I know I havnt been as active in writing since the New Year.
But now that I am settled down, I want to get back into the fandom full force. So I got an event planned for myself. Others can participate as well if they so desire!
Anyhow, starting March 15, I will be dedicating certain days for certain characters. Meaning, I will post headcanons, short drabbles, smau, thoughts, quotes etc (and reblogs) of only that specific character. Now I just need a schedule!
So if you want your Bleach f/o showcased, let me know! Please comment or send me an ask and I will get started on my schedule.
March 15 is Kenpachi of course!!!! 🩷
Shunsui, Grimmjow, Mayuri and Szayel are already on the list for my besties.
i think i want to try taking requests. mainly for mayuri for now, but i might consider other characters if i like the prompt. don't be discouraged if i sit on a non-mayuri request for a bit while i think on it.
soul society folks only (captains, lieutenants, shinigami) pretty much. won't do the teenagers. just ask to see if i'll write for the character. i've only written for mayuri and sajin so far, so. we'll see what happens!
you can ask for headcanons, character with s/o situations, i might do drabbles or a full fic for ya. nsfw and not nsfw.
bleach character + color palette number in the ask box💜
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Can I pleaseeee request something with Ulquiorra!? It's difficult to see him being sweet or romantic but I'm ready for whatever he can give 🤣
GASP. YAY. FIRST REQUEST. THANK YOU. Gotta say, this was a challenge! But it was always really fun and I enjoyed writing this piece. I hope you like it!
ULQUIORRA X FEMALE!READER
About three months had gone by since the Arrancars mysteriously appeared in the world of the living, sans the previously deep seeded hatred of humans and Shinigami. In short, they had no evil intentions whatsoever and seemed curious, some more than others, over the lifestyle of humans.
Everyone was of course wary, worried they’d fly off the handle and a war would once again loom on the horizon in the minds of both the soul society and the world of the living. Until Y/N was the first to offer an extension of goodwill to the once evildoers, thus triggering a snowball affect of successful communication between the three parties.
And so, the former Espada remained in the world of the living, assimilating into the culture and assuming somewhat normal lives!
“Say Y/N,” Orihime began one afternoon during lunch upon the roof. All eyes trained to the busty bubble of joy as she posed a question in Y/N’s direction.
“What’s your type? I mean, what sort of guy are you interested in?” Pretty much everyone was equally surprised as they were curious which included a certain arrancar who’d normally find such drabble ridiculous and an utter waste of time.
Since his arrival, or rather, since those of his kind had been accepted in this world, Ulquiorra had taken something of an interest in Y/N. She was the first to accept him, all of them, and he’d always been curious concerning her reasoning. Surely, she intended to gain something by having them as allies, right? Y/N was just a human. It would make sense for her to align herself with the strong.
Yet…she didn’t appear to him as the type to use people for her own advantage. This only made her all the more interesting. As such, he used any and all opportunities afforded to him. All in efforts to garner what her true intentions were.
This was one of those opportunities.
“My type? Mmm…I guess someone who’s smart.” Y/N started before considering the rest of her response.
“Heh, that excludes you, Shinigami.” Grimmjow was first to comment, roughly punching Ichigo in the shoulder with that snarl of a grin covering his feral features. The jab nor the remark was taken well by the aforementioned male who soon retaliated with an equal amount of force.
“What the hell?! That means you too, dumbass!” And of course, that triggered the beginning of their usual bout which everyone had gotten so used to, it was pretty much ignored.
“I do like the strong, silent type, too. Oh! And a bit of spontaneity! You know, keeps things interesting!” While everyone seemed to agree, secretly they began to wonder just who among them she might be interested in. Meanwhile Ulquiorra was on an entirely different wavelength.
If Y/N found these qualities to be appealing, perhaps he could gain her trust by assuming these roles and therefore fulfill this self-appointed purpose of discovering her true intentions, thus deciding for himself if she were truly someone worthy of his trust.
No, it didn’t sound at all crazy in his head.
He has the smart part down and feels sufficiently confident in his intellect. Nothing to worry about there. The same can be said of his strength and more so of his silence. He is neither loud, nor boisterous. And while he wouldn’t call himself antisocial, he is prone to speak when he feels it is necessary to speak. Silence with a purpose.
That leaves the spontaneity.
In order to tackle this trait efficiently, he took to the human world dictionary!
“Performed or occurring as a result of a sudden inner impulse or inclination and without premeditation or external stimulus…” This may be something of a challenge for him. He never acts without thinking, without purpose. In fact, he is hard pressed to believe he could start. But not entirely convinced…yes, he could do this.
He would start by following Y/N. Not in the creepy stalker sense but more along the lines of trying to get to know her likes without actually asking himself. He would use the ever talkative Orihime to do his bidding.
“What sort of candy do you like, Y/N? I like something sweet and tangy but also sour and a little bitter with a fluffy kind of texture!” Dear gods, what could she possibly be describing was the expression that Ulquiorra currently wore while listening to the conversation. Y/N assumed a rather uneasy expression before responding accordingly.
“I like F/C. Not really a fan of much else.” Y/N’s response was simple something Ulquiorra could appreciate and perhaps do something with.
“So that’s what she likes…”
The next day, all eyes were on the former fourth espada when he strolled into class, dragging a large sack behind him which he dumped onto Y/N’s desk without a word. She stared at him then the sack partially obscuring her vision before opening her mouth to respond
“Uh…Ulquiorra? What’s this?”
“Don't ask useless questions.” And that was all he said before casually walking to his chair like he didn’t rouse the entire class with a cloud of confusion. With furrowed brows, Y/N peeked into the sack, only to spot copious amount of her favorite candy! It looked like a whole year’s supply of it! What the heck…
Who could’ve known that he’d been listening in on her conversation with Orihime? Or that he’d continue to do such in order to exercise this growing need to display his spontaneity. Which, he realized at one point, wasn’t really spontaneous at all because he was thinking about these acts way too hard!
Like when she expressed a desire to have more rice in her lunch, so he proceeded to give her extra portions the next day. Or when she grew tired during gym and he suddenly picked her up over his shoulder to run the rest of her laps. Or when she complained over the lack of sleep she was getting due to the neighbor’s dog barking all night so he insisted on training the canine not to be noisy.
Okay so…maybe he was being spontaneous, but Y/N had grown suspicious enough and needed some answers.
“Ah…Ulquiorra? Could I talk to you for a moment?” Y/N approached him after class one day, appearing somewhat nervous. He agreed with a simple nod while teeming on the inside with anticipation. This could quite possibly be the moment he has been working for so diligently. His efforts were at last being acknowledged.
“Uh so…listen, it’s about uhm…how you’ve been acting recently…” If it wasn’t obviously, Y/N was having a hard time expressing what she really wanted to say. Ulquiorra, of course, noticed this.
“Speak, woman.” A curt response that Y/N honestly should’ve expected prompted nothing more than a sigh.
“What’s your problem?!” Which triggered an explosive response that Ulquiorra honestly didn’t see coming if the sight of his eyes widening were any indication.
“Elaborate.” Eyes that soon softened to their normal size while gleaming with hints of mild apprehension for he never expected her of all people to express feelings of displeasure with him.
“You keep doing these weird things! First it was the candy! Then all the rice! Then you carried me around the track even when I told you to put me down! Now my neighbor is telling me you trained their dog! Are you making fun of me? Is this some arrancar way of bullying?!”
“You believe I am bullying you?”
“Yes!”
