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If they had jobs in the world of the living. - part 1

Warning: SMUT, NO MINORS, MORDERN AU, short imagines/drabbles.

AIZEN, GRIMMJOW, JUSHIRO, KENPACHI, SHUHEI, SZAYELAPORRO

Aizen - University Professor

You had questions. You had many questions. And he always had an answer.

It was way past his office hours, yet he still stayed behind to answer your questions. You were a studious student and he intended to reward your diligence. 

You read out loud the poetic phrases you supposedly were struggling to interpret. 

However, you were now struggling to articulate. 

He had an interesting way to lecture you— bent over his sturdy old desk, his naked hips connected to yours and his movements flowed like poetry itself. Your words spilled out, interrupted with the occasional ‘ahhh’ and ‘mmmmph’.

Eventually, he increased his pace, the sound of skin slapping added to the rhythmic beat. At this point, there were no elegant words flowing out of your mouth and you had become nothing but a moaning mess. 

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Grimmjow- Gym Trainer

You hated squats! You couldn't get the form right and it would hurt your knees. And you were growing frustrated.

Grimmjow, your hot personal trainer, had a perfect solution for your squatting problem. 

He stood behind you and guided your motions. “Hinge from the hips. Get that ass touching me”. 

Well, you got the hip hinge part pretty quickly. Your round, soft butt would stick back and out, brushing up against his hand. No wait. His hard abs? His leg? Wait. It was too pointy to be any of those body parts. 

You tried again, movement coming from your hip joints and you stuck out your ass, your stretchy yoga pants accentuating your movements. 

You slowly grind up against him again. You gasped. Did it just grow and twitch? 

“That’s it! Give me 10 of those”, he encouraged. 

The encouragement was enough to keep you going and not question anything. You gave him perfect 10 reps and with each rep, that thing you touched with your butt kept growing. At this point, you know what you were tapping. However, you chose to remain oblivious and innocent. 

After your last rep, you straightened yourself up and squeezed your butt muscles together. You felt the burn in all the right spots! Knees did not hurt. Guess he was a great trainer after all!

“Good job! Now you want to learn how to do some deep sumo squats?”, he asked.

You turned around and noticed the visible tent in his pants. 

“Sure”, you replied. Might as well entertain him and yourself. 

He guided you to the back of the gym and let’s just say you became a master at the sumo squats very quickly. You gave him 3 sets of 20, while he laid on the floor and you used his erect dick as the target for your pussy to sit into.  

“Fuck ya!!! Feel the burn baby! Ya feeling the burn?”

“Yes yes! I feel the burn ugh…i feel the burn!”

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Jushiro - School Teacher 

“Mommy always says you're so beautiful”, the little girl said to her preschool teacher that morning. 

Your daughter and her innocent, unfiltered mouth got you into this mess. 

Mess as in— making out with her teacher— in the classroom after a parents teacher meeting. 

You couldn't avoid it. He approached you with what your daughter had said and you couldn't deny it. He was a gorgeous angel who fell from the heavens. And you wanted a taste of that celestial being. 

And a taste you got! His tongue was really dancing around in your mouth. His hips were grinding against yours, your body pinned against his desk.

You were ready to throw away your dignity and your clothes with it. You could feel his arousal growing-- his hard erection poking you between your legs and teasing your clit as it rubbed against your tight yoga pants. Yes, you were that one parent who wore yoga pants and a crop top to your child's 'parent's teacher meeting' just to have the divine teacher notice you.

Now that he noticed you, you wanted more. Your hand trailed down his chest and towards his pants but he grabbed your wrist to stop you from proceeding any further.

“I can't do this. Not here. The kids sit on those desks. And I have to come back to this place tomorrow". He paused for a second and glanced at the wall clock. "What about the parking lot?"

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Kenpachi- Car Mechanic

He finished giving your car a good tune-up. Now it was your turn!

His greasy, unwashed hands leave stains all over your clothes and he has you spread out on the back seat of your car. He roughly slams his 10 inch cock into your pretty pussy, shaking the entire vehicle with each forceful thrust.

He pulled out his cock and admired how it glistened with your juices. “The oil is very dirty. Gonna replace it”. And he shamelessly stuck himself back inside you.

He doesn't hold back when he unleashes his load inside, unbothered by the fact he creampied you to the brink. He pulls his cock out with his dirty hands and slaps the sensitive tip against your swollen clit, making your flinch. 

“Gotta change the dirty oil often. Come back every week for a fresh refill”.

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Shūhei- Newspaper Editor

Shuhei was beyond stressed. There wasn't much news to report on anymore. Which was a good thing, right? Not for Shuhei. 

Where was the scandal? The tea? The crime?

You, one of the reporters, walked into his office looking just as bored. You were wearing your revealing, low cut top and short skirt. It was always a good idea to look alluring enough to get people to talk— spill the beans— you called it. 

But Shuhei was about to spill his beans. The blush on his face was hard to conceal. What was even more obvious was the growing tent between his legs? 

You thought you were being cautious when you gave him a delicious blow job under the table. Little did you know the newspaper photographer was hiding in one of the supply closets.

The next day.

Headline with a photo: 

Recent scandal in the office: City's most beloved and hard working editor caught in action with a staff member. Eyewitnesses say it began with a simple taste test and quickly escalated into a full-course meal. The editor looked truly refreshed and recharged afterward. 

