🏹 request: anon. For the January requests !! I wanted to ask if you could write some Byakuya and/or Gin head cannons for what they would be like with an s/o who seems to be a degenerate and is constantly acting kinky, only to be inexperienced when it comes to the real thing :> //you can ignore this if you want I just wanted to see your take on it 🥰
🏹tw: mdni. headcanons for byakuya and gin reacting to a kinky but pure reader. soft depictions of sexual matter.
edit: I changed the banner, cause I was informed Gin's previous picture was a fan art. I honestly didn't know, since the style looked exactly like Kubo's art. I'm sorry!
ᴋᴜᴄʜɪᴋɪ ʙʏᴀᴋᴜʏᴀ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
🩰 “How could they? How could they be that degenerate?” that’s exactly what he asks himself before discovering how hard he is. There is something about avoiding repression that gets Byakuya going. Not to mention how attracted he is to your face and how he imagines it tinted in pleasure expressions.
🩰 Every time his s/o makes some type of “kinky” commentary, every word reverberates inside of him hitting against “the barriers” he voluntarily choses to build. His frown gets even more serious, but his lips separate with warm air passing through them. He is glad his pants are that flowy, or else his hardness might start showing.
🩰 At first, he will not proceed. The more “kinky” commentaries you do, the more disapproval his look will show. But then, there will be a day in which he won’t be able to hold back much longer…
“Captain, why are you showing so much of your chest? Isn’t it a bit… improper? Or are you trying something with me?” you ask, knowing damn well the more you tease him, the madder he gets.
“Is none of your business. It’s summer. Is hot” he mutters, fixing a pile of papers he has just finished reading. He is right, his office is becoming steam hot, and you are not sure if it’s because of summer or his sole presence. In any case, you see him squirming just a little, giving you the impression he is uncomfortable with the clothes he is wearing or maybe his body.
“It is, since I’m getting horny because of those collar bo-“ you try to keep going between laughter and giggles, but his shunpo is faster than anyone and your hands and belly are now pressed against the desk. His body topping you, his hardness grazing your ass, his mouth breathing so close to your ear. You swallow, after all this time he has finally woken up… but now, what should you do? You have no idea…
“Since you are that horny… why don’t you let me fuck you right now, right here?” Byakuya whispers, in between panting, with the menacing tone of a man that has been holding back for so very long. It is so weird to hear those words coming from his lips, but they definitely make you shiver.
“Bya… Byakuya-sama, I… I seriously- I was joking… I have never, ever… done this” you excuse yourself. Should you let him handle this? is it the moment in which he discovers your purity? Yet, it sounds so well to let him take it.
He stops pushing you against the desk, slowly helping you to stand up. Lovingly turning you around, kissing your lips so carefully.
“I know you are the purest flower of my garden… you pushed my limits, I should have behaved, and for that I’m sorry” he mumbles, planting a kiss on your forehead.
“No, Byakuya-sama. Please take me, show me, enlighten me, and punish me”
ɪᴄʜɪᴍᴀʀᴜ ɢɪɴ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
🦢 Gin is not as patient as Byakuya. He won’t let you mess with him for too long, because he will definitely take advantage of your attitude. He knows very well, as wise as he can be, your true nature. You can’t fool him. Gin is not an innocent man.
🦢 He discovered that you were inexperienced way before you could even realize. All this time, he has only been playing dumb.
🦢 He in fact, will try to push your limits even further, even to the point where you could be publicly exposed for such “indecency”. Some sort of humiliating game that really, really gets him hard and drippy.
🦢 During one of those weekend gatherings, where captains, vicecaptains and soldiers get together to have some sake fill their veins, Gin pulled you closer to him. He remembers every word you said before coming, all the things you joke you wanted to do in the bathroom.
His long fingers, cold and bony, curled around your waist. He kept pulling you towards him, to the point you finally sit on his lap.
His nose, also cold, buried in the crook of your neck with him inhaling your scent. His closed eyes, were shut tight. His lips, planted a sweet kiss on your skin. Before the eyes of everyone there, a depiction of lustful immorality was about to be shown.
