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started playing dbd again and IM SO EXCITED they added my mans to the 2v8 thank u lorddddd 😭😭😭

Danny Johnson they could never make me hate you

me watching anime with my coworker on our lunch breaks pretending that i am completely normal about it

u ever watching with someone who doesn’t know u thirst for anime characters so u have to sit there and play it cool

Hey, can you write about Aizen being a girl dad and doting on her. Y/n and Aizen being parents and enjoying that parenthood together. The daughter looking like y/n but having similar wits as him.

Ohhh it's been a long time since I wrote Papa Aizen! Thank you for your request!

CW: this is SFW! Also human Aizen because I've been in a mood for him lately!

At his core, Aizen was a man of science and logic. He knew how genetics worked, he understood it at the cellular and molecular level.

Yet it amazed him every time he looked at his daughter, how she was a spitting image of you. The way her eyes lit up when he picked her up from daycare to the way she smiled or even cried – it was, much to Aizen's dismay, uncanny.

Yet even with your looks, your slight mannerisms (she was her own person after all – that much Aizen and you instilled into her), she was a clever little girl. It amused him and unnerved you.

Children are like sponges – he wonders what else she'll learn from him.

Today though, was just a simple grocery store run. You had asked Aizen to pick up a few things for dinner and your daughter politely asked if she could come along. Manners were important to him, and it is again, of no surprise, she learned them as well.

"Oh Aizen-san, your daughter is so well-behaved!"

"I never met such a polite child!"

He would smile and nod, thanking them for the compliments, but he always wondered about her - was she like him? Perceiving the world around them a bit differently from the rest? He noticed she would be a bit more protective of you, almost like he was.

Strangers would joke and tease how she was a “mini” version of you, but close friends and family knew she was more like her dear father.

Nonetheless, a grocery run with his daughter would provide some interesting insights. She was still small enough to sit in the cart, but he asked her (politely of course) if she wanted to sit. She nodded her head, and she became queen of the cart.

“Do you remember what mommy asked for?” Aizen quizzed her. The way she bit her lip and thought about it was so eerily like you.

“Green onions!”

“Excellent, what else?”

“Hmm… toys?”

Aizen chuckled, "no, I don't think that's what mommy asked for."

She pouted, but without missing a beat, "but mommy loves playing with me."

Interesting, Aizen thought, how she was using a fact about you to cover her own interests. An amused look crossed his face. "If I remember what mommy said, she asked for mirin."

His daughter opened her mouth to say something, but nodded along, clapping her hands. As he pushed the cart down the aisles, he would stop to look at different items. Without fail, he would see, in the corner of his eye, his daughter picking up an item with great interest, and trying carefully to place it into the cart without him knowing.

And now they were in the bakery, looking at the selection of cakes, pastries and other baked goods on display.

"Daddy, up please!" She pleaded, stretching her arms overhead. And who was Aizen to say no? He carefully picked her up out of the cart and steadied her. Her eyes lit up at the assortment of goods that laid in front of her.

Aizen walked slightly away, near the fresh breads and feigned interest in the variety of loaves. He watched his daughter pick up a pre-sliced cake piece and again, place it carefully in the cart.

Once she was successful, she quickly turned around and spotted him immediately. Rushing towards him, she clung to Aizen's leg. Without even a thought, he picked her up, "did you see anything interesting?" He asked her.

She shook her head, placing it on his shoulder. He could see she was getting tired.

"Then lets go home then, mommy must be waiting for us."

Aizen placed her back in the cart, but also began removing some of the items she had placed before. He could see her slowly blink, struggling to stay awake. He gently patted her head as she began to doze.

But he kept one item in the cart - the slice of cake. It happened to be your favourite. He wondered if it was because of you, or if she had also begun to enjoy the taste as well. Curiosity filled his mind as to what was going through his daughter's mind when she was picking up each item.

But Aizen knew better than to wake a sleeping toddler. Although his daughter was well-mannered, she was still a child, and he knew better than to start a tantrum.

But she groggily woke up as soon as they reached home.

"Welcome home!" You beamed, as you picked your daughter from Aizen. "And did you get everything I asked for?" You asked her.

She nodded her head vigorously, "we did! I also got you a bunch of stuff, mommy!"

