The Pet Series
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Adult +
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7
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Heat
Title: Heat
Author: Shadow Arashi
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: implied Aizen x Grimmjow, most of the Espada x Grimmjow (yes, I went there)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 955
Summary: "Shut… up and… be a good kitty!" The fifth grunted "Ulquiorra, Szayel… Stark and Yammy had their turn… now it’s mine!"
Warnings: Lemon content, only (maybe) very light humour (for once), Aizen being possessive, pantera!Grimmjow in heat and being totally apathetic about it. Just… don’t ask.
Disclaimer: Bleach and all its characters belong to Tite Kubo, this fic is written for entertainment only and I don't make any profit of it.
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The glass of water he was holding slowly slipped from his fingers, forgotten, before finally hitting the floor with a loud clang and sending water everywhere. The noise went unnoticed in the groan and moans echoing into the room.
Aizen opened his mouth soundlessly twice, eyes wide as saucers and brain desperately trying to compute the sight in front of him.
"What… the hell…?" he whispered.
Completely ignoring the shocked master of Las Noches, Nnoitra kept thrusting wildly into the languid body of the Sexta, whom upper body was pressed flat against the meeting table beneath him for balance.
The blue haired hollow sighed and rested his head on one arm, looking thoughtfully bored, before checking the clock on the far wall. The soft looking cat ears of his pantera form flicked once when Nnoitra made a particular loud groan behind him.
"Can’t you hurry up, the meeting will start soon."
Grimmjow complained, his voice perfectly even and not out of breathe at all, a sharp contrast with the taller arrancar currently pounding into his ass.
"Shut… up and… be a good kitty!" The fifth grunted "Ulquiorra, Szayel… Stark and Yammy had their turn… now it’s mine!"
"Tch!"
Grimmjow snorted and, apparently having had enough, raised his ass higher and wrapped his tail around Nnoitra’s waist, using it as leverage to increase the strength and pace of their coupling. Nnoitra let out a pleased gasp of ecstasy while the feline seemed slightly relieved.
After a few more minutes of frantic thrusting, Nnoitra growled and tightened his hold almost painfully on Grimmjow’s slender hips, coming deep inside the panther. Aizen saw the Sexta roll his eyes (his face wasn’t even flushed) and buck into the fifth Espada’s grip, which resulted in Nnoitra slipping out of Grimmjow’s body and falling onto the floor with a loud thud.
When the fifth didn’t move again Aizen stared at the fallen arrancar in disbelief, and nearly had a heart attack when he saw the passed out forms of Szayel, Ulquiorra, Stark and even Yammy next to the fifth.
"What… what in Heaven’s name just happened here?!"
The former captain exploded, unable to contain himself any longer. Grimmjow’s head immediately snapped toward him, his long hair flying in a delicate wave behind him.
"Oh Aizen-sama, is it time for the meeting already?"
The feline purred gently (Aizen suspected he wasn’t aware of doing it), and leaned fully onto the table and casually wiping the fluids running down his thighs with a nearby box of tissues.
"I hope you have a good explanation for this."
Aizen replied icily, eyes glaring daggers at the out cold Espada. He could already feel the veins in his forehead throb in fury. How any of them dare touch his Sexta! He didn’t create the hotter than hell feline to have him defiled by those- those animals damnit!
"I’m in heat."
Grimmjow said still in that low purring of his, tail twitching slowly once in a while as he continued to clean up his fur.
"In… heat?"
The master of Las Noches felt his blood rush downward in a sudden burst of heat and thought he was going to faint and join the five others idiots on the floor.
"Yeah… it started a week ago but it’s mostly over now. Only problem is that they," he pointed at the still passed out arrancars with one velvety black claw "kept jumping me all the damn time. Something about me being out of control unless I receive a good fuck." The blue haired arrancar’s disbelieving sneer clearly expressed his opinion on the matter "I tried to tell them it wasn’t necessary anymore but they didn’t listen. Damn morons are all wiped out now, good thing too because I was starting to get sick of lifting my tail for them. Personally, I think they were more affected by it than I was but they won’t admit it."
