So I Haven't Read CFYOW And It Turns Out Grimmjow Has No Issue With Nel Smacking Him For Being A Jerk

sweet kittens❤️

N/SFW ALPHABET | ichigo k. | renji a. | kisuke u. | kenpachi z. | grimmjow j. | sosuke a. |

contents ❥ reader is fem/afab! fluff, smut, panty stealer!renji (he’s a simp ngl), masturbation, kisuke’s part is so unhinged— mentions of a bunch of kinks 😭, exhibitionism (grimmjow’s part), a bit of possessiveness from our baes, overstimulation (aizen and kenpachi’s parts), unprotected sex, mentions of creampie(s) in kenny’s part.

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ICHIGO K. | AFTERCARE . . . the post sex haze makes him fall even more in love with you— your messed up makeup, sweaty body, the soft pants escaping your lips, and those eyes that look at him with pure adoration. he can’t help but lean down, pressing his lips onto yours to savor your kiss one more time.

it’s moments like this that not only makes his heart fill with lust, but also with a burning love that can’t ever be extinguished.

“are you okay?” ichigo whispers softly, not wanting to startle you as he pulls away. he treats you with so much care, like you’re his precious jewel.

“you did great f’me, baby. i love you, i really do.”

— ichigo is amazing at aftercare. the first time the two of you had sex together, he was a bit clueless and timid— not wanting to accidentally make you uncomfortable or worse, end up hurting you in the process— but he’s not dumb enough to leave you in bed to take care of yourself.

— he knows with his stamina and how he damn near loses his sanity when he’s inside of you, you must be tired, exhausted even. before you know it, ichigo already has a bottle of water and a clean towel to help clean you up. even if it’s late at night and you’re having a craving for a snack? best believe he’ll throw on a hoodie and make a quick run to the connivence store.

— and the cuddlesss! ichigo isn’t the best at showing his feelings and being all touchy, but once he gets comfortable?? he’s all over you. in private, of course. not only do you love his touch and warmth, he also loves wrapping his arms around you. when you cuddle into his neck, it makes his heart melt— seeing how comfortable you are to trust him and let him protect you with just a subtle move.

RENJI A. | JACK OFF/DIRTY SECRET . . . renji cant help but feel like he’s definitely going to hell for this. it’s wrong— you’re his “best friend”, but that doesn’t stop him from sneaking into your room and “accidentally” taking your panties. in his defense. . . they were out in the open! he tried to put them in your closet and somehow managed to find their way into his pocket — okay fine, he doesn’t have an excuse.

his captain would definitely lose every single ounce of respect he had for renji if he ever caught him doing this, but fuck, he tried! renji can’t help it when he unravels his uniform, his boxers pooling down his legs as he takes out his cock. your pretty pink panties are grasped by his shaky hands— desperate and hesitant.

this is really fucked up, he thinks. yet he still brings the fabric close to his nose, inhaling your scent. “fuckkkk…” he breathes out, entranced. you smell like heaven. your natural scent overtakes his nose completely, getting him high and horny. his cock seems to have the same reaction as it stands up high, the tip red and already leaking out precum.

renji abarai. one of the strongest lieutenants out there, reduced to nothing but a horny teenager just because of some panties. he’s anything but a submissive kind of guy…but for you? he’d be on his hands and knees for you 24/7 if you asked. renji almost groans at the thought of it. what’s wrong with him?

. . . he can never ever tell you about this. ever.

KISUKE U. | KINKS . . . before you can even put down your things, kisuke immediately approaches you with a silly look covered by his fan, but his eyes say it all. it’s a look you know very well. he’s up to something idiotic and you’re involved. again.

“no.” you deadpan, setting down your purse.

“haaaah?? i didnt even say anything yet!”

“whatever it is, i don’t want to know!” and as always, like the baby he is, he starts pouting, huffing about how “you’re so mean” and “you never hear me out first!”. the last time you “heard” him out, he had a weird sex toy shaped like a tentacle ready to penetrate you. weirdly enough, it was a good experience that you’d rather not think about. you love kisuke, but his ideas and inventions. . . are unique. pretty on brand considering the pervert he is.

— kisuke is the kinkiest bleach character (ofc my girl lisa is up there too!!) and i will literally die on that hill.

— if you’re with him, you’re definitely gonna have a wild ride. he’s all about consent, but if you even mention wanting to try out new things. . . he is ready! new sex positions, kinks, roleplays, toys, you name it! he’s into a bunch of stuff: feet, maid/master roleplays, watersports i’m so sorry, bdsm, cuckholding (he’d probably beg yoruichi to have sex w you while he watches), scent/sweat kink, mommy kink, etc. . . + he’s a switch. when i say that man is a freak, i am not exaggerating.

— not only that, he’s very educated when it comes to sex. kisuke will make sure that not only you’re also educated, but safe and comfortable too. he won’t suggest anything that’ll hurt you or come close to something you don’t like. he’s pervy, but considerate!