She was yelling at him. And calling him a bully, of all things. How could his intentions have been so horribly misinterpreted? How could she misunderstand him to such a degree? Could he have been wrong? Were his methods misguided or incorrect? It would seem he would need to evaluate his form of spontaneity and employ a different tactic.
“I see. I will try something else, then.” Yes, he would go back to the drawing board, reconsider his options, his resources, and try other ways of being spontaneous.
“Wait!” Y/N name suddenly grabbed onto his arm. His eyes instantly fell to her hands. Her touch triggered a slither of a response, a tingling sensation that was unfamiliar. When’s the last time anyone had laid non-threatening hands on him, he wondered.
“What?” Visibly she flinched back but maintained her countenance alongside the ever-present confusion.
“What are you trying to do? What’s all this about? I want to know!” This expression. The raw emotion on her face. He remembered it well. It was this stubborn, foolish disposition she maintained that played a key role in the Shinigami taking their presence as a non-threat. It was this expression that led him to find a purpose through her.
It was this very same gleam that triggered perhaps the most spontaneous act he’d committed thus far, the cupping of his hand upon her cheek. He wouldn’t be able to explain what caused him to do it or why his hand stayed. He just knew her cheek felt soft and warm and he sort liked the way her expression shifted as his hand remained.
“Your ‘type,’ as you humans refer to it, is someone who is spontaneous, is it not?” He brandished his usual emotionless façade, awaiting a response from her aside from the stunned silence she seemed to be trapped in.
“I…you…ah…you want to be my type…?” Dumbfounded. She was utterly dumbfounded. And he couldn’t understand why she was behaving so shocked. Wasn’t he being obvious?
“In a manner of speaking, yes. I see now that my actions are ineffective.” How ridiculous. For him to fail at such a task was unprecedented. He could hardly fathom such a thing. As such, he needed to take time away, regroup, and think of different ways to convey this message to her.
“If you’ll excuse me.” His hand fell away from her cheek only to be grabbed by one of hers. A second extension of contact and a second shock that shot up his senses. He eyed her once again with his empty stare, but she didn’t appear at all perturbed by it. In fact, she offered a rather hopeless smile.
“I…I think it’s working. I mean, you’ve got my attention.” Once again, she stunned him. This time, not with her gleaming determination but with a meek smile and subtle, gentle, squeezing of his hand. He couldn’t have imagined such a small gesture could be so impactful. How strange…
“Oh? I will continue, then.”
“Wait, no—.”
It would seem he was at least on the right track to deciphering her true intentions while simultaneously gaining her trust. Surely, he’d get it this spontaneous act right eventually.
A/N: Poor Ulquiorra. He means well. Again, hope you enjoy! Also this is my first time doing this so I hope the format isn't weird? Thanks!
hii good morning, afternoon or evening to uuu!! hruu? I hope your doing good
I have a request for the beloved blue haired panther, Grimmjow. I really like the concept of 'one bed trope' with him. He's also like really into breeding kink, knotting, cockwarming and a bunch more lol and he'll 100% bites and claws on reader when he cums inside reader. He also whimpers IYKWIM 🤫
that's all for my request hehe I js gotta let ts all out tbh 💔💔 I also loveeeeee your grimmjow page 🙈
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ꗃ Warning: Smut. Mature/Explicit content, +18 only. Grimmjow is an asshole, one-bed trope, no prior relationship, spit as lube, hand job, panty sniffing, oral sex received, vaginal sex/penetration, knotting, creampie, excessive cumming, scratching and clawing, clit stimulation, breeding kink, cock warming, dirty talking, bickering and banters because that’s how it goes with Grimmjow. Grimmjow called a good boy.
ꗃ a/n: thanks for the request! I couldn’t get all your kinks in but I did most of them! Hope you enjoy! 😊 don’t mind the shitty title. It seemed appropriate.
ꗃ Tag: Because ya won't stop talking about Grimmjow : @kryptoniteforsale @whatshernameis
You are a brand spanking new substitute soul reaper in training. A virgin Soul Reaper they called it. And guess who took the liberty to train your virgin Soul?
This is part of the training. He explained while concealing his obvious grin behind a tattered old fan.
You are fed up with hearing the same thing over and over again. It was turning into the wax-on, wax-off crash course of Substitute Soul Reaper Training 101. And your patience was wearing thin. Kisuke Urahara wasn't exactly the type to take his time and explain the goal of a particular exercise. He spoke in riddles and the sarcastic sadistic perverted man rejoiced in your failure and misery. And as time went on, these ‘exercises’ became more and more questionable and ridiculous.
“A trip in the woods? Oh goodie. How the hell is that going to build my strength?
“It builds character”, he explained in a matter-of-factly kind of way.
“Character my butt”. You were aware of his sadistic nature and how he loves watching you struggle and probably jerks off to it somewhere. You won't be surprised if this pervert had some cameras installed in the cabin he rented for you.
“I do recommend an umbrella. It’s going to be a rainy few nights”. Kisuke explained as you set out on this so-called training exercise. You look upwards and notice the clear skies. Not a trace of clouds. And you would be sleeping in a cabin so why did the rain even matter? Was it all metaphoric for something else?
“Oh and one more thing I forgot to mention. Small detail”, he stopped you before you got into your small car. He lowered his fan so you would notice the serious look on his face. This man could switch masks quicker than a breath.
You pause mid-way from settling into the driver's seat of your car. Usually his ‘small details’ are the more important hints so you prepare yourself to listen intently.
He noticed the enthusiasm on your face and you swear you saw the side of his lip twitch. His rotten brain was unable to control the urge to seize the opportunity and play on your emotional distress. He quickly covered his face with the fan again and turned around to leave. “On second thought, you'll find out once you get there. Just keep your nose to the ground, if you know what I mean”. And he walked away, leaving you on the edge.
Bastard.
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It ended up taking all day to get to your destination. A desolate place with nothing but trees and overgrown moss and a choppy phone reception. There was a single wooden cabin surrounded by the forest and lush greenery. The cabin looked new considering how it was untouched by moss and vines that bloomed around it. You just hoped there was running water.
You drove up to the cabin, the small car bumping around over the uneven terrain. You park your car and step out of the vehicle only to have your foot give out from underneath and you tripped backwards into a muddy puddle.
You curse under your breath and grab onto the car door to pull yourself up. You heard a belly-deep laughter fill the air.
“Can't even walk straight and they expect you to survive the ‘wild’”, echoed a familiar voice from above.
Your head quickly extended upwards in the direction of the voice. You squinted your eyes and noticed an annoying blue-haired Espada perched up on the rooftop with one knee bent and the other dangling from the edge.
“What the hell do you want Grimmjow?”, you shout at him. You’ve bumped into him a few times in the past while hanging out with Kisuke and Ichigo. He wasn’t exactly pleasant to be around and had serious anger issues.
“Don't need to yell. I can hear ya fine dumbass”, he replied while dramatically scratching and flicking the inside of his one ear, expressing his mild irritation.
“Ah, shit. Don’t tell me YOU are my next training. I have to fight you?”, you asked. Not exactly fair to be put up against an Espada when you can barely fight a normal low-grade hollow.
“Fight me? You wish. I’m here to train your weak ass”, he explained while giving you a bored look. He wasn't exactly thrilled about babysitting a human.
You just roll your eyes and proceed to grab your bags from the trunk of the car. You didn't care for the guy because you didn't know the guy. Your past interactions were very limited so it was understandable that you were hesitant.
“Why did you even volunteer to do this? You don't seem the hand-holding type”. You are now dragging your mud-covered butt and belongings toward the small cabin, carefully watching your footing to avoid further embarrassment considering how you haven't recovered from the previous incident.
