“Wait where are you going?! Hold on, wait for me!”

Calling to the other end of the field, your voice barely caught her ears. Okchun froze in place, and for a moment, she thought she was in trouble. Turning around, she watched you run after her, trailing the same path she had just taken. Once you reach her, you hold out a dosirak lunch box. Accepting the item she cracked open the lid, he got a peak inside, seeing it being packed to the brim with food.

In all of Earthbread, no one could compare to your cooking. To her wife cooking.

“You forgot your lunch again, silly.”

Light was your voice as a smile never left your face. A silly game you and her always played in the early morning. Sometimes, you didn’t catch her in time, leaving you to awkwardly stand there with a lunch box in hand. But the days you do, you get to gift her your homemade meal, watching her disappear from your line of vision. A smile on her face as she waves goodbye always promises to return home earlier than she will.

When the moon was beginning to rise as the sun fell, the second half of the game began. You return to the spot before she does, wanting for her mint frosted hair to catch your eyes. There you remain until you see her arrive greeting her for a hug. Before the two of you would return home and in hand as she tells you about her day.

Often, when she returns, she brings goodies from distance areas. Most often, they are snacks you had requested. Through her, you taste the bitter chocolate from the Dark Cacao kingdom to the spices all the way from Dragon Valley. She always often gives these goodies to you, like she often ingredients the finest of jewelry. Every time she did, you always accepted them.

Sometimes, your eyes betrayed your tiredness as she arrived to find you half asleep. With a soft giggle, she takes your hand, lending you back home to return to the warm that is your bed. But all days end the same. Your head rested against her shoulder as she told you all about her day, creating tales of wonder in your mind. Letting her voice drift you to sleep.

Her arms lazily warp around you as her fingers massage your body. Usually, the last thing you see before sleep takes you is her lovely face smiling so softly at you. Truly, there was no better sight in the world than seeing her as your last and first moments of consciousness.

⚪️》 The kindest and most understanding man to every exist. He will defend your trans identity with his life if need be. It doesn't matter how you dress or look, he will support you anyway he can.

⚪️》 It may take him a bit aback when he first see your himbo-ness in action but like all things he will support you. Even if it's supporting your dumbness, he got your back. Just expect him to chuckle at some of your lines of thinking every now and again.

⚪️》 The amount of golden retriever energy in this relationship might kill a person. Ukitake doesn't fall into being a Himbo he a bit too lanky and has the brain cells in the relationship. But make up for it by sharing the kind of heart any good himbo would have. Which leads to the golden retriever energy.

⚪️》 Very health relationship even if you're not a soul. He is so open about communicating to you about any problems the relationship might have, and you tend to just speak your mind without thinking making any insult in the relationship be dealt with before they could impact your guy's bond. Even if you're an Arrancar or a Quincy the relationship still somehow works out which makes a lazy captain a bit jealous.

⚪️》 "If only there was a handsome and so very strong man who could help me lift this box."

⚪️》 He says to a box he could very much lift himself. Queue you busting in from who knows where picking up the box to show off your muscles. Which he chuckles and complements how they got stronger and bigger last he saw them.

⚪️》 He is a bit lighter for someone being 6’1 ft which means he around 70 kg in weight. Still he is not used to being picked up with such ease as usual it takes at least two people to do so. But then came you fully lifting him with easy which is the quickness way to make him blush.

⚪️》 Speaking of with him dealing with a chronic illness for all his life he is more than use to dealing and using medical equipment. So he offers and is more than happy to be the one to do your T shots for you. Even help do steroids if you're taking them for muscle growth or transition goals.

⚪️》 If you have any form of gender dysphoria he is so kind and lovely doing whatever he can to help you with it. If it about something he physically can't do he simply holds you and gives you as much love as he can to help your mind rest.

⚪️》 He has always been a physical affection person, and he makes sure to touch you every now and again. He asks most of the time, but he may try to be a bit sly to squeeze some of your muscles making sure to apologise if he surprises you.

⚪️》 "Ah I do apologise I'm just always blow away to see how strong you are."

⚪️》 Some of his favourite moments are the quietest one. With him simply enjoying your space as he watches you work out to name an example of a quiet moment. Nothing crazy needs to be happening as long as he with you, he is happy.

