#espadas bleach

Yes, I get what you're asking, dear anon. Here:

A bitch

I mean?

Is there any other reaction?

He'll drag you to Hueco Mundo against your will.

If you get too whiny about it he'd be like: Jesus fuck, fine. Let's stay in the human world. I guess now I'll have to go fight Kurosaki instead. 🙄🤷

Ichigo is not impressed.

Like he would literally exchange a deadpan look with you.

As soon as Ichigo's son sees Grimmjow he runs inside the house and comes back with the freaking maracas 😭🥺

You manage to drag him out of that situation by making (begging?) Ichigo to swear he'd have a sparring session with Grimmjow another day.

Grimmjow just sulks.

Man, poor thing, you think.

Fine, you offer to cook a warm meal and he accepts. Eating something that won't decay halfway down his stomach is always a yes for him.

You share your food with him as you watch his favorite human show 1000 Ways to Die? 💀

ARRANCAR X FAMILY ❤️

Anon, do you mean to tell me you could bring an Arrancar to dinner, and they'll be ok with it? Damn, some have all the luck!

Starrk is weary of not fucking it up. Moving slower than he usually does, putting things away with utmost care as he helps around your kitchen before you serve dinner. Your parents love him! He's handsome and seems to know how to take care of you. Sure, the attire is weird, but they don't judge!

At first, they're a bit nervous about the literal shark teeth around her face. However, Harribel's solemn attitude and sweet demeanor while looking at you make your family melt as they realize how much you mean to her. Sure she slayed a cup that burnt your hand, but hey, that just means she'll protect you, right?

Ulquiorra: It was awkward at first, yet despite Ulquiorra's icy attitude, your family noticed he had strong feelings for you. Even if he hadn't realized it. And it's just that Ulquiorra's attitude is like: 'I don't care about y/n, but if anything happens to them, I'll kill everyone in the room and then myself' Your parents think he's hilarious.

Oh, Nnoitra craved to see your face when your parents yelled at you that you brought a monster into their homes. Instead, he found they were missing as many screws as you. It was beyond uncomfortable for him, feeling so welcomed. Yet, as undeserving as he stood, Nnoitra was surprised to find he was bearing this for your sake.

Grimmjow: You begged him to behave, and as Grimmjow owed you one, Grimmjow did his best to meet his word. However, destructive by nature as he was, it wasn't long before he picked a fight with your drunk cousin. When he finally blasted him over a table, your whole fam cheered. "It was about time somebody put that bicthy boy in his place!" one of your grannies said, and Grmmjow cackled. Your family was actually not that bad.

Szayel: In his research, one's partner is supposed to make a memorable first impression, so that was his initial intention. However, hollow technology and human food did not always go together, and the robot he built explored over the table.

Summary: After a talk with Nel about nesting instincts, you decide you'll make one for Grimmjow.

Fluff/reader has powers/gender-neutral reader

Summary: Starrk finally takes the lead in your lovemaking, and he realizes, in surprise, that you're his place to call home.

WARNINGS: Nothing, really? vanilla sex / very soft, very sweet / drooling/reader tops / SMUT / NSFW

A/N: From the little survey that I posted a few days ago! I know technically Grimmjow won, and I promise I'll post his smut soon, but as Starrk generated more interaction, I decided to post him first!

Enjoy💜

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The world dissolved around him within your embrace. When you were this close, nothing surpassed the overwhelming euphoria that coursed through Stark's body like a mighty torrent.

Stark reclined, his head gently meeting the plush comfort of the pillows. A deep inhalation filled his lungs as he fought to maintain composure, captivated by the sight of you sucking him up so deep.

We need more of him, indeed!

SFW

When you began introducing him to human things, two immediately caught his eye: makeup and skincare.

This guy would go crazy for makeup, especially purple glitter eyeshadow.

Don't even try to argue—why? Because sparkling like that makes him ✨stand out✨ on the battlefield.

The more attention he attracts, the more people witness his incredible abilities, acknowledging him as a force to be reckoned with.

On the flip side, skincare would be his relaxation haven.

He'd doze off while you pamper his skin with various products. Yes, you'd have to be the one who does it. He won't waste time putting creams on his face.

Obviously, you'd be the lucky one taking care of Luppi-sama 🙄

It's a privilege to thrive in his presence!