KENPACHI Z. | STAMINA. . . how long has it been since you found yourself tangled in kenpachi’s sheets once again? when he pinned you down to his bed and took you as you begged for more? as you pleaded that you can take it with no complaints? hell, how long has it been since the last round? you try to rack your brain for answers— but it’s futile once you feel the tip of kenpachi’s cock prod against your wet cunt again.

he’s already filled you with his cum plenty of times, your thighs wet and sticky from the previous. . . 4? 5? 6 rounds? you cant remember.

you can remember how stupid you are to think that kenpachi is one to stop after just one round. he’s not satisfied when you’ve only orgasmed once. each time you reach that high, he eggs you on for “just one more”.

all you can focus on now is his hand wrapping around yours as he kisses your neck, his way of comforting you as he tells you to,

“take it well f’me, will ya? just like you said.” his muffled but gruff voice fills your ears as his thumb presses gently against your throat. your breath hitches, but you know he wouldn’t hurt you. he could— with his brute strength from countless of years of fights and battles— but you? he would never hurt you.

because you’re not an enemy. you’re his everything. and his everything deserves every single ounce of pleasure he can give until he can’t anymore (which won’t happen for a while. . .)

GRIMMJOW J. | RISK . . . he knows he should pull out. he knows that when, not if, when one of his subordinates walk in— they’ll see your body pressed onto the wall, legs wrapped around his torso, grimmjow himself caging you in as he pounds into your wet pussy. but honestly? he really couldn’t give a fuck. tosen, or worse— aizen, could walk in and it wouldn’t stop his relentless thrusts one bit.

you try to stifle your moans, not wanting to be caught. at this point, the damage has been done. . . but it doesn’t hurt to try and make this situation somewhat better. a deep scowl appears as he grabs your cheeks, squishing them harshly.

“let ‘em fucking hear ya.” he grits out. “they can watch and hear for all i care. but don’t ya dare stop screaming out my name. let ‘em know who makes you feel this good.”

— a menace. truly, a menace. grimmjow doesn’t mind being risky when it comes to sex, as long as you’re fine with it. he may have a brash personality, but he’s not a complete asshole when it comes to you. if you want to experiment more with your sex life, he’s on board too. he’s not super kinky, but he’s not super vanilla either. whatever it is, just tell him and he’ll probably say yes, as long as it’s not extreme.

— to grimmjow though, when he thinks of risk, his first thought is public sex. somewhere where it’s not easy to be seen, yet not hidden away either. sneaking you off to have a quickie in a dark closet or corner around las noches is his thing. that risk of getting caught by somebody fills him with this spark he can’t explain— and if he was to get caught while having sex with you, well. . . he won’t mind putting on a show to make things clear.

— he wants everyone to know that he’s the only one who’ll ever get you like this. the only one who gets privilege to suck and fuck your pussy, the only one who’ll get to see your pretty fucked out look every single day. they can watch, but they’ll never get the fucking chance to touch you.

SOSUKE A. | UNFAIR . . . brown eyes filled with mischief look down at you as you writhe in pleasure pain, chuckling at your pathetic moans and whines. he doesn’t feel the slightest amount of pity while seeing the state you’re in, tied up and subjected to pure overstimulation. it’s your fault, after all.

honestly, you can’t tell if this actually real— there’s no way. your senses are so heightened that the mere feel of the sheets below you make you tremble. his fingers manage to break you down over and over again until you cry out for mercy. kyoka suigetsu is a bitch, huh?

as if he’s already read your thoughts, a smile graces his lips, but it doesn’t bring you any sense of comfort like it should.

“have you been under the illusion that i’ve been using kyōka suigetsu? i’m offended, my love.”

“a-aizen-sama, p-please!” you cry out. “i’m sorry!“

aizen’s fingers push deeper and deeper into your cunt, his digits completely soaked with your sweet nectar. no matter how much you squirm and cry, he knows you don’t want him to stop. like always, you’ll obey his orders. . . you’ll cum when he lets you.

“shhhh no, darling. no more of that begging. i guess i’ll have to punish you for that too, hm?”

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Been thinking about writing a fic for 7E staff Tamaki who slowwlyy catches feelings for a college student reader who happens to be a regular there,,,

This just reminded me of a fic I read months back and it's the exact same!!! Kazui called him 'kitty' in the fic 😭🫶🫶

grimmjow & kazui

Assistant to the Hero Part I - Amajiki x Reader

Requested by @fuzztacular , part II will follow tomorrow. Part of my Follower Celebration

- 5 days as his assistant

With only a few days left until Washio-san’s retirement party, you’re just a little surprised that they’re calling you in for an interview.

You’ve worn your best clothes to work every day for the last two weeks, hoping against hope that you’ll be called in. Washio-san has been Suneater’s assistant ever since he started working at Fatgum’s agency. You’ve heard all the rumors.

How he’s picky, doesn’t talk to anyone but Fatgum and Washio-san - or maybe Kirishima-kun, and never attends any office parties.

But you’ve also heard of him from Kirishima-kun - one of the three junior Heroes you’re managing - and he tells an entirely different story.

With three years at the agency under your belt, you’re more than ready to take on one of the bigger sidekicks of Fatgum and you know that you’re capable of assisting Suneater. All you need is a chance.

And if the ongoing interviews are any indication, he hasn’t picked his new assistant yet.

-

“Y/N, welcome.” Washio-san is a grey-haired woman. You’ve never met her without a smile on her lips or a colorful pin on her blazer. Today, she’s got a tiny, vibrantly purple hummingbird pinned to her chest.