Grimmjow finished his explanation with a snort, and finally judging he was clean enough for his taste, threw the used tissues away.
"You don’t say…" The former captain deadpanned.
The panther felt a shiver run down his back at the dark tone. Grimmjow looked back at his leader questioningly and was about to speak when he caught the murderous look on Aizen’s face. His mouth closed with a snap and he instinctively attempted to make himself look smaller, his tail curling around his legs.
"Aizen-sama?"
He started with a small voice, only to be cut short by the shinigami.
"Grimmjow, go to your room and don’t get out until I’ve personally come to fetch you."
"Wha-"
"Don’t question my order. Go now." He snarled, hands already reaching for his zanpakuto and Grimmjow nearly hissed in sudden fear for his life "I have a matter to settle with my Espada about using my property."
Grimmjow wasn’t about to argue with the man. He left as quickly as possible without actually running with his tail between his legs.
He was only glad that Aizen’s sudden bout of rage wasn’t directed at him for once.
Aizen didn’t tear his eyes away from his targets as his Sexta exited the meeting room, rather concentrating all his attention on the five arrancars passed out on the floor. He could now see that they were all in various state of undress and dirty with fluids he refused to think about.
His hand tightened on his zanpakuto.
"First lesson of the day," he murmured as Ulquiorra stirred, dark green eyes slowly fluttering open "Grimmjow Jeagerjaques lifts his tail for no one but ME!"
And reality exploded into a world of pain for five very unlucky arrancars.
None of them would ever dare lay a hand on the Sexta ever again.
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AN: Yeah, I went there. And yes, I’m probably going to hell. So, I’m truly sorry but my muse wouldn’t let me forget about it and I wanted to try something different about Grimmjow’s feline nature. Trust him to be the only guy to be able to be difficult while getting screwed... Now I’m gonna pray very hard that they don’t have internet access in Hueco Mundo. And I mean pray very hard…
Author: Shadow Arashi
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: implied Aizen x Grimmjow, most of the Espada x Grimmjow (yes, I went there)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 955
Summary: "Shut… up and… be a good kitty!" The fifth grunted "Ulquiorra, Szayel… Stark and Yammy had their turn… now it’s mine!"
Warnings: Lemon content, only (maybe) very light humour (for once), Aizen being possessive, pantera!Grimmjow in heat and being totally apathetic about it. Just… don’t ask.
Disclaimer: Bleach and all its characters belong to Tite Kubo, this fic is written for entertainment only and I don't make any profit of it.
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The glass of water he was holding slowly slipped from his fingers, forgotten, before finally hitting the floor with a loud clang and sending water everywhere. The noise went unnoticed in the groan and moans echoing into the room.
Aizen opened his mouth soundlessly twice, eyes wide as saucers and brain desperately trying to compute the sight in front of him.
"What… the hell…?" he whispered.
Completely ignoring the shocked master of Las Noches, Nnoitra kept thrusting wildly into the languid body of the Sexta, whom upper body was pressed flat against the meeting table beneath him for balance.
The blue haired hollow sighed and rested his head on one arm, looking thoughtfully bored, before checking the clock on the far wall. The soft looking cat ears of his pantera form flicked once when Nnoitra made a particular loud groan behind him.
"Can’t you hurry up, the meeting will start soon."
Grimmjow complained, his voice perfectly even and not out of breathe at all, a sharp contrast with the taller arrancar currently pounding into his ass.
"Shut… up and… be a good kitty!" The fifth grunted "Ulquiorra, Szayel… Stark and Yammy had their turn… now it’s mine!"
"Tch!"
Grimmjow snorted and, apparently having had enough, raised his ass higher and wrapped his tail around Nnoitra’s waist, using it as leverage to increase the strength and pace of their coupling. Nnoitra let out a pleased gasp of ecstasy while the feline seemed slightly relieved.