“Tch…none of your business”, he sounded annoyed. You can tell he rather be somewhere else.
You just assume Kisuke made him do this because he had been free-loading long enough.
The truth was, Grimmjow was bored back in Hueco Mundo and would constantly come to the world of the living to harass Ichigo for a fight. Ichigo agreed to have that said battle of the century once he completed this one favor for Kisuke. And that was to train the new substitute soul reaper so Ichigo could retire and focus on being a dad. Grimmjow wasn't so eager at first but how hard could it be to teach someone the basics of fighting?
Well, Grimmjow would come to learn that it takes a lot of patience and empathy. And he ain't a fan of either.
A few hours into the training you accomplished absolutely nothing. Grimmjow would just yell at you for every mistake or burst out laughing every time you fell back on your ass because he didn't hold back when he lunged forward. You honestly didn't learn much besides the fact that Grimmjow was the king of assholes.
It was getting dark and visibility became an issue. You scratched your face a few times hitting loose branches and you swear you felt his claws graze you more than once. It was hard to tell. For your sanity and safety, you made the decision to call it quits for the day and head back inside.
As you stepped into the small cabin, you felt him walk past you and openly invite himself in. You raise an eyebrow, concerned and confused. It was a small cabin with an open-concept design. No way you were expected to share the cabin with this asshole.
He noticed the distraught look on your face and he just gave you a grin. “Listen up princess. I got here before you. If anything, you are the one stepping into MY territory”, he suddenly declared, becoming rather territorial and defensive.
You glanced at the small bed pushed to the corner of the room. It was a double bed but you were absolutely not in a million years sharing a bed with this jerk.
The same jerk who pushes you aside to get ahead and plop onto the mattress, leaving you standing in dismay.
“Are you kidding me? Where the hell do I sleep?”, you ask, trying to tame your anger. Can't stoop to his level.
“Not my problem”, he shrugged and turned to his side, his back against you.
You scan the small cabin, looking for something you could lay on for the night. Even the damn couch was a small one-seater. It was becoming apparent that this WAS part of your training.
Your body was sore and you could use a quick shower to wash off the stench of failure and misery. You get into the small bath and take your quick shower, your eyes fixated on the sliding bathroom door that has no locks. You change into your evening clothes and step back out into the open space. Damn, the cabin could use more walls.
For a few minutes, you just stood in the middle of the room, staring intensely at the man who appeared to have fallen asleep. You couldn't sleep on the cold hard wooden floors. But that small little space on the edge of the bed seemed enticing enough.
You decide to be the mature one and slowly crawl yourself into bed next to him with your own back against his. His back was a solid wall of warmth that you could feel with your body's barely touching. You take a deep breath, close your heavy eyelids and allow for the warmth to wrap you up like a blanket. His breath was barely audible but it was there. Your own heart started beating like a drum in your ribcage. Damn! You try to remind yourself that this was the same asshole who tried to slice your face off during training with no hesitation. He was NOT an attractive man whatsoever. Nope!
Not that sexy blue hair, that perfectly sculpted body and that shitty pussy-eating grin! Fuck! His grin will be haunting your wet dreams, that much is for certain. You squeeze your thighs together to fizzle out that heated sensation before it spreads out.
“Fuck! Your damn heart is so loud. Tell it to shut up!”, he suddenly said, which made you flinch. He was awake?
You quickly place your hand on your chest, almost like soothing a child to settle down. But it wouldn't settle down. And you know what else wouldn't settle down? Your spontaneous and uninvited arousal. Your entire body felt like it was on fire. Now you are extra fidgety and squirmy.
“Hey, fuck off somewhere else if ya gonna be loud!”, he growled again but didn't move a muscle. At least he ain't kicking you off the bed.
You bite your lower lip and try to think of something else. Something you hate about him. His short temper. His destructive attitude. His impulsiveness. His possessiveness. His feral nature. Fuck! As you lay down quietly and mentally list all those undesirable qualities, you just realize it's what made him more attractive. Your damp panties were now creating an itch.
Your eyes shot open when you heard some shuffling next to you. You turn your head and find him sitting up and staring at you point-blank.
“What?”, you ask, hoping he would just get fed up and leave, granting you the entire bed.
“Fuck, you horny?”
“No!” You don't shout, you cry in denial and frustration.
“I can smell your damn arousal”. Ah yes, this feral beast can probably smell a leaking pussy a mile away.
Your face is slowly changing colors, turning pink to red right before his eyes. Your eyes meet for a second and his gaze suddenly softens.
“Ah, shit. Now ya got me all worked up”, he sighed, his soft attitude a little alarming and unexpected.
Your gaze slowly travels down his body and lands on what appears to be a massive erection underneath his tight pants. You want to apologize. But that would be admitting that you were horny.
“What? Haven't seen a fuck'n erection before? Keep staring at it and it might double in size”, he joked bluntly.
You close your eyes and try to find that inner peace that will carry you through the night. First thing tomorrow morning you are leaving this place. You plop back down on your side and try to ignore the fact that you were wet, clit throbbing madly, and the man behind you was hard under his pants.
Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.
You suddenly felt something happy and hard poke your rear end.
“What are you doing??” you asked, panicked and flustered.
“Shut up. I can't control it”, was his excuse. Suddenly the small gap between you two was gone and his hard body was pressed up against your back. You could feel his cock twitching and dancing, almost crying to be set free. “Why ya gotta smell so good?”, he whispered in your ears while fighting back the instinctive urge to just ravage you. He noticed the blush spreading to your ears.
“Do you need some help?”, you bravely offer. Might as well considering how you two were in this unusual situation.
“You sure you won't regret it later?”, he asked, not denying the offer but you didn't expect him to ask either. Where was that impulsivity?
You nod a firm no. What's the worst that could happen? You jerk him off and maybe it leads to some one-time hot sex. Maybe getting laid would do you some good and clear your mind.
Heh.
His pants and underwear came right off as soon as you sat up. You stare at the massive length that he so proudly flexed and it sure grew an inch just from staring.
You reach for the base of his thick cock and begin stroking it masterfully.
“Wow! You touched dicks before”, he commented, which was a failed attempt at a compliment.
“Shut up!” you snapped at him. You felt the dry friction created by your palms against his veiny surface. “Dry as hell”.
“So…spit on it”, he was quick to suggest. Shameless.
You look up at him and shake your head in disbelief, mostly because you were doing exactly what he suggested. You gathered up a mouthful and that was enough to make the glide a little more smooth and tolerable.
He reclined back, savouring the moment. He couldn't remember exactly when he had a woman because it didn't take long for him to leak some precum, adding to the shine and lustre.
“Take off your pants”, he ordered.
“What!?”
“Take off your damn pants woman. I can smell you dripping and I can't relax knowing that”.
You bite your lower lip in hesitation but realize you were making it awkward by stalling. So you finally wiggle your pants off, revealing your white damp panties. He quickly covered his nose with his elbow, his eyes almost rotating to the back of his skull.
“Fuck it stinks good. Too good”, came his muffled voice in his elbow.
“Hey! Would you just shut up if you don't even know how to flatter a girl!” Your grip on his cock tightens which has him growling in a mixture of bliss and discomfort.
“Fuck, ease up won't ya. Are you in heat?” His blue eyes are starting to dilate, slowly giving in to his innate desire to breed.
“I suppose I'm ovulating”, you reply back without much thought or what it might do to his animalistic tendencies.