“Thank you for thinking of me.” You shake her hand and take a seat.

“I’m sorry we didn’t approach you sooner, but you might know that quite a few assistants were up for a promotion. Since you’ve finished your first three years with great reviews from everyone around, it’s also your choice which sidekick you want to work for.”

That’s news to you. “It’s… my choice?”

Washio-san nods and shuffles her papers, waiting for you to make your move. But you don’t know what to say. Should you tell them that you want to work for Suneater? But surely everyone wants to work for him. But if you don’t say his name and pick someone else and no one ends up picking him? He’d be heartbroken to hear that.

“Who…” You start and cough awkwardly to clear your throat. “I mean I’m sure that if everyone got to voice their choice, quite a few choose the same hero, am I right?”

“Yes.”

“Who…” You look down at your hands to steel your nerves. “Who didn’t get picked? It’s… It’s not that I don’t have preferences, I’d lie if I said I don’t. But I always felt that at this agency, everyone was doing their best. No one deserves not to get picked. I’d rather assist someone misunderstood than just voice my preference.”

“Well, isn’t that nice of you?” Washio-san smiles knowingly. “I’m happy to report that no one went without a pick so far. But I believe that Suneater got picked the least.”

The relieved sigh leaves your lips before you can hold it back.

Washio-san’s knowing grin grows only wider and you bite your lip.

“Well, in that case, someone else picked him already, right?” You blunder on. “A-and it w-wouldn’t be fair to take their place. Not that I could take it that lightly, I mean, you’d have to decide that, right?”

“Why do you think you’d be a better match as Suneater’s assistant.”

There’s a new tone to Washio-san’s voice, like steel hidden behind velvet. You’re reminded that she’s kept working here for all her life, all three of her pregnancies and that she basically built up this agency. Suneater is probably like a son to her. A grandson, more likely.

You won’t get past her with flattery or trying to sound nice. And you owe her your honesty.

“I don’t think that I get to say who’s the best match for him.” You tell her, voice strong now that you talk from your heart. “I think everyone could work well with him if they treat him with basic decency. Kirishima talks highly about him and I believe Kirishima above all else.”

Washio-san nods and gets up. “Thank you. This will be all.”

“O-Oh… of course.” You scramble to get up yourself, shake her hand when she offers it, and walk to the door. This interview hasn’t given you any insight on the matter but you’re just a junior assistant anyway.

“Oh, by the way.” Washio-san calls out when you’re at the door. “Just between the two of us. You would have picked him, am I right? Suneater, I mean.”

“I…” You shrug, mouth pulled into a tight line. “Yeah,” you admit softly. “But I’ll work with whomever you pick for me. I like all of our sidekicks a lot.”

-

-1 day as his assistant

Five minutes before you have to leave for Washio-san’s retirement party, your computer pings, signaling incoming mail.

You click on the letter icon, ignoring Kirishima’s excited babbling about yesterday’s patrol.

The letter is short, but it leaves your head spinning.

“Kirishima?” You grind through your teeth. “I got the position.”

“No way!” He’s on your back immediately, his weight crushing you against your keyboard. “NO FREAKING WAY!!”

-

To Kirishima, you're celebrating your new job. You have to remind him constantly not to tell everyone he meets. This is still Washio-san’s retirement party after all.

She hugs you, thanks you profoundly for the pin you wrapped as delicately as you could. It's a silver squid, its tentacles glittering with deep indigo stones. It cost you almost an entire month of pay but it's so worth the smile on her face.

“This might be my favorite present, “ she tells you in a whisper, “But don't tell anyone. It reminds me of Tamaki.”

The man itself is nowhere to be seen. He's not on patrol, that you know from Kirishima, but you would have been surprised to see him at a party with this many guests anyway.

Only when the cake has almost been devoured and the drinks are already finished, you spot his trademark indigo hair.

He's wearing skinny jeans and a black cardigan and of you hadn't known him, you might have taken him as an overworked accountant.

“I put some cake away.” You tell him, plate in hand. “Kirishima said you like sweet stuff.”

He flushes bright red and his mouth forms a line that's so straight you could use it as a ruler.

“Oh, I am sorry, I didn't want to surprise you.” You rub your neck awkwardly. “We don't even have to talk. I’m your new assistant, starting tomorrow. I’ll just leave this here with you.”

You offer him the plate and he takes it, hands shaking.

It's obvious that he's trying to talk, just as obvious that he's trying to make eye contact, but he's failing at both.

“You don't have to make eye contact with me.” You point out softly. “Just look at my shoulder when you address me. That's more than enough.”

A heavy sigh leaves him when he does so

“I wanna go home.” He mutters, flushes even brighter when he seems to realize what he just said.

“I get that. I think it makes it that much more special that you still showed up for Washio-san. I will get her for you, so that you can leave right after, okay?”

“O-okay.”

-

1 Month as his assistant

It’s a good thing that you don’t like small talk or feel the need to fill Silence with chatter. If you keep quiet long enough, Suneater will forget that you exist and almost relax while doing his paperwork, sometimes even humming a tune under his breath.

When you keep exceptionally quiet, you might even allow yourself to look at him from the corner of your eye.

He is, without a doubt, the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

He is also nice, capable in a fight, and a good boss when he can do things in writing instead of approaching you directly.