After a few more minutes of frantic thrusting, Nnoitra growled and tightened his hold almost painfully on Grimmjow’s slender hips, coming deep inside the panther. Aizen saw the Sexta roll his eyes (his face wasn’t even flushed) and buck into the fifth Espada’s grip, which resulted in Nnoitra slipping out of Grimmjow’s body and falling onto the floor with a loud thud.
When the fifth didn’t move again Aizen stared at the fallen arrancar in disbelief, and nearly had a heart attack when he saw the passed out forms of Szayel, Ulquiorra, Stark and even Yammy next to the fifth.
"What… what in Heaven’s name just happened here?!"
The former captain exploded, unable to contain himself any longer. Grimmjow’s head immediately snapped toward him, his long hair flying in a delicate wave behind him.
"Oh Aizen-sama, is it time for the meeting already?"
The feline purred gently (Aizen suspected he wasn’t aware of doing it), and leaned fully onto the table and casually wiping the fluids running down his thighs with a nearby box of tissues.
"I hope you have a good explanation for this."
Aizen replied icily, eyes glaring daggers at the out cold Espada. He could already feel the veins in his forehead throb in fury. How any of them dare touch his Sexta! He didn’t create the hotter than hell feline to have him defiled by those- those animals damnit!
"I’m in heat."
Grimmjow said still in that low purring of his, tail twitching slowly once in a while as he continued to clean up his fur.
"In… heat?"
The master of Las Noches felt his blood rush downward in a sudden burst of heat and thought he was going to faint and join the five others idiots on the floor.
"Yeah… it started a week ago but it’s mostly over now. Only problem is that they," he pointed at the still passed out arrancars with one velvety black claw "kept jumping me all the damn time. Something about me being out of control unless I receive a good fuck." The blue haired arrancar’s disbelieving sneer clearly expressed his opinion on the matter "I tried to tell them it wasn’t necessary anymore but they didn’t listen. Damn morons are all wiped out now, good thing too because I was starting to get sick of lifting my tail for them. Personally, I think they were more affected by it than I was but they won’t admit it."
Grimmjow finished his explanation with a snort, and finally judging he was clean enough for his taste, threw the used tissues away.
"You don’t say…" The former captain deadpanned.
The panther felt a shiver run down his back at the dark tone. Grimmjow looked back at his leader questioningly and was about to speak when he caught the murderous look on Aizen’s face. His mouth closed with a snap and he instinctively attempted to make himself look smaller, his tail curling around his legs.
"Aizen-sama?"
He started with a small voice, only to be cut short by the shinigami.
"Grimmjow, go to your room and don’t get out until I’ve personally come to fetch you."
"Wha-"
"Don’t question my order. Go now." He snarled, hands already reaching for his zanpakuto and Grimmjow nearly hissed in sudden fear for his life "I have a matter to settle with my Espada about using my property."
Grimmjow wasn’t about to argue with the man. He left as quickly as possible without actually running with his tail between his legs.
He was only glad that Aizen’s sudden bout of rage wasn’t directed at him for once.
Aizen didn’t tear his eyes away from his targets as his Sexta exited the meeting room, rather concentrating all his attention on the five arrancars passed out on the floor. He could now see that they were all in various state of undress and dirty with fluids he refused to think about.
His hand tightened on his zanpakuto.
"First lesson of the day," he murmured as Ulquiorra stirred, dark green eyes slowly fluttering open "Grimmjow Jeagerjaques lifts his tail for no one but ME!"
And reality exploded into a world of pain for five very unlucky arrancars.
None of them would ever dare lay a hand on the Sexta ever again.
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AN: Yeah, I went there. And yes, I’m probably going to hell. So, I’m truly sorry but my muse wouldn’t let me forget about it and I wanted to try something different about Grimmjow’s feline nature. Trust him to be the only guy to be able to be difficult while getting screwed... Now I’m gonna pray very hard that they don’t have internet access in Hueco Mundo. And I mean pray very hard…