⚪️》 Even if it's doing something dumb with you, he enjoys every moment of time he spends with you. The thirteenth division members don't always do the brightness of things, and he has gotten up to some silliness with his best friend before so he is more than use to doing something dumb.

⚪️》 Just seeing you brightest his day to see the himbo of a man he fell in love with. When he sees you in the area, he always comes over dropping what every he is doing to see what you have gotten yourself up to.

⚪️》 Overall you can't ask for someone better to be in a relationship with. Be it as a himbo, a trans man or both he supports and got your back. If you want to be the husband in the relationship he is more than happy to be the wife... the malewife in the dynamic.

~♡~

⛩️》 Base on Sukuna's character, one would think this curse of a man wouldn't be as accepting as he is. But in reality, he really doesn't care what way you identify yourself.

⛩️》 As long you remember you submitted to him, you can present anyway you like.

⛩️》 Sukuna dominates others. It is his nature to do so. Just when he does call you a whore he makes sure to include the word man in front of it. Or when he pins you down, holding you in place using those monster arms degrading with different words, he remembers to use the right terms.

⛩️》 He may be a monster, an asshole but he is not that type of monster.

⛩️》 ”Your a man? Okay, and you're still mine. Being a man doesn't change that.”

⛩️》 Plus, with Uraume being quite gender and the existence of Kenjijaku, he more than used to people displaying themself differently from how they were born.

⛩️》 Will dismantle anyone who dears disrespect you referring you as the incorrect gender. In his eyes, disrespecting you is also disrespecting him, and he is not going to let some idiot do that.

⛩️》 If you so wish, he may even bother to assist you presenting more like a man or at least what a man is to him. So get ready for him to bathe you in the blood of a dead men. Coating the masculine scent of blood to you in his eyes helps and plus if you don't like it he could always help “clean” you and by clean he going use his tongue to lick the blood off.

⛩️》 ”The blood of men suits you well. You should wear it more often.”

⛩️》 Just don't ask him for help transitioning, I'm not sure why you would in the first place, but if you did. He will use dismantle on you for top surgery, and he will eat what he cuts off. It may be quick, but you may be left with a mental image you may never want to see.

⛩️》 May tease you a bit, joking how he has both the manhoods in the relationship. If you catch what I'm saying. Even if you're a man, he will tease and comment how much smaller you are to him. He built like a brickshit house. There is no natural way you could match him.

⛩️》 If your transition goal is to look like him, he smirked may even call you pathetic, but hearing those words does wonders to his ego. He gets to watch you fail to look like him, and if you pull it off, he would be quite impressed, giving you some rare praise from him at your hard work.

⛩️》 Now, if you and him share the same body well, his behavior towards you is going to be a bit different. Most of it is the same as before. Not really caring what you do may make a sly comment when you take testosterone. But what the big difference is when he takes control he going “help” transition your body better. By helping he going do what he wants. Maybe you wake up having a tattoo or having cut hair or even some parts missing...

⛩️》 ”You should be thanking me. I got rid of that weight on your chest, and I do say you look better without it.”

⛩️》 Overall, he alright. There are no really big differences it just gives Sukuna a different way to degrade you if he feels like it. Dating him would be a living nightmare, and your difference develops some issues because of him, but on the other hand, he respects your pronouns.

~♡~

Not every day was simple in the world of fashion; one must never expect a simple day in this line of work. But even though spending years in the field it didn't make those frustrating days any less hard.

Today just so happened to end up the most unsimple day she had in a long while. Barely getting a good night rest today just didn't seem to go the fashion designer way at all. If something could go wrong it did today. but after all it would become worth it in the end as she was always rewarded for working hard. 

The sun had long despaired letting the moon take center stage in the sky. It was late into the night most cookies would probably be asleep at this hour. She didn't plan to get home so late but she couldn't change the past now. All she had to do was accept the consequences. 

That being you’ll most likely already be asleep.

Reaching for the door she entered into the familiar space. Barely in the door she kicked her heels off to rest her tired feet. The luxury house was filled with ecstasy of warmth as the kitchen light seemed to remain on calling her attention.

Did you forget to turn the light off?

With her attention caught she followed the light into the kitchen as a pleasant smell soon over took the area.