“Since you are such a degenerate, why don’t we show them all, all the things you want to do to me?” he asks, very low, in your ear. His hand, snaking down your pants, relying only on the table to cover it up.
“Gin… I- I swear, I don’t- I didn’t mean it” you desperately try to whisper back, this is not the place… nor anywhere else for that matter.
He laughed.
He laughed at you.
“I know, I know.. I was just joking. I know you are not exactly what you seem to be. Look at you, all worked up! How fun!”
can i request how Gin handle his bratty wife? (for context, lets just say they got married because it was arranged.. and his wife refuses to obey him, etc!)
ahh! i just missed him so much :(((
also please take care! i love all of your works! <3
Hi! I hope you're doing great as well <3 I miss Gin sooo much as well, I would give my life away for that man!!! :)
Gin has so much patience, especially with you.
Whenever you give him attitude or refuse to do something, he just smiles at you.
It honestly kind of annoys you how patient he is with you. You wish he would get mad or upset, but he doesn't.
In fact, Gin kind of enjoys it. He sees it as a game.
Whenever he feels you ramble on too much, he tends to wrap his arms around your waist and lift you off the ground.
"Hey! Gin, put me down!" you demand, kicking your feet in the air.
He has such strength that he will hold you up there for hours until you decide to do what he asked.
He'll even help you with the stuff he asks you to do. Whatever its dishes, cleaning, etc.
Hands on your hands, making the heat rush to your face as he leans in so close, you can feel his breath on your ear.
Gin loves to tease you especially when he knows that he makes you nervous and flustered.
He loves to be super affectionate with you and watch your face turn bright red.
You don't know how to act around him. Gin makes you have butterflies in your stomach.
Gin wants you to be comfortable and warm up to him, but you're having a hard time.
An arranged marriage wasn't something that you wanted, but Gin is kind, warm, and an amazing person.
You find it hard to be against him all the time.
Gin starts to break down your walls as you both get to know each other more.
He's so loving with you even if you can be a bit of brat sometime.
Whenever you start to argue with Gin, he just throws his head back and starts laughing.
Which makes you more irritated, but you can't help and notice how cute Gin is when he's laughing.
You even try to hold back your laughter and you can't help the smile that's growing on your face.
Gin notices that you start to let your guard down, especially when he touches you.
Whether it's lingering touches on your waist or cupping your face, you melt in his touch.
Your heart fills with happiness when you're around Gin.
Now when you decide to act like a brat, Gin grabs onto you and kisses you, passionately.
His kisses leave you out of breath.
Gin never stops talking about you and he finds to be more in love with you whenever you act bratty :)
☾ Summary: Working too hard has its consequences if you don't take a break. (Un)fortunately, Gin is there to help.
☾ Characters: Ichimaru Gin x Reader
☾ Word count: ~1,3k
☾ Content warning: not beta-read
☾ A/N: [entry for the Bleach Is Forever With You collab]
This is awfully self-indulgent and maybe Gin's a little OOC but we all need love from this man because I said so. ME WHEN
Heaving a sigh of relief, you sat down on the ground, leaning against the wall, finally able to sit and rest for what felt like the first time today. Your legs had been hard at work since morning: Running errands for your captain and lieutenant, handling missions as well as reporting them to your captain and supporting your fellow squad members was tedious work. All while practicing and honing your skills on your own. After all, you didn’t want to fall behind and be a burden to anyone.
Not that it wasn’t your usual kind of work but lately, your workload had increased significantly due to an unexpected increase in Hollow activity and injuries.
It had gotten to the point where you had been reprimanded by a seated officer, which made your mood drop. A break was what you desperately needed, so being able to sit down, close your eyes for a bit and just breathe in peace was very welcome. You rested your head on your arms and took several deep breaths. However, the tranquility didn’t last too long.
“Slackin’ off in broad daylight, how naughty,” a voice that was too familiar to you taunted you. No doubt, it was the voice of your companion who happened to be the captain of the third division. “Just taking a little break,” you murmured in reply, not even bothering to open your eyes to look at Gin. Tiny bits of his powerful reiatsu licked at your skin. What other shinigami perceived as chilling and eerie was soothing to you. In fact, Gin’s presence alone was a source of comfort.