"You did? Why don't you show me?"

Aizen couldn't help but smile at the sight of his daughter leading you to the kitchen as he carried the groceries. The three of you began to unpack, but your daughter was beginning to huff.

"Daddy," she whined, "where's all the stuff?"

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about." Aizen lied, wondering what she would do.

She blinked at him - as if your eyes were staring directly at him. He felt a smidge of guilt but held on to his curiosity.

"I got mommy pretty things." She said, her voice cracking, eyes watering instantly.

You looked at the two of them confused, "oh, you don't have to get me anything!" You cooed at her, picking her up. You nuzzled her cheek to comfort her, as she clung on to you tight.

"Did you mean this?" Aizen asked his daughter, holding the cake slice.

She shot up in your arms, "yes! Mommy's favourite!" She giggled.

"You got this for me?" You asked her, "you're too sweet." You smiled, kissing her on her forehead. “Let’s have it together after dinner.”

Aizen had a slight smirk on his face as he continued to observe his daughter. She seemed pleased with your suggestion.

Dinner came with a show, as you watched with amusement as your daughter tried to shove her food on to Aizen’s plate.

“That’s not very nice dear, food is for eating, not playing with.” You chided her. She pouted as she looked at her mess.

“She’s trying to get me full.” Aizen chuckled. “More cake for the two of you.” He smiled, catching on to what she was doing.

Your daughter’s mouth hung open; eyes wide as she got caught, “nuh uh! Daddy you don’t like cake.”

“I do like cake.” Aizen replied calmly, a smile on his face as he wondered where his daughter would go with this. “I especially like the cake mommy makes.”

“Me too! Mommy makes the best cakes.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “you two flatter me so much, how about we make a cake on the weekend?”

Your daughter nodded her head enthusiastically, clapping.

Once dinner was put away and your daughter cleaned up, you brought out the small slice of cake. You cut a piece for your daughter, feeding it to her, but she only took two bites. Aizen himself, didn’t want much of it. You were also full, leaving the remainder for tomorrow. Although your daughter was full, she was excited, “mommy, when is the weekend?”

“A few more days.” You gently patted her head.

“Can it come sooner? I wanna bake a cake with you and daddy now.” She whined.

It was then Aizen realized, the slice of cake wasn’t what she wanted, but to have the three of you make a cake together. He looked at his daughter, who stared back to him, a small smile on her face.

How amusing, Aizen thought, thinking of what other traps and ideas she would have in store for the two of you.

Thanks for your request! I had an idea based off something that happened between my little sister and dad when she was a toddler, but it was hard to write (and I can't see Aizen at WalMart HAHAHA).

original

For @tomitsulikeslemons~

I did my best, but figure drawing has never been one of my strengths. I couldn’t help but emo-fy him, and then the pen slipped as I was finishing shadowing his face. It’s fine. This is fine.

"Smartasses get killed. We always see to that." - The Legion

i got extremely drunk last night and the horny demon possessed me i'm so sorry 😭

Shinji Hirako and Hiyori Sarugaki - Rebirth of Souls

4 O’ Clock: Hot ‘n Cold (Grimmjow x Reader) 18+ NSFW

AN: So, something was calling me to write a grimmjow fic and yk what? If grimmy wants to get down in the middle of a cold winter morning, why tf not! 👊 I’m down. I wanna hear him mumble, whisper and groan in my ears lol. Wouldn’t you? Ok bye. 😭 Ps. Sorry for the long ass fucking wait - I’m a little rusty ahhh.

Synopsis: it’s a cold Winter morning and Grimmjow just feels like snuggling with you in between your legs bed.

*Pics are from Pinterest!

WARNING: GRAMMAR, pacing, mellowed out tybw grimmy, smut, dominant panther, quiet lazy sex but leads to a bit rough sex because it’s grimmjow, nipple play, foreplay, spooning cuddles, fondling your biscuits, kissing, cowgirl-humping, wet…squirting, more squirting, multiple orgasms, penetration, doggy style. And more! 🤓

Take your time reading due to pacing and dive into the story! 💙

4 AM

The howling winds of winter cried out around the house. It sounded like werewolves singing in melody as the snow fell down like rain drops. The inside of the house was barely bright,the beauty of the white snow piercing the long curtains all around the house — in the hallways and rooms. The aging radiator was still fighting to keep the house warm. It whistled, it blew off steam while the cold eerie winds blew over the sky.