-

Every week, without fail, a little present will pop up on your table, usually when you come back from lunch and he’s on his way out to patrol.

Some chocolates, a single Daisy in a drinking glass, a foreign coin that’s polished so well it reflects the sunlight.

It feels like little presents one would get from a bird and in a way, he reminds you of one, how shy and on edge he is all the time.

The first time you hadn’t been sure if the gifts were really coming from him. After all, there was still creepy Jin from Accounting who liked to bring you gifts in the hopes you’d go on a date with him in exchange.

But Jin’s presents had always been more showy and he’d never take the chance that you mistook it for someone else's work.

You’d written a card then, just in case, and put it on top of the paperwork Suneater had to sign.

“Thank you for the Chocolate, it’s my favorite kind. I hope it was from you. If not, please just mark this card with an X and put it back on my table and I will not mention it again.”

The card never came back to you. You found it in one of the drawers of his desk instead, when you went looking for a file for Fatgum a week later.

-

“Have you seen Suneater?” Some girl from Accounting bursts through the door of your office. You blink up at her in perfectly veiled annoyance.

“Bathroom break, I think.” You offer politely and she huffs in annoyance and leaves, leaving the door open.

You get up to close it, hearing a mumbled “Thank you.” from behind his desk when you go back to your chair.

“Of course.” You send a smile in his direction, barely able to see the tip of his right ear and some of his hair from where you sit. He’d been hiding behind the table for over an hour now, dropped down on the floor in a heap right after patrol, and refused any offer of water or blankets.

“You can call me Amajiki.” He mumbles again. “Tamaki Amajiki.”

“Thank you, Amajiki-kun.” You dare to say a few more words, hoping it won’t backfire. “If you want to talk about something, I’m always here to listen.”

“It’s stupid.”

“I’m sure it’s not.”

“My roommate’s moving out.”

You blink. That answer is unexpected.

“You’re not happy about it, I assume?”

“He’s my best friend.”

You nod, now understanding at least some extent of the problem.

“Did you have a fight, or…?”

“He’s moving in with his girlfriend.”

“Oh, that’s a big step. How do you feel about it?”

Amajiki moves back and your eyes meet for the briefest of moments before he turns the other way, now hiding completely from your sight.

He’s quiet for a while and you imagine how red he must be, the way he always turns when you can’t help but talk to him.

“Whether you feel sad about it or upset or anything else, your feelings are valid.” You say into the Silence when he’s still not talking. “I still remember when my roommate moved out.”

“Why did they move out?”

“Oh, Kyoko got married right after College.” You tell him. “And I was so happy for her, because Ryūnosuke is the nicest guy ever, but you can’t help but wish that some things stay the same forever, right? We had such a nice thing going on. After she left, I couldn’t find a long-term roommate for that apartment and had to move into something smaller.”

You bite your lip when you realize that you’re talking about yourself. Hasn’t being quiet paid off well for you up until now?

“Where do you live?”

Surprise washes over you. Does Amajiki want you to keep talking?

Heart beating loudly, you explain where you live. Your cheeks burn when he speaks up again.

“That neighborhood is not the safest.”

“No.” You clear your throat, Shame climbing up your neck. “But it’s cheap.”

“If you need-” You interrupt him before he can offer you a place to stay - you don’t want pity.

“Accounting girl is coming back.” If you can hear her stomping that well through the door, you fear for the ears of those outside

Amajiki falls quiet and you wait, wondering if he’ll get up to face her.

He doesn’t.

The door bursts open yet again.

“Is Suneater here now?”

You level the girl with an annoyed glare.

“No, he’s not here right now, he’s just left for lunch.”

“Why didn’t you tell him to wait?” She asks, clearly angry.

“I don’t work for you. What do you need him for anyway?”

“None of your business.”

“I’m his assistant. It’s very much my business.”

“Fine.” She huffs and places a folder on your desk. You recognize the color immediately. This isn’t something she’d ever need Amajiki for.

“But tell him to call me as soon as he can.”

“Will do.” You say and cross your fingers in your mind.

-

1,5 Months as his assistant

You put the perfectly round pebble on Amajiki’s table.

“What’s that?” He asks and picks it up to inspect it.

“I found it on my way here and thought you’d like it.” You say, ashamed of it now that you can hear yourself say the words. “But you can just throw it away if you don’t… I just thought because of the stuff you bring me…”

He pulls open a drawer, takes out a box, and opens it, carefully placing the pebble inside.

“Thank you.” He says without making eye contact. “It’s appreciated.”

“Very well.” You move over to your own desk, knowing full well that he’d just get nervous if you stand around him too much.

“What’s that?” You pick up the folder and read the first paragraph. “An ad for a roommate?”

“I have to start looking for one.” His voice has started quivering now, a clear sign that he’s getting nervous. You focus on reading to give him some space.

“Amajiki?” You make a point to never look directly at his face. Looking at the name tag on his desk usually works fine.

“If you want me to proof read the ad I have to say that it’s well written. The price is too low however. You should raise it, considering where you live.”

“The price is fine. Can you… do the interviews?”

“Sure.” You nod. “I’ll pick three people and let you decide from there. Do you only want male roommates or?”

“Both is fine.” He chokes out and you nod, turning back to your work.

