HE LOOKS SO SOFTTTTTT I AM IN TEARS

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stomping his little footsy 😭😭😭

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bleach confession!!! lately all ive been able to think about is Shunsui Kyoraku and how turned on he would get by edging his lover to the point of tears/begging….

nsfw. Smut.

“Why all the tears, my petal?”, he asked, his voice soft but actions cruel!

For the fourth time he denied you an orgasm. His dick was sliding in and out of your crying cunt at a tortuously slow pace— your insides desperately trying to grasp onto his mean cock, begging to keep going.

He could tell when you were about to release your sweet juices all over his cock and would purposely slow down to the point of abandonment.

He knew he was in deep shit once this was all done.

Yet it was sweet to see his precious flower begging in tears.

“Don’t stop, please Shunsui! Please fuck me! Don’t slow down! Shunsui! Please let me cum!!” You begged when his hips stopped moving once more— your pussy fluttering and your body at the brink of convulsing only for it to all come crashing down.

He reached forward to brush away your tears of frustration and dissatisfaction— his thumb gently gliding across your wet cheeks.

“Don’t worry petal. We got all night ahead of us. So don’t get impatient”, he explained, his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin. He leaned forward to whisper- “I’ll make my sweet flower cum so much she will beg me to stop”.

And with that promise, he played a new game.

Summary: Byakuya's not one for gossip, trends or anything of the like, but whisperings of an exclusive spa has made him somewhat curious (though he denies it). Trends come and go, and eventually talks of this spa die down... but not in Byakuya's mind or curiosity.

CW: MDNI! SMUT! So much of it. I haven't written anything so smutty like this in SO LONG. Rimming (m receiving), squirting, tit jobs, 69-ing, anal fingering.

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Author's note: I've been replaying Yakuza ha.. ha. haahahahahahaha.

Word count: 3602

When Byakuya first became captain of Squad 6, he never cared for trends, fads or whatever popular markers were for the Gotei 13. He didn’t necessarily think he was above it all, but it just didn’t concern him. He had to uphold the noble Kuchiki family and the laws of the Gotei 13.

But now, as he grew comfortable in his captaincy, he became more cognizant of the murmurings and chattering of his squad. He knew there were certain food trends that were popular in the World of the Living that were becoming popular in Seireitei, he knew of what music was becoming popular due to what Captain Hirako, Captain Otoribashi and Lietuenant Hisagi would share (not that he had a particular care to listen).

But he also had to thank Rukia and Renji for some part of his newly acquired “knowledge.” Rukia seemed obsessed with some series popular in the World of the Living, and Renji with whatever movies were being shown.

Again, not that he particularly had any interest in consuming.

But for a while now, maybe for several months now, he heard whisperings of an exclusive spa that had opened.

Byakuya wasn’t one for such establishments, yet… no one would stop talking about it.

So much so, he heard Captain Hirako discuss it with Head Captain Kyoraku.

The weeks went by and talks of this spa had yet to die down. Soldiers lamenting that they couldn’t get in, but captains and lieutenants discussing how rejuvenated they felt.

Byakuya… was curious, yet didn’t engage with the conversations. Until he walked by Captain Kotetsu talk to her sister about how relaxed she felt.

But like all trends and rumours, they all die down and something new comes to replace it.

Yet something about this spa wormed its way into Byakuya’s mind. Was it the exclusivity? He could arguably hire the best masseuses in Seireitei and have his own “retreat” at home… yet something about the rumours, and the fact that several captains had talked about it, made Byakuya curious.

Byakuya frowned as he concentrated on the paperwork in front of him. He didn’t know the name of the spa, he didn’t even know if it was in the World of the Living or in Seireitei. He quickly read through documents and signed whatever needed to be signed, and “retired” for the night.

Except he decided to visit Captain Kotetsu. Byakuya was not interested in the other captains heeming and hawing at his sudden interest in the spa, and he also knew Captain Kotetsu would keep his visit to herself.

So when he appeared at the Squad 4 barracks, it was a surprise for everyone. Isane immediately took him to her office.

“Are you alright Captain Kuchiki?” Isane asked, her voice heavy with worry as she scanned him.

“I’m fine.” Byakuya responded, “I’m here to ask you a question.” Isane raised her eyebrows as her sister brought some tea for the two of them.

“By all means, sir, you can ask me anything.” Isane replied, she was beginning to grow nervous.

“I’m looking for a spa recommendation.” He asked, watching Isane’s reaction. She seemed surprised, with the way her eyes widened, and nervous with the way she was hesitant to speak.

“Are your muscles in pain, Captain Kuchiki?”

“No.” He briskly replied, “I overheard you tell your lieutenant about a spa. I’m interested in that one.”

Isane’s cheeks grew pink, “oh you heard that? I’m not sure you’ll like it…” Isane mumbled.

Byakuya narrowed his eyes in response, causing Isane to shudder in anxiety. She nervously laughed and began to look away from Byakuya. She fidgeted with her fingers, a nervous tick she couldn’t shake off, “so that one is Negai, it’s in the World of the Living.” She mumbled, avoiding Byakuya’s gaze.

Byakuya slightly bowed his head in thanks, “I heard it is difficult to get into.”

“Um, yes –“ Isane paused, her face growing redder, “but I can arrange it for you!” She hastily replied, “so when you visit, they can take you in immediately.” She gave a nervous laugh, quickly grabbing a piece of paper to write down the information.

Byakuya took the piece of paper from her hand, “thank you.”

“I will send a hell butterfly once I confirm with them.” She shakily said, her blush not disappearing.

Byakuya nodded again before taking his leave, wondering why Captain Kotetsu was nervous in sharing.

Captain Kotetsu was true to her word and sent a hell butterfly in a matter of days since he met with her that night. Due to his own diligence as a captain, Byakuya accrued a few days off, leaving Renji in charge. The two of them were responding to last minute paperwork before Byakuya headed off for his vacation.

