#shawlong

[shinigamihechicero-kun]

Ya llegaron. / They have arrived.

Y él espera con impaciencia. / And he waits impatiently.

El grupo de guerra y panas de Grimmjow. / Grimmjow's war group and friends.

Ya encontraron a sus presas. / They've already found their preys.

Y están listos para atacar. / And they are ready to attack.

Sin piedad. / Mercilessly.

[arrancxr]

Could 75 be possible with Shawlong? "cockwarming" reader's *huge* strap on (or oversized cock?) and teasing him because it's too much.

75. “Please, I can’t sit still.”

For the first few seconds, Shawlong is half-certain something is going to tear. Even though you spent an agonizingly long time stretching him open on your fingers, coaxing his body to relax, even the tapered tip of the plastic thing you’re intent on shoving inside of him feels impossibly wide. 

He’s straddling your lap, kneeling, with only the tentative support of his unsteady legs keeping him from dropping down on the fake cock lined up to his hole. The position feels ridiculous— he’s too tall for this, all sharp angles and not knowing where to put his hands—, but you’re still happily kissing the edge of his jaw, in between assurance that he’s doing so well.

“...it’s too big,” Shawlong hisses, when the next half-inch sliding in sends a sharp, threatening spasm through his guts. 

“You can take it,” is your confident reply. “Just relax, you’re tensing up too much.” How could he not? It feels like he’s going to be split apart.

Your steadying hand on his thigh dips lower, though, and any argument Shawlong could have formed melts away with the sudden shock of your fingertips against the little nub just above where the toy is pushing in. 

Just that brush of contact has his limbs twitching and his nails digging into your cloth-covered back. Slick with lubricant and his body’s natural, pathetic attempt at easing penetration, the blunt pads of your fingers slide uselessly over the nub— and yet, the near-frictionless slide still feels like it’s scraping against bare nerves. Painful isn’t quite the right description, and the deep, spasming clench that follows is even more ambiguously awful. 

Or at least, that’s what Shawlong thinks right up until, without any warning, his body surrenders to another inch or two of unyielding plastic. 

Suddenly, the uncomfortable stretch turns mind-numbingly good. 

The next few minutes are a blur of more touching and continued, coaxing encouragement to relax, open up, and take it. It’s not until his full weight is resting in your lap that Shawlong realizes that it worked. 

Somehow, it’s inside. And rather than the agony he’d feared, he just feels... full. Stuffed to the farthest limit of what this body can accept. 

“There, see? I knew you could do it,” you tell him. The half-teasing, half-praise tone borders on unbearable when he’s already so frazzled. There’s no way for him to respond with any semblance of dignity. “The hard part is over. All you need to do now is stay right here, and stay still.” 

As much as Shawlong favors the idea of staying still, at least until he’s had a chance to adjust to the barrage of new, overwhelming sensations, his body has other ideas. Especially, once the light, teasing touches return to his clit, a confusing urge to squirm into the pressure takes over every time his concentration slips. It’s hard to remember why he shouldn’t do that— and every little clench around the toy makes the impulse stronger. 

“...I c-can’t sit still,” he tells you, after a few failed moments of fighting to control himself prove it a futile, miserable effort.

[your-local-hollow-lover]

Di Roy: I'm incredibly fast at math

Shawlong: Alright, what's 30x17?

Di Roy: 47

Shawlong: ... That's not even close

Di Roy: But it was fast

[troius]

I don’t know if their evolution was set from the moment they became hollows, but it was certainly foreclosed the moment they all pledged themselves to Grimmjow. Subordinating yourself to another goes against the instincts of what a hollow is, the avarice, the hunger to consume all. And while it might allow you to work together to prevent regression...it also keeps you from developing the sort of all-conquering power needed for a Vasto Lorde.

[arrancarscenarios]

Imagine how happy and trusted Grimmjow’s Fraccións would feel if their s/o fell asleep with them. Like whether they’re alone together,or they’re all together doing something, they just feel so honored that you trust them enough to keep you safe that you let yourself be completely vulnerable with them like that.

oh the TRUST!!

they themselves have to trust you COMPLETELY to sleep in your presence, they have to have faith that you won’t try to hurt them while they’re sleeping or take advantage of anything

so naturally they assume that the same is true for you

and it literally just melts them to know that you trust them that much

they’ll hold you tight and will treat that trust very carefully, they know how fragile it can be <3

[master-muffinn]

Don’t throw trash at Grimmjow, then he get mad xD

[zaraki-oriented]

Chapter 36 is Live

“The hell was that?” Shuuhei exclaimed, looking around and hurrying to the nearest window.

Ichigo and Kensei followed close behind, and joined him, all eyes widening in shock at the hazy plumes of black smoke gradually rising into the air from the distant outline of the rain drenched city.

“Oh my god…” Ichigo breathed

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30260232/chapters/79491391

[ak47melee]