It helped you sleep better at night.

…Crrreak…

…crrreak…crrreak…

The wooden floors groaned quietly as someone walked across it in the upstairs hallway. The tall silhouette had just teleported into the hallway and walked steadily toward your shared bedroom. He was met with your presence, sleeping soundly in the bed with a thick blanket nestling your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes observed your form that was so delicate, seeking warmth in the already warm room.

It’s too fucking hot in here. He thought to himself. But he did leave you alone for a while he took a stroll around the neighborhood - during a blizzard. You never knew where he went or when he’d come back home from his random walks. You never liked being alone in your bed. His blue eyes glowered in your direction when you pulled the blanket over your head as the sound from the old heater started clicking in his ears, ultimately making him tread towards you.

He took off his t-shirt and threw it across the room as he walked to his side of the bed. Slowly, he lifted the covers and his body gently dipped into the bed and carefully wriggled over to your side as the sheets shuffled under his feet. His chest pressed against your back and his legs hooked behind your own, he had you secured with ease. You shifted a bit to the newfound feeling and outstretched your neck. He quickly dipped his face into the small space, warming his nose and breathing in your flowery scent. A low groan came from his throat, piquing your ears as he rubbed his face against your flushed skin. But you remained asleep.

A few minutes passed by and the two of you wallowed in each other’s warmth. His arm was bent under your breasts, cupping your them underneath the satiny material. A soft, quiet huff brushed your skin, stirring you from your sleep. “Mm.” You started gathering yourself; the blue panther felt like a furnace next to your body.

Too hot…

“Mm.” You hummed again, shifting in his embrace and pulled the covers off your shoulder.

A high pitched whine from the old radiator was whistling in the air. You reveled in the way his chest risen and fell against your back, making you blush in his grip. Your fingers slithered down to his forearm that was securing your breasts from underneath, and you brushed the smooth skin lazily. His brows furrowed to the feathery sensations of your fingertips grazing against his skin. His arm flexed a bit, squeezing the two flesh more, telling you that he’s enjoying it.

He pulled away from your neck and started planting soft kisses on your shoulder slowly. It was warm, followed by a wet sensation. The languid pace stirred your senses. Soon after, he shifted behind you, leaning closer to you to kiss your neck. His nose rubbed your soft skin as he marked you with soft wet kisses. “Mm.” Your pulse was fluttering when he kissed your favorite spot. The soft wet pops of his lips rang in your ear as he did, making you press the side of your face to the pillow while your cheeks were getting warmer. Your lips were tucking in as his warm weight was slowly pressing your body into the bed while he focused on his task. Marking you as his, like always. You always surrender to his cuddles — even at random times.

You didn’t even realize that you were leaning back into his chest and how outstretched your neck was until his bangs were brushing underneath your chin. He way too into your neck. “Unh…” you sighed softly, heeding his soft lips pressing against your fluttering neck. “Mn.” You bit your bottom lip. You soft gasps made him apply some more of his weight on your back. “Ha..!” You gasped, pressing your ass against his groin when your pulse suddenly palpitates swiftly, violently sending you goosebumps.

A smirk crept from his lips when you shivered after the fact. He pulled back and untucked his arm underneath your breasts. You already knew your neck was purple from his ministrations. Suddenly, you felt his fingers pull the top of your dress down, slowly revealing your round plush tit hidden beneath the satiny material. A subtle groan came from his throat as he eyed the soft flesh. Your eyes remained closed while he gently hooked the top underneath it, securing it in place.

Suddenly, your senses sparked immediately when his firm hand cupped the soft fat gently. It was hot and brawny against your skin, making your blush hard while he fondled it tenderly. A low hum sounded from your lips from the burning sensation that it made him smirk.

Look at you…, he thought.

He squeezed it gently as if it was a stress ball.