“Captain Kuchiki, where are you headin’ off to?” Renji asked, curious as to the sudden vacation request.

“I am going to the World of the Living.” Byakuya responded curtly.

Renji raised his eyebrows in surprise, “really?”

“Yes.” Byakuya replied, a cold tone evident in his voice. The atmosphere between them changed and Renji knew, after decades of working with his captain, that that tone meant no more questions.

“Well I hope you enjoy your time off, captain. I’ll take care of the squad in your absence.” Renji said, shaking his stack of papers.

Byakuya nodded and left the Squad 6 barracks, heading back to his estate.

Negai was located just outside Tokyo, along a street of non-descript buildings. The building it was in was unremarkable. Other than the elegant signage above the entry way, it was easy to miss. In a way, Byakuya preferred this, avoiding overly flashy establishments.

He was greeted immediately once he entered, “you must be Kuchiki-san, yes?” A man at the front desk asked, as his colleague, a woman, entered something into the computer.

“Your colleague, Kotetsu-san, informed of us of your visit today.” The woman smiled. “Since this is your first visit with us, we suggested that you should have a 120-minute session today.”

Byakuya nodded, “and do I pay now, or after?” He inquired.

“We can take a deposit now if you prefer or you can pay at the end in case there are additional services you request during your time.”

Byakuya remained silent.

The man quickly dialed a number, “Dear, your client is here. Are you ready?” The man grinned at Byakuya, hanging up the phone. “Let me escort you to your room.”

Byakuya was taken to private change room that connected to the larger room he would be in for the duration of his stay. He was provided a silk bathrobe, to which Byakuya felt was of high quality, and a similar quality towel.

Folding his clothes neatly, Byakuya wrapped the towel around his waist and draped the robe over his shoulders. He opened the door to a beautiful, brightly lit room. He narrowed his eyes though… there was no massage table in sight. Instead, there was a large bed, with sleek furnishings, and another door connected elsewhere.

In the middle of the room, stood you, wrapped in a similar, yet much shorter, silk robe. Byakuya wondered if it even reached the top of your thighs.

“Thank you for your patronage, Kuchiki-sama,” you smiled introducing yourself to Byakuya. “Would you like anything to drink before we begin?”

“Is this not a spa?” Byakuya asked raising his eyebrows, noticing that you were completely nude under your robe. You weren’t modest or shy about that fact.

You looked at him in confusion, “spa? This is a soapland, but I suppose legally it’s considered a ‘health’ establishment…” you murmured, “part of our session today includes a massage, do you want to start with that?” You asked.

Byakuya’s eyes widened, but he remained silent. A soapland, that was what everyone was lamenting about… no wonder the other captains seemed in a relaxed mood afterwards.

He quickly pondered if he should leave… but…

He was already here. He was also a someone who would not turn his back on his word. He didn’t care what Captain Kotetsu thought of him if he did leave but he wondered how “relaxing” this place truly could be to have most of the Gotei 13 as its clientele. He narrowed his eyes slightly at you, but relaxed. You were incredibly attractive; he couldn’t deny that and seemed well-mannered.

You on the other hand, looked at Byakuya expectantly. Your pussy was throbbing with how attractive this man was. His long black hair was styled neatly, his face was incredible handsome, and his chiseled body left little to your imagination. You wanted to lick your lips in anticipation for what was under his towel.

You immediately extended your hand and led him to the room behind the closed door he initially saw. Inside, a similarly decorated bathroom greeted him, with a shower, a hot tub… and what looked like a large, inflatable mat. No massage table in sight.

“Sir, if you could please lie face down on this mat, and I can start on your massage.” You smiled at him, pulling out what he assumed to be various types of oils and lotions.

Byakuya laid down on the mat quietly. You couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that he didn’t remove his towel.

“Kuchiki-sama, do you have a particular scent you prefer?” You asked him.

“Jasmine.” He brusquely replied.

“Ok then, I’m going to start now.” You said cheerily. You loosened your robe and gently kneeled between his body, pouring the jasmine oil over the broad expanse of his back. You started at his shoulders, rubbing the oil into his skin. His initially tense shoulders began to relax as you gently kneaded a particular knot in his back.

Your hands moved further down his back, kneading and massaging other areas, until you reached his towel. You decided to keep it on, but moved to his legs, taking gentle care to massage him. Eventually, once most of his body was covered in oil, you gently laid on top of him, pushing your breasts against his back, peppering kisses along the way.

Byakuya shuddered from the sensation, feeling his cock twitch as you rubbed yourself along his body. He turned his head and saw your robe was on the ground – you were completely nude above him.

“Kuchiki-sama, is it ok if I take your towel off?” You asked politely.

Byakuya didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled it off himself, earning a large grin from you. He laid back down and you continued to massage his back, before reaching under him. Your warm hand wrapped around his somewhat erect cock, as you gently pumped him, kissing his shoulder blades.

“Kuchiki-sama, could you please get on all fours for him?” You whispered into his ear, before kissing it. You could feel Byakuya shudder underneath you. You licked your lips as he managed to stay still, his cock slowly growing in stiffness.

The man was incredibly fit, not an ounce of fat on him… except for his ass. You wondered what he did to obtain such a physique, but it was best not to ask clients what they did. Instead, you picked up a different oil and dripped it along his bottom, squeezing and massage it, before you tenderly spread his cheeks. You heard him take a deep inhale once you began to lick his puckered hole.

Byakuya stifled a groan as the strange, yet pleasant sensation filled his body. One of your hands was holding him steady, while another wrapped around his cock, pumping it in time with your mouth. Soon you began to move, dragging your tongue along his underside before he saw you underneath, wrapping your lips on the head of his erection. You sucked as your hands slid up and down his cock.

You pulled yourself up and giggled. Byakuya turned around and faced you. His cheeks were rosy, his hair clinging to his face while his muscular body was covered in a sheen of sweat and oil. His cock stood tall, your saliva and his pre-cum dripping down his engorged shaft.