But a switch did flip on. Because his fingers were now crawling toward your panties and rubbing against the damp spot that was slowly spreading. He could feel the texture of your pussy lips behind that thin sheet of fabric and the more he rubbed the stronger the sweet alluring scent grew.
Electric shocks jolt your body as he touches you for the first time. One hand loosely chokes his cock, and your other hand drops to the side as you clench onto the bed sheets.
You watch him retreat his hand after his initial inspection and he boldly licks his finger. “Fuck that taste good”. He looks at you like a famished beast, waiting for a response.
Your body is burning up and you have no idea what to even do or say at this point. This asshole was too sexy when he was aroused. “Freak”, you mumbled and continued to pump his cock, hoping he would take the lead.
But he didn't. He just sat there, watching you jerk him off, noticing how your entire body danced with each stroke. You try so hard to avoid eye contact but you have to take a peek and witness that aroused look on his face again.
He just had a cocky smirk on his face when you did steal another glance and it just had you flustered. “What are you gawking at?”.
“Too stubborn to ask me to return the favour?” He knew you were hot and bothered but your pride was just as stiff as his.
You quickly let go of his cock and proceed to get up and walk away. You couldn't deal with this asshole when you were so embarrassed and horny to even think straight.
You felt a tight grip on your wrist and he pulled you down flat on your back. He got on top, straddled your hips and pinned both your arms over your head.
“Take this as part of your training. Tell me…what do you want?” he tried again, his hard length resting on your exposed belly as your shirt was slightly lifted up.
“Grimmjow, like fuck off! I ain't begging like a slut in heat”.
“But you are in heat. And it's fuck'n drivin’ me nuts. Literally nuts”, he explained while dragging his heavy balls up your belly.
“Why don't you beg for me! Why do you expect a woman to be the one begging when you are clearly in a rut?”
“You're to blame!” he ranted.
“Grimmjow! You crossed the line here!” you shout, your voice a little raspy and croaked. You try to struggle and squirm but he has a tight grasp on you.
“Sorry! Fuck, I can't think straight”, he apologized. HE APOLOGIZED! Whether the said apology was authentic or not was questionable but what unfolded next had completely dissolved your anger in a heartbeat.
His lips came crashing down against yours and you stopped struggling against him. The intensity of the kiss surprised you. It was rough but passionate. There was hunger but also sincerity. His impatient lips didn't stay shut for long and soon his tongue also joined the party in your mouth.
He let go of your wrists, his hands roaming across your body, preparing you for the most intimate moments soon to unravel. He hurriedly took off your shirt and everything underneath that was in the way. While maintaining lip contact, you pull his shirt up towards his chest and he pulls it off and tosses it to wherever.
The kissing is loud and wet. His fingers are creeping into the elastic of your panties, slowly crawling toward your heated wet sex. He feels your hard clitoris along the way, earning him a muffled moan from you as his fingers lightly skim past it to rest on your sheltered wet pussy lips. Your hips involuntary buckle into his touch, his own erection pressing hard into your thigh.
“Fuck…you are…dripping…good”, he commented between the kisses. He pulls away from your lips and drags your panties down your thighs and off your ankles. He scrunched up the wet fabric into a ball in his fist and gave it a sniff before kissing it and tossing it to the side.
Your heart hammers against your chest. Your body tingles from witnessing his actions. This asshole may not know how to say it but he sure knows how to show it. You were driving him insane.
His sharp claws were a nuisance as he couldn't finger you. But he had a tongue that worked just fine. And a fine job it did. He nestled down comfortably between your thighs, face buried into your folds and tongue lapping away hungrily as if he was digging for treasure.
You can't hold it any longer. Your legs wrap around his head and push him further in, begging to be tongued deeper. And in a matter of minutes, you are reduced to a panting mess, quaking beneath him like an animal in heat. Your hips lunge forward, pussy fluttering around his lips as he draws out the last of your inaugural orgasm of the night.
He wrestled his way out of your leg lock and pressed his fat mushroom tip up against your folds, dragging it up and down to gather some of the messy fluids. His hands rest on your hips to pin you down as he slowly opens you up, his cock pushing through your wet walls with very little resistance. He was a nice fit. For now.
“Look at that. Your pussy was made for my cock”, he joked once he penetrated all the way through. Your walls were quivering around his length, massaging it along the way.
The flow of his thrusts was rhythmic, aimed with perfection and instinctive. The harder he rammed his hips into you, the louder you screamed in pleasure. And with each screaming moan, the ropes holding his inner restraints were slowly unwinding.
“Ah shit”, he felt funny. His dick was getting heavier and starting to drag inside you.
“Ugh~ how can you ugh~ keep growing”, you let out a strained moan.
“Fuck, I think I’m knottin’”, he revealed, his thrusts slowing down due to the increased resistance. There was so much your walls could expand and accommodate his transfigured size.
You want to squirm away from the freak but it was painful to even flex a muscle. He leaned forward and buried his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your skin. You felt the tip of his bulbous cock kiss your cervix as it inflated. His claws dig into plush hips, pinning you down further so you can’t escape while he breeds you. A gush of warmth filled your womb and he let out a whimper of a groan, the vibrations tickled the side of your neck. He continued to claw at your skin, raking his nails and scratching your hips and thighs as he tried to overcome a very intense and continuous orgasm.
“Grimm-ugh~jow!” You felt your belly ache but he was still locked inside you.
“Why won’t it go down!”, he groaned, his dick now beyond sensitive and still jammed and lodged deep inside you.
“You need to pull out! My belly hurts!” You yell. But he couldn’t even nudge without causing you physical pain.
His hand travelled from your new bruises on your thighs and up towards your belly where he rests the palm of his hand. “You mean here? Shit I came so much I might have knocked you up”. He pressed down hard onto your stomach, feeling his own hard cock bulging on the other side.
Your eyelids snapped upwards, revealing just the whites of your eyes. A mixture of pain and pleasure had robbed you of your sobriety. His creamy fertile cum came gushing out like a wave from the sides of his shaft and squirted out of your stretched-out stuffed-up hole.
“There ya go. Made some more room in there”, he grinned, his grip on you tightened. Cum leaked down your thighs and onto the only bedsheets that were provided for this journey.
Arms wrapped protectively around your waist, he shuffled and maneuvered himself into a sitting position and pulled you onto his lap. You clamped down direly onto his cock, expecting his sudden movements to hurt but it was surprisingly a smooth transition.
“What now?” You asked, unsure how long he would be uncomfortably locked into you.
He just shrugged his shoulders. “If I knew that I would already be pounding into you for another round”.
You just let out a sigh of exhaustion and rest your head on his shoulder.
And you waited.
And waited.
And waited.
“Can’t you just cum already?”, you asked impatiently.
“You want me to shred your pussy?” He would even do it if you weren’t a human.
“No….but we can’t stay like this for hours?” You admitted.
“I ain’t complaining!”
“Grimmjow!”
“Tch….than talk dirty or something.”
“What?”
“You got porn?”
You nod your head a ‘no’. There was no phone reception to even make a phone call let alone stream some porn.
“So talk dirty. Say something hot”.
“I am not talking like a slut”, you refused and just slumped back down onto his shoulder.
“Well hope you don’t mind sleeping with my dick up there”, he joked.
With your hot sweaty bodies flushed together, you grabbed his hand and placed it in front of your pelvis where you were connected for an unknown amount of time. He raised his eyebrows to question you but once he felt your swollen clit, he grinned and began to roughly rub the swollen nub.
“Grimmjow...ugh”, you hiss, your body trying to retract back but it can’t.