-

2,5 Months as his assistent

The noise from below is deafening.

You’re hiding in the closet, cradling your emergency bag to your chest.

It’s not the first night you’re losing sleep because some villain or other decided that he wanted to prove himself in your neighboorhood. This time the target must have been the pizzeria below your apartment.

The door to your apartment crashes open but you manage to flinch only slightly.

Steps echo through the little space, someone yells something from the staircase - the hallways outside create a very distinct kind of echo - and your apartment falls quiet again.

You stay where you are and wait, phone in your hand.

It’s almost midnight when you hear steps again, this time quieter.

“Everything clear.” You know that voice.

Slowly you open your closet door to peer outside.

The lights are on and in the doorway, Kirishima is trying to put your door back into its frame.

“Kirishima?” You ask, surprised to see him here.

“Oi! What are you doing in the closet?” He’s at your side in a heartbeat, pulling you up. “Did someone kidnap you? Amajiki! Come here!”

“No, I live here.” You protest when Kirishima pulls you towards the door.

Amajiki, who’s just stepped in, freezes at your sight.

“You live here?” Kirishima sounds surprised but not judgy and you’re thankful for that.

“You’re not hurt, right?” Amajiki is still unable to look into your eyes, but he makes a point in looking at your shoes and your elbows as if those are the places to check for injuries.

“Completely fine. I hid in the closet.”

“That was pretty dangerous.” Kirishima tells you. “How would you have defended yourself?”

“I-”

“Where are you sleeping tonight?” Amajiki interrupts you, glaring at the door instead of you as he speaks. “The door is broken.”

“I’m just going to grab some change of clothes and leave for the agency. I can take a nap there and get an early start.”

“I have a free room.” You stare at Amajiki with your mouth open.

Before you can refuse the offer, Kirishima already claps you on the back with more force than necessary.

“That’s a great idea. That’s so manly of you, Amajiki!”

-

“They’re sending someone to fix my door tomorrow, err, today, I mean. Later today.”

“There’s no rush.” Amajiki is staring at his fridge as you carry your bag into his apartment.

“The smaller bedroom is free. I have to get back to patrol. The bus to the agency leaves every fifteen minutes at the corner. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

It’s weird being in his apartment by yourself even though you’ve been here before.

He’d shown you around once, told you what he could compromise on, and gave you a key to show others around.

That had been about a month ago but he’d yet to agree to anyone you thought he’d be compatible with.

Something you’d been annoyed with yesterday but had to be thankful for tonight when it meant you could crash in his spare room.

Here, in the quiet dark, the fear comes back with vengeance.

You’d been doing a lot of hiding in your closet lately and while you’d come out safe every time so far, you’d have to do something about that.

Just not right now.

You click the light back on, make sure that the front door is locked twice and all windows are closed, and fall asleep to a one-hour loop of coffee shop music.

-

“I have someone new for you.” You tell Amajiki when he comes into the agency around four.

“How’s your door?”

You frown. “Not fixed yet. So, before you say no again, this person-”

“You can stay in my apartment until the door is fixed.” He offers and this time, you look at him directly. He flinches in surprise when he notices your glare and you soften it immediately.

“Amajiki. Ask me who that person is that wouldn’t mind being your roommate.”

“Who’s that person?” He asks, voice timid.

“Me. Well, if you think that would work out. And just until I find something I can rent on my own, I don’t want to bother you longer than necessary.” You regret your words the moment you say them out loud. He wanted to be nice and you’re taking advantage of it.

Amajiki looks like he’s about to faint.

“You can say no if you don’t feel comfortable with it.” You offer softly. “I won’t be mad, I promise.”

“When can you move in?”

-

3 Months as his assistant

“You’re out of milk.” You point out. “And we need more eggs.”

Behind you, Amajiki scribbles down your shopping list of the week.

“I’m taking the train out for the weekend.” You tell him as you move towards the kitchen sink to do the breakfast dishes. “You have the whole living area to yourself until Sunday night.”

He doesn’t look like he cares about that.

Living with him is as weird and yet easy as working with him.

Amajiki’s room is bigger than yours because he rarely leaves it. Work is consuming as it is and he likes to just stay inside when he can.

You’re not sure if he reads or listens to music or watches TV or just sleeps away his free time, but you barely see him even if you’re both home at the same time.

At least he’s letting you cook and pay for the groceries to make up for the ridiculously cheap rent. Even though he insists on buying the groceries himself, because ‘they’re heavy and he can use that as free workout’.

It’s only been two weeks and you already know that the weekend with your parents is a necessary break.

If you’d had a minor crush on him when you started working as his assistant, that crush has increased by a tenfold now.

Seeing him in the morning trying to make coffee while half asleep does nothing to quell your growing feelings.

“I’m leaving tomorrow morning.” You tell him when he’s still not speaking. You don’t know why you add the last part, the words slipping out of your mouth like soap through your fingers. “We could do a movie night if you want.”

You can feel his eyes on your back now, heat rising to your cheeks. You scrub your plate again to keep from having to look at him.

“What movie did you think?” He asks, voice timid.

“I-” You stutter, trying to think of one off the top of your head. “There’s a new Pokemon movie?”

“I’ll put Popcorn on the list.” He says and you can hear him slip from his chair.

“See you later.”