“Perfect timing, I'm just plating dinner.”

With a grin you peeked over your shoulder spotting the tired cookie. Her rosy eyes soften as she comes up behind plating a kiss to the side of your cheek. You really shouldn't have been awake at this hour but she was glad you were.

“It smells wonderful dear.”

Chocolate Bon Bon whispers just linger close as she watches you finish up. Watching how the sleepwear that clings to your curves moved which so happened to be an older design she had created. Said sleepwear was currently dyed with out of season colours and the apron that was thrown over the top was clashing heavily seem to throw the whole outfit off. Normally that would be a fashion disaster but you were just so stunning in her eyes that you were barely able to pull it off. 

With plates in hand the two of you find a place to eat. Which ended up being the couch, both of you sitting shoulder to shoulder.  Once seated you attempt to take a bite only to find the weight of your wife's head against your shoulder. Tinting your eyes down you were able to catch her rosy red eyes looking up at you before a sigh escaped her lips.

“Tough day?”

“Oh you have no idea.”

Chocolate Bon Bon grumbled her hands snaking around your waist holding you against her form. Her dinner was placed on a coffee table, currently no longer important in the fashion designer's eyes.

“How about you tell me all about it then?”

With a simple question she folded and the flood gates were open. You knew Chocolate Bon Bon area of work can be frustrating and stressful at times but today had just been terrible for her.

Spending most of the day with art block unable to come up with a design she liked. Then having a couple clients make idiotic requests on the garments she was making them. Just when the day couldn't get worse Sour Belt Cookie released a new piece of clothing that has the whole fashion world in a buzz at the brilliant design. Somehow it only got worse from there.

As she ranted it became clear, dinner had long been forgotten. Not wasting food you put the plates in the fridge before lending her to the bedroom. Assisting the clothing designer to get changed into her matching set of pajamas along with removing her earrings. Once she was ready you pulled her to bed cuddling up to her as she returned the affection.

Somehow you ended up on top of her like a weighted blanket but it didn't seem Chocolate Bon Bon minded that much. Her hands lightly rub circles into your back every now and again pulling your body closer to hers. Even in this moment of affection she was still ranting about her day adding more details as she held your body against hers.

Listening to her woes you hummed in agreement softly brushing your fingers through her hair. Doing so her voice grew quiet, shifting her head to rest against yours.

“But all that worth it knowing I have the most beautiful wife waiting for me to return home each day.”

The fashion designer mumbled pressing her lips against your cheek as her eyes fell shut. The weight of her stressful day was gone all thanks to you, leaving the elegant cookie to return to her senses.  All she could feel now was affectionate for the amazing woman she was lucky enough to be married to. At her words you return the kiss with one on her forehead.

“And I get a wife who is the most fashionable and affectionate cookie of them all.”

As you spoke she nodded a smile breaking onto her lips as she let out a soft laugh. She couldn't agree more with you as she begins to pepper your face in kisses which turned you into a flustered mess giggling from her affection.

Today hasn't been good for the cookie designer but it didn't mean it wasn't going to remain like that. Before her body gave into her tired state of mind she got to enjoy the last moments of the day with the most gorgeous woman she knew.

You were her muse in fashion as long as she had you, there was nothing she couldn't do.

~♡~

“Huh?”

“Huh?!”

Normally behaviour like this could never bother the oh so great beast, but somehow he met his match. In the dumbest way possible not even pure vanilla was this demise what was genuinely wrong with you that no matter what he did you never seem to be tricked. Was the universe bending to your reality or were you too stupid to get what he was doing?

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Yes!! You did something WrOnG your reaction. What was that?! I put on a performance, and you give me nothing back?!? No anger, no sadness, no fear, just this blank look!”

Shadow Milk grumbled as he barely held it together. Snapping his own staff in half through this frustrating turn of events. Waving his hands he draws attention to your face and the lack of wrinkles of anger or anything on it. Just a mere blank look like you didn't understand what he had just said.

“It wasn't a good performance then? You can try again if you want to.”

Grinding his teeth together he was debating if it was even worth bothering to try to trick you once more. But you had something he wanted so breathing out some frustration he tried to strike a deal with you instead.

“Okay how about this. You're a cookie who lives a pretty normal life, and I'm a very powerful cookie compared to you.”