You wanted some tea. And here you were served a delicious fresh brew with extra rich cream.

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Szayelaporro- Fertility Doctor

100% success rate on the first round. 

What was his secret? 

This was your first visit. The assistant did some blood work and took your vitals. And like any other doctor’s office, you waited….and waited. You almost drifted off while laying on the exam table. 

The doctor finally walked in with a needleless syringe—thicker and longer than usual—filled with his patented ‘magic solution’.

You were already striped and barely covered up by the short and tight hospital gown. 

He didn't say much. Nothing was explained. No risks were discussed. No consent was taken.

His pink hair disappeared between your thighs.  Your legs were already propped up on the stirrups, giving him a perfect view. He parted your soft lips with his hand, the latex fingers rubbing gently against your clit. Your response was unavoidable— a gentle moan had escaped you.

A small grin tugged on his lips but he remained professional and continued to separate your folds, making an opening for his syringe to penetrate through. 

Now he had to insert the entire 8 inch syringe deep inside you until the tip kissed your cervix. You shuddered beneath him, self-control slipping and your mind giving away to momentary pleasure. 

“You shameless creature”, you heard him whisper from below.

A blush grew across your cheeks but you did not stop him. He began to flick his wrist, plunging the syringe in and out of your hole, making a sloppy, slippery mess out of your pussy. 

“This is perfect! The extra fluids and the muscle contractions will help carry the liquid inside and deliver it to the precious egg”, he explained and closely observed your body go into spasm.

He injected the mysterious fluid inside, your body happily accepted it and not a single drop was wasted. 

You quickly changed and made your way out the door, gathering your shame with you. 

Yet you hesitated at the doorway, a burning question pressing on your mind.

“Do I need to have sex with my partner right away?

“Not necessary at all. In fact, you have already conceived”. 

100% success rate was no joke.

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Part 2 of Grimmjow and the Cookie Thief (ask from @kryptoniteforsale !)

Thanks to the wonderful @villainsrtasty for beta reading!

PART ONE HERE! (This won't make a ton of sense without reading part 1 first!) @cloudyempress @darthwhorecrux @whatshernameis @writemessybleach

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 2 (~4.2k words)

“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.” He let go of your foot and shucked his jacket, then lowered his zipper until the belts he always wore got in his way. Still leaning over you, he made quick work of unfastening the buckles before letting them drop to the floor and kicking them aside. You watched, mesmerized by flexing biceps and rippling abs. You were so absorbed by the tantalizing display, so close to your reach, that you didn’t so much as wiggle when he let go of your wrists long enough to switch hands as he shouldered out of the top part of his body suit.

Faster than you could blink, Grimmjow yanked you up off the bed by your arms. As soon as your feet were under you, he stopped pulling and let physics do the rest, standing there like a brick fucking wall as you collided with his bare chest, a surprised ‘Oof!’ forced from your lungs by the impact. It only took a split second for you to recover, immediately putting your freed hands on as much of Grimmjow’s skin as possible. Grimmjow’s body was warm. Very warm. And very solid. You moaned softly as his muscles flexed beneath your fingers, earning you a self-satisfied chuckle. He didn’t chuckle for long, however. “Fuckin’ hell,” he hissed as you leaned in and flicked his nipple with the tip of your tongue. Grimmjow tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck and tugged your head back so that you had no choice but to look up at him. His bright blue eyes were a few shades darker, his pupils round and dark signaling just how much he truly wanted this encounter. The predatory look he was giving you sent a thrill through you, that little edge of fear sending a wave of heat straight to your core. You shivered even as you pressed your thighs together, fidgeting under his scrutiny. “Fuck you’re noisy. You want that boss of yours to hear?” Grimmjow leered down at you, a crooked grin turning up one corner of his mouth. Your eyes widened as the thought sunk in. You had no doubt in your mind that Urahara was somehow listening to everything. “Son-of-a bit—“ “Tch! Noisy!” Grimmjow didn’t give you a chance to finish your thought, cutting off your words as his mouth crashed into yours, his tongue pushing between your lips the moment you let out a gasp of surprise. He kissed like he did everything else, as if he had something to prove, and he knew he was going to prove it. That wasn’t unexpected, but the way he went from fisting your hair so hard that it bordered on pain to cradling the back of your head was giving you emotional whiplash. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you began to wonder if he had thoughts about you that extended beyond a good lay. Your thoughts were interrupted by a large hand clamping down on your shoulder. Just as quickly as Grimmjow initiated the kiss, he broke away and gave your shoulder a shove, quite literally bringing you to your knees. “Ow!” you hissed, half leaning down to rub a knee before Grimmjow’s grip on your hair brought you up short. “You coulda just asked, you kno— Oh…”

You looked up just as Grimmjow lowered his zipper the last few inches, watching his cock spring free from its confines. Swallowing hard, your eyes fastened on the utter masterpiece before you. It certainly was a striking specimen, slightly curved, a good length, and thick with two prominent veins down the sides that vaguely reminded you of the markings below his eyes. Your gaze finally flickered to his face. He looked quite proud of himself for eliciting such a reaction from you. “Heh. That shut you up, didnnit.” Grimmjow leered down at you, but he couldn’t quite hide the hint of disbelief in his eyes; you were actually going to follow through with this! Not that he’d ever admit doubting it, of course.