Oh god. Movie night is going to kill you.

-

The living room couch had always felt massive to you until you had to share it with Amajiki.

He’s sitting at the other end of it, a bowl of popcorn sitting between you.

For a moment you wonder if this is how he feels all the time around other people, anxious and aware of every single thing you’re doing.

Is your breathing too loud? Are you moving too much or not enough?

“Bathroom break.” You call out softly and slip from the couch.

You can hear the movie pause behind you and rush to the safety of the bathroom.

It still smells like his bodywash inside which isn’t helping at all, so turn the water as cold as it gets and let it run over your wrists, counting to ten until you’re as calm as you could possibly get.

“It’s just Amajiki.” You whisper to yourself. “He’s too afraid of you to think of anything like that.”

— daddy’s got a bit of a bad habit, grimmjow jaegerjaquez.

contents :: fem!reader, grimmy has a potty mouth, mainly fluff, domestic life, reader has a baby girl w/ grimmjow ! a bit of angst(?)

soleil’s sticky note. the way how my phone still autocorrects my name but not grimmjow’s last name…wtf?

“fuckin’—!”

“stop cursing or i swear to god i’ll put tape over your mouth!”

immediately, grimmjow shuts up with a small glare thrown your way. he knows you’re right for scolding him, but damn does he hate being told what to do. grimmjow tells you every time,

“you’re real fuckin’ lucky that i love you.”

and you are, honestly. because without grimmjow, you’d never have the bundle of joy you’ve been blessed with. grimmjow settles for calling her a little “brat” or “runt”— which you’ve told him to stop multiple times— yet when he’s all alone with her, cradling his little girl close to his chest, he whispers the sweetest little nothings in her ear. she can barely understand what her daddy says at her age, yet every time she smiles or coos at him. it’s that unspoken father-daughter bond between them that you think of fondly every time.

what you don’t think of so fondly is grimmjow’s potty mouth. of course, you love him. you love his voice, his eyes, the way how pouts when you tell him that no, he can’t fight someone just because they didn’t say excuse me— but you’d rather not have your daughter know every curse word in existence before she’s even a year old.

your daughter giggles at her father, seemingly amused by the whole scene. she doesn’t understand a single word, but by the looks of her daddy and mommy, daddy got scolded again. grimmjow turns to her with a sigh, picking her up into his arms with a small smirk.

“you think daddy gettin’ in trouble is funny?” he says, tickling her softly. she laughs at the tickles, moving around in his arms. she’s getting more active each day…it makes his heart ache, in a good way of course. “and you’re still laughin’? you’re hurting daddy’s feelings, ya little brat.”

“grimmjow.” the warning in your voice is clear to him.

“fine, fine! i’m sorry, sheesh.” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. with your daughter still in his arms, he approaches you with a kiss to the cheek as you wash the rest of the dishes. it’s not long until he cuddles up to you with your baby safe in his arms, smiling softly. it’s faint, but you know it’s there.

“can’t believe both my girls ‘r gangin’ up on me.” and the sweet laugh that comes out of your mouth is enough for him to forget about everything else. he’ll let you boss him around all you want just so he can hear it again.

the scene is so sickeningly sweet that it could make him throw up. was this really him? he thought, did he even deserve this after what he’s done? nah, you weren't lucky that he loved you. he was lucky— blessed— that you even tolerated him in the first place. he's realized that the first time you kissed him. he was so empty— no feelings, no emotions, no trust, no love—just the pure desire to fight and survive. barely even able to sleep peacefully like he could in that desolate world. but that’s not his home anymore. no, it’s you and her, a fact that he cherishes everyday. yeah, he was an asshole…he still is, kinda, but he’s changed.

for the better. for you. for her.

ah yes the comfort pat

thinking about mha ending without being able to see all of the characters grow and reach their own individual happy endings. ship or not idc. i just want them to be happy

i still want to see Class 1-A, now 2-A, graduate. i want to see the big three become official heroes

i want to see happy moments after all of the battles they've went through

nearly all of the characters in mha have supplied immense happiness to the fandom for so long. I want them to have that much happiness (if more than that isn't possible) for themselves

You want to… What?

Pro Hero! Tamaki Amajiki x AFAB! Reader

Premise: You learn something about Tamaki after a night out celebrating his birthday.

W/C: 2310

A/N: My quiet boys deserve all the love. Happy Birthday Tamaki 💜 (sorry if it’s slightly OOC, I’m a little rusty on MHA)

Warnings/Contains: Alcohol use/drunk sex, Breeding Kink, vaginal penetration (unprotected), cream pie, slight cum play, oral (fem receiving), Cockwarming/Somnophilia (implied)

Tamaki rarely drank. His anxiety generally getting the better of him, too worried he might do something embarrassing while drunk. He had already improved drastically in the years you knew him. No longer a nervous wrecking ball, but still shaky when it came to his liquor. If he drank, it was usually only one fruity concoction. Tamaki is a lightweight and why drink something that tasted bad? One drink was usually his max.

Tonight was different. He finally felt comfortable enough in front of you, Mirio and Nejire to let loose. You guys were celebrating him after all.