“Heard you were scolded today, weren’t you?” he asked with his usual grin and crouched down in front of you. A sigh escaped from your lips as you recalled the events from earlier, “Yeah. Apparently, I’m not doing my work well enough anymore. “Negligent” is what they said.”
“’s that so?” he asked, brows furrowed and voice fraught with menace. You shook your head. “To be fair, I haven’t gotten a proper break for quite some time now. I’m exhausted,” you clarified. The silver-haired man nodded in understanding, his mind whirring with potential courses of actions he could take. “Suppose I could talk to your captain? I could have you transferred to my division too,” he suggested, face plastered with a fake grin, but you shook your head again.
“I appreciate it, but I don’t think it would help much. And if I am transferred to your squad, I fear someone will hold it against you or that it will cause trouble,” you explained, “I will wait and see how the situation turns out. If worst comes to worst, I can still do something about it.”
However, the situation barely changed. Weeks passed and your workload hardly decreased. Busy as ever, you whirled through the corridors from place to place... until a slender hand appeared out of thin air and caught your wrist.
Before you could process what was happening to you, someone covered your mouth with their hand and pulled you into a room. Your heart stood still for a second as you collided with something solid— no, with someone.
“Seems like I caught a little mouse scurryin’ around in here,” Gin whispered against your ear and your body instinctively relaxed at the sound of his voice. “Say, d’you think Central 46 would punish me for stealin’ another captain’s subordinate from under his nose?”
“…But I suppose they wouldn’t, not when I just caught an intruder.” He stressed the last word and removed the hand he had used to cover your mouth. Intruder? You looked around the room curiously and sure enough, this wasn’t the place you were supposed to deliver something to at all. As a matter of fact, it was a captain’s office.
“Poor thing. Not payin’ attention for a moment and endin’ up in the snake’s lair. My, my, what should I do with you?” he taunted, grin widening. He was right, how did you end up in his barracks in the first place? Were you that lost in thoughts? Maybe it was a force of habit? Or perhaps it was something else entirely that you couldn’t pinpoint at the moment.
“Gin, I’m so sorry but I have no time—” you started and struggled somewhat to free yourself from his grip. “Sorry, love. No can do,” he said, “you’re in my territory and as captain, I get to decide how to handle certain intruders. Y’know snakes don’t like lettin’ go of their prey, much less a precious one like you.”
You protested, still struggling, “Gin, please let me go. I really can’t entertain your games right now.” Finally breaking free from his grip on you, you turned to leave and resume your duties. However, Gin had other plans for you. It took him one flash step to face you directly. In swift motions, he easily trapped you within his captain’s haori.
“Not playin’ any games here, ‘m holding you hostage. Aren’t you gonna obey a captain’s orders?” Gin’s voice sounded slightly threatening and if it had been another subordinate, they would have been intimidated. But not you. You looked at him, only to see the intensity and seriousness of his electrifying gaze on you. His eyes showed concern for you. Sometimes Gin would act rather peculiar by using fairly unconventional methods, but you knew he meant well.
Your mind told you to surrender to him. There was no way you could win against him anyway.
And yet, some part in you felt the need to half-heartedly justify your position— to no avail. The man snorted, “Ah, ah. Don’t think so.”
Gin started walking backwards with you still wrapped in his haori until his legs collided with the couch that was in the room, promptly making both of you drop onto it. “You gotta stay here and rest.” Sighing in defeat, you nodded, “Fine.”
Not that you could complain about the situation. After all, this was the first time since forever that you could catch your breath and take a proper break. You might as well take this opportunity and you had Gin to thank for it.
Hearing his steady heartbeat was like your personal lullaby and you could feel your own heart following his heart’s rhythm. While finding a more comfortable position in his arms, your eyes fell shut. “Thank you, Gin,” you murmured sleepily.
“Mhmm. Missed you, my love,” he muttered in response. “You’re mean… for saying such a sweet thing… I’m ‘bout to fall asleep…” was the last sentence you could manage to say.