“Bet I can keep ya quite a little bit longer before I make you get so loud the neighbors will hear,” he taunted. You arched a brow at Grimmjow. Then without warning, you curled a hand around the bottom of his cock, dropping your head and wrapping your lips around it before he had a chance to say another smug-ass word. The gasp he almost choked back was just what you were hoping for, and you grinned around a mouthful of his dick as you went down on him. Grinning didn’t last, quickly turning into a quiet moan when Grimmjow’s fingers pulled at your hair again. He didn’t do more than that, letting you work him over as you pleased for the moment, and you were determined to make it an experience he’d never forget. You teased the head of his cock. Pressing in with the tip of your tongue and lapping up the precum beading in his small slit, salty and just slightly bitter. You whined softly, the sensation drawing a grunt from the arrancar as he bit back another goan. This only spurred you on, fueling your determination to make Grimmjow lose his composure. You moved from teasing to taking in more of his length, moving your hand in tandem with the torturously slow bobbing of your head. “Fuck!” Grimmjow swore between clenched teeth, stroking your ego just like your hand was stroking the girthy base of his cock. You moaned, a low sound coming from deep in your chest that was designed to make what you were doing that much more intense. You looked up at him from beneath your lashes as his hips jerked. His fist tightened in the back of your hair, and you could see that he was losing patience. Good. This was right where you wanted him. You pulled off his cock with a wet pop, just long enough to flash him a sultry smile before taking in as much of him as you could, gagging slightly as the tip of his cock brushed the back of your throat. “Fuuuck!” Grimmjow groaned, the volume of his swearing increasing. He didn’t even bother trying to hold back the loud grunt that followed when looked down to see you gazing up at him, your pupils blown as wide as his were and your lips wrapped around the base of his shaft. It was obvious that you were enjoying going down on him as much as he was enjoying being on the receiving end. Well, if you were capable of that… Grimmjow went from simply fisting your hair and holding your head in place to rocking into your mouth. He went shallowly at first to see what you could handle, but before long, he was flexing his hips in short, snapping thrusts that had tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. Your fingers dug into the chorded muscles of his hamstrings even as you forced your jaw to relax. You well and truly let him fuck your face until the blowjob turned sloppy, trickles of drool dripping from your chin and his balls. Even so, Grimmjow’s finely tuned instincts had him reading you like a book the entire time, knowing when you needed a breath and never pushing you beyond what you could tolerate. It was perfect.

“Shit! Not yet,” he barked suddenly. Grimmjow pulled away from you, still holding you in place by the hair as he stepped back.

The next thing you knew, you were being bodily hauled to your feet and spun around to face away from him. Grimmjow yanked what was left of your shirt off of your back and gave you a shove, sending you face first into your mattress before you could catch yourself. You pushed yourself half way up onto your forearms, spitting out a mouthful of cloth, but that was as far as you got before a large, warm hand pressed down between your shoulder blades sending a shiver that ran like frost-fire down your spine He pushed you right back down until your cheek was resting on the sheets, and your back was arched like a ski slope. Grimmjow stepped up behind you and leaned over your back, his skin brushing against yours as he shifted from foot to foot. The rustling of fabric and the ribbon of black that arced through your peripheral vision confirmed what you suspected, and you tried to bend your neck far enough to get a peek at what Grimmjow now had on full display. Grimmjow, bastard that he was, side-stepped your line of sight with a snicker. You were about to protest when his other hand came down across your bare butt cheek with a sharp crack. “Ow!” you yelped, more from shock than anything. It was a glancing blow designed more for the sound and the reaction than anything. Grimmjow chuckled darkly, palming your ass where the blow had landed. This made you forget all about your flash of indignation as your eyelids slid shut with a hum of enjoyment. You bit your lip as Grimmjow’s large, strong hands slid up the backs of your thighs and over your ass before he gripped your hips with an answering hum of approval that made butterflies take wing in your stomach, very naughty butterflies that carried their embers of desire straight south before dissipating. “Up on those knees, princess,” he murmured, sounding distracted, but giving you some sort of warning for once before pulling you off of your feet by the hips and jostling your body forward until your knees were up on the edge of the bed. “Fucking hell!” “Oh, fuck!” The words came out in stereo as Grimmjow got a good look at your soaking pussy and you registered the reality that this was actually about to happen.

“Goddamn, woman,” Grimmjow drawled, caressing your thighs again and nudging your legs a little further apart before returning his hands to your backside. He let out a low whistle as he spread your cheeks apart for a better view. “You gotta change clothes every time you watch me spar, or you just walk around the shop like this all afternoon?” You looked back over your shoulder to see him leering at you with that trademark arrogant smirk. You tried to glare at him, but your eyes drifted south instead, taking in his flexing biceps and rippling abs on the way down. Hell, you couldn’t even be mad, not while you were staring at his cock, watching it bob as Grimmjow restlessly shifted his weight. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” you finally muttered, the comeback missing all of the necessary snark. You swallowed hard and pressed your teeth into your bottom lip again. “I’ll take that as a standing invitation, princess,” he said smoothly. Without missing a beat, he brought his hand down for another loud smack that reddened your ass, emphasizing that his remark wasn’t just teasing. And just in case you were in doubt, a second slap across the other cheek left a matching bloom of color in the shape of his hand. The sting was working its own magic, sending sparks of arousal along your nerves, but it was the way he was looking at you with raw, unbridled desire that was producing the empty ache just above your thighs. “Gods, Grimmjow! Just… get on with it!” Your demand sounded a lot more like a desperate whine than you would have liked, and Grimmjow smirked, kneading your ass before giving it a couple of more smacks for good measure. “What’s that princess? You want somethin’ from me?” he chuckled. “I think maybe your forgetting who’s in charge here.” He pressed a hand against the back of your hips and ran it up your spine, forcing your back into a steeper arch before his fingers closed around the back of your neck, holding you in that position. You could only cut your eyes to the side to see his face as he leaned over you slightly. There it was, that edge of danger, the reminder that this wasn’t your average human man; this was an arrancar with the power to snap your neck with a flick of his wrist. But for some insane reason, that just made the whole thing hotter.