He watched you twitching as he squeezes the round breast delicately. “M-mm.” You twitched again when he switched to stroking the flesh with his fingertips in circles. “A-ah~” he stared down at your quivering form as he did before focusing his finger on the pebbled flesh — your nipple. Your soft whimpers filled the air as the winter breeze howled out from the sky. “Grim~” you whispered, relishing the calloused pad circling the plump nipple lightly. It sent shocks all over your body, pushing your back against his chest as you basked in his lazy strokes. Your fingers slid up to the back of his hand as he did and you shivered in his warm embrace. Slowly, softly and gently…making you squeeze your legs together under the blanket. “M-mm..!” You managed to look down at his finger while you couldn’t stop twitching. It’s true that you have very sensitive nipples. One touch of his fingers and your senses are stirred. Your hazy eyes watched as he stroked it in lazy circles.

The violent howling winter winds mixed with your gratifying sighs filled his ears. it was hard as a rock against his finger. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the erect flesh. “Oh~” he sucked it with a wet pop before pulling back and spreading its wetness around his fingertip. He leaned over again and started flicking it with his crafty tongue, earning a quivering sigh from you as his bangs brushes your skin.

He expertly lifted his head up and kissed your lips before muttering, “come here.”

Without hesitation, the sheets shifted below your feet as you turned to face him and he laid down on his back. The bed groaned as he helped you shift your body on-top of his, straddling him under the duvet. His legs spread out a bit to feel your warmth above his cock. You felt his bulge poking through his boxers. Your fingers lifted the straps off your shoulders and your gown puddled your hips. His sharp eyes glowered as he stared at your big nipples. Always hard and suck-able. They felt cold in the air since the heater had been off for a few minutes. His fingers slithered up to your back, encouraging you to lean forward. “Mm.” You rubbed them across his chest slowly, making your pussy flutter. “Hmph.” He huffed as he watched your task, getting goosebumps every time your nipples brushed his own. “Mm.” You hummed softly as your soft lips wrapped around his and kissed him.

Slow and soft kisses echoed in the air in the dim winter morning. The skies were getting a bit brighter, piercing through the curtains as the two of you wallowed in each other’s warmth. His head was gently pressed in the pillow as he matched your languid pace. The bustling winds whistled through the sky - ringing yours and his ears while both lips smacked against each other softly. He hooked his fingers to the back of your thighs and pulled them up more to relish your sweet warmth. “M-mm.” You shivered when his calloused hands began stroking the back of your legs, steadily. “U-unh~” you shivered again, your pussy fluttering and your toes spreading out from the prickly sensations. Your trembling lips enveloped his again as he did, your pussy sadly clenching on nothing before he kneaded them.

His warm exhales flared through his nose, brushing your face while you kissed him softly. “Mm…!” You quivered, furrowing your brows as you focused on his soft fingers treading up to your soft round ass cheeks dangerously slow. “Mmm~” his fingers strokes the curves of your ass as he enveloped your trembling lips effortlessly. “Ha…ha…” you broke the kiss, gasping softly from tender touches. You threw your head back, shivering every time he teased you by prods your wet entrance almost playfully before switching to grabbing both cheeks just to stir you up more. “A-ah~” his fingertips brushed your folds, quickly switching between grabbing your ass gently and stroking your pussy teasingly - back to back.

So wet…he thought, feeling your oozing warmth cover his fingers every time he lightly thrummed your flesh.

Just one more swipe and you knew you were going to cum…

However…

His warm calloused hands slid up to your waist and pulled you down to his hips. “Ugh…” you shivered when you felt you his girth get sandwiched between your plump pussy. the sheets shifted around you as you were getting comfortable in this position. His firm grip resting on your hips as you seated yourself more properly on it, resulting in making your clit throb against the hidden warm source. “Good girl.” He muttered and slid his feet up, grounding himself to feel more of your sweet warmth. “M-mrrm~” you purred when he began rolling his hips up to your heat slowly. “Unh~” you sighed softly, gently bucking your ass down to his girth in the same rhythm. “Mmmm~”A low throaty moan from him made your pulsate. “Such a warm pussy, baby.” He whispered gravelly while he thrusted lazily. Your cheeks started to feel hotter as his praises came out like growls, sending you butterflies in your stomach. “Unh~” you breathed out, humping it steadily each time he rolled his hips up. “That’s it..”His crafty fingers slid up your waist to cup your soft tits. He looked down at his task, the murky room helping him see your puffy pussy lodging his cock.