“Oh my, Kuchik-sama, you’re more tense than I thought.” You teased. “I have some additional relaxation techniques.”

He narrowed his eyes, “even though you’re the source of my stress?” He replied cooly.

You laughed at his response but led him out of the room and back to the bedroom. “Why don’t you lie down,” you murmured, your fingers moving softly against his chiseled abdomen, “while I correct my mistake.”

Byakuya leaned into the bed as you kissed your way down his body before reaching his weeping cock. You smiled at him as he watched you kiss the base of his erection, your tongue darting out to lick his underside. You slowly made your way back to the tip of his cock, licking away his pre cum while massaging his base. You then lifted your body up, pushing your breasts together, and gently pushed his erection between them.

You smiled at him as his eyes widened, watching his cock piston out of your breasts, pre-cum smearing alongside them. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back from coming. He hated to admit that he was enjoying your skills, but hated how quickly his body fell apart from your touches, so he decided to return the favour…

He reached down and pinched your nipples, rubbing them between his fingers. You let out a low moan as you continued to push yourself up and down on his cock. You let your tongue out trying to taste his cock every time it reached your lips.

But it wasn’t enough for Byakuya. He weaved his hand into your hair and pulled you off from his cock, earning a whine from you.

“You’ll need to ask for permission to continue further.” He rasped; his face defying is words. With his cheeks flushed, Byakuya looked like he was going to cum right there, but he had other plans.

He flipped you over and held your hands above you. His other hand squeezed your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples before they dipped to your pussy.

Byakuya gave a small smirk, feeling how wet you were. He pushed one finger into your wet pussy, while his thumb rubbed against your clit, causing you to arch your back. You moaned loudly as he pushed two more fingers inside you, rapidly thrusting them in you.

He watched your face contort from the pleasure, eyes rolling back as your body began to thrash.

“Oh god, too much!” You screamed, before he felt hot liquid cover his hand. He pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them to your mouth, watching you immediately taste yourself.

Your lips were covered in your juices, and without warning, Byakuya reached down and kissed you. He licked at your lips, then pulled himself away.

“We’re not done yet.” He said softly, as he laid down on the bed. “If I make you orgasm again, I’ll have my way with you.”

You raised your eyebrows, chest heaving from the intense orgasm you had, “and what if I make you cum?”

“You can do what you want with me.” Your pussy began to throb. You adjusted yourself as you sat on his face while you reached for cock. And without warning, Byakuya delved straight to your pussy, his lips immediately sucking on your clit as a finger teased your ass.

You let out a loud moan before stuffing your mouth with his cock, trying to stifle yourself. You felt Byakuya shudder again as you bobbed your head on his cock, trying to ignore the pleasure coursing through your body.

But he was devouring your pussy as if it was the last thing on Earth. You pulled your mouth away and squealed as his tongue lapped at you with such intensity and fervor. You felt your orgasm building up quickly as his tongue pushed into your sopping pussy.

You saw stars, screaming Byakuya’s name as you came over his face. You whimpered as he began to slow down his ministrations, his once intense licks and sucks became gentle and soft until he pulled you away.

“So it seems that I won.” He remarked, inspecting your flushed figure. Your eyes were half-lidded, as your body heaved heavily, trying to compose yourself from the two intense orgasms you just experienced.

But… you wanted more, and you wanted his cock. It was still as stiff as ever, standing tall as Byakuya pushed your legs apart. You immediately circled your pussy, your other hand squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples as you began to whine, “Kuchiki-sama, please.”

Byakuya took a deep inhale as he watched you finger yourself for him, the taste of your pussy still lingering on his lips. He took his cock and slapped the tip on your clit, a moan bubbling out of you. You watched in anticipation as he slowly pushed himself into your pussy. Byakuya hissed at how tight you were, your cunt clenching at his cock as he stretched you out.

He let out a low groan once he was fully inside you, relishing how you gripped his cock tightly. He rolled his hips forward, earning a moan from you.

“Kuchiki-sama, faster,” you moaned, “please!”

“I don’t take,” Byakuya heaved, pulling himself out, “orders from you” as he slammed his cock back in. You screamed as his thrusts were slow, but powerful, your legs shaking as he slammed his cock into you. You could feel every inch of him fill you up, to then suddenly have it gone. Your vision began turning white as the familiar rush of an orgasm was fast approaching.

You arched your back as Byakuya’s hand circled your clit, rubbing it in tandem with his thrusts. You cried out as your orgasm hit you again.

But Byakuya didn’t stop this time. Instead, he began to increase his pace, slamming his cock out of your drooling pussy. The obscene sounds, coupled with his moans and your screams, filled the room.

In the back of your mind, you wondered how lucky you were to be fucked like this. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss as he pounded away at your cunt. You pulled away to let out another cry, your body trembling as another orgasm claimed you.

Byakuya pulled his cock out once you came again and placed his cock on your mouth.

“Finish what you started.” He ordered, tapping his cock across your face. You immediately obliged, tasting your pussy juices all over his thick shaft. You began to drool around him, happily and loudly moaning as you bobbed your head along.

Byakuya nestled his hand into your hair again and gently pulled you off from his cock. His hand immediately stroking his cock, “close your eyes” he panted softly, as you felt hot, thick spurts of his cum land all over your face.

You sighed blissfully. You never really swallowed a client’s cum unless they asked, but you wanted to taste him. Opening your eyes, you looked at him dead on, scooping some of his cooling cum on to your finger and tasting it.

“Delicious, Kuchiki-sama” you beamed, the rest of his cum still covering your face. Byakuya chuckled softly, entranced at the sight. “In return… Let me wash you up and you can be on your way.” Giving him a wink.

Byakuya approached concierge and paid ¥350,000 for his time. He didn’t blink at the cost as he handed over the card he used for when he was in the World of the Living.