Grimmjow licked his lips, fighting the urge to have you right that minute. You always had a fire in your eyes that he liked with enough fight in you to make your current position of submission that much more attractive, but what was driving him completely mad was that there was absolutely no fear in your eyes. To the contrary, you were not only willing but from the way your legs tensed up and your hips twitched, his dominance had you well beyond turned on. He wasn’t sure when the notion of caring anything about a pathetic human even entered his thoughts, but he made up his mind in that moment that you were his, and as far as Grimmjow was concerned, that was that. Your input was not required. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched him from the corner of your eye, the smirk dropping off of his face, replaced by a smoldering look of possession that had your walls clenching around nothing. You whined, your hips shifting in a pathetic display of neediness that had you flushed from both embarrassment and arousal. His grip loosened, his thumb pressing little circles into the side of your neck in a gesture that was both commanding and oddly affectionate. You didn’t have time to contemplate this before Grimmjow roughly cupped your sex, the heel of his hand jammed against the sensitive flesh just above your entrance. He pulled his hand back slowly, pressing a finger between your dripping folds with a low growl and circling your twitching hole with a calloused finger tip once, twice, before it was gliding up to circle your clit in torturously slow circles. You whined again, pushing your hips back, well beyond giving a damn about how desperate it made you look.

Grimmjow’s intention had been to tease you until he made you beg, but the way you were already begging with your body had worn his patience to the breaking point, and his last thread of restraint snapped. “Ssshit!” Grimmjow hissed as he plunged two fingers into your sopping cunt up to the second knuckle, your supple walls gripping his digits tightly. “Oohhh! Fuck yes!” you moaned, the sense of relief you felt palpable as he wasted no time pumping his fingers in and out of you. “Hmmm. Like that, do ya kitten?” You could feel Grimmjow’s warm breath on your back. His grip on your neck tightened as he leaned in to lick a hot stripe up your spine before nipping at the back of your shoulder. “Bet I’ll have you cumming on my fingers in less than a minute,” he whispered before letting go of your neck and straightening back up. “Now be a good girl and stay just like that.” You had no complaints about Grimmjow’s directive, and even if you did they would’ve been lost in a loud, sighing moan as his hand skimmed your ribs on its way to grab your breast, squeezing it firmly and pinching the tight peak between his thumb and forefinger. He never stopped pistoning his fingers into your pussy, sloppy sucking sounds mixing with your moans and his low growls as you shamelessly bucked your hips back against his hand. Grimmjow twisted his wrist and curled his fingers, searching for the softer part of your walls, the spot that turned your moans to whimpers and mumbled swearing. He had no trouble finding it, and you buried your face into the blanket to muffle the noise as his calloused digits pressed into it unerringly. You practically had a knot of blanket shoved between your teeth by the time you felt his thumb glide up through your slick to give your clit some teasing flicks. He gave a last hard tweak to your nipple, then pulled his hand back to land another slap squarely in the middle of one ass cheek so that the blow crossed the line into real pain before the sensation dissolved into pleasure. Your head popped up, the need to be quiet forgotten as you practically squealed his name. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s what I like to hear from my woman,” Grimmjow responded with a dark, breathy chuckle before muttering a few curses of his own.

He massaged the sting out of your backside, the sensation a delicious juxtaposition to the way he was rolling your clit hard under his thumb every time he plunged his fingers back into you. Each jab against your sweet spot was blissful torture that made your legs tremble and fed the heat pooling low in your belly. You let your head drop back to the mattress with a low groan, but Grimmjow had other ideas, pulling your head right back up by a fistful of hair. “Shit! Grimmjow, I—“ Whatever you were going to say was choked off with a strangled cry, your back arching so steeply that you thought it might break as you were shoved off an orgasmic cliff. Grimmjow’s hand didn’t still, continuing to work your pussy as it fluttered around his digits, the wet squelching noises only getting wetter and louder the more your juices trickled out around his fingers. As you started coming down from your high, you tried to squirm away from his hand, only to be met with another stinging slap to your ass before he dug his fingers into the fleshy side of your hip. “Where ya think you’re goin’ woman? I ain’t done yet,” he growled, but he did pull his hand away, giving your over sensitized clit a small reprieve. Very small.