Even when he was only tipsy, his words became looser. It was actually hard to pull him away from his friends, chatting a mile a minute. However, it was getting late, he was three drinks in, and you were tasked with getting the drunk Pro-Hero home. He got quiet once it was just the two of you. The chatter of the bar no longer encouraged his voice.

He was cognizant enough to get himself home, but the fact that you were there… He simply put the majority of his weight into his arm around your shoulders and let you lead the way.

Finally reaching his bedroom, gently flinging his body toward the bed, “C’mon let’s get you undressed.” Tamaki groaned in protest, cheeks flushed with alcohol with his hair strewn across his face. He looks so pretty like this. You start unbuttoning his pants, simply wanting him to sleep comfortably. Going to pull them down, forcefully tugging at the waistband. The dead weight of his plastered state not helping you in the slightest by lifting his hips. You finally get them down his legs. Boxers sliding down a few inches in the process. Shoes already thrown off near the front door. You toss his pants in the general direction of his laundry hamper.

If you couldn’t see his eyes open behind the purple curtain of locks, you’d think he was asleep already. But he’s watching you. Watching your every move intently, even though his eyes appear glazed over.

You start unfastening the bottom button of his shirt. Fingers fumbling, trying to focus through your own tipsy haze. Suddenly there’s a heat wrapped around your wrist, yanking you forward as your body crashes on top of his. Lips colliding as he rolls over on top of you. You can feel how hard he is against you. That wasn’t there seconds prior, was it? When he was laying flat on his back, only his boxers blocking your view. His bulge on full display…

His tongue slides across your lower lip. His one hand still pinning your wrist above your head. You moan at the sensation, allowing him access. You can taste the fruity sting of his alcohol across your tongue. He’s drunk. The taste is inviting, luring you further into his embrace. He’s drunk. Moaning into your mouth, only making wetness pool between your legs. He’s drunk. You never want him to stop.

“We’re drunk..” you finally gather enough brain cells to push him back slightly. Just enough to get your words out.

He grinds his hard-on against your clothed body, “It’s not like this is our first time.” Voice hushed as he leans in again. Turning your head causing his lips to catch your cheek.

“You need to sleep it off, we can do this in the morning.” Hands weakly shoving at his muscular form. A feeble attempt to roll him away from you. He starts nibbling down the side of your neck as you speak. Between kisses he mumbles into your skin, “or… we could… do both.” The noise that leaves your mouth contradicts everything you’ve been saying. You know the right thing is to stop, but your body craves him.

With your free hand you guide his lips back to yours, no longer trying to fight the urge. Fingers trailing back to grip amethyst hair, keeping his warm lips against yours. You need to drown in him. You shift your legs to wrap around his waist, short dress rising up around your hips. Feeling the warmth of him through your panties only fuels the fire in your gut. He ruts against you, forcing mutual moans onto each other’s tongues. He pulls back, only to work at getting your dress over your head. The garment discarded somewhere in the dimly lit room. Fingers going back to finish the job of unbuttoning his shirt. Too eager. When two buttons remain he’s pulling it up and over his head. Tossed the opposite direction as the dress.

His muscles ripple and contract with the motion. You can’t help yourself, fingertips ghosting over the definition in his abs. Trailing lower to his v-line as you admire his chest and biceps. You still can’t get over Tamaki’s toned body, no matter how many times you’ve seen it. He is a Pro-Hero after all, it’s kind of a requirement.

Your dress had a built in bra, so you’re left with your thong and his boxers blocking your path. He leans down to capture your lips in a quick peck. Quickly trailing down your neck and chest. Goosebumps erupting across your skin at his featherlight kisses. Nipples perking in the cool air of the room. Hooking his fingers into your waistband as he continues nipping down your stomach. “T’- Maki,” you moan into his touch. Protesting as he ignores your breasts. Hot breaths fanning across your skin.

Tamaki pulls the little fabric down your legs in one quick swoop. A shaky breath inhaled as the atmosphere makes itself known across your heat. His hands are instantly on the back of your thighs, spreading you open for him and pushing your legs back. You can feel the wetness between your folds as they part ways. “Fuck…” He mutters before losing all composure. 

A flat tongue runs down the middle of your cunt. Warm and wet. A welcome difference to the chill in the air. Covering as much surface area as he can, he shakes his head back and forth a few times quickly before latching onto your clit and sucking. The dramatic change in sensations pulls a cry from your lips. Head falling back against the comforter. 

Fingers gripping into your thighs. Yours gripping into the sheets below you. Hips squirming. Tamaki pulls off you with a pop as the suction breaks and you're left with a moment of relief. Lazily running the flat length of his tongue from entrance to clit twice over before quickly standing. 

He knows all the right ways to tease you. “‘Maki~,” you're calling for him at the lack of his touch. Dragging your head up to watch him shed his boxers. Stepping out of them and climbing onto the bed with you. 

His cock standing tall. Tip a deep angry pink, leaking pre. His girth makes up for his slightly above average length.

“Can I?” His words pull your gaze to his face as he generally motions, indicating that he wants to start without a condom. You’ve always used protection together. You know you’re both clean, but not really wanting to risk a pregnancy. You can feel your face flushing deeper. Swallowing any nerves, you whisper a small approval while nodding your head. You can practically see a sparkle in his eyes as you accept.

He runs his tip through your folds a few times. You can hear him holding back a reverberating groan. Head falling back before returning his focus to his actions. Gathering slick to make his entrance smoother. 