He bit his lower lip to calm himself down from the excitement, his hand now tenderly making circles but now he was very light with his touch.
You place your hand on top to guide him. Clearly he hadn’t rubbed a lot of clits considering his feral nature to just fuck and breed. He followed your guidance and soon he had the right pressure and rhythm set up. Your insides would twitch and clench around his fat cock, making him groan from the stimulation.
“Please say something dirty”, he begged. It was taking longer than expected. 15 minutes had gone by since he began stimulating your clit but the gentle pussy flutters were just not doing it for him. And your orgasm wasn’t coming through from the anxiety.
You had to shove your dignity to the corner. You look him in the eyes, noticing his desperation tucked away by his ego.
“Come on Grimmjow. Cum for me”, you tried in a more monotone voice.
He just gave you a ‘really? You can do better’ look.
You bit your lower lip and leaned forward, whispering into his sensitive ears.
“Cum for me baby. Cum hard inside my pussy”, you cringe inwardly.
“That’s it babe. Keep going”, he encouraged, his cock twitching like mad inside you.
You reach down and under with one hand and begin to massage his heavy sac, squeezing it gently hoping that would speed things up.
“That’s it. Squeeze all that hot sticky cum inside me. Creampie me and ….breed me up”.
That did it! It triggered that switch again. He felt another wave hit him. And you picked up on that cue.
One hand still massaging your clit, and his other sharp claws were scraping along your delicate back as he arched his hips upwards, as if his cock had more places to go. Your own dull nails were digging into the flesh of his shoulders, your moans muffled into his neck while your body contracted reflexively to accept what came your way. “Fuck, cum for me Grimmjow. Let my pussy milk your cock dry. Be a good boy and get mama pregnant”.
He pumped you full of his rich thick seed, the sheer volume unable to be contained within the finite space that was your womb. This round lasted longer than the previous, your inside walls squeezing around him and overstimulating the sensitive tip. His head fell back onto your shoulder and he whimpered in pleasure until he emptied his balls.
There was a moment of silence. Just the heavy breathing and an occasional groan from Grimmjow as his cock began to soften and shrink inside you.
“Good boy? Mama?”, he chuckled once he regained his bearings.
“Shut up! It just came out in the heat of the moment!”, you snapped and pulled your head away from his shoulder.
His hand came forward to cup your chin and a fierce kiss landed your way. His lips pressed against yours, a hint of affection hidden behind that crude touch, his nails still digging into your numb thighs as he held you close. You responded back by threading your fingers through his blue hair.
Getting lost in the rare tender moment, he finally opened his eyes and something caught his attention.
“What’s that?”, he asked, pulling away from the kiss that left you breathless and tingly.
You turn your head to the side and notice a thin trail of smoke emitted by burning incense. You look back at Grimmjow with a shocked expression. “It’s incense. Did you?”
“Do I look like the type to sniff the daisies?” He replied impatiently.
Of course not. Who else had access to this cabin? Your eyes widened in shock but you shouldn’t be that surprised. ‘Keep your nose to the ground’ he warned. You cursed Kisuke under your gasping breath.
“It’s an aphrodisiac. That Urahara bastard is so dead”, you grit your teeth, which had your pelvic floor clench around his soft flesh, making him twitch and come alive again.
“Heh. That explains why I went into a frenzy and knotted”, he explained, unapologetically might I add.
You close your eyes and search for the right thing to say at this time. Your body was sore, full of scratches and bruises, stretched out, and not to mention the thick semen that still sat in your womb and plugged up by his reawakened cock.
You were sizzling. Once the euphoric high wore off, anger spread like a roaring thunder. You hated Kisuke. You hated his schemes. Was it his way to tame Grimmjow? You promised yourself you would not follow Kisuke’s plan and grant him the gratification of submission.
a/n: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy this plotless smut! And I agree, Lieutenant Aizen is fire!
Mr. and Miss. Perfect Sunshine. The golden couple.
On the surface, they are the epitome of perfection: always smiling, and exuding a warmth that draws people to them like moths to a flame. To outsiders, they are the idol picture-perfect couple. They play the part flawlessly, with polished manners and heartfelt compliments, their relationship a well-choreographed performance that leaves everyone admiring their charm and chemistry. They thrive on this adoration, using it to cement their image as the ideal pair. But every compliment they give and every good deed they perform is carefully chosen to serve their own ultimate ending.
They are the chameleons of charm. The only person who was very cautious and suspicious of this relationship (and the participants) was thankfully missing in action. Gone on a mission. Leaving you two to your own devices.
You were walking back to your squad where your Lieutenant was eagerly waiting for your arrival. You were very late. It was only lunchtime but you promised ‘lunch’ with him. However, along the way, an elderly couple hijacked you to help them with some short errands. Well, those errands dragged on and on until you had to cheerfully excuse yourself with a smile so radiant it would stop their fragile old hearts.
You skipped away but as soon as you were out of sight, you began running. You never show such haste as being punctual is part of your perfect image. But your partner in crime was waiting, probably ‘hungry’ and drained from being exploited by his Captain.
You stormed into the Captain’s office, panting and found your Lieutenant sitting behind a desk, drowned in paperwork, as usual.
“You're late”, he commented without really looking up from the documents he was silently scanning with his tired eyes. His glasses fit him so perfectly that they never once slid off the bridge of his nose despite keeping his face buried in paperwork most of the day. Oh, you hated how your Captain took advantage of Aizen’s assiduousness and dedication. Although all his hard work was not in good faith, that scheme still had a century before it played out. Aizen will definitely burn out before that time comes. You swear you saw some faint dark circles taking shape under his eyes.
“Had some complications. Why are you still working when Captain Hirako isn’t even around”. You walk towards him, your body instantly relaxing from carrying the day-long burden of pretending to be someone you weren't.
“Why are you still dressed when I called you for our ‘lunch’ meeting?” He finally put down his pen and straightened his back and you could hear a few cracks vibrate from his stiff spine.
“Don’t you want actual food first? You must be starving”, you asked while standing across the wide desk, far from his grasp.
“I’ve waited all day for this. Now let’s see what scandalous outfit you picked out for me this time”. He took off his glasses, massaged the bridge of his nose and comfortably leaned back on his chair.
It’s not surprising that Aizen had an interest in what you wore and how you wore it. His taste was very refined and sophisticated, with the discerning eye of a true connoisseur. Unfortunately, being part of the army limited his creativity. So Aizen found a discreet way to play out his fantasy and satisfy his thirst for fashion. Although one might argue that wearing lingerie under your uniform wasn’t exactly fashionable but rather an indecent display of distasteful vulgarity and disrespect to everything the Gotei 13 represents. Aizen will be the judge of that.
“Not in our Captain’s office! Someone will walk in! You know Captain Hirako left some spies to keep an eye on you”, you protest without much weight to your concerns. Being exposed was part of the excitement. The thought alone had your clit throbbing. Yes, Mr. and Miss. Perfect weren’t so perfect after all. Shocking.
“Y/N, don’t make me repeat myself”, he warned, his voice not changing tone but you could tell he was losing his patience. He casually rested his elbow on the arm of the chair, his fingers loosely curled under his chin as he waited for you to reveal your hidden surprise. For a second, he appeared like a king sitting on a throne, waiting for his loyal subjects to tend to his needs.
And tend you shall.
Without further hesitation, you followed his orders. You slowly stripped away your dignity and finally stood before him, wearing a new set of lingerie that you had selected to please his weary eyes.
The lingerie you wore was a two-piece: a very short robe where the length barely covered your ass and was held together by satin strings along the midline and complementing panties to match the above.
