hey I would like to have smut in my story but I can't write something like that, can anyone help me?

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Grimmjow stormed through the halls ofLas Noches, his footsteps heavy and his scowl deeper than ever. The tension in his chest burned like fire, his frustration boiling over after a long day of dealing with Nnoitra's smug taunts and Ulquiorra's silent, ever-judging stares.

When he reached his quarters, he shoved the door open roughly, expecting to find (Y/N) pacing like she always did, that defiant glare aimed at him.

But the room was empty.

He froze, his sharp blue eyes scanning the space. The bed was untouched, and the air was unnervingly still. The faint hum of her spiritual energy—the wild, untamed feeling that had lingered since Aizen awakened whatever was inside her—was gone.

"What the hell..." Grimmjow muttered under his breath. His fists clenched at his sides, and hisreiatsuflared, crackling around him like static electricity. He paced the room, checking every corner, though he knew it was pointless. She wasn't hiding. She wasn't here.

His teeth ground together as the realization sank in.

"Aizen."

The name escaped his lips like a growl, low and dangerous. Of course, it was Aizen. No one else would dare touch what Grimmjow had been ordered to watch.

With a frustrated snarl, Grimmjow stormed out of the room, his anger radiating off him in waves. He stalked through the white corridors ofLas Noches.

When Grimmjow finally reached the towering doors to Aizen's private chambers, twoArrancarguards stiffened at his approach.

"Step aside," he growled, his tone low and menacing.

"Lord Aizen is not to be disturbed—"

Grimmjow didn't let them finish. His hand shot out, grabbing one guard by the neck and slamming him into the wall. The other guard wisely stepped aside as Grimmjow flung the unconsciousArrancarto the ground.

"I said, step aside," he snarled, shoving the doors open without hesitation.

Inside, Aizen stood near the far end of the room, his back to the door. He was speaking softly to (Y/N), who sat stiffly on the edge of the grand bed. She looked up as Grimmjow entered, her eyes wide with surprise and something else—relief?

Aizen turned slowly, his calm smile firmly in place. "Grimmjow," he said smoothly, his tone carrying a faint note of amusement. "I wasn't expecting you."

"Cut the crap, Aizen," Grimmjow snapped, hisreiatsuflaring. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Aizen tilted his head slightly, his dark gaze unwavering. "I'm doing what is necessary."

"Necessary?" Grimmjow repeated, his sharp blue eyes narrowing. "You moved her here without saying a word to me. You think I'm just gonna stand here and let you do whatever the hell you want?"

"I don't require your permission," Aizen replied, his tone unshaken.

Grimmjow's teeth ground together, his fists clenched at his sides. "You don't own her, Aizen. She's not some experiment you can just—"

"Enough," Aizen said softly, but the weight of his voice stopped Grimmjow cold.

The air grew heavy, Aizen'sreiatsupressing down on the room like an invisible weight. Grimmjow staggered slightly, his jaw tightening as he fought to stand his ground.

"You've done well to keep her alive thus far," Aizen continued, his tone calm but carrying an edge. "But your role in this matter is over. I will take it from here."

Grimmjow's frustration boiled over, hisreiatsuflaring in defiance. "You think you can just take whatever you want? I'm not one of your mindless puppets, Aizen!"

Aizen's faint smile didn't falter, but his eyes darkened slightly. "Careful, Grimmjow. Your loyalty is valuable, but it is not irreplaceable."

Grimmjow took a step forward, his sharp blue eyes blazing. "You don't scare me."

Aizen chuckled softly, the sound low and deliberate. "Perhaps not. But you should know better than to challenge me."

The weight of Aizen'sreiatsuintensified, and Grimmjow felt his knees tremble under the pressure. He clenched his fists, his pride refusing to let him fall.

"Leave," Aizen said finally, his tone calm but unyielding. "This discussion is over."

Grimmjow glared at him for a long moment, his fists trembling with barely contained rage. Finally, with a sharp turn, he stormed out of the room, slamming the doors behind him.

In the Hallways ofLas Noches

Grimmjow's steps echoed loudly as he stalked through the empty corridors. His mind raced, torn between his frustration with Aizen and the gnawing worry he refused to admit to himself.

She wasn't just another pawn to him—he didn't even know why, but he couldn't shake the feeling that letting Aizen take her was a mistake.

"Tch. Damn it," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his teal hair.

He stopped suddenly, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as a familiarreiatsuflared nearby. Nnoitra.

The tall Espada leaned casually against the wall, his sharp grin widening as Grimmjow approached. "What's got you so worked up, kitty cat?" Nnoitra drawled, his tone mocking.

Grimmjow's fists clenched, his temper flaring. "Get out of my way, Nnoitra. I'm not in the mood for your crap."

Nnoitra chuckled, pushing off the wall. "Oh, I get it now. You're all bent out of shape because Aizen took your little pet. Thought you had her all to yourself, huh?"

The words hit a nerve, and Grimmjow'sreiatsuexploded outward, shaking the corridor.

"You wanna say that again?" Grimmjow snarled, his sharp blue eyes blazing.

Nnoitra smirked, unfazed. "Face it, Grimmjow. Aizen's just doing what he always does. Taking what he wants and leaving the rest of us to clean up the mess."

Grimmjow's blade was in his hand before he even realized it. "Shut the hell up before I make you."

The two Espada stood locked in a silent standoff, theirreiatsuclashing violently in the air. But before either of them could make a move, a third presence interrupted.

"Enough."

Ulquiorra's voice was calm, but it carried an authority that made both Grimmjow and Nnoitra turn. The fourth Espada stepped into view, his expression as unreadable as ever.

"Lord Aizen will not tolerate infighting," Ulquiorra said, his green eyes fixed on Grimmjow. "Control yourself."

Grimmjow growled under his breath, lowering his blade reluctantly. "Tch. Whatever."

He turned sharply, storming off down the corridor. But as he walked, his mind raced. He couldn't shake the feeling that Nnoitra was right—that Aizen was taking something he had no intention of giving back.

And for the first time in a long time, Grimmjow wasn't sure what to do about it.

Back in Aizen's Chambers

The door closed softly behind Grimmjow, and I let out a shaky breath. My hands were trembling in my lap, but I kept them hidden, unwilling to let Aizen see my weakness.

He turned back to me, his calm smile returning as he stepped closer. "Grimmjow can be... difficult," he said, his tone light. "But his loyalty is not without merit."

I didn't respond, my gaze fixed on the faint golden glow flickering across my hands. The warmth in my chest had grown stronger since Aizen had awakened it, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't suppress it.

"You're resisting," Aizen said softly, his dark gaze piercing. "That's good. It means you are strong."

I looked up at him, my jaw tightening. His words always felt like a trap, no matter how calmly they were spoken.

"But strength without control is dangerous," Aizen continued, stepping even closer. "You've already seen it for yourself, haven't you? The destruction it can cause."

I thought of the shattered floor in the throne room, the raw energy that had erupted from me without warning. My chest tightened, but I refused to answer.

"You cannot run from what you are," Aizen said, his tone patient. "But with my guidance, you can become something greater. Something unstoppable."

The golden warmth in my chest pulsed in response, and I clenched my fists, willing it to stay contained.

Aizen tilted his head slightly, his faint smile never faltering. "In time, you will understand. And when that time comes, you will thank me."