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5 AM

“Ahhh…” he sighed, followed by a low hiss.

*smack* he slapped your ass gently.

“Uuugh…” he pushed his head back into the pillow as his body bounced from the bed steadily.

The cold winter winds whistled all around the house while The bed springs squeaked steadily from his meek thrusts - poking your needy pussy. “Fffuck…” he whispered venomously, eyeing your pussy as he listened the filthy squelching sounds coming from in between your legs. “Mmm…” The sounds of his satisfying hums mixed with the steady squeaky surface filled your ears.

*Creak*

*Creak*

*Creak*

“Ah~” Your plump tits were bouncing in his peripheral. “Unh~” you sighed softly, pulsating as his warm, hidden cock rutted up to your wet pussy.

“Mm~.” You arched your back deeply from a particular thrust and leaned down slowly to kiss him. Your lips smacked against his lovingly, ringing in the dim lit room as he humped you gently. “M-mm~.” The smooches were so clear as he anchored you in his calloused hands, warm and firm while your body was jiggling to his gentle thrusts. Eventually, you leaned back. Your cheeks were starting to feel hot as you listened to your sloppy arousal slapping on his underwear, making you feel more putty in your legs. “Mm~” your trembling lips pulled in, pulsating from the feathery sensations. You couldn’t see it but grimmjow stared hard at the thick strings of your arousal slobbering the fabric, soaking his aching cock every time you met his thrusts. It felt so lewd when you smothered your throbbing pussy on your own mess.

The two of you were on cloud nine.

“U-uh~” your eyes didn’t miss it when his hand shift in between your legs and quickly pull his cock out. He wrapped his fingers around the thick length and rested it against your warm puffy pussy. “Rub on it.” He muttered half sternly, feeling how warm your flesh felt against the aching head.

Slowly, you began to circling your hips, spreading your plush petals out as the tip seamlessly founded its way in between your puffy folds. “Unh~” your hips twirled around the tip lightly, smothering it with your glistening prurience. “That’s it…” He whispered and sighed, looking up at you as his hands slid back up to your waist. “Ahh…” his eyes rolled back several times as you did. He looked half drunk. “Yeah…” his chest heaved from your sweet warmth. “Ugh..” A warm knot was beginning to form in his stomach. “A-ah…” you shivered at another gratifying moan, circling your pussy around the head as his fingers gripped your hips deeply. “So fucking warm.” He gritted his teeth, revealing his sharp canines. “Mm~” he emphasized when he started rolling his hips up languidly. “Unh~”. A soft sigh left your trembling lips as the tip bumped your pulsating clit. It felt so warm and wet against your slit. Ultimately making you clench on nothing, painfully.

His whispers of sweet nothings filled the air as the cold winter winds around the neighborhood.

“So…” he glared at you, he grounded his hips for more of that sweet sweet friction. Your dainty fingers suddenly gripped the sheet on either side of his head as you humped it greedily, making your pussy clench excitedly. “yeah…like that…rub it on my cock.” his mouth widened slightly, pressing his digits into your skin as it had gotten too good. “Ugh…ssss.”He pushed his feet in and breathed out heavily, feeling you slobber the tip thickly as his body bounced slightly on the bed. “Yeah…YEAH! ” he growled half loudly, grounding his hips in the bed from the perfect amount of frictions. The glazing tip felt like a sloppy lollipop. “Mmm~” He licked his lips and rubbed the tip against your entrance greedily, earning a whimper from you. “You want this, baby?” He whispered hotly, grinning heinously. You nodded shyly and listened to his drawled sigh as you slowly sunk on his thick length. “Hehe…” he watched his cock disappear. “ So warm all around me, baby.” His abs pushed in deeply from how tight you feel. Soon after, his sharp blue eyes flickered up to yours violently and he started slamming his hips up feverishly. “U-ugh!” You cried out messily, gripping the sheets for balance.

The rough skins slapping rang rapidly in the air as the bed creaked beneath him. “Unh! U-ugh!” You gasped, trying hard not to be loud at his pace as you held on for dear life. Your low choked up cries and messy breathing encouraged him to go faster. “G-grim..!” His fingers were deep in your skin. You were a complete jiggling mess. “M-mm-mm!” You moaned messily as the mattress squeaked incessantly. He shoved his cock in just the way you like it. Greedy. You felt so warm in between your legs; you didn’t realize you were leaking so much of your arousal onto him as he rutted into your sobbing cunt - Drizzling down his sack.