“I hope everything was to your liking, Kuchiki-san!” Remarked the woman at the front desk.

“Yes, it was much needed.” He murmured, not delving more into it.

“If you’d like, I can book you again.”

Byakuya closed his eyes in thought. “Yes, I’d like to see her in two weeks.” The receptionist took down his preferred day and time, scheduling him in.

“Thanks again for your patronage!”

Byakuya came back to Seireitei, his short-lived vacation finished. Things were running as normal in Squad 6, with Renji updating him on any pressing issues and concerns he needed to address. Once that was taken care of, Byakuya decided to pay a visit to Captain Kotetsu, bringing her a box of expensive wagashi.

Captain Kotetsu’s face was deeply pink as Byakuya strolled in to her office. No words were spoken as she stared down at the floor.

“Thank you for the recommendation, Captain Kotetsu.” Byakuya said, his voice as even as ever. “This gift is a token of my appreciation.”

Isane laughed out of nerves, immediately thanking him and giving a deep bow. Nothing else was said as Byakuya took his leave.

Isane patted her face, trying not to think of what Byakuya “appreciated.”

Back at the Soapland, you and the receptionist were catching up. “Kuchiki-san seemed to really like your work! You’ve gotten a lot of new clients lately” Your friend beamed, as she typed away appointment reminders.

“He’s very…” a blush appearing on your face, “skilled. I’m definitely glad to see him again.” Your friend laughed at the comment, “honestly I’m really grateful the people I’m seeing know how fuck a woman, you know?” You sighed happily.

The receptionist stopped typing and turned to you, “so who do you think was better?” She pulled up your file, seeing all the names you had for future bookings. “There’s Kotetsu-san, Kenpachi-san, Kyoraku-san… Shihouin-san, Urahara-san… or Kuchiki-san?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration. Putting your hand to your chin, you were deep in thought, “Hm… I would have to say…”

READER IS LIVING HER BEST LIFE AND WE LOVE THAT FOR HER!! Who do you think reader enjoyed the most?! HAHAHAHA

Yeah yeah yeah I wanted to write Byakuya at a Soapland because I think his ass would hate to be caught dead there but he needs to let loose once in a while (and reader is gonna make sure that happens!!)

ANYWAYS ENJOY!!!

Soi Fon~

-art by me.

Danny Johnson they could never make me hate you

Grimmjow… is a cookie thief. Short imagine or scenario. Can be Hueco Mundo, World of the Living or even the Seireitei.

Thanks for the lovely ask! I'm sorry it's taken me so. damn. long! So, it's turned out that Grimm isn't the thief here, but it's Grimmjow smut so I know you won't mind. 😁

Thanks to the wonderful @villainsrtasty for beta reading! @kryptoniteforsale @cloudyempress @darthwhorecrux @whatshernameis @writemessybleach

This is part 1 of 2.

PART TWO HERE! CW: Female!Reader, Grimmjow being Grimmjow, marking/hickies, one or two bites, hand on neck but no actual choking, very light spanking, oral sex-male receiving, vaginal fingering, doggy and missionary sex, cream pie, "claiming" if you squint, pet names (princess/kitten) and one instance of reader getting called "good girl". (This covers both parts of the fic!)

Grimmjow and the Cookie Thief pt 1 (~5.2k words)

You’d been able to see things no one else could since you could remember. After moving to Karakura Town to begin University classes, that skill had gone from fleeting glimpses to a full-blown ability to see the unseen. That’s why, when your upper floor dorm room was rendered uninhabitable by Kurosaki’s fight with a nasty hollow, Kisuke Urahara had been very quick to offer you a part-time job and temporary lodging when it was obvious that a standard Shinigami memory replacement device was not going to work on you. Needless to say, it was proving to be an interesting semester.

“Don’t even think about it, Grimmjow!” Ichigo said, yanking the bag in his hand out of Grimmjow’s reach and shoving the rest of the cookie he was holding into his mouth. “Inooeh made ‘ese ‘er me!”

You snickered as Grimmjow lunged for the small paper bag in Ichigo’s hand and an impromptu game of ‘keep-away’ broke out. You unrolled the top of a similar looking paper bag and inhaled deeply, your eyes rolling back a little as the smell of freshly baked cookies- ordinary double chocolate chunk you were relieved to see- filled your nostrils. You delicately picked one out of the bag as you watched the two men running around Urahara Shōten’s large subterranean training ground like idiots. Your eyes were glued to their shirtless forms as you took a bite of the cookie, half moaning at the taste. “Seems like someone is really enjoying their lunch break,” Your boss’s knowing voice came from over your left shoulder, making you jump. You could hear the smirk in his obnoxiously cheery voice which was made more obnoxious by the way he was now chuckling at you from behind his fan. “Perhaps I should start charging admission.”

“Is that really necessary, Urahara-san? You coulda made me choke, sneaking up on me like that,” you grumbled before taking a drink of water to wash down the bits of cookie trying to stick to your back teeth. You turned your attention back to the blue-haired former Espada. You watched as Grimmjow tackled Ichigo, who had deftly grabbed his last cookie from the bag a split second before Grimmjow shredded it into paper confetti. You took another bite of your cookie, unable to stop the little hum of appreciation and the following sigh of contentment. “Was that in response to the cookie or the Arrancar? I’m guessing the latter could probably get a stronger response,” Urahara murmured from just behind your ear before giggling and side stepping the elbow you threw at him before it could connect with its intended target. You glared at him over your shoulder, shoving the rest of the cookie into your mouth. He just smiled at you from behind his fan with saccharin sweetness… from a safe distance.