His eyes scanned you from head to toe. He was silently observing and judging the piece of fabric that clung to your body, barely shielding the necessities from lustful eyes. Did it fit well? Was the material good quality? Did it compliment your body: from your physique to your eye and hair color and style? Most importantly, did it make his dick stand up?
He felt a slight twitch in his pants but it wasn’t enough to call for attention. You could see the disappointment in his eyes. Without his glasses, he was easier to read. But being aware of his true powers, you never trusted his appearance and your own judgement.
“I thought you would like this one. I got it from a luxury store back in the world of the living and it certainly broke my bank”, you explained as you walked closer to him so he could get a better view. Perhaps the lighting was off in the room.
“You will be compensated for the money you spent. That should never be the issue”. He watched as you approached him, his pupils re-adjusting to capture the fine details his eyes could not pick up earlier. However, it still didn’t meet his refined standards.
You didn’t understand what was lacking. The design was exactly to his preference and the color was neutral, not visually abrasive. Your shoulders slumped in defeat. He reached over to grab hold of your wrist and had you sitting in his lap, your back against his chest.
His wandering hands started from your chest and delicately traced downwards towards your waist. He wasn’t exactly exploring your body but rather telling you where you fell short on your mission. One hand resting on your thigh as an anchor, his other hand gracefully landed on your stomach. The warmth radiating from his hands was a soothing reminder that he was still very possessive of you, knowing there would come a day when he may have to abandon his possessions to take on a new role.
You let out a soft moan through your parted lips, letting him know you very much invited his hands to go where they pleased. He did not need any invitation to touch his own treasures but he allowed you to play on that fantasy that you had some control in the relationship. He moved towards the poorly woven fabric that covered your needy sex and he felt the dampness against his fingertips. His middle finger continued to graze upon the damp spot, the heat leaving a tingling sensation on his sensitive fingertips.
You could feel him grow hard as you squirmed slightly on his lap to readjust and avoid the harsh poke. Once comfortable, you melt into his warm touch like ice dissolving into water, your free will flowing away into a shapeless puddle of surrender.
He continued to tease you over the thin layer of fabric, his finger running up and down, feeling the outline and texture of your pussy folds. He had memorized your body and didn’t need to look to see where he was going because his middle finger landed on your clit and it had you shuddering as a jolt of electricity ran up your spine from the press of a button.
“Beautiful”, he whispered into your ears, tickling your eardrums. The way that single word just rolled off his tongue made your ovaries cramp. It wasn't the lingerie he was judging but rather what lay beneath it. Your pussy.
He continued to draw circles, tracing your lips and clit until you had completely soaked through the fabric and your arousal was seeping through, coating his middle finger.
“Look down”, he ordered and you glanced down between your legs. You noticed how thin the fabric was, you could clearly see your pussy as the wet spot had made a clear window for a nice peep show. “Cheap fabric. Not exactly rain resistant”, he joked but didn’t laugh. It did earn a small giggle from you.
His hand suddenly grabbed the fabric and he bunched it up in his hand and slid his hand up towards your clit. You could feel the fabric gather, reducing the surface area as it fell in between your pussy lips and digging into your cunt. You closed your eyes and unexpectedly buckled your hips into his hand, wanting more of that friction against your sex. “Open your eyes and look”, he ordered again. So you look back down and notice how the fabric is aligned, your labia spilling to the side to allow the fabric to nestle between your lips. “Good fabric should not tear so easily”, he whispered.
“Tear? But it hasn’t torn-ugh Sosuke ah easy”, you let out a mixture of sharp moans and gasps. Your mind was trying to escape but your body was leaning more into the wedged-up fabric that was a sad excuse of lingerie. You felt your body convulse with your clit becoming entrapped beneath the bunched-up cloth, stimulating it and with Aizen tugging on it further, you felt your impending release creep up quicker than expected.
And then came the sound of fabric tearing. The tension around your crotch and pussy disappeared along with your orgasm, leaving you disappointed and disgruntled. Your pussy fluttered from the sudden abandonment but that feeling didn’t last long. You heard a knock on the door and your heart began to race in your throat.
You already had a feeling Aizen would invite the unexpected guests in, only to toy with your current flustered state. You quickly slid from his lap and crouched down under the table in the small space provided for some leg room.
You roll your eyes as you hear a bunch of giggling women walk into the office. It was always the same damsel in distress performance to get closer to the Lieutenant and flirt with him, knowing all too well that he was taken.
Aizen could detect your frustration and annoyance, your hands resting on his knees and nails digging into his thighs. He casually and patiently conversed with the women, the questions they asked were nothing but trivial matters. His one hand was writing on a piece of paper while his other hand crawled under the table to undo his pants and let free of his achy hard cock.
Your eyes lit up. You were quick to grab him by the base and kiss the tip. It was your chance to get back at him for leaving you all flustered and deprived to attend to these ladies fawning all over him for some attention. He loved the attention. It stroked his ego. But now you’ll stroke his cock.
As the bulbous head hit the back of your throat, you felt him slightly squirm on the chair. Good! You tenderly massaged his balls with your hands while giving him head, careful to stay hidden and unnoticed by the unwanted intruders. You could tell from his voice he was growing impatient by the babbling bunch. For a second you thought to give them a hint of what was happening under the table but that would have tarnished the perfect image of the perfect virtuous couple. So you just silently sucked away at his cock until he finally dismissed them.
You heard the door close behind them, the sound of disappointment in their voices made you grin. You pulled him out of your mouth and stroked his length, making it shine from your saliva.
“Enjoying your meal?”, he asked without really looking down at you.
You shimmy your way back out into the open, your mouth and pussy a drooling mess. You move yourself back on his lap but this time facing him. Guiding his cock into your sloppy pussy, you wrap one arm around his neck and your other hand fixes his glasses that he hurriedly put back on when the rowdy bunch walked in.
“I know you have to get back to work. You think you can focus while I sit on your lap?”, you invite him to the challenge.
With his cock throbbing deep inside your walls, he tugged on the strings that held up your top. Slowly it unravels to expose the rest of your skin. Your beauty is on full display. This was way better than any lingerie you could possibly showcase.
“You underestimate me, my dear y/n. Sit silently on my lap as I work past twilight and let us see who fails to focus”.
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The next day, Captain Hirako returned from his mission. He stepped into his office and was already aware of what had transpired during his absence. The smell and stains were evident enough but Aizen was crafty to taunt his Captain by leaving behind the torn fabrics of your lingerie.
"SOSUKE AIZEN! GET YOUR FAKE PRISTINE ASS IN MY OFFICE...NOW!"
One of the reasons I fell so hard for Szayel wayyyy back when was because of his crazy ass abilities. Specifically his voodoo dolls. It stands to reason that he’d make one of his little assistant. He’d be such a fucking menace with it. ;)
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Szayelaporro x Reader
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✗ Warning: Smut. nsfw. Modern Corporate au. Our Szayel is a warning of itself. Proceed with caution.
✗ a/n: @saltychonk I know how much you love those dolls. Hope you enjoy this, or at least it brings a small smile to your face! ❤️ This is my modern-day twist on his abilities.
“Fuck!”
You spilled some hot coffee on yourself again. Luckily, the waterproof fabric of your lab coat prevented a third-degree burn, and all you had to worry about was the mess you made in the lunchroom.
Yes, blame it on your unexplained spastic muscle movements that for some reason triggered after you joined the company three months ago. You attributed it to the possible chemical fumes you are constantly inhaling or maybe the 5 cups of coffee you consumed to get through the day.