He was so much warmer against your skin compared to the typical latex you felt. The feeling makes your eyes roll back. 

“Oh~” “Fuck.” The mutual noises erupting from you as he pressed his tip into your entrance. His moan was other-worldly, louder and more pleased than usual. You tried to quiet your whimper as he steadily inched forward. You never realized how veiny Tamaki was. Unable to keep your head up at the feeling of him inside you. Nothing keeping you from feeling each other.

Tamaki stalls above you once your hips lay flush against each other. He’s panting already. Brow creased as he looked down at you. “Gods, fuck,” voice raspy with a struggle for self-restraint. 

Groans so pretty you can't stop your walls from fluttering around his girth. 

He levels his breathing slightly and starts to withdraw his hips. His prominent veins against your gummy walls makes it impossible for you to stay quiet. After a few languid strokes of his entire length he sets a steady pace. 

Pleasure steadily building in your core. Ankles hooked around his back. His hands bracing himself on either side of your head. Warm pants fill the space between your bodies as yours recoils with the force of his rutting. 

“You’re gonna look so good with my child.”

Huh? Did he just? Your eyes fly open, “You want to… What?”

One hand comes to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek as he speaks, “Shhh baby, I know you’d look so good. Swollen belly. Swollen breasts. All from my seed.” He groans and nuzzles into your neck. 

HUH. Although you had known him for years you only started dating about five months ago. Sure you had mentioned getting married before, but kids were not part of the discussion yet.

His hand trails from your face down to rub circles on your nub. “Fuck ‘Maki!” You scream at the contact. He’s not giving you time to process. Brain quickly turns to mush as you fall over the edge. He kept urging you through it, “Imma put a baby in you if it’s the last thing I do.” You never imagined that his words would have such an effect on you like this. Eyes glossed over meeting his purple irises. Looking so pleased with himself. 

“Can I? Ah.. inside?” He makes out between moans. Only removing his hand from your clit once your walls calm their pulsing. You’re still riding the aftershocks of your high, all you can think is to nod.

Picking up at a faster pace. You whine with every slam of your bodies together. Rhythm faltering as you feel him release inside you. 

The feeling is indescribable. Suddenly warmth oozes from your womb into the rest of you. Feeling even more full than with just his cock filling you. 

“Yea? You like having my seed coat your walls?” You must not be hiding the curious pleasure plastered across your face very well. “We’re not wasting any of this.” He gently grinds himself into you, trying to get impossibly closer. His lips claiming yours as his release slowly leaks out of you. 

The kiss is slow and passionate. Filled with his love and appreciation for what you just let him do. 

He tentatively pulls out, leaning his weight into his knees. Quickly replacing his dick with his fingers. Shoving his cum back inside you as it dribbles out. The act makes his erection twitch back to life, “Can I? Keep going?”

You’re surprised at how easily the sentence leaves you: “Anything for you ‘Maki.” You’re fucked out, tired and want to sleep, but want to make him happy. That inexplicable wonder across his features. It is his birthday after all... 

He eases his re-hardening length back inside you. Sensitive walls pulling whimpers from your throat. Combined releases pooling out as he tries to keep it in.

“I need to know it’ll take.” He starts rocking his hips back and forth again. Instead of folding you into a mating press as you expected, he pulls your legs flush against his abs and chest. Wrapping one arm around them to keep them stable as you bounce against his dick. 

His other hand comes down to rest on your belly bulge. “I need to know this is it.”

His thumb weasels its way to sit against your bundle of nerves. The undulating motion of your bodies causes enough friction to quickly build your orgasm again. You're a mewling mess under his touch. “Fuck. You’ll look so good. So pretty. A-All for me. Our family.”

Both moaning into the heavy air of the bedroom as you finish together this time. Walls spasming around his twitching length. Takami doesn’t pull out this time. Exhaustion getting to both of you as he releases your legs and collapses into your chest. “I’m just… gotta keep you plugged,” he slurs into your body. 

His words cause you to involuntarily clench around his overly sensitive member. Whimpering in response to the added stimulation.

“I hope they have your eyes…” it’s barely above a whisper as his breathing levels out. Sleep finally takes over his body. You’re quick to follow, feeling so bloated with his cock and releases. Thoughts of you starting a family flickering across your dreams.

✦✦✦

Throwing his t-shirt over your head, you wander into the kitchen. Yawning, rubbing your eye with one hand as the other sits on your lower stomach. “So… are we going to talk about last night? I woke up cleaned up, and you're making breakfast… so clearly you’re aware on some level of what happened last night.” You chuckle, honestly expecting him to have been too drunk to remember anything. 

He turns to face you, clearly looking at the way you hold your abdomen. He scratches the back of his neck and looks away as he speaks, “Fuck, I’m sorry… I never really asked you if you wanted kids. I just… You mean so much to me and I— I’ve always wanted to do that. I was just too nervous to ask.”

Walking over to place your hands on his waist, a small smile across your face, “‘Maki, if you think we’re ready for kids…” You didn't exactly know how to continue. Luckily he understood your meaning, cheeks flushing a deeper red. Cupping your cheeks, he leans in to kiss you. 

“Maybe we should get married first.” He smiles against your lips.