He felt so so good.

The wet sloppy become sounds clear. “Ugh..!” He groaned shakily, relishing the perfect frictions as his thighs slapped against the back of yours - wet and hard.

“Ssss...ahhhhh…” he sighed hotly in the murky room, heeding your sloppy pussy as he thrusted roughly. “Ah-ahhh~” you sighed shakily, your pussy feeling stretched and filled so well rapidly.

“That’s it …take it.” He panted in a whisper as he anchored you by your hips.

Yours and his silhouettes blended in the early morning darkness; the early signs of morning peaking through the curtains. If he goes on like this for another two minutes, you were going to cum. A messy one.

Suddenly, he stopped. Your glassy eyes looked at him, slightly pouting. You whined lowly.

“Grim-“

“Get on your knees.” He interrupted.

The sheets shifted under yours and his feet. Your gown met the floor along with his boxers. Your breasts met the warm sheets thanks to his body heat. You stared down at the messy sheets, your arms standing like pillars as the male shifted behind you. His calloused fingers slid down your hips and pulled you back slightly. “Unh~” your head lifted up when he started rubbing the tip up and down in between your folds. “U-Unh~” you shivered, spreading your knees out a bit more, digging them into the bed from the sensations. “Ugh…” he groaned, relishing the way the tip was grazing your warm entrance. You were clenching for him to fill you up already. “Unh…” he sighed, throwing his head back as he slowly pushed into you. Your fingers curled into the blanket from the familiar stretch, giving you butterflies in your tummy. “Mmm~” he hummed and started bucking his hips slowly.

He rocked his hips slowly, weakening your legs in seconds.

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*Clap..clap…clap..!*

His hips slapped against your ass steadily. “Unh~” Your quivering form felt so putty as he bucked his hips against you your ass, forming a coiling knot in your tummy. “M-mm~” You reveled in his firm hands gripping your hips pulling you back. “Ahhh…fuck.” You shivered at his breathless moans, making you wetter. “Ahhh…ssss...” His head fell back from the sweet friction.

Your mind was hazy, bobbing messily to his controlled thrusts “Unh~” you pussy pulsated his thrusts, constantly poking your g-spot without fail. “Mm.” You managed to look back at his pelvis, deep lines complimenting his rutting hips. “Ah~” you arched your back and threw your ass back at him expertly. “Ah~” you sighed softly again, savoring the veins around his thick shaft stroking deeply into your gummy walls - every. single. time. “Hehehe…” he looked down, watching your jiggling ass slapping against his hips tenderly.“That’s it throw it back to me..nice and slow baby.” He whispered following a moan as he shoved it in with some force every time you did.

*smack!*

“Unh~” your walls trembled from the contact, earning a shaky groan from the blue haired male. Your cheeks grew hotter hearing those breathless moans. “Mmm~” he hummed, looking down and smirking, reluctantly stopping his hips. He pressed his hand down to your back, making your tits touch the soft sheets. “Mm.” You whined against the pillow when as he leaned forward, applying some of his weight onto your lower back. “There…Good.” He sneered at you like you were in bitch in heat. Respectfully.

Your soft pants filled his mind, anticipating his next move as he slowly thrusted in and out of your core. Before you knew it, he began slamming into you quickly. “M-mm!” You groaned heavily, pressing the side of your face pressed into the pillow. “A-ahhh.” He sighed heavily, your fingers gripping the sheets roughly for some control. “Ssss! Agh fuck!” He whispered thickly, ramming his hips roughly against your own.

The bed shook violently as he thrusted greedily into your tight pussy.

His hot breathed brushed your glistening back as you were rocking in the bed messily. “U-Unh!” Your quivering breaths came out messily as you savored his deep controlled thrusts stroking you so well. “Unh~!” He pressed his hand down more on your back, pushing your aching knees into the bed deeply for a much deeper arch. “Ugh!” He couldn’t help it - your pussy felt so fucking good.