“Yeah, well I didn’t really want any of that cookie anyway. The stuff that woman of yours cooks always smells funny,” Grimmjow huffed. You turned back around to see the two men, sweaty and dusty, walking back in your direction. “Hey, watch it, Grimmjow!” Ichigo said sharply. “Say whatever the hell you want about me, but don’t run your mouth about Inoue or I’ll beat your ass again.” “Tch! When d’ya ever ‘beat my ass’?” Grimmjow shot back, then mumbled, “That one time doesn’t count. That bastard Nnoitra decided butt in.” Ichigo just looked at him, brow arched. You pulled the remaining cookie from your bag as they walked up. Grimmjow was giving the treat in your hand the side eye while very much pretending not to as he leaned down a few feet in front of you to pick up his jacket. You took another drink of water, contemplating breaking the cookie in half and offering some to Grimmjow when that damnable shopkeeper spoke up again. “Ah~! Looks like someone is interested  _______-san!” You just rolled your eyes as you swished the water around in your mouth. “If you’d like to eat _______-san’s cookie, I’m sure she would be happy to let you if you ask her nicely, Grimmjow-san!” Urahara called in a too innocent sing-song manner. Your eyes went wide and you clapped your hand over your mouth as you spluttered and coughed, struggling to swallow the rest of the water in your mouth without drowning yourself. Your eyes darted over to Ichigo and Grimmjow. Kurosaki was pulling his shirt on, his face bright red as he tried to look anywhere but at you or the Arrancar. Grimmjow, on the other hand, was now openly staring at the cookie in your hand. You could feel the heat radiating from your cheeks all the way up to the tips of your ears.

“Welp! Lunch break is over!” you announced, a little to loudly, while leaping to your feet and shoving the entire cookie into your mouth and ignoring Grimmjow’s startled ‘What the fuck?!.’ You turned and sprinted for the ladder leading up to the shop, then began to climb like you were being chased by a serial killer. You were about halfway to the top when Grimmjow’s voice floated up to your ears. “Fuckin’ pervert!” This was followed by a very satisfying shriek from your boss.

The sun was just setting when you put the last of the dishes away. It was your night to clean up after supper, much to everyone else’s delight. Kurosaki and Grimmjow had been trying to beat the crap out of each other down in the underground training area for the better part of the evening, but after the incident from a couple of days ago, you steadfastly refused to go watch them no matter how much your boss tried to talk you into it. You dried your hands, then grabbed your water bottle and the little paper sack off the counter and headed to your room. This time, you were going to enjoy the cookies Inoue-san sent for you in peace and quiet.

At least you thought you were. You hadn’t been up there five minutes and there was a very loud knock at the door. You furrowed your brow, scowling at the door as you finished pulling on the little shorts you always slept in. “Just a second!” you hollered, pulling your tee shirt back on as a second volley of impatient knocking rattled your door. Clothing in place, you stomped over to the door and slid it open. “Look, Urahara-tencho, I’ve finished everything, so whatever this is about, it can wait until tomo— Oh!” You interrupted yourself with a surprised yelp as six feet of blue-haired Arrancar muscled his way past you and into your room without preamble or invitation. For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, mouth ajar as he stood there, examining your space with interest. His eyes landed on the little bag with the familiar bakery logo and he quickly looked away, shuffling his feet and turning those intense blue eyes on you. “Gr- Grimmjow! Umm… I, ah… Is there something I can, uh, help you with?” you finally managed, your hand still on the open door. “You weren’t there today. Why?” he demanded. Your eyebrows rose in response to his terse question. He’d actually notice your absence? A few little butterflies took wing inside your stomach at the thought, but you firmly ignored them. “I- I had extra things to do today,” you lied, smiling weakly. You could tell by the look on Grimmjow’s face that he wasn’t buying it. “I mean, I have school and today was my day to wash dishes and clean the kitchen and there was stock and—“ Your babbling was cut off by Grimmjow’s towering presence looming over you as he slid the door shut with a clack. You blinked, and your breath caught in your throat at his sudden nearness. You were alone in a room with a being that could end you in less than two seconds and all you could think about was the way he smelled– the scent of his styling products plus something nice that you couldn’t place– and how much you wanted to reach up and touch the markings under his preternaturally blue eyes. He was making it very difficult for you to focus as he stared down at you with one brow cocked, silently calling your bullshit. “Okay, l-look, Grimmjow, I just needed a break. I didn’t feel like being harassed by my boss tonight.” That part was true at least.

“So it ain’t got nothin’ to do with those cookies?” Grimmjow tossed his head in the direction of the bakery bag sitting on your night table. “C-cookies?” you squeaked, a mental picture conjured by Urahara’s perverted sense of humor and Grimmjow’s presence in your bedroom floating to the forefront of your mind unbidden. You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. Other places… not so much.

“Yeah. Cookies,” he said shortly, the tiniest bit of color gracing his cheeks as he remembered Kurosaki’s mumbled explanation of Urahara’s double entendre and why you had seen yourself out so abruptly. “As in those cookies,” he clarified, pointing this time. “You know, the ones ya been stealin’ from me for the last month. “Wait. Wha-? Stealing?!?” He seemed amused rather than angry, and your indignant response only served to widen his cocky smirk.

“Yeah. Stealin’. So I came to take what’s mine.” Grimmjow took a step closer to you, standing so near that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You took a step back, unsure if it was prompted by fear of the Arrancar or the fear that you might do something stupid, like reach out and run a finger over the scar that disappeared beneath his half zipped top. “Kurosaki’s woman used to bring somethin’ for both of us… ‘til a couple of weeks after you showed up.” “Oh.” You weren’t really sure what to do with that information. “So... you think that I’m taking your cookies?” You scrunched up your nose, feeling that this whole situation was bordering on ridiculous. “But I never really see Inoue-san! She always drops them off with…” You grit your teeth in sudden realization, then looked up at Grimmjow. From the look on his face, he’d come to the same conclusion. “Urahara!” “That pervy bastard!” you both growled in unison. You both looked at one another for a moment, then you sighed heavily and turned to retrieve that bag of cookies. Your fucking boss had been giving you the cookies just to start drama. “I’d like to say I’m shocked by this… but I’m not,” you grumbled. You held your arm out toward Grimmjow, bag in hand. “Here. I’m sorry for the confusion.” “Tch! The fuck you sorry for?” Grimmjow was glaring daggers at the door, his ire clearly reserved for your boss, you were relieved to note. He stopped trying to bore a hole through the walls with his eyes long enough to look down and unroll the top of the sack. There was a look of mild surprise on his face as he fished out two cookies and held them out to you. “There’s four. Here. Take ‘em,” he ordered, practically shoving the chocolatey treats into your hands. The next thing he fished out of the bag was a small piece of paper, a note. Grimmjow squinted at it, then turned it upside down and squinted some more before thrusting the paper into your face. “Read it. I can’t make out that pervy bastard’s handwriting.” In truth, Urahara had very neat, precise handwriting, which meant Grimmjow probably couldn’t read all the kanji. You wisely kept your suspicions to yourself and took the note. “ _____-san~!” you began to read aloud. “By this time I’m sure you have company, so I’ll keep it brief. I normally wouldn’t resort to such trickery”— you snorted at that statement — “but your presence in the training grounds seems to be quite the distraction for Grimmjow-san—“ Your eyes darted up and caught the murderous look on Grimmjow’s face so you quickly continued. “—and I fear that you will strain your eyes during your increasingly long breaks, so I thought it best to arrange for the two of you to have a private meeting so you can...” Your eyes scanned ahead and you stopped reading aloud abruptly, your face going bright pink. “I’m gonna kill ‘im,” Grimmjow growled. “Not if I get to him first,” you ground out between clenched teeth as you tossed the cookies and note onto your nightstand. You stalked past Grimmjow and reached for the door but were brought up short by Grimmjow’s hand wrapping around your arm. “Where the fuck you think you’re goin’?”

“To kill my boss,” you said between clenched teeth. “Okay. Maim. I need the paycheck,” you corrected, pulling against his grip.

The ‘Tch’ was all the warning you got before Grimmjow yanked on your arm, pulling you face first into his chest. For a moment, all you could do was blink in startled astonishment and rub your nose. Your mind immediately noted how solid he was, and how warm, much warmer than you’d expected for some sort of… ghost or spirit or whatever. Your thoughts took a hard right turn toward the gutter, and you could feel the heat creeping into your cheeks. You fervently hoped that they weren’t as pink as you felt like they were because you realized that he was saying something, meaning you had to look him in the face again any second now. “… ‘cause you can see him don’t mean you can take him in a fight, so you let me handle your boss.” Grimmjow’s words carried their typical condescension, but you could swear that his tone was a little protective. You shuffled back a step, mouth half open to protest, but it snapped shut again as your head was tipped back by Grimmjow’s finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Pay attention when I’m talkin’ to you, woman, or I-” Grimmjow arched a brow at you, not bothering to finish his sentence as he studied your face, a wolfish grin breaking out at the sight of your flushed cheeks.

“Heh. What’s a matter? Your face is all red,” he taunted, his voice dropping to a rumbling baritone as he leaned down to put his face closer to yours. “N-nothing’s wrong! Except that you have me by the arm,” you huffed, your face giving Grimmjow the lie by turning a deeper shade of red. You half-heartedly tried to jerk your arm out of his grasp, a futile gesture you knew, but your pride demanded that you at least make a show of it. Truthfully, you really weren’t all that invested in getting away, not that you were going to let him know that. He’d just be an insufferable arrogant ass about it any time you came down to watch him face off with Kurosaki. “You’re a shitty liar, ya know that?” Grimmjow’s grin had expanded into that feral sort of look he got during a spar. You swallowed hard. Part of you knew you should be terrified of that look. However, most of you found it incredibly sexy, and right now all his attention was on you. All your attention was on him, too, and you just couldn’t keep your eyes from dropping to his lips. It was at this point that the absence of his bone mask finally registered. It was a sight you’d never seen before, and you were intrigued. Before you could stop yourself, your hand was halfway to his cheek. You paused, wide eyed and moved to pull your hand away, but Grimmjow had you by the wrist with his other hand before you could. “Gigai,” Grimmjow said in response to your unspoken question. He walked around you, easily turning you with him. “But forget about that. Now tell me, what should I do with a little thief like you, hn?” His voice carried a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Grimmjow leaned down a little more, his brilliant blue eyes boring into yours. “Th-thief?! What do you mean, ‘thief’?!” You protested, your indignant words coming out in a much higher pitch than you would’ve liked. You tried to lean away from him, but only succeeded in losing your balance so that Grimmjow was holding you upright by your arm and your opposite wrist. You didn’t even realize he had been walking you backward until your calf hit the mattress as you stepped back to try and catch yourself. You didn’t think your eyes could go any wider, but they did.

“I mean, I think I deserve a little something to make up for all the cookies you stole over the last few weeks.” His smirk made you want to slap him. Or kiss him. Or both. Definitely both.

 “That wasn’t my fault and you know it!” you shot back instead, turning your head to the side and tilting your chin in a dismissive manner. “Besides, I’ve watched you try to steal Ichigo’s cookies for the last three weeks, so isn’t that a little hypocritical?” “Pfft. I definitely do not want Kurosaki’s ‘cookie.’” Despite what you might say about Urahara, you couldn’t deny that there was a part of your mind that lived in the gutter. You didn’t even try to hide your snicker at Grimmjow’s comment.

“You sure about that? Not that Kurosaki-san has a cookie for you…”

“Oi! Your as bad as that fuckin’ boss of yours, ain’t ya,” Grimmjow growled, now completely up in your face. You had nowhere to go unless you wanted to end up flat on your back on the bed. ‘Might not be so bad…’ the dirty part of your mind suggested helpfully.

“Ya know… that might not be such a bad trade, a cookie for some cookies,” Grimmjow said as if reading your thoughts. He was openly leering at you now.

“I- What?!?” you squeaked.

“Ain’t like I don’t see the way you watch me.” Grimmjow smirked down at you.

