickered downward, but a deep sigh ultimately overtook you as you fluttered to the sand below.
Tesla blinked, taken aback as you situated yourself among the white grains. You sat on the side of your thigh, leaning on one of your palms as you drew reishi pictures in the sand. The shapes glowed. Tesla frowned, watching as you smoothed out the particles.
“What are you doing?” he asked curtly. You glanced over to the match to your right, just in time to see Nnoitra go tumbling by the sheer force of Nelliel’s sword. He left a lengthy skidmark as he was enveloped by the white substrate below. You turned back to your little drawings.
“This is going to take a while,” you sighed absentmindedly. “What are you going to do, Sidekick? It’s not like Nnoitra would let you intervene anyway.”
Tesla looked at the field as you did. Nnoitra was bleeding from the shoulder, and Nelliel was already walking away. But despite his injuries, Nnoitra had already begun charging with his weapon, splashing sand behind him, only to be struck down again. Tesla studied you a moment more before he sat down with you.
He sat with his legs crossed, letting his elbows rest on his knees as his back bent with the slightest slouch. His Verruga drew a long line in the sand by Tesla’s hip. You drew four diagonal lines between you and another four across them in the opposite direction.
“Do you know how to play?”
“Yes, I know.”
“First move is yours.” You clasped your hands in your lap, watching the board. Tesla didn’t make a motion to play, studying you intently instead. He scowled, sitting up the slightest bit in alert.
“Why would you give me the first move?” he asked assusingly. Tesla crossed his arms over his chest, his brow furrowing in annoyance. You shrugged, running over one of the lines that didn’t fully form in the sand.
“Our masters are the ones with the rivalry, Tesla. I have no ill will against you.”
Tesla met your eye, watching you closely before he ultimately gave in and played the first move.
By the time Nnoitra had enough, you and Tesla had made it through at least five games. He had relaxed some, bent ankles spread on either side of your game board with his head on his palm. Nnoitra barked Tesla’s name, causing him to jump.
“Tesla! Get over here; we’re leaving.”
“Coming, Master Nnoitra!” Tesla scrambled up, smudging a quarter of your game with his boot. He did a trouble-take, almost freezing where he stood as he glanced briefly back to where you sat on the sand. Tesla’s lips parted and then closed. A nearly inaudible strangled sound stalled in his throat as he whipped back toward Nnoitra.
“We’ll do a tie-breaker next time,” you said, dusting yourself off as you stood. You offered a slight smile and a nod. The corners of Tesla’s mouth threatened to turn upward.
“Tesla!” Nnoitra shouted somewhere in the background in a rage. Tesla jumped, turning on his heel to follow after his master.
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Notes: The itch to go back to my Szayel series slowly creeping
Being in a relationship with Starrk would include...
...oh good lord, so much cuddle time; I mean to the point where it would cause actual strain in your relationship and you would need to take a week or two of space.
- Yet, it still won’t cause you to leave him completely, and instead, once space-time is over, you’d walk back into his room, smile at his always-sleeping face, and lay down next to him once again.
...so many times of him yawning, picking you up, walking to his room, and collapsing back onto his bed with you on his chest, that it’s pretty much become a warning sign of “run now or forever hold your peace.”
...him having a surprisingly low libido. Because of how he carries himself, you expected him to have a very high one, but he’s mostly uninterested in that kind of thing.
- When the time does come, he’s always very considerate and gentle, but even then, you mostly get interrupted by a bored Lilynette. His annoyance from her interruption seems to be the only sign that he’s at least somewhat interested.
...you almost immediately becoming a mother to Lilynette when you started dating Starrk. You knew that she was technically his other half, not his daughter, but as soon as she found out you two were in a relationship, she’d start dragging you away to go play with her or even get jealous when Starrk takes all your time from her.
...there being times when she’d get annoyed with you for taking all of his time, but it being very rare.
...you being one of the few anchors who has kept Starrk sane - even you have noticed that Starrk had a type of darkness growing in his mind, and his lack of enthusiasm for life was proof of that, but whenever you were around, it was muted.
...you being afraid that he’d eventually grow bored with you, as he does with most things, and the darkness will explode in size, but that time never came. And he was very direct about how it never will.
...your relationship being scarily honest and pure. Despite using most of your time together to literally sleep until your head hurt, you two were very communicative: as soon as you ever thought there was a problem or thought about anything for that matter, you’d just voice it on the spot and talk about it. Most relationships should work like this, but I mean to the point where it was just “thought in, thought out.”
- You were taken aback by this habit of Starrk’s, since it made him just boredly blurt out that he liked you the moment he realized it, but it was a habit that quickly grew on you. It, however, took you a while to realize that Starrk just didn’t like the energy it would take to inevitably fight over unsaid feelings.
...you two seemingly living in a whole different world than the other arrancars; it was almost as if you two were simply “crashing in the castle for the night.” He knew he’d have to fight for Aizen when the time came, but honestly, neither of you knew anything about what was going on, and you didn’t care to find out.
...you not knowing he was the strongest arrancar when you first became interested in him, and really, when you found out, it still took you a few weeks to believe it. If someone would insist that he really was that powerful, you’d just laugh, insist he’s too lazy to be that strong, and move on.
Hi!!! Could you please write a hc about Grimmjow, ulquiorra and Shinji if that’s alright with a s/o who’s very affectionate and loves to touch them like rub their cheeks or just hold them randomly
my fave babies!!!
Grimmjow would be surprisingly ok with it as long as you don't go as far as embarrassing him in public. He doesn't like when you pinch his cheeks and will most likely slap your hand away- However, embracing and cuddling is cool with him!
Ulquiorra stays still and lets you be until it's too much for him to handle. He moves away in his usual parsimonious way. Ulquiorrra enjoys pda most when you subtly touch his leg with yours when sitting beside him. It's intimate and subtle enough not to make him itch.
Shinji: This bitch thrives with your love. Shinji would skip some Captain duties to lay his head over Your legs while listening to music. He'll allow you to squeeze his cheeks as long as you wish! PDA? For sure! He's a generally loving partner who's into sharing love in any way you're comfy! 10/10 *chef kiss*