In truth, he just wants to spend time with you, but saying that out loud makes Luppi feel like he might spontaneously combust.

He takes you to see his fights like it's a football game 😩

Luppi thrives on the energy when he witnesses you shouting to cheer him on!

He starts showing off with a hint of cockiness. However, in the heat of the action, Luppi comes dangerously close to accidentally injuring you as a piece of his opponent hurtles in your direction.

And he sees this and immediately a bolt of unsettledness hits him.

Girl, he's like 😨

Rescues you in a heartbeat and then waits, allowing the sentiment to sink in.

Omg, he would care if you died!!!!

haha no, of course not! haha... no, right? Right???

This incident is the beginning of his spiral down the acknowledgment he has grown stupid, unwanted feelings for you.

Once he accepts it, horror strikes.

He claps a hand over his mouth and tiny droplets of sweat bead on his forehead. Honestly, he looks so dreadful you have to ask if he's alright.

NSFW

Now, he would be a bratty bottom™

But once you've dominated him well, he'll squirm and be all cute for you~♡

Totally has a mummy kink idk he looks like he likes that shit 😩🙏

This mtf is LOUD when he comes

He thinks he's so hot, he'd like mirror sex to look at himself 😭

Once he knows aftercare there's no way you'll end a session without giving him some cuddles

He'll act entitled about it tho. Like "Fine you can do that lovey-dovey thing you like to do. I'm ready." like it's such a drag for him

And when you're like, oh no I won't do it if you don't want to, as you motion to leave.

He'll cling to you 💀💀

Luppi's face is red as he says, "Is not that I don't want to, I- it doesn't bother me, so do it if you want."

I think this is hilarious!

Starrk: Is like !!! Then he processes it as play aggression and he's so happy that you felt you could do that to him knowing the scope of his force.

Harribel: You triggered her submission instinct by accident since it was a bit sudden and close to her throat. After it passes she scolds you not to do that, but the truth is Harribel didn't dislike it.

Ulquiorra: Ew, stop. What are you doing? You're leaving saliva on him. But you laugh and you do it again, it feels strangely vulnerable, and perps the warmth of that intimacy is the only reason why he allowed it.

Nnoitra: You better have some resistance because he can punch you through a wall if you do this all of a sudden. I don't think Nnoitra is a fan of play aggression. The idea of killing you on accident makes uncomfy.

Grimmjow: Immediately bites you back. He finds play aggression to be ultimately amusing because he's always on the winning end. You always end up bruised! luckily, it doesn't bother you

I made some mix between HC and scenarios lol Idk what this is but I think is good! Hope you like it! :D

COYOTE STARRK

At first, he has several question marks floating around his head. He is a Hollow, which means he's a destructive creature so powerful he's cursed with eternal loneliness. Starrk is dazed the first time you tell him:

"I love spending time with you!" Like, why? All he does is sleep and occasionally pay attention to you whenever you visit.

"Starrk, you're soft for a Hollow!" Well, that's a bit denigrating, but he likes that you aren't afraid to speak your mind to him.

"Dearest Starrk, I missed you." Now that's... wow. He finds himself invaded by an entirely new and pleasant feeling.

One day, you both were chilling, cuddling between cosy sheets and fluffy cushions. Your head rested over his chest while his cheek was on your head. Stark wrapped his arms around you as you took in as much of his scent as you could.

"I want it to be morning already," you commented idly. Starrk moved to face you. His gaze was surprisingly soft.

"Why?" he inquired.

"I want to eat the brownies I bought this afternoon. Morning sweets and coffee are my favourites for breakfast," you told him. Starrk hummed, pulling closer as he nuzzled your hair.

Then, an intrusive thought reached your mind. "Starrk... have you ever looked forward to doing something when you wake up?" your voice was gentle as you stroked his hair. The motion was relaxing. Sark adored, if not treasured, those gestures.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, have you ever wanted to do something first thing in the morning when you opened your eyes?"

When he answered that he'd love to open his eyes to find he wasn't alone anymore, your heart broke a little.

"You know what? Tomorrow morning you're trying the brownies with me. I think you'd like chocolate!" you looked happy as you stroked his cheek, "How's that sounds?"

A fond feeling bloomed inside him when he saw through your intentions, making his tummy tickle.