Nonetheless, these ‘clumsy’ moments were getting worse. Not just with coffee. You've caught yourself from falling several times as your legs threatened to give out on you. How about the time when you almost walked into a wall? Fortunately, nothing terrible has happened while handling dangerous chemicals or conducting research. Staying laser-focused on a task seemed to have done you well. But as soon as you left your work station, you left a trail of minor disasters behind you.
A visit to the doctor was useless. Nothing showed up in the blood work and nerve studies. The doctor guessed it was probably Tourette’s, brushing you off as soon as they slapped on that diagnosis. And so you didn't think much of it. As long as your work wasn't compromised, you would gladly accept the challenge and take it one day at a time. The pay and benefits were too good to make a huge fuss over it.
Speaking of work…
Today was the day. Your three-month probation was up, and you had your performance review set up. Hopefully, your little mishaps will not be taken into consideration. You promised them you were healthy! Well, at least physically healthy.
You sat in an empty office— the CEO’s office. You only met the mysterious man once during your initial interview. He didn't talk much and only observed you from a distance while the other two interviewers grilled you with questions.
You hated interviews, and you definitely thought you bombed it. It was a pleasant surprise when you got your offer letter. The three months sure flew by.
Anyway, back to the CEO. He still hadn’t arrived, so you waited patiently, trying to piece together his personality by judging his furniture. It was blatantly obvious he was a minimalist. Nothing really stood out in his office—just a plain, boring canvas that could’ve used a splash of color. Everything was spotless—nothing out of line, screaming perfectionist. The room smelled like Lysol wipes and freshly squeezed lemons, a sterile kind of clean that cleared up your sinuses.
You heard footsteps. Your heart began to race as you glanced over your shoulder towards the open door. The CEO himself was the first to enter, instantly bringing color to the room. His pink hair stood out, bright enough to make the dull space feel a little more alive and almost welcoming.
He wasn't alone– two other men accompanied him. They were shareholders in his pharmaceutical empire and, therefore, had a say in the matter of your future employment.
He sat down, and the other two grabbed rolling office chairs and dragged them towards him. With him in the centre, your eyes were all over him.
Again, he did not participate. He just quietly observed from across the desk, one hand stuffed in the pockets of his lab coat, and his other hand tapping so gently on the desk to intentionally distract you. Well, the finger tapping was the least of your worries.
Your body felt off. A wave of silent heat suddenly enveloped your body, stirring something deeper than a sweat. Your nerves were tickled— your body twitched in places that were not (yet) visible. There was a steady pulse throbbing between your legs.
You pressed your legs together, the heat growing, along with a pool of dampness. You clenched your pelvic floor muscles, trying to fight off an unwanted and unexpected arousal. What was happening to your body?
You were distracted. The two shareholders continued to talk about your performance, their voices a distant murmur, muffled and warped like echoes underwater. Their words slipped past you, lost in the haze clouding your mind. Luckily, they did not ask you any questions and said their part before turning to face the boss, the CEO, the man who had the final say, Szayelaporro.
You clenched your jaw, and your body was starting to tremble slightly. The arousal was growing. Your bundle of nerves were being teased by something invisible. You would take a clumsy fall any day over this humiliation.
When it came time for the CEO to say his piece, the strange feeling quickly disappeared. Just as you were about to reach your peak, his voice, sultry yet malicious, pulled you out of your anticlimactic daze.
“Are you alright? You look rather…clammy. Nervous?”, he asked, staring directly into your eyes.
You felt a shiver run down your spine, but quickly fixed your posture, ignoring the dewy folds you sat on. “I am fine, thank you”.
“Well, based on your performance, we think you are useful to me and we have decided to keep you.” He paused for a second to give you a chance to react. As soon as your lips curled into an excited smile, he continued, “But there is one last test I have to put you through. Are you prepared for that?”.
“Of course!”, you replied eagerly. You foolishly thought it would be some written test.
The two other men got up to leave the room, and once the door closed behind them, Szayelaporro pushed his hands back into the deep pockets of his lab coat. He stood up and turned his back against you to look out the window.
“When will I be taking this test?”, you asked, starting to squirm a little in your chair.
Szayelaporro tilted his head to the side, a grin slowly spreading from cheek to cheek that you could not see.
Your eyes jolted wide open, your knees stiffened, and you threw your head back. A low, raspy moan escaped your lips.
“Now”, you heard him say between the blissful waves of pleasure that were crawling up your body. That feeling had returned, but it was far more intense than before.
You were tense and sweating, soft lips pitted ever so slightly from the impression of your teeth. Vision became blurry with your tears and you had lost yourself in that moment. The world around you dimmed, muffled, as if drowning underwater. All that remained was the pounding of your heart and throbbing of your sex.
“Getting aroused at a time like this? How very inconvenient”.
His muffled voice echoed into your ears, louder than before, as if he were standing right beside you. It pierced through the haze, pulling you back just enough to realize that he was, in fact, standing right beside you.
That sensation had disappeared once more, toying with your emotions and worse, your sanity. You want to burst into tears and run out of the room. However, your legs felt heavy and your body limp, like a doll.
You decided to focus your attention back to the CEO; his bright pink hair seemed to have lured you out of that growing despair. He leaned casually against the desk directly in front of you. He was so close, you could smell his citrus cologne.
He was smiling.
Was he getting a kick out of your misery? Was he aware of what demon possibly possessed you? You did not believe in spirits, but you were ready to call for an exorcist.
“No. Period cramps”, you lied, leaning forward to exaggerate the discomfort in your belly. It wasn’t a complete lie. You did feel discomfort and ‘cramps’ in your pelvic area.
“Oh? Would you like me to rub your belly?”, he suddenly offered.
You looked up at him, wondering if that was the ‘test’.
“No, I’ll be fine, thank you”.
His hands were still in his pockets, digging for ‘treasure’. That mischievous grin did not leave his beautifully contoured face.
“I do have to say, I am surprised by the lie you chose to tell. You are nowhere near your period. In fact, you are close to ovulation, if anything”. And he said all that as if it was normal to know such intimate details about a random person’s menstrual cycle. So nonchalant and matter-of-fact kind of way.
“Oh, don’t look so shocked. You gave us your blood sample when you applied for this job”, he created another suspenseful pause. “And no, you do not suffer from a neurological disease. I have simply been ‘toying’ with you”.
“What?” You are confused and stunned, unable to comprehend what he just said. It was otherworldly magic he spoke of.
Szayelaporro finally removed his hands from his pockets to reveal his little secret. You squint your eyes to make out the details. Once your dilated pupils took it all in, your eyes snapped wide open, shock paralyzing you.
He was holding a small doll that looked very much like you. The facial details and even the clothing matched your description.
“What the hell is that!?”, you asked, intimidated but brave enough to snap at him.
“Oh? A doll”, he replied, offering no further emphasis or explanation.
“No! I mean, why the hell does it look like me?”
“Oh? Does it?” He held the mini-you doll up to his face and examined it closely. He looked back at you and smiled. “Well, what a coincidence. Clearly, whoever made this has good taste”.
He shook the doll gently, and you heard some rattling come from within. You felt nauseous, your lunch threatening to make an escape.
He popped the head open and he pulled out what seemed to be a tiny ….. uterus. You saw a display of other tiny organs dancing within the cavity of the doll. He had no interest in the rest. Crushing his opponent’s organs is how he landed at the top of his industry. With you, he had other plans.
You think it’s a kid's learning toy. However, he quickly proved you wrong.