“O-of course I watch the fights! It-it’s like… li-like free pay-per-view!” you stammered, too flustered to come up with anything better. Grimmjow obviously wasn’t buying it because his smirk only grew wider.

“Well I sure as fuck don’t see you drooling over Kurosaki.”

“Of course I don’t! He has a girlfriend!” You belatedly realized that you only denied ogling Kurosaki when Grimmjow leaned down to chuckle right next to your ear. Your traitorous body shuddered visibly at the feel of his breath ghosting over the side of your neck. “Heh. I think you’d like that trade more than you’re willin’ to admit,” he whispered in a velvety sort of tone, one that you had never heard from him before. Hell, you didn’t think Grimmjow had it in him to be that… smooth. That was probably why your breath hitched when his hand slid over your shoulder and up your spine until he had a firm grip around the nape of your neck. “Gr-Grimmjow?” You could feel his nose brush your temple as he inhaled your scent. “Holy fuck. You’re fucking serious aren’t you…” you blurted out in disbelief.

“The fuck? You think I wasn’t?”

You didn’t have a chance to answer his question before his mouth was fastened to yours in a demanding kiss that left no doubt about the sincerity of his ‘offer’. Your gasp of surprise left Grimmjow the perfect opening to slide his tongue between your parted lips, his fingers tangling in the back of your hair to tug your head back to a more favorable angle. At first, you couldn’t do anything but let Grimmjow kiss you, but once the shock wore off, you found yourself giving back as good as you got. By the time he was done kissing you breathless, you had one hand under the collar of his jacket, holding onto his shoulder for balance and the other around his waist, fingers splayed out over his back. You felt Grimmjow twitch, like a cat who was getting a good scratch down its spine, and it dawned on you that your hand was over the spot his hollow hole would be if he weren’t in the gigai. With a wicked grin, you flexed your fingers to see if that would get the same result. “Dammit, woman!” Grimmjow growled. Oh! That was certainly a nice response! You did it again, but that was one time too many apparently. Before you could blink, you were on your way down to meet your mattress with Grimmjow looming over you, his knee between yours on the edge of the bed.

“Yes or no?” Grimmjow demanded, “Better tell me ’cause you keep doing shit like that, I’m gonna take it as a yes.” “Yes or…? Oooh. Right. A cookie for cookies,” you breathed. ‘Holy shit… is this really happening?’ you thought. Your mind was reeling. ‘Yep, it’s happening... Say something to him, dammit! Don’t blow it!’ You gave yourself a mental shove, then with the most innocent face you could muster, you let your fingers trail down his spine again. “You mean ‘that shit’?” Your cheekiness prompted Grimmjow to pin your wrists over your head in one of his hands. “Okay, Okay! Yes! Deal!” you hastily consented. “Good girl,” Grimmjow practically purred, nipping at your ear. He continued his way down, lips and tongue and teeth teasing the side of your neck until he reached your collarbone. There, he let his teeth scrape along the sensitive skin before sucking on the spot hard enough that you knew it was going to leave a very obvious bruise. “Ow! What the fuck, Grimmjow?!” you yelped. He chuckled darkly and tugged on the neckline of your shirt to work his way along more of your collarbone, not bothering to give you any other response. He left a few more love bites along the way, but always soothed them with his tongue before moving along. The gentleness of the gesture caught you off guard the first time, making your breath hitch in an embarrassingly loud fashion. You waited for the inevitable teasing from Grimmjow… but it never came, only a low sort of rumble as he reached the limit of how far your tee shirt would stretch. “This one of your favorite shirts or anything?” Grimmjow asked. The sudden questions made you blink. Why the hell was he concerned about your fashion sense now, of all times? “Huh? I mean, not real— Wait! No, Grimmjow don—“ The small part of your brain that was not yet occupied with Grimmjow finally caught up with the situation, but it was too late. The sound of ripping cloth drowned out your strangled cry of protest as he stuck the hem of your shirt between his teeth then used his free hand to give it a good yank, ripping it all the way up to the collar. With a feral grin, he leaned down and caught the collar of your ruined shirt in his teeth and popped it apart the same way. “Was that really necessary?!” you almost shrieked, more from shock than any real outrage. “You tell me,” Grimmjow murmured smugly, his lips already against your neck. He worked his way down and across your other collarbone, leaving patches of colorful flesh to match the other side. By the time he reached your shoulder, you were struggling in his grasp, unable to hold still and unable to completely stifle the little whimpers he drew from you with every new mark he left on our skin. “Hmm, not bad.” Grimmjow smirked as he leaned back to admire his handiwork. You took a look at yourself and groaned. “Grimmjow!” you whined. “My pervy boss is never gonna let me live this down!” You got no sympathy from him; he thought it was funny as hell. “Not my problem,” he said dismissively, reaching down to give your nipple a pinch through your bra. You yelped, and Grimmjow grinned wider. You had a feeling that you’d be making that noise a lot and were immediately proven right as your other nipple got equal attention.

“Who taught you to treat a lady like that?!”

Again, Grimmjow only chuckled at your indignant squawking. “Good thing you ain’t a lady. And don’t gimme that look. You got a mouth on you to put Kurosaki to shame,” he pointed out, running a finger under the edge of your bra. The bra did happen to be a favorite. “Don’t you fucking dare Grimmjow! That one is expensive!” you barked, trying to spare any more of your clothing from getting shredded. “The clasp is right there in the front. Here. Just let go of my hands and I’ll get it,” you offered, wanting the use of your hands, not just to save your bra from becoming a pile of scraps, but also to peel him out of his jacket.