Clapping his hands together Shadow Milk tints his head flashing his teeth.

“And you're currently struggling so how about you give me just a tiny, so very tiny piece of information and in return I'll give you anything your silly cookie heart desires?”

“Oh I'm good.”

You didn't even think about it for a moment just answering the first thing that came to mind. Many cookies who do anything for what he was offering, and instead you turned it down. Maybe you just didn't understand what he was giving you. There was no way you were smart enough to turn him down. You were dumb enough to be here, so why aren't you falling for his trap?

“You sure. It's ANYTHING you want! Power, Love, Money, Literally anything your little tiny cookie mind could think of!”

He tried to sweeten the deal, but he couldn't hide the pure anger that was building up inside the beast cookie mind.

“Hm… Anything quite big and I don't need it, so I'll pass.”

Those two-tone blue eyes stare at you like you just murdered his whole family. Lips parted as he couldn't believe what he heard. Did you think anything was a physical object were you that idiotic to think to take his words literally?

“Generally how are you alive?”

He spoke his thoughts just blankly staring at the person who somehow never gave him anything to work with. Pure Vanilla may be ignoring and frustratingly positive but at least he could trick the healer. Compared to that ignoring blond cookie you were a literal brick wall to simply minded to even consider his words. His art form was lost on you and no matter how much he tried it was never going to click.

“Oh well that easy to answer you see I was baked in the oven-”

Pausing your words you noticed the blue jester cookie was nowhere in sight leaving in a puff of frustration and smoke. Confused as to why he would leave a conversation short. You were just about to get to the good part. You may have won this battle, but the trickster will be back soon to try and fool you once more. Unfortunately the beast wasn't aware he had doomed himself to always lose against you. As no matter how many times he tries you will never be fooled by him.

The fool finally meets his match.

~♡~

Another pathetic whimper escapes as your fingers dig into flesh trying to hold on to this losing battle.

“That's it, you're doing so well.”

Praise comes from the front as a chuckle comes from the back. A familiar hand of the thirteenth division captain gently runs through your hair, clearly your vision making said captain visible once more.

Ukitake breath was uneven sweat drips from his temple as his other hand grips onto your raised thigh for dear life. His hips buckled against yours pushing deeper into the wet need that call for him. His dick worked wonders slipping in and out hitting all the right spots.

“Your so good. Just amazing, you know that."

The white hair man's head fell to your shoulder as praise fell from his lips. Each thrust that leads to an explosion of pleasure, praise was soon to follow. It was as natural as breathing to Ukitake at this point. Which only lead to more moans and whimpers to slip from your lips.

If one praises then what does the other do?

“Hm here I thought I was the man whore, but it seems I was very wrong.”

Husky was the other voice drawing you fuzzy mind to the other man fucking you. His muscular chest pushed right up against your back. Keeping you sandwich between the two older captains.

“You like this, don't you? Greedy boy needing both holes fucked at the same time?”

Kyōraku whispers, pressing his lips against your ear as his hands remain gripping your waist, playful squeezing your flesh. His hips matching his close friend movement thrusting his cock in rhythm reshaping your needy hole to his liking. Making sure to make you whimper flooding your brain with overwhelming pleasure.

“Y-yes… It feels so good, Captain.”

With a whimper you barely answered his question as another deep rumble of a chuckle came from Kyōraku.

“Jūshurō, what do you think, feels good?"

“This is heaven, just pure heaven in physical flesh. You're such an amazing man shaped by the Soul King to be perfect.”

Ukitake breathes out eyes half open as his mouth hangs open currently experiencing a new high.

“Heh sounds like someone is drunk off boy pussy almost makes me want to switch positions to tire it out.”

Kyōraku teases nibbling your ear before he moves his hands to grip your head, twisting it around so he could push his lips against yours. Messy was the kiss as drunk off pleasure you could taste the sake on his lips. Tongue pushing past soon finding its way into your move as a low moan slips from you.

A low grumble came from him as his cock twitched inside. It was oh so overwhelming to be pleased by two captains, each one making sure your needy holes are stuffed. Matching each other pace like it was second nature, each thrust hitting your g spot making your body twitch in pleasure.

Nothing was making sense as your lips break away from one captain's kiss only to be dragged into another heavy make out by the other. Saliva drips from your lips as you were brought to new highs fully helpless to their control over your bliss.

With the high it soon crashes and brings you back down as your body is filled with hot ropes. Sweat dripped from all three of you as you couldn't feel your legs. Your head falls forward resting against Ukitake body as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You did amazing. If you need to go ahead and rest we take care of everything else.”

Listening to your body gave in to tired out fighting against them. You wanted this and having achieved it you happily fell asleep in their warm embrace.

~♥︎~

A flutter of movement as eyes fall towards the tea in hand. A curious shine reflects in the ancient king's eyes, watching how the first brew of tea was poured over the clay tea pet. Even if you offer him the imperfect first brew, he would have gladly accepted and enjoyed it, but to see you were going the extra mile made his chest tight.

“Oh what is this? It smells amazing.”

At his question, you glance up meeting his gaze. Watching how a smile had appeared on his lips waiting for you to explain to him. He seems to always smile at you as if you were the most important person in the world. Normally that would be off-putting, but for a kind soul like him to smile at you, it meant it was genuine.

“Longjing tea. Picked it up when visiting a Cookie in Flower City.”

Speaking, you finished up preparing the tea by pouring his cup first. Placing it in front of him, you lend back watching as he takes the cup into his hand. Softly blowing, he lifts it up, taking a small sip.

“Quite a mellow yet refreshing taste.”

Pure Vanilla stated, placing the cup back as the afternoon sun kisses his features. A smile never leaves his lips as his attention falls back onto you.

“Sounds like I brewed it correctly.”

“Of course you did. Were you expecting you didn't brew it right?”

Sighing, you shrugged, dragging a finger against the table, trying to come up with an acceptable lie. That you were expecting for it to taste horrible that you wanted him to forget about trying to befriend you.

“I guess so.”

At your tone, his smile fell, remaining quiet for a moment too long. You looked away, wondering if that was the right set of words to tell him. The sound of cloth drew your attention back onto him, finding him holding the tea in hand with the softness of gazes, offering you his tea. An empty cup sits on the table next to the teapot, yet instead of pouring you a cup, he had offered the same cup he had drank out of. You should logically turn down his gesture, yet instead, you lend in accepting it.

Taking a sip holding your hands against his, keeping the cup still. Your eyes flutter shut as a sigh escapes you shortly after. It tasted just as he described it, mellow yet refreshing. Like a flower caught in the morning breeze.

“Should have let it brew for a minute longer.”

Yet to you, there was still something wrong as you mumbled out a weak reason to dislike what you have made. Letting go of his hands, you pour yourself a cup as Pure Vanilla eyes fall back onto his tea cup. He was quiet for a moment, and you found yourself worried your negative of one self had affected him.

“Say what about this. Where did you get this?”

Changing the focus, you bring his attention towards the breathtaking cake that sat uneaten on the table. Even by the smell you could tell it would be delicious. A three tier vanilla cake with a mix of buttercream frosting and fresh strawberries between each layer. Seeing your excitement for the sweet treat, he scratched his cheek.

“Oh I made it.”

Staring at him, a brow raised your attention switches between the ancient hero and mouth watering cake on display. With a smile he cuts the cake, offering you a slice, which you gladly took.

“I didn't know you could bake.”

Making a passing comment, you take a bite letting a grin appear soon after. All three flavors came together, creating a masterpiece in your mouth. For you had baked some delicious cakes in the past, but somehow, this one that he made was the best you ever taste.

Maybe you should be worried a Cookie could bake this good.

But then again, looking at the blond frosted cookie whose dough grew warm with flush. Happylily drinking some more of your imperfect tea. He wouldn't try anything. In fact, he seems more interested in trying to bring you joy than anything else. If he was anyone else, you probably would have told him that it would be pointless to try to do that.

“I had some help from friends. Even so, it took a couple of attempts to bake something that was edible.”

Pure Vanilla hummed as he rested his head in his palms once he finished his tea. Smiling softly, eyes half closed as he watched how you chuckled at his comment. For in this moment, he wasn't an ancient hero he was just a Cookie who made you smile.