You turned your head at the loud slurping sound just in time to see Grimmjow finish licking his fingers clean with a lazy smirk. A little moan wandered up from your throat and across the room as you tried to push yourself up on one elbow until you were halted by his hand returning to the back of your neck. You immediately stilled, realizing by now that putting up a fight would probably just get you a new round of teasing that you weren’t quite up for yet. There was a feral light in Grimmjow’s eyes that made a shiver run the length of your spine as he stepped up behind you, fisting his cock. He dragged the flushed tip through your slick and used it to nudge your swollen clit flashing a toothy grin at your whimper. “You sure about this, princess?” He gave your clit a couple of taps with the head of his dick before lining himself up with your twitching hole, affecting utter confidence in your answer. Despite his teasing and self-assured attitude, his half-lidded eyes and fingers nervously flexing against your neck gave him away; he wanted this, badly, and a part of him was worried that you’d lose your nerve. “Oh, Gods! Grimmjow!” His name stretched out into a plaintive moan. “Just pu—“ “Good,” he said, letting go of your neck to grab you by both hips and burying himself in your tight channel to the hilt with one quick snap of his hips.

Your eyes went wide, and you inhaled sharply as Grimmjow speared you on his cock, the stinging stretch making your eyes water. Your pussy clamped down on him as if protesting the sudden invasion and welcoming it at the same time. Grimmjow was blessedly still for a moment, his iron grip on your hips holding you in place as he let his head tip back with a low groan. Grimmjow had to take a moment to collect himself. It’d been a hot minute since he’d bothered with getting laid, so he knew you’d feel good, but he hadn’t expected you to feel this good. Yeah. There was definitely no way he was going to let some dumb-fuck, human man-child that probably couldn’t make you cum twice —if that—have you after this. Ever. And what you had to say about it be damned.

He didn’t hesitate for long before he started to move, steadily snapping his hips to drive into you deep and hard. There was no warming you up or easing you into it; he was all business from the word go. And so were you, it seemed, because you were already up on your elbows, back arched like a stretching cat. It wasn’t long before your fingers were twisting the sheets in a white-knuckled grip, something to give you leverage as you pushed your hips back to meet his. Not to be out done, Grimmjow propped one foot up on the edge of the bed next to yours and reached up to grab the top of your shoulder to keep from pounding you to the other side of the mattress with the increasing force of his thrusts. You could feel another orgasm building, coiling tightly low in your belly like a snake about to strike. Every time his hips met your ass, you got that much closer, your moans almost non-stop.

Then, Grimmjow suddenly pulled out. Your head whipped around like it was on a swivel, words of shocked protest on the tip of your tongue as you glared daggers. “Over!” he barked. “Hey! Why… What?” “I said turn over, woman!” Grimmjow didn’t have the patience to wait for your brain to catch up, and you went from looking at him over your shoulder to looking straight up into his wild blue eyes without quite knowing how it happened. Just as quickly, your leg was thrown up over his shoulder and he was sinking back into your hungry cunt, drawing twin groans of pleasure from you both. His already messy blue hair was even more disheveled, and a sheen of sweat covered his rippling muscles, which you could now see in full. Little mewls and panting moans were driven from your lungs with every savage thrust, his fingers digging into your hip hard enough to bruise as he held you still. Meanwhile, his eyes were glued to your tits, watching them sway each time he drove home. “Fuck you’re tight, princess,” Grimmjow ground out, teeth bared with the same look of intense focus he wore in a fight. His hand moved from your hip to your throat, his strong fingers curling just below your chin, a silent reminder that you were at his mercy. He groaned audibly as he felt your breath hitch under his palm, spurring him on. Removing his hand from your neck just long enough to hook his arm under your other knee, his solid frame leaning into the backs of your thighs. The way your hips bucked and your back arched didn’t escape his notice, and he plunged into you relentlessly, hitting your sweet spot with each stroke. “How ya like it, Kitten?” he growled, thumb caressing the base of your throat as he picked up the pace. “I’mma ruin that tight little pussy ‘til ya can’t even think about another guy.” “Oh my god! Grimmjow!” You let your head fall back against the pillow, the sound of skin slapping skin, his abuse of your G-spot, and those possessive words combining to elicit a long, ragged moan. “Oh my fuck! It’s so...fuckin’ good! So. so. so. Fuckin’. gooood!” You were babbling now. You knew you were, and some part of your mind knew you’d be getting teased about it later, but you lacked the ability to do fuck all about it because every muscle in your body felt drawn so tight that you thought you might shatter. Clutching at Grimmjow’s shoulders, you tried frantically to ground yourself even as he turned you into an incoherent, writhing mess. He leaned down to nip at your jaw practically folding you in two, and something in you snapped. All higher order thinking came to a shrieking halt, and you raked eight red scratches from his shoulders to waist provoking a deep, resonating growl.

Grimmjow’s back arched under your hands as you clawed him again, driving his hips forward until the head of his cock was kissing your cervix. This was a new experience that had your toes curling and pussy clenching until you could feel every hard inch of him dragging your walls with primal clarity. Grimmjow grunted when you tightened around him as all control threatened to escape his grasp.

“Yeah… That’s it princess,” he panted, planting his hands to either side of you and forcing your knees closer to your ears. “Ain’t stoppin’ ‘til ya cum all over my cock. Even if ya pass out.” he rasped. His words were punctuated by a series of brutal thrusts that made the bed frame groan just as loudly as you did.

Grimmjow’s words penetrated your cock-drunk daze, and your eyes rolled back, lids drifting shut as he went from railing you into the mattress to rutting into you with long, deep strokes. Your own hips flexed on instinct, rising to meet his as he ground down against your tender clit with each forceful roll of his hips. He pressed his thumb into the soft underside of your jaw, tilting your head to the side to expose the full arch of your throat, then shoved his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before sinking his teeth into your shoulder there with a feral snarl.

Your eyes flew open with a strangled yelp that quickly turned into desperate whine as his tongue laved the purpling mark before he moved on to crashing his lips into yours in a possessive kiss. You could taste the faint metallic tang of blood as his tongue swept into your mouth, and the thought that Grimmjow had just done some sort of crazy ‘marking and claiming’ thing like you read about in your favorite smut novels was more than enough. You sunk your fingers into the back of his hair, tugging hard as every muscle in your body locked in place for a moment, clamping down on Grimmjow’s cock like a vice before the tension dissolved into boneless limbs and rhythmically pulsating walls.

Grimmjow swallowed your gasps and whines, grinding his hips against yours until you yanked his head back as you came with a stuttering moan. “FUCK!” he grunted as your cunt squeezed and rippled around him. A few more sloppy thrusts, then he slammed into you, his weight pinning you to the bed as he filled you with rope after rope of hot cum. You laid under him, arms limp on the bed and trembling legs flanking Grimmjow’s body as you struggled to catch your breath. After a few moments, you stretched experimentally, hissing at the ache in your hips and back. Grimmjow propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at you, his gaze drawn to the ring of purple on your shoulder. “Heh. Sorry ‘bout that, princess.” The shit-eating grin on his face told you he wasn’t a bit sorry, and he might even be planning to do it again. The look you were giving Grimmjow said you’d let him. Grimmjow carefully rolled onto his side, surprising you by pulling your back against his chest, tucking his knees behind yours and dropping a possessive arm across your waist. “Grimmjow?” You looked back at him over your shoulder, not quite sure what you were even trying to ask. “Rest up, princess. It’s a long time ‘til daybreak, and I still haven’t gotten to eat my cookie yet.”

JUNE 26: Story Retelling

Retell a scene, episode, moment, manga panel or chapter in your own words!

Bring in those emotions and write how it unfolded in your brain! There is no right or wrong way here. We all look at the same thing from different perspectives. I would love to see your perspective!

Interpretations are mirrors, not just windows.

Here are some ideas to get you started!

You can look back at your favourite moments in the anime or manga. How about the moment you fell in love with your character? Or when they were seriously injured? Your favourite fight? Or character development moment? A moment that elicited certain emotions? How about the moment when you began to ship two characters!?

You can do what I am doing: go on Random Generator and pick a number from 1 to 686 and have it generate a random chapter for you to retell.

You can make it as long or as short as you want. Hey, It can even be just one sentence!

More importantly, have fun! This is a great creative writing exercise, I wish I did more!

I saw from your post back in october that you might do requests.. for reigen arataka... teehee

What if the loser man got drunk while hanging out with reader , and as reader's holding reigen's hair back when throwing up, he confesses to them drunk.. 👁👁💧💧💧💧

untimely confessions;

reigen arataka x reader

plot: after a night on the town and an unfortunate morning of you nursing the guy, reigen confesses something special — themes: fluff, romance, confession, reigen being reigen — cw: alcohol, sickness — w.c: 1.4k • masterlist

a/n: ahah, you bet i can! this insert can be read as gender neutral so feel free to insert as you’d like 🫶

Out of all of the things you thought you would do in life—going on a date with Reigen Arataka was never one of them.

You bumped into him by chance initially, recognising him as your once good friend that you had long drifted apart from and somehow, by the end of the discussion, you found yourself not only exchanging details and texting him just like old times, but also agreeing to go out for a drink with him.

And so, there you were by the end of the evening, hunched over a bar stool, watching on with fascination as the guy really tried to haggle the fixed bar price for drinks, completely unashamed of what he was attempting to do.

After a while, Reigen then swooped back in to your side, leaning shoulder to shoulder with you as he proudly presented a bottle of partially open sake, and what appeared to be two egg cups instead of glasses.

You couldn’t help but warily sigh as a result, wondering just what strange trouble you were getting yourself into. Though, if you had to be truly honest, you did suppose that he was entertaining and after a while, you found yourself listening to one of his many overly exaggerated stories, where he claimed to be something close to a god.

(Despite you knowing fully well, that he was in fact, a conman.)

“I’m telling you,” he continued, trying to cosy up to you at the same time, “I’m that kid’s hero,” he emphasised, trying to prove a point, “I saved him and now I’m paying him back with my masterful expertise and techniques—”

“Such as your ‘salt technique’?” you couldn’t help but point out, reluctantly taking a sip from the egg cup.

Reigen faltered slightly, but kept on going, unable to let his pride suffer, “It’s an ancient special technique, ghosts hate salt, probably.”

Your eyes widened as did your smile. “Oh sure, let’s go with that. Ghosts famously hate salt –that’s right.”

Reigen seemed to ignore your sarcasm, pushing past it, or perhaps was oblivious to it altogether. Instead, he knocked back yet another drink all the while you were still sipping on your second. You didn’t quite trust the state of this bar—Reigen was fine, he was seedy, but only as a conman—it was just the fact this bar was empty on a Friday night that was offputting.

(Or maybe, it was somehow impressive?)

Noticing your thoughtful expression, however, Reigen swept in with the moves, something he called one of his special techniques, coining the ability as ‘masterful flirtation’. “You know,” he murmured, dropping his voice to a low, slurring drone, “I don’t just bring anyone here,” he revealed, swinging his arm around your shoulders. “No, no… this place is special. You can feel it too, right? Psychic to psychic. It has a sort of… unique energy, perhaps attuned to fulfill your wildest dreams come true.”

You blinked, plucking his arm off of you.

“Reigen, please,” you sighed, shaking your head, “the only thing that this place is attuned to is food poisoning.”

He nervously laughed in response, trying to shake off his failed attempt at winning your heart, quickly retreating to renew his cup of sake, hastily forcing it down with one big gulp.

Soon though, he grew almost comically drunk, with his cheeks all rosy and his posture swaying back and forth. He could barely hold his ground, all the while, you were completely fine. You sighed as you physically had to wrangle him out of ordering more, dragging him out of the bar and into the cool air that met you both from the second you slipped outside.

“You smell so nice,” he slurred as he leaned his into you, trying to find his balance, while you instead tried to drag him back home, “so, so nice…”

“Uhuh, follow the scent home, I suppose,” you muttered under your breath, “what way do you live exactly?”

Reigen pointed in a whole slew of directions, eventually leading you back towards his consultation office. You blinked, turning to face him while he hadn’t a clue what was going on. “Do you live in your office or are you just confused?”

“It saves money, alright?” he whined slightly, though quickly schooled his reaction to mean something prideful instead, “I’m good with frugality, you see.”

“More like good at giving yourself the worst hangovers,” you shook your head, your voice laced with a hint of sympathy, “did you really have to drink that much, Reigen?”

He rolled his eyes back at you, dismissing your concerns with the wave of his hand. “It’s fine. I’ve done this before. I’ve got a gut made of steel, I totally can handle—” he burped, swallowing something rather unpleasant down, “...hold that thought.”

Your eyes widened in the realisation of what was yet to come. “Oh, god.”

Quickly, Reigen dipped a hand into the pocket of his slacks, planting the key right into your hand. In a flash, you opened up the door, tugging him upstairs and letting go of him briefly as he stumbled towards the bathroom. You reluctantly followed him, figuring that you might as well see him through this unfortunate experience, feeling a little bad about what could potentially happen should you leave him alone.

“This sucks,” Reigen moaned all the while, flinging his forward once again, “but you don’t,” he added in between breaths, focusing on you between the bouts of nausea, “you’re so good to me, even when I get so embarrassing,” he sighed, feeling the shame settle in. “Why’d you even come out with me tonight?”

“I’m starting to ask myself that…” you trailed off before shaking your head, choosing to play the role of who he needed you to be right now, a good, helpful friend, he’s done that for you in the past too, “but no, really, I just wanted to catch up. We go way back, right?”

His lips melted into a lazy smile, his eyes glazed and red as he focused on you for a moment more than he had meant to. “Yeah, I suppose we do… besides, I… I had a really good time with you, I’ve got to say,” he admitted, “I missed hanging out like this,” he paused, “well, not like this… but you know, just out, together.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame you still can’t hold your liquor though, maybe we should figure out something else to do the next time I’m in town,” you suggested.

“The next time?” Reigen paused, seeming surprised. “You mean… you’re still willing to hang out with me?”

You rolled your eyes in response. “Of course, I know what you’re really like. One night of you being drunk out of your mind is nothing I can’t handle. Maybe we should go bowling? Or try an escape room? I feel like those types of things could be fun.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he nodded in agreement, regretting the decision to do so as yet more alcohol left his body, “but… maybe when I’m not dying. I feel like this is really it actually… this is how I’ll go.”

You nudged his shoulder playfully. “You’re fine. You’re not dying. I’ll make sure of it. Stay right here and I’ll pop over to a convenience store, alright? I’ll get you something that you can actually keep down and not suffer of dehydration too much the next day.”

Reigen nodded, waiting for your return. He continued to be sick all the while, gripping onto the porcelain throne for his dear life. By the time you had come back though—he seemed in an even worse shape than before, his eyes wide, almost manic—locked onto you like you were some sort of divine saviour.

Just as you were about to tell him to take a few slow sips of the drink though, he spoke up first before you ever had the chance.

“I love you.”

You froze as soon as you heard it. “You what?”

He lifted his chin slightly, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours with an affectionate stare. It was so strange, but he seemed to be genuine as if this was a truth that he had known deep in his gut for the longest time.

“I mean it,” he continued, “I love you.”

You stared at him for a long time, trying to gauge whether or not it was a joke, but again, he very much meant it—it was obvious, even.

“You’re drunk,” you dismissed initially, handing him the bottle.

“So? I don’t have to be sober to understand my feelings,” he argued, “you didn’t have to do all of this either, but you did because you’re amazing, and I… was always too much of a coward to say it, but… I love you.”

You remained silent beyond that point, a million thoughts running through your head at once.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated, leaning forward, before realising that he was covered in sick and then leaning back slightly as a result, giving you some space.

“Aw man,” you lightheartedly sighed, “why’s this working?”