Eventually, the exhaustion that accumulated over the past few weeks slowly took over and clouded your mind until you slipped into dream land. Looking at your peaceful face, Gin hoped that you slept well. In fact, he would ensure that you would get the break you deserved.
The room was filled with silence… until Izuru barged into the room, ready to report to his captain. “Captain I—”
If there was a way to end someone’s life with looks only, Izuru’s life would have been in mortal peril by now but luck was on his side. Upon seeing your serene face on his captain’s chest, the blond shinigami stopped dead in his tracks. He knew very well not to disturb you and Gin right now if he cherished his sanity.
Gin spoke softly, yet his voice was oozing with chilling authority that no one would dare defy, “Izuru. Inform their captain that I will take care of this one today.”
“Yes, I understand,” Izuru replied and swiftly left them to their own devices. The room returned to being silent once again.
The silver-haired man looked at your sleeping figure with fondness in his eyes.
“One day, I’ll whisk you away to a place where you don’t have to work. All you gotta do is stay by my side,” he whispered and planted a sweet kiss on the top of your head.
Rewatching bleach with @blueflamebimbo in order to prepare for the new anime [and to hopefully watch it soon]. I am very much head empty, only thoughts of Bleach loves lately, and this little thing happened. I don't see that much love for Gin online, so here's my little contribution. Enjoy.
2nd person. Gn reader.
“What the hell is wrong with me?”
Cold water dripped down from your chin back into the sink, you didn’t bother pressing a towel to your face after splashing it with cold water. Your reflection looked tired, and disheveled, with your hair out of place and bags under your eyes. You had been working overtime, training extra hard in all of your free time. There was a seated position opening up and you were aching for a promotion. You knew you were capable, you worked hard enough and that definitely didn’t go unnoticed, but it all did take a toll on your body. You were desperate for a break, and that’s when it had happened.
The captain of the third squad had seen you training, pushing yourself to the edge over and over again. He had observed, somehow, and the mere action had sent shivers up your spine. It was one thing being watched, but there was something about his presence, his expression, everything made it somehow worse than when it would have been anyone else. Anyone but him.
And yet. When he approached you to make remarks, there had been useful tips in his teasing commentary. Your posture had improved and your hado was a little more effective. You knew deep inside that you were supposed to feel uneasy and threatened almost, the way most people would describe they felt around the silver-haired captain. And yet. You had felt seen, you had answered his remarks with a confidence you never had before.
He’d laughed. It was a strange sound, one you had never heard before. Sure, he was always smiling, but you realized at that moment you hadn’t ever heard him laugh. You had been intrigued, confident and curious, and that was not the reaction he’d been used to. It had led to almost a stare-off, both of you standing so close to each other, there was almost tangible tension between the two of you. You weren’t quite sure what kind of tension it was, and you didn’t stick around to find out. Your confidence disappeared just as fast as it had surged, and you politely excused yourself, getting away from the captain with a quick flash step, ending up in the bathroom where you were now splashing cold water on your face.
You would be lying to yourself if you said this was the very first time you spent being watched by Ichimaru, and you would be lying even harder if you said there wasn’t a part of you enjoying the attention. There was such a strange duality to every single interaction you had with the man. A duality where you knew you had to be on edge and you should probably avoid this person. No matter the fact that you were in the same organisation and supposed to be on the same side, just like many others, you felt like there was something off about him, and any time spent far away from him, was time well spent.
Yet you couldn’t help but feel your curiosity piqued. You couldn’t help but make the conversations linger a little longer than necessary, and you couldn’t help yourself from using his own teasing remarks against him every once in a while. Rationally, it felt wrong, but emotionally it made you feel an exciting kind of giddy.
You looked at your reflection again, thoughts racing through your head. Maybe you should confront him. Maybe you should have an actual conversation with him, get the tension resolved and -hopefully- out of the way. But you knew deep inside that the chances of having a normal conversation with him were small to nonexistent. He loved the chase and the thrill too much to just let your little game come to an abrupt halt while there was still so much to get out of you.