These moments alone with you were rare. There was a pain behind your eyes he yet to understand, and maybe he never will. But if he can share more moments like this, spending the afternoon enjoying some tea and cake brings a smile to your face. Then perhaps it is alright if you keep him in the dark. One day you trust him enough to tell him what is troubling you.

Until that day comes, he just makes sure you spend your time with him in joy one afternoon tea at a time.

~♡~

Were you even doing this right?

Griping the older man thighs squeeze them, you held them apart. For the first time, you were taking the lead, a want… no a need finally being achieved. From the whimpers that leave his lips that told you were at least doing something right. Hands griping the sheets as he arched his back. Meeting the bare flesh of your chest.

“Fuck…”

Emre voice rings out as his eyes flutter open. Body buckling into yours, you grip his flesh, pressing yourself deeper against his flesh and in return deeper into his form. Even if you weren't fully sure what you were doing, at least your body did. 

Hips moving against his earning more than one cry of pleasure from him. Fingers digging into his muscular thighs grip onto dear life as everything goes hazy. Everything forced on the feeling of you inside of him.  Euphoric was what came to mind in this state of bliss.

“Emre! Your bottoming now on.”

Horsey speaking, a hand breaks away from his hips. Tracing his ribs, making it all the way up his form until your fingers curled against his head grip his hair.

“Y-yeah fuck yeah got it! Wasn't planning on switching.”

Drool escaped his lips as he could barely form a sentence to answer.  He was barely in control of his body. But this was different, not like when Chernobog takes contorl no this was different. 

You were in control, a man domaining him right into the bedsheets. He was a whimper pillow princess at your work. Fully at your mercy, and for the first time, he wanted this. He wanted you to control him.

Pulling his hair, his face twisted around meeting yours. In a hasty move, you kiss him passion dripping from the action. He follows your lead, moaning into the kisses as you push deeper into him. 

“Please fuck more of this please!”

His pleading reaches your ears as his body twitches in pleasure. Drawing your lips away, you stare down at him, pasuing your movement. which earns a whimper from him.

His body was on fire, every muscle shaking as his eyes pledged for more. Left uncare for was his cock that was just begging to be taken care of. This glorious sight was only for you to see a reward for what you done. For how you pleasure him into a state of submission. Scanning the sight once more, your lips twisted up, gripping his hips, giving yourself a moment to catch your breath.

“Yeah wasn't planning this to be a one night thing.”

Closing your eyes, you thrust your hips forward, ripping a wave of pleasure towards both of you.  This was heaven, pure heaven only you could bring to him and inly he could give to you.  In this moment, you were a simple man, and all you needed was to pound him into the bed until it broke. Until your body gives in and until he is left a mess.

What a sight it will be.

~♥︎~

“So these explosions people like?”

Watching as he held the fireworks directly to his face, a curious spark shone in his eyes. Worried quickly dawns your face as you notice the lit fuse of the firework. Before you could react, it goes off exploring into a colour mess of gunpowder right on the junker face.

With a cough, he's twisted around to face you, giving a big toothy grin. Trying to show he wasn't hurt. How silly that he was more concerned about how you feel than his physical health.

“Please don't point them directly at yourself. But yes, people like fireworks.”

Answering your attention shifted, holding his chin, you held him still as you grabbed a spare cloth with the other. Pressing it against his skin, wiping away the colourful ash revealing his natural hue. That has been kissed by the aussie sun so many times.

“And what should I do with them then?”

Curiosity drips from his lips, which draws a smile to yours. Even if you were mad at him, how could one stay angry looking at a face like that.

“Do you need me to show you?”

Nodding along with your words, you released his face, moving away to grab another fire that was sitting on the sit lines.

“First thing is you place it on the ground in an area that has a clear view on the sky. Next, you light the fuse, then you get away and watch the results. Simple enough.”

Planting the firework into the ground, you stood tall, pulling a lighter from your pocket. Holding said Lighter out you watch his eyes light up, wanting to take it, but unsure if you allow that. With a simple nod, you gave him your permission. With the lighter taken he bends down lighting the fuse with such gleefullness. When he didn't move from his position, you grabbed hold of his hand, yanking him back towards a safe distance.

Like thunder, the firework shot up painting the night sky with colour as it went off. For even though the sky bursts with colour, your eyes remain downwards forcing on him. Watching his toothy grin and the pure joy written on his face.