It was honestly ridiculous when you really thought about it, but there was something oddly endearing about everything that had unfolded that night. With anyone else, you would have run for the hills if they put you through what they did tonight, but the fact that you felt comfortable enough with Reigen to keep going, obviously said a lot about how you felt, too. As much as you hated to admit it, you wouldn’t do this for just anyone.

He laughed at your unsure response, seemingly on the verge of tears. Oh, what a pathetic man. You were absolutely so sure that you did in return, but you couldn’t admit such a thing to him while he was covered in sick.

No, he had to be cleaned up, looking at least 40% presentable to society.

Besides, you were looking forward to seeing him become impossibly flustered, maybe even panicked at the prospect of his drunken confession catching up to him when he was sober.

Oh, you couldn’t wait for that, in fact.

Just thinking about what he’d say then.

࿐ ࿔* :･ﾟFinding Comfort ࿐ ࿔* :･ﾟ

Shinji Hirako x reader

CW: mentions of feeling ignored and excluded, hurt/comfort, established relationship, gender-neutral reader

WC: 840

Notes: So, when I said I wasn't going to post anything this month I guess that was a lie 🙃. I wrote this the other night to get a weight off my chest and figured I'd post it here in the hopes that anyone who needs it can find comfort from this as well! 😌💕

When Shinji saw your shoes discarded in the entryway he didn’t think anything was out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until he noticed all the lights turned off in your shared home, that alarm bells started ringing in his head. It was unlike you to be home with the lights turned off. At the very least, you’d usually have a lamp turned on to provide some form of dim lightning. For there to be no light at all was slightly concerning.

Shinji called out your name in a questioning tone but frowned when the only response he got was silence. Worried that you might be feeling unwell or that something happened to you, Shinji quickly moved through the home and to your bedroom. Along the way, he tried to dispel the anxiety building in his gut, telling himself that maybe you were just taking a nap and hadn’t heard him.

As he neared the bedroom, though, Shinji heard muffled sniffles through the door which had him immediately swinging it open. He found you sitting in the dark, curled up on the bed, dried tears marring your beautiful face. The sight alone had his heart clenching, the thought that you were hurting all by yourself unnerving him. 

“Sweetheart?” He urgently placed a hand on your form as he sat next to you on the bed. “What’s the matter? Are ya hurt anywhere?”

“I’m fine,” you sniffled, “it’s nothing.” You curled in on yourself more, trying to hide away from him. You knew the second you looked at the concern on his face, you wouldn’t be able to hold on anymore and the floodgates would open.

“It’s clearly not nothin’,” Shinji muttered quietly as he watched you cave smaller and smaller around yourself. His heartstrings tugged even more, wanting to comfort you and protect you from everything in the world that could ever make you feel distressed.

“Hey, look at me, doll.” He gently cupped your face so that you were looking at him. Just like you predicted, the deeply etched look of concern on his face had fresh tears springing to your eyes but you still tried your damndest to hold them back. You were so, so exhausted from crying.

“Talk to me. Do I gotta go pull rank on someone?” He joked, trying to pull you back from the faraway look forming on your face as you became lost in your thoughts.

You huffed out a small, warbled laugh. That had him smiling, relieved that he could bring a laugh out of you even if just for a moment. 

“No, it’s fine... I'm ok.”

He gave you a pointed and skeptical look, expression silently saying ‘Really?’ And so you sighed, deciding to just tell him what happened so that you could move past it.

“I just kind of felt left out today when I was hanging out with some friends.” You paused as you recalled what happened earlier in the day, what was said. Your chest tightened at the memory, a few more teardrops rolling down your cheeks. “They were making plans without me and talking as if I wasn’t even there…”

“I’m sorry darlin’. That's really shitty.” Shinji frowned, thumbs wiping away the tears. A fiery anger erupted in his chest at the thought of what you went through and he wanted nothing more than to confront those jerks and tell them to go shove it. He takes a deep breath, though, stemming his anger. First, he had to comfort his dear babydoll.

Shinji placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. “Some ‘friends’ they are. Ya know, those idiots don’t know what they're missin’ out on.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend,” you whisper dejectedly, the negative thoughts in your mind clouding over his consoling words.

He gave you an offended look. “No, I’m sayin’ it ‘cuz it’s true!”

You still didn’t look all that convinced, so he continued. “Yer an amazin’ person! Kind, funny, smart, full of life and light. What’s there not to like about ya? And not to mention, yer great in bed too. Though, that last one no one else should know about. That’s only fer me to know.” He grinned, and you couldn’t help but smile at his silly expression.

“Seriously, If they don’t wanna take the time to get to know ya better, then it’s their loss! I say yer better off without ‘em. And besides,” he continued, patting your head, “you’ve got other people who care about ya and wanna be with ya. Me included, obviously.”

Shinji pulled you to his chest, enveloping you in a warm and soothing hug. Though the sting from the earlier encounter was still there slightly, you felt a sense of reassurance and relief wash over you from the solace he provided as he held you tight.

“Thank you.” You pressed into him, appreciating his warmth and comfort. He kissed the side of your head in acknowledgment, squeezing tighter.

“You sure ya don’t want me to go pull rank on ‘em?”

You chuckled, “I’m sure.”

It's true, he does always say that about the cute girls (speaking from experience)

absolute beautyyyy

SHINJI HIRAKO