Sure, there were many ways you could resolve your quickening heartbeat, the sudden anxiety, the sweaty palms, every time he was near. Sure, you would feel more at ease knowing that he would not just pop around whenever you were working or training. But you also knew you would miss it. You would miss the attention, the game, almost as much as you’d miss him.
Day 1 of Kinktober: Love bites, Gin Ichimaru x female reader.
Gin is a sly snake, slowly withering his way into your bedroom and you become putty the moment he touches you or his lips graze over your sensitive skin, forming goosebumps.
Your back is sunk down into the mattress as Gin's hand glide up and down your curves. He presses his lips to your jaw. His lips are soft and plump against your skin.
A shiver runs down your spine as he drags his lips down to your neck, sucking on the skin. You moan as his lips suck and tug on your sweet spot.
He grins against your skin and pulls his head up to meet your gaze.
"I love it when you make such pretty noises for me, y/n," Gin praises you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Gin pulls away and glances back down at your neck, a small hickey forming.
He chuckles quietly and presses his lips against the other side of your neck. He gently bites down on your neck and your mouth gapes open.
"Gin," you whisper out, eyes lulling closed with pleasure. His chuckles vibrate against your neck and he sucks on your skin. You bring your hands up to his hair, brushing your fingers through his silky, silver hair.
Gin groans against your neck, the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair makes him want to fuck you senselessly. He so desperately wants to, but he wants to take his time.
He moves his head down and presses his lips to your bare breasts. His lips pressing and sucking on your skin makes your body hot, like you're on fire.
Gin's lips suck on your skin until dark hickeys form along the top of your breasts. His tongue swirls around your nipple and his teeth bite it gently.
You moan softly, tugging on his hair. He presses a trail of kisses down to your stomach and grabs onto your thighs. He squeezes at your flesh and dips his head down.
His lips wrap around your inner thigh and his teeth graze your skin. His actions send a shiver down your spine and your body jolts.
"Such pretty skin for me to leave marks on," Gin mumbles out, moving to your other thigh. He presses his lips there and you're sure your underwear can't get any wetter.
His fingers run up and down your wet underwear, grinning against the inside of your thigh. You whimper and squirm against his tight grip on you.
Gin bites down on your thigh, tugging on the flesh.
"Gin, you're being such a tease," you groan out, tugging once more on his hair. He chuckles and lifts his head up, his sharp gaze meeting yours from below.
His fingers hook into your underwear and pull it aside. His eyes lock onto your soaking wet pussy and he licks his lips.
"I'm just taking my time, y/n," he speaks innocently. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, earning a moan from you. You grip onto the bedsheets and twist them in your fists.
The way his tongue circles around your clit then sucks on it is so painfully pleasuring. Soft moans and whimpers leave your lips that are music to Gin's ears.
He pulls away from your clit and his eyes rake over your body covered in fresh marks that are his. A proud grin tugs on his face.
We need more Gin in this world omg. Can I pls request Gin with a fem s/o who has a personality like Byakuya?
I fully agree!!! I miss my babyyy 😭
It's safe to say that you two are very different.
You have different personalities, but they don't clash too bad.
If you're not a fan of physical touch, Gin doesn't care. He'll wrap his arms around your waist from behind, hugging and squeezing you tightly.
You'll complain and beg him to get off of you as he's showering your face in soft kisses.
Although if you're really getting annoyed then he lets you have your space, but he stares at you.
Gin loves to stare at you, knowing that you can feel his heated gaze stuck on your every move.
You play it off well, shrugging your shoulders and not letting it affect you that much.
There are times when Gin will say outrageous things, things that he shouldn't say in public and it makes you curse at him in your mind.
He'll poke fun at how stoic and serious you can be at times.
Gin knows that you love him deeply, even if you don't express that often.
He loves to say such teasing things that leave you with your mouth gaped open or just staring at him in disbelief.
He loves that you can be super serene in situations, especially if you guys have an argument.
You both are pretty calm when it comes to disagreements, which is why you don't argue that much, but when you do, it's civil.
Gin loves it when you show him any type of affection.