“Did you see that! It went skk boom! He hee I could use that in a bomb. Jamison Fawkes fire bombs! Got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?”

Huffing out some air from your nose, you could already imagine the trouble he was going to end up in trying to make a bomb that blows up like a firework.

“Maybe the name needs a bit of work... in the meantime, I want some more fireworks.”

Eyes wide, he holds face, jumping up and down with the biggest grin like a kid in a candy store. Or would it be a bomb store in his case. Even though it was dangerous to treat fireworks so lightly, just seeing the joy on his face made it all worth it. They're different at times where he can be too muc, but you wouldn't change anything about the junker. In the mess that was him, he had a unique sense of charm.

“Oi what if I light all of them at once that’ll make the colour pop even more!”

“Wait Jamison no!”

At the bang, both of you were left in an aftermath of colourful dust. Seeing the mess he made, you ended up laughing, wiping a tear from your eye.

What a rat.

~♡~

“Do you have to do this?”

Barely a whisper he spoke, holding your head in hand. Here you were so pathetic that you even bothered to fight against a god. Tracing his fingers against your flesh, watching how you try to fight against the need to lend into his touch.

“It's pointless to fight if you don't even have the strength to do so.”

He had won yet again, barely was it a fight for he had out classed you in every way. You had no chance against his strength, his intelligence, or his spiritual pressure. But it always was this way, like a honey badger you never knew when to quit. Fear never seems to stop you from attempting to beat him. Ever since you first met him, you attempt to end his life, each failure never stopping you.

Forcefully pushing his thumb into your mouth, he runs it across your teeth, trying to find a gap. Once he does, he hooks it down, opening your jaw much to your dismay. Running a finger over your tongue just watching for your reaction.

“I could put your mouth to good use…”

Aizen mumbles a pasting through which got that glare he knew too well from you. Even feeling your fingers dig into his knees, showing there was still your charming personality still left kicking after losing again.

For a moment, your dismay of the situation changes as you watch him draw the hand that rested on your cheek away. Watching how he drags his fingers tips against his thigh, he works all the way up until he reaches his waist. Pushing the cloth aside, you were met with a sight you didn't think you'd ever see.

A cock that could only be described as a work of art. Had he always been packing this or had the hogyoku affected his body in other ways. Reality hit quickly as that pasting thought he had was becoming real.

Having your jaw open, he slides it in, making you take it. The salty taste burns into your mind as you feel your own pants tighten. It didn't make sense to your logical side that you found this hot even if you hated this man. The thought of being forced into this shouldn't arouse you.

Yet when he grabbed a hand full of your hair using it to move your head, you felt your dick twitched. Feeling the veins of his cock fill your mouth felt almost too good for your mind to handle.

Maybe you could forget who this cock was attached to…

Nearly gagging your eyes goes wide, feeling his foot brush against your Groin. The second you were lending into the role, he just had to rip that away from you. Even if you enjoyed this, he was still a bastard.

“Good boy, keep doing that, and I'll reward you.”

Watching how your brows knitted together, a low groan comes from him as you react in a different way to his comment. You had bit down, which wasn't enough to hurt him but instead brought him pleasure, much to your dismay. How the roughness of your teeth felt against the ridges of his skin created just the right amount of friction. Hitting an ich, Aizen could never get with someone else.

Buried deep down, he knew you felt the same, but your hatred towards him had always been such a turn-on.

Watching him tug your head as slowly you begin moving on your own. Trying to draw some power you could from him, even if it was as little as this. Keeping to his word, as you moved, he lifted his foot up, pushing it against your bulge. Shifting it to match your pace, which got whimpers from you.

When your jaw was beginning to sting, you glared up at him, noticing the grip he had on your head was gone. Seeing your chance for revenge you rip your mouth away biting down as you do so giving one last fuck you to him. Unfortunately your timing was off as your action was rewarded with getting your face coated with his climax.

Which seemed to only amuse him when he came down from his high. Grabbing your chin watching the mix of blood and cum drip from your lips. Angry written on your face as the painfully noticeable tent in your pants just begging for his attention. Seeing what he did a smirk dawns on his lips as he rubs salt onto the wound.

“See that wasn't so hard now, was it?”

~♥︎~