"Sounds like something to look forward to when I wake up."

TIER HARRIBEL

She finds recognition to be natural. Her fraction constantly gives words of admiration regarding her strength. Your compliments, however, are somehow different.

"I love the way your hair seems to glow in the night." She looks at you as if you've said something nonsensical. Those words, however, remain in her head for the rest of the week.

"Your Hollow mask is so pretty... may I touch it?" She's amazed but scolds you for wanting such a thing. When you persist, Harribel sighs and lets you.

You start by tracing a line from her jaw to her chin, minding the sharp edges of the bone so as not to cut yourself. You go to her high cheek then, gracefully stroking the union between the bone and the skin. Harribel leans into the touch, and as soon as she realizes her action, she snaps back, pulling away.

"It's okay," you tell her, "we can go at a slow pace."

That's the first time she thinks how nice it is to have you there.

ULQUIORRA CIFER

He told you he didn't believe in the concept of the human heart. How could emotions exist if he couldn't see them? If he couldn't touch them. Feelings were a game only humans could play. Despite the concept of the human heart making him curious, Ulquiorra (as a Hollow) did not need them, nor did he want them... or did he?

You pondered his reasoning in your head for a couple of days before coming up with a plan.

"The marks on your face are beautiful," you reached out to touch them and he grabbed your wrist harshly before your hand approached his face.

"What are you doing?"

You held back a whimper when he squeezed your wrist with the clear intention to cause you pain.

"You're always saying emotions do not exist because they can't be perceived by sight. But they can. Let me show you how to see them. Let me show you how to touch them." His look deepened as he gazed into your eyes. Despite the pain, you moved forward. "Please. You won't lose anything by letting me touch your face, would you?"

"Alright," he said after a moment, as he let go of your hand. "But know that this ridiculous display will hardly prove your point. This is meaningless to us."

You traced the fine green lines of his face with the tip of your fingers. "Have you always had them?" you seemed unable to keep amazement out of your voice.

Has he? Ulquiorra didn't know. He supposes so, and so he told you.

"Hmm. Your skin is softer than I thought," you noted as you softly stroked his cheeks.

This was doing something to him, Ulquiorra recognized, and the image of the crystal tree he found decades ago came to his mind. This sensation was similar to the one he experienced back then.

He slapped your hand away. "Enough. This is ridiculous."

Ulquiorra left your room shortly after, but you knew that was a good beginning.

NNOITRA GILGA

You didn't know how he'd take it. Ideally, Nnoitra would be content with your words. Realistically, you might lose your head. But truthfully, you were dying to get it out of you.

"You're so beautiful, Nnoitra." The words leave your lips before you can do something to repress them. There's a mix of amazement and deep affection to your tone.

Nnoitra turns to you, standing on all the glory of his realized form. There's blood all over him, and his gaze is still feral.

A sprint of passion goes wild through your veins. It's bracing rising, sparkling like fireworks through your soul, filling you with uncontrolled admiration. And suddenly, you're yelling. Not at him, but to the dessert. "Nnoitra Gilga is the strongest hollow! The strongest Espada!" you can't help but smile as wide as you feel your heart, "Are you listening?! He'll crush each one of you!"

He's looking at you as if you're crazy. His eye is open in astonishment as he slowly goes back to his regular form. Why do you always do this? The endless praising. The infinite loving gazes. The stupidly unnecessary kind gestures. You're fucking haywire. Sick. And it makes Nnoitra feel something that drives him terribly uneasy.

"Shut it!" he yells at you, stomping one foot on the sand. Your eyes meet his when you stop, and he can't stand the way you're looking at him.

"You're amazing," your voice is almost a whisper of short breaths.

"Praising from weaklings means fucking nothing." he spits. "Stop–"

The poor creature he defeated makes a final pitiful sound, and Nnoitra looks back at the pool of blood and brains that's now disintegrating before placing his sight forward.

It's useless discussing this with you. You never change, no matter how many death threats he makes. Nnoitra fears that if he says something, you'll start complimenting him again somehow. And more loving words are exactly what he wants to avoid. He hates how he feels whenever you say them.

"Let's go back."

Santa Teresa leaves a trail as he drags it on the sand. His chest is tight with a feeling he fucking despises, the one who always takes over whenever you manage to touch something inside him.