Whether it's running your fingers through his silver hair, placing your hand on his cheek, or giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving on a mission; he adores it.
Gin always knows that you believe in him and care for him.
At the end of the day, you both love each other deeply, no matter how much Gin decides to tease and poke your nerves ;)
Hello Sashi! I find your new event super interesting and I saw you are accepting requests from Bleach too? then could you please write some NSFW for Ichimaru Gin with fem! reader? Any prompt you could think of it's ok with me 🐍💗 Thank you
Hi honey!! sure!! This is the first time I write for Gin and let me tell you the one I'm posting is the FIFTH version of it 😂. Gin is a very important character to me as well as Rangiku, so it is kinda inspired on them! I hope you enjoy! 💖
👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.
𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 ~ 𝕴𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖚 𝕲𝖎𝖓 𝖝 𝕱! 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ~ 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗
tw: it looks as if it was a non con at first, but it isn't. Gin would never, he will ask for consent, don't fear. It's heavily inspired on the canon events and his relationship with Rangiku. Also, because Gin is a man who did everything for love does not mean he is a saint, he has a machiavelic idea of "the end justifies any means". And so, my take is that he would make you feel like you are trapped with him, because how can you leave a man who is willing to do as many things as he will do for you?. It's super lovely in fiction, but be careful when it comes to real life. Other than that, the make sweet love and there is also fingering and mental games.
Royal AU in Las Noches. Gin is a Prince. Aizen the King.
wc: 2.3k
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Waking up, his smile…
His smile and eyes closed look at you.
Everything around is so white and sterile; a single window leads to an eternal night outside. “Where am I?... Who are you?” you mumble, feeling your arms and legs restrained. It’s cold, it makes your skin bumpy.
You lay over an aluminium litter, his smile is persistent and with his index he touches the tip of your nose.
You move your face away from his graze, he is not hurting you, but he is scary. Wearing the typical royal clothes, so white with a little sky-blue sash around his hipbones. Why is he looking at me with eyes closed?
“Please, don’t hurt me” you moan as you hear him giggling with a soft, melodic voice. “Are you that delicate the mere graze of my fingertip will hurt you?” he asks, now caressing your cheek with it. You fix your eyes on the window outside, trying to avoid look at the other side where he is.
A half moon shines bright on a dark, dark firmament. Could it be that I am inside the castle already? But what castle? I can’t remember!
Your head hurts from trying to remember, why… why are you here?
“You haven’t answered yet… are you that delicate?”
A cold shiver runs through your spine, why this man’s touch feel like a snake crawling on your flesh? It’s oppressive, it feels dangerous and asphyxiating… why am I here, after all?
His thumb also joins your face, moving your chin towards him. You blink several times, adjusting your eyes to the white color of bright lights. His silver hair reflects them, his pale skin too. Around, everything looks like a laboratory, maybe an infirmary.
“Apparently the cat’s got your tongue…” he says, smiling even bigger. He looks like a snake… a snake… “Prince Ichimaru?!” you suddenly chime, realizing the man next to you is no other than the youngest brother of King Aizen.
“Good, you at least recognize your superiors”
And it’s true, he is your superior, of course he is. You are just a commoner… but why were you here and why you are tied? You ponder asking him, but, what if you were captured for some reason you can’t remember?
He comes closer to your face, his nose and lips dangerously lingering over yours. What a handsome man he is. “Try not to move, you have a head injury” he informs you, but that still doesn’t solve the mystery of why you are here.
Prince Ichimaru walks away, and you listen him opening the tab. Water running, he is probably washing his hands.
“Thank you, My Prince… but can I ask why I am here?” you ask, once and for all. Your mind won’t let you live in peace, plus, you are probably a prisoner, so you have to know what to expect -besides dying-.
Gin, Gin Ichimaru. That’s his name. Prince Gin Ichimaru. He giggles, softly. A laughter shouldn’t be scary, oh but his it is. Acting like a sweet fox, but with words and actions of a snake. He is one of the most formidable princes after the King of Hueco Mundo.
He turns around, drying his hands with a little towel. His steps cannot be heard as if he was crawling instead of walking.
“You are here because you wanted to escape from my prison” he says, smirking. Your expression changes from confused to worried… prison? Why was I in prison?! “And because you wanted to, our guards caught you wandering through the halls of Las Noches. Were you looking for me?”
You gasp, you really can’t remember, why would you search for the prince? “I- My Prince, I seriously can’t remember!” you quickly try to excuse yourself, making the utmost effort to remember why you are a criminal.
“Why don’t you let me help your remember, (Name)?” he says, throwing the little towel on your eyes. Complete darkness, the sweet smell of a manly perfume invades your nose coming from the cloth.
You sudden feel wet lips, as soft as silk over your ear. You can hear him calmly breathe, and then a whispery giggle. You shiver, afraid but with an unstoppable heat growing in your lower belly. “You don’t remember you are mine, (Name)?”
“Yours?”
The sound of the big zipper of the white clothes you were wearing going down announces you are being undressed. You squirm, why is he undressing you? Why is he saying you are his?
“Stop, please!” you whine and plead.
Gin stops, you can feel your cleavage almost fully opened. “You really don’t remember me? You are mine, (Name)… You are one of my little fucktoys that live in the dungeons just for me to use” he whispers and proceeds to touch your neck and play with a little silver collar you have. “Who gave you this, hum? What do we do with this when you serve me?” he says, making no sense to you, because you are not buying the fact that you are just a mere “fuck toy”. This time he pulls from the chain of your collar and slowly chokes you.
You cough, the unexpected cold feeling of the collar pressing your throat cuts your airflow for some seconds. Sudden flashes of old memories come to your mind, and you can’t really process them. But there are crystal blue eyes, like the day sky, so beautiful yet so mysterious.
He keeps pulling, more and more. You can even feel the chain carving marks on your flesh and your head feels dizzy as lack of oxygen affects you.
“Do you remember already?” he asks, persistent and with even angst in his voice. “What colour are your eyes, my prince?” you inquire, trying to make him stop but also trying to understand if he is the one from your memories.
Gin stops pulling from the collar and breathes alleviated. “Let me help you remember, and I’ll show them to you” he urges, taking the towel off your face. “Would you, my beautiful servant?” he whispers, playing with his thumb over your lower lip.
You debate yourself in between saying no or yes, and it’s not that you are afraid for your life now… you might want him to show you why you are his…
“Yes, My Prince… help me remember why I am yours”
“Good girl…”
He takes the time to free himself from the white cape that covers his upper body. “See? You normally do this for me, but now I have to do it myself since you have to be restricted”
You wonder why you are, but soon your thoughts are cut short. Lean beautiful body flashes before you, his hakama pants covering just the centre part of his belly button down and the sides of his hips completely exposed to you.
You sigh, beautiful work of art of a man…
“Can I kiss your lips, (Name)?” he asks, coming closer slowly to you. The way his hipbones protrude and move while he walks it’s hypnotizing.
You nod, lips separated, in awe.
His smile, oh… his smile. His grin and his lips pressed against your lips. His tongue playing with yours, slowly, steadily, and painfully sexily.
Kissing you down your chin and neck, Gin proceeds to lower your zipper fully. It ends under your belly button, but for him seems to be enough for now. Your breasts free themselves from the tight white uniform covering them.
Your prince licks his lips, like a true snake. He pounces from the side over your right breast, the cold ambient make your nipples hard, hard enough for him to enjoy sucking them. And he does it so deathly. He has pretty sharp fangs that make you squirm when they graze your sensitive tissue.
You can’t help but moan, a melody that makes him go even feral. Cold fingers press and pull from the nipple he is not sucking, but never once you could see him open his eyes. It feels so good, but is he the man with the sky deep eyes of your memories?
“As always, so hard…” he mumbles, with lips around your already bitten breasts. Because he bites, he bites everywhere. He doesn’t stop, even if he got a little satisfied with sucking you out, and so he proceeds to the next movement.