The little piece danced between his fingertips, your eyes carefully following it, unsure of what was even happening.
Without a thought, he dragged his unusually long tongue along the surfaces of the tiny piece. You felt something scrape along the inside of your uterus.
“What the…!!!!.”
He stopped, so did the sensation.
And if you still hadn't made that association, he tried it again.
“Stop!” you begged, watching him flick his tongue along the mini-uterus. Apparently, it represented your uterus.
“So you’ve figured it out?”
Your insides are cramping in a strange way. Your panties are damp and he could smell your arousal.
“How the hell are you doing this? Magic!?” Absurd for a scientist like yourself to believe in magic.
“Magic? No, my dear, this is … let’s say a gift from my previous life”, he tried to explain, but it was no better than the ‘magic’ logic.
“So you’ve been…manipulating me all this time? All those falls and accidents? It was because of that?” You pointed towards your doll, the head was still popped open, your insides exposed.
He screwed your head back on and tucked the doll back inside the pockets of his lap coat. “Maybe. Maybe not. But don’t you worry your pretty little head. I will never harm your little doll”.
Harm?!
With that little piece of organ rolling between his thumb and index finger, he brought it up towards his lips, and you expected him to give it another lick. You brace for the worst.
Instead, his long tongue crept out between his lips and scooped up the toy piece. It slithered back into his mouth, the little trinket tucked away like a prize.
By now, you’d put two and two together—he could manipulate your body using that little mini-you doll. You assumed that crushing it would kill you. But what about eating pieces of your organs? What kind of twisted plan did this cannibal have in mind?
“Confused? Don't be. If you can pass my next test, the job is yours”, he explained. He sat on the desk, one leg crossed over the other, quietly observing how you and your body responded to his twisted scheme.
It was only a matter of time before the ‘spell’ took full hold. Whatever he had done, it was far worse than anything you’d endured up to this point.
Your skin felt prickly and sensitive, even your clothes felt like a burden. That sensation travelled down your body, leaving a trail of perspiration and shivers until that feeling finally settled between your legs.
You pressed your thighs together, seeking friction to scratch that itch, the growing dampness adding to the irritation. Not that you had any experience, but it felt like you had downed a bottle of aphrodisiacs. You had become like an animal in heat.
He continued to watch with a smug look on his face, his plan finally coming to fruition. You wanted to bolt out of the room, far away from him, but your legs were dead weight. Besides, you could not walk the hallways in your current condition.
“Need some help?”, he offered.
Silence was denial. You bit your tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction he craved.
“Stubbornness doesn't quite suit you. I have the antidote to your problem. All you have to do is ask nicely”. Either way, he didn't mind what path you chose. It was entertaining to watch you struggle.
Antidote? There was a remedy to your problem? A problem he created!
You forced down what little pride you had left and rested your hand on his knee.
“Please…”
“Please what? Be more specific”. Oh, he was certainly testing you-- testing your patience.
“Please, give me that antidote”, you tried again.
He jumped off the table and grabbed your hand. He peeled you off the cushioned chair and kicked the rolling chair out of the way. Slowly creeping his way behind you, he placed his pointy chin onto your right shoulder.
“I thought you’d never ask”, he whispered.
This was not the antidote you expected.
He pushed you forward, your chest landed flat on the table. His hands moved around your waist, undoing your pants and lowering them as if it were the normal thing to do.
“What the hell kind of antidote is that? A suppository?” You didn't squirm. You didn't fight him. You had no willpower to do so. Whatever he had to offer, you would gladly take it just to get rid of the discomfort.
“Exactly”. His chuckle went unnoticed.
He shuffled around behind you. He took off his belt and tossed it on the desk, just barely missing your face. The sharp sound of zipper tearing its way down echoed in the room. Your instinctive reaction to that sound was to clench from below.
There was some pressure-- something hard, rounded and smooth was poking you, trying to pry open your wet folds.
“Ease up. You will choke the precious antidote before it even enters your body”. His tone was a touch softer than before— just enough to fool you into lowering your guard. And you handed over your trust, as if it held no value anymore.
You trusted him to take care of your problem.
And take care he did.
“That’s it. Open up wide and take your..…medicine”, he slammed his hips forward, rocking your world.
Your vision went white. It stunned you for a few seconds, your walls pulsating around his intruding length. He did not give you a moment of peace, no time to acclimate, hips slapping to a very calculated rhythm.
He knew your insides from the inside out.
But how? How was he hitting the sweet spots so easily without any exploration? How did he map out your insides without ever being inside?
You did not complain. You were a moaning, drooling and slippery oozing mess. The antidote was working now that you had something to clamp down on.
With your arousal building and on the verge of popping, you reached behind and placed your hand on his thigh. He didn't think much of it. His focus was on pounding the antidote of a dick inside you.
He could feel your hand creep up towards the pockets of his lab coat. He knew what you were fishing for.
You snatched the doll from his pocket and clutched it tightly. As you rested your hand back towards your head, he leaned over you, his hand settling gently on top of yours—the one gripping the doll.
“I have no use for that anymore. You are now part of me. We are contractually bound for all eternity. In this life and in the next. You will not be able to escape me so easily, my darling”, he whispered into your ear, his hips locked into you, pumping you full of thick seed while casually carrying on with his conversation.
The fact that he just dumped a hefty load inside your fertile womb didn't faze you. What alarmed you the most were his words.
They were familiar. Nostalgic.
Nonsense. That would mean you’ve met this man before—but how could you forget such an eccentric character?
It defies all scientific logic. And yet… could there be a slight chance you shared a bond with this man in a previous life?
Images of sand dunes and a giant fortress in the middle of a barren desert flashed before your eyes as you reached climax. His hand was teasing out your orgasm, vigorously rubbing your clit so you don't fall behind.
“Cum for me, my human pet. Let it all unravel…your desires, your past and your future”.
Grimmjow’s eyes jerked open as soon as he felt something wet and cold on his right nipple. He was enjoying a pleasant afternoon nap before you decide to pester him with one of your silly human pranks.
But could he blame you? He laid there shirtless and vulnerable for you to tease. And for good measures, you handcuffed his hands above his head.
He realized he was shackled, a risk you had to take. He gave you the ‘seriously? I can easily break out of them’ look and you just gave him a smile of confidence.
“I dare you”, you threatened, reading him like a book.
Of course he was curious to see how far you would take this. So he behaved like a good pup.
You shake the can of whipped cream and began to use his body as your canvas. Flowers and swirls, soon became a cloudy mess. Once you were content, you set the can aside and went to town on his chest with the tip of your tongue dragging and slurping along the creamy delight. You could feel his hard muscles twitch under your tongue. The lewd sounds from your mouth and the tingling sensations left him throbbing in his pants.
You sat on his thighs as you feast on your dessert. You chuckle when you felt his hard erection poke you in the chest. “I’m getting to that”, you reassured him.
You went back for the can and unzipped his pants. His hard cock sprang out, twitching for some attention.
Squirt.
“Wow! cold! cold!”, he tensed up.
“My tongue will warm ya up”, you grinned and sure enough he felt your warm tongue soak up his foamy cold cock.
You flatten your tongue against the shaft of his length, dragging it up and down, gathering up the frothy rich treat along the way.
Once you cleaned him up with your tongue, you added a small fluffy cloud on the tip before the can ran out. But not to worry. There is more cream to cum.
You swallowed him whole, sucking the reminents off his dick. He thrusts his hip to meet your face and he couldn't hold it in any longer.
Squirt.
A different kind of thick cream squirted out of his tip.