Tight, warm and quivering. Just how he likes it.

“Ahh. Fuck.” He breathed out heavily, watching his bucking hips with full attention. “Mmm~” he hummed, quickly switching to resting his hands on either side of your head like pillars.

*Clap!clap!Clap! Clap!* He increased his pace.

“Ahhhhh~” You were a quivering mess below him, sighing so gratifyingly against the pillow whilst drooling. “Oh gri-m-myy~” your back and knees were aching painfully but it quickly subsided everytime he slid it back inside, clouding your thoughts. “Ahhhh~” you let out another pleasing sigh as your head bobbed on the pillow rapidly. “Heh.” He smirked heinously at your mouth wide open, your drawled sighs filling his mind, encouraging him to go harder. “U-ugh!” Your brows deepened, your mouth widening on his pillow when you started to feel sharp prickles in your pussy. “Unh! Mm!” a violent shiver shocked your body, resulting in your pussy to convulse erratically.

He grinned, lowering his chest on your back. “Thaaats it, baby.” He whispered in your ear. A-aghh…” you groaned weakly as you squirted your fluids while he thrusted. “Unh Yeah…”He closed his eyes, reveling in your sweet orgasm putting a vice grip around his cock. “Ahh…”He almost felt light as a feather from your tight grip, squirting while he still thrusted roughly into you. “Ahhh…ssss.” He moaned close to your ear as he kept going, poking your g-spot. “M-mm..!” You twitched and squirted on the sheets again.

The wet skins slapping were distinct, mixed with the bed creaking beneath your form. He leaned back, quietly staring at your jiggling ass as he starts to slow down a bit.

The steady slapping sounds were testing his patience while you called out for weakly. He wanted to be rougher with you…much longer like he usually does, which the two of you normally prefer, but he was only being mindful of his…surroundings.

He leaned on your back again, switching to rolling his hips down dangerously slow. “Oh god~grim~” a warm knot formed in your tummy. “Agh~” He knows you so well. He knows how body surrenders to him. “Mmm~” he hummed lowly, resting his lips on your temple while he rolls his hips down slowly, slapping your ass gently. “O-oh.” You croaked, gasping lovingly at each long stroke. The shape of his curved cock just sliding in and out your sobbing flesh at a good angle, your weak hips lifted up to follow his lazy strokes. “Hmph. That’s it.” He clicked his tongue lightly next to your ear, sliding his hands down to your waist as hips moved like waves. “Mm.” His lips met yours, gently smacking as he pulled your ass back to his length steadily and thrusted long and deeply. “Ah~” Your neck was aching as he kissed you, whilst fucking you lazily. “M-mmm~” his hand slid down to rubbed your clit, clenching him as a reward.

“Mm~. “ Thick passionate kisses rang between you two. “Hmph.” He quickly broke the kiss, stretching his and your saliva out and quickly started slapping his hips down your ass. Your face scrunched up in satisfaction. “Oh fuck..!” You gasped, the bed squeaking to his thrusts. He stared down at you as he fucked you feverishly, gripping the sheets on either side of your head. “Agh! Shit.” He spat out thickly and gripped your thighs for control. “G-grim~!” You gripped the pillow roughly for dear life when he thrusted feverishly. Your sore pussy craved more of his greedy cock. “Ah fuck yeah.” He breathed out, bucking roughly into your warmth.

“A-ahhhh….”

“O-ooo yeah~”

“Grim~!”

Your quivering sighs of relief filled the air as he pounded in you unashamedly. The sheets were soaked with your fluids as more and more rushed out. “U-ugh…sss..ugh…

!” he groaned, heeding the thick wet sounds of your pussy as he reaches his high. “Ha…ha..ha!” His mouth widens, gasping heavily when he’s about to cum. “Uh! Uuuugh” he pressed his hips to your ass, shooting his cum inside of you. “Unh~!” You shivered, your hole fluttering from the sensation as he paints your walls white.

“Shit.” He panted heavily, sliding out of your creamy pussy. “U-ugh.” He watched as he slid back in and shivered. “Mm.” Your arm reach to his glistening abs as he cools down, caressing it. “Mm~” you hummed again gently rocking to his lazy thrusts. “Fuck.” He muttered, watching you fondle his and as he did, