#niivosus

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@niivosus​

♔—;; He takes a deep breath in through his nose and pauses for a moment as though tasting the air. His eyes narrow ever so slightly, and the ghost of a smirk flickers over his face.

　　“I smelt you coming,” the Arrancar all but purrs. “...Take a fuckin’ bath next time you want to sneak up on me.”

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@niivosus​ asked: 💪

Send 💪 to feel my muse’s biceps

♔—;; Strong fingers encircled the Arrancar’s flexed bicep and he smirked, tongue flicking over the point of a bared canine as he stared boldly at his rival — a challenge. His eyes were hooded, a glimmer of satisfaction lighting up his normally unshining gaze.

　　 “Ahn, you feeling out the competition?” he asked, excitement bringing his dead heart to life as he readied himself for one of their usual playful brawls. 

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HUSBAND.

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Grimmjow, beginning to feel Soft Feelings for Gravitas:

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@niivosus || cont.

♔—;; The Arrancar bristled as the breeze carried the too-short skirt upwards, a snarl twisting his lips unpleasantly when the cool air caressed his bare skin. His foul mood was caused by the revealing scrap of fabric, he knew that; had he simply been naked, he wouldn’t have cared.

　　 But this... this was something else, and the way his mate seemed to drawn to it soured his mood even further. 

　　 Bastard.

　　 His body stiffened when he felt the larger man pressed against his back, but soon relaxed into that familiar warmth, even as he growled in warning at his tone and turned his head to give a pointed glare out of the corner of his eye. Even if he enjoyed the attention from Gravitas, he wasn’t going to give into him so easily – not while wearing this; the last thing he wanted to do was to give him any ideas about wearing it again for him.

　　 He drew in a deep breath, the pink tip of his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as those hands smoothed over his muscular torso, pupils dilating slightly and spark pulsing more quickly in his chest with the proximity to the painfully sensitive void in his stomach. No matter how often he had allowed Gravitas to trace the edge of it, the thrill of treading the line between pleasure and pain never failed to have his cock thickening – untouched.

　　“Quit stalling,” he growled, maintaining his foul, surly mood despite the way his barely-concealed shaft throbbed beneath the lightweight fabric.

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you’re not getting context for this one

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♔—;; “GIVE HIM HIS FACE BACK, YOU BASTARDS!”

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BABY: Papi told me to give you this.

GRAVITAS: What?

BABY: [angry glare]