“Nice try sweetheart,” Grimmjow practically purred, his grip on your wrists tightening fractionally. Well, at least he popped the closure of your bra open instead of tearing through it. One out of two wasn’t bad, you supposed. Worries about your bra or the use of your hands or anything else were shoved straight out of your head as Grimmjow wasted no time in reaching up to palm one of your breasts, giving it a firm squeeze. “Oh shit!” The word slipped out before you could check yourself and Grimmjow arched a brow at you, his trademark smirk still plastered on his face. “Like that, do ya?” he asked smuggly. “Ya ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” With that, Grimmjow let his head drop to your chest, his mouth closing over the tip of your other breast with a single hard suck before he began teasing the hardened peak with his tongue. His hand left off its soft massaging in favor of using his fingers to torment your other nipple, alternating between circling it with the calloused pad of his thumb and rolling it between thumb and forefinger. He mirrored these motions with his mouth, licking and sucking with the occasional scrape of teeth and a corresponding sharp pinch to match. You seriously wished you had an arm free to throw across your face because there was no keeping your mouth closed around the clipped moans and soft gasps you were making. You squirmed under him, pulling against his hold on your wrists again with no better luck this time than the last. “Ah! You could at least… mmnh!... take off some clothes,” you whined between the naughty little noises you were trying to hold back. Grimmjow lifted his head to look you in the eyes, snickering openly as he leered at you.

“Hmn. Somebody’s soundin’ a little desperate.” His tone had a mocking edge that made you want to slap him. You tugged against his grip on your wrists on reflex and his grin widened.

“Bastard,” you huffed under your breath, jaw clenched in frustration. His grin widened when your words were followed by a sharp intake of breath as he gave your pebbled nipple a hard pinch.

Grimmjow leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, his voice dropping half an octave as he practically purred, “Aww, what’s wrong, kitten? Mad that you can’t use those claws of yours?” He squeezed your wrists just enough to make his point; he was the one in control. “Hmn. Might be more fun to let ya.”

With that, he went after your neck again, but this time he was less interested in marking you up and more interested in working his way back down your body with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, stopping to lick the curve of your breast before lifting his head again just long enough to shoot you another one of his trademark smug smiles.

Grimmjow knew exactly what he was doing to you as he dropped his head and latched on to your other nipple, sucking hard before swirling his tongue around it. Your back arched off the bed in a manner he found most satisfying, for all that you were trying to act unaffected. The feel of him lapping at your already over sensitized nipple wrung a high-pitched whine out of you that you couldn’t quite repress. This turned into a gasp as his hand followed the line of your ribs, warm palm caressing your belly with a gentleness that surprised you as it dropped lower. Then his fingers curled under the waistband of your little pajama shorts and he gave them a sharp yank, pulling them down to your knees without even lifting you up. So much for gentleness.

You watched the expression on Grimmjow’s face change as he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes glued to the damp spot on your panties. He took a long, slow breath through his nose, and his entire expression shifted to something less smug and more… hungry.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. You followed his line of sight and felt yourself turning a nice shade of tomato red, but that didn’t keep a smug grin of your own from creeping onto your face. Before he could get his hand back to its intended destination, you took advantage of his moment of distraction to plant both of your feet squarely in the middle of his chest. “The hell, woman!” he growled, clearly not happy about being blocked from his next meal. “Ditch some clothes,” you insisted defiantly, despite Grimmjow still pinning your wrists firmly to the mattress. You toed the zipper on the front of his outfit. “Oh, come on!” You cringed inwardly at the whine in your words, but went on anyway. “If I’m giving up my… uh, cookie, the least you could do is give me something nice to look at!” “Tch! You sayin’ I’m not nice to look at like this?” he goaded, making a grab for your ankles with his free hand. You were just quick enough that he could only grab one of your feet. If he wanted the other one, he would have to let go of your wrists. You ignored his attempt to ruffle your feathers and gave him a lazy smile as you ran a foot over his abs lightly, right where his hollow hole was when he was out of his gigai, never mind that teasing him like that is what had gotten your arms pinned over your head in the first place. “Dammit, woman!” Grimmjow growled, trying to evade your touch, but he couldn’t exactly get out of your reach without letting go of you, and he wasn’t ready to admit defeat. You weren’t sure if you were brave or just stupid to taunt an arrancar this way, but in the moment it hardly mattered. You ran your foot over his abs again, this time bringing it all the way back to the center of his chest where you once again poked at the zipper with your toe. “Please?” You pasted on a doe-eyed expression. “I promise I’ll be good,” you added in a sugary whisper, leaving it open to interpretation whether you were referring to behaving well… or performing well. Grimmjow snorted. “I bet you will.”

PART TWO!

My confession... someone tell Shinji to fuck me in front of the bathroom mirror already😫

nsfw. Smut. Not sure if you read this post but i got you 🩷

“Ye like that don't ya? Watchin’ yer greedy pussy swallow my cock? Hmmm?”, he hummed behind you, barely able to keep his own composure. It was damn hot to have a front row seat to his own fucking session. Shinji knew best how the visuals can mess with your head because he was pretty close to creaming your hole.

You let out some incoherent nonsense, unable to respond between your cascade of orgasms. Watching yourself getting fucked senselessly had you overstimulated to the point of no return.

“What was that, doll? Want a better view?”. And with that ‘misunderstanding’—he grabbed you by the thighs, lifted you off the floor and pulled your legs apart. He continued to hump you from behind, like an animal, balls slapping hard against your cheeks.

“Fuck doll. I needa cum. Too sexy”. He succumb to his own reflection and began shooting his seed.

Lush ribbons of cream filled your holes like an eclair, the excess stuffing spilled out from around the circumference of his girth. He held you close against his chest, warm sweaty bodies sticking together while cum continued to drip from where you two were connected.

“Shit. Babe. I know ya too fucked out but wanna try this again? Upside down this time?”

Shinji didn't last 5 minutes against gravity.

i had a dream last night that Shinji and Kisuke were sitting at a table across from me, and i was not-so-subtly staring at them on and off and Shinji caught on that i was staring and was making faces trying to get my attention again so i pretended that i didn't notice him 😭😭😭 looking out the window all mysterious LMAOOOO

new kink unlocked

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