He now stands in the feet of the litter. The biggest smirk yet, he shows you. Gin sucks his middle and ring fingertips. “I’m sure this will make you remember your prince, my sweet slut. In fact, I can assure you are not wearing panties right now… that’s one of my requirements too”
Lifting your skirt, he acknowledges the fact that he was right. And you gasp as he, violently, sticks his fingers inside you. “Gin…” you moan, when he goes madly in and out, in beckoning motions hitting the perfect spot inside your walls.
“Gin… Gin…” he laughs, destroying your insides by the strong pumping motions of his arm. You realized you have stopped calling him like “my Prince” but rather you are using his name. And he is not mad, in fact he is enjoying this.
Your legs want to close, but you can’t as they are tied to the sides of the bed. The white cold material used hurts your ankles, but you can’t stop moving. He won’t let you breath until you come just like he wants you to.
And you are certainly on the verge of such happening.
“Come” he commands, pressing your lower belly as he fingers you. You widen your eyes; he can order you and you seem to be programmed to comply. “I- I wi-“ you stutter, panting and sweating. Explosive orgasm bathes your clothes, the litter, and his forearm.
“My my… messy as always!” he says, so nonchalantly shaking his arm getting rid of your climax release. “So? Still don’t remember me? Or should I keep going?” he asks, sure you have recovered your memory a long time ago.
And the truth is, that even if you don’t remember why you are his servant, your body does. Your body needs more, more of him. You don’t care the reasons you are there, if your forehead is bleeding from the pressure of the past orgasm, you don’t really even care if he is really the man in your mind.
“Keep going… please”. “I wasn’t planning on stopping either way… remember, You. Are. Mine”
He unties the hakama cords, letting it fall to the ground. Your eyes travel right where the V of his abdominal muscles end, fair skin, and that little mark you can remember. You can remember when he got it done, that scar has been always fascinating to you… he is Gin, your Gin… you don’t need to see his eyes…
But still… why are you tied in this sterile room? Why are you hurt? Why you were a prisoner?
Gin crawls up on the metallic bed, moving in between your legs. He kisses your lips, caressing with utmost love and care your cheek. “My beautiful servant” he mumbles. You know you should ask why he is treating you like his servant, however you keep it quiet.
His hardness rests over your sex, he doesn’t penetrate you. He needs a moment, and so do you. You love this man; you love this man like nobody else in this world… then why you are being treated like this?
Whispering in your ear, so low, almost inaudible he tells you to please play along a little longer. “Please, don’t … don’t ask me, try to remember…” he says, untying your hands from the white cold restraints that were stopping you from touching him.
And you don’t ask, and you receive him trusting blindly in him and burying your nails in his back.
He stays still for some seconds, enjoying the warming compression of your walls, you enjoy the pleasant stretch of them. His skin does not feel cold any longer, it feels warm, caring, loving.
His chest separate from yours, arching his back. His arms bear the weight of his body over yours, and his hips begin to move. He is not smiling any longer, his lips separated, shaky breathing as he concentrates in pumping in and out of you. Every thrust pushes you a step closer to climax, a symphony creates with his moans mixed with yours.
Your hands slip from his back to his lean waist, accompanying the motion of his back and forth stabbing into you. “Gin…” you whisper, in between sighs and about to reach peak pleasure.
His ecstatic expression pauses when he hears you calling his name and after eternal seconds of himself fucking you so deep, his eyes open. Glorious icy irises fixed on yours, telling you everything you didn’t remember. The connection feels out of this world, as if old souls were joining back again after many centuries apart.
Both finish simultaneously, together like two halves joined in a whole unity. “I love you” he mouths, making sure his hair covers his face when he says so and then collapsing over your squirming, raptured body.
“I will wait for you, my prince; I will wait for you until you kill the King… I will wait in the dungeon like your faithful fucktoy. Kill him, Gin” you whisper into his ear. “I will wait, and I will do this as many times as needed to be able to touch your skin” you continue, taking a look at the camera in the corner of the room… because in Las Noches everything is under surveillance and you two know it too well.
And nobody, absolutely nobody could know Prince Gin will spear the false God’s heart… The false King that took so much from you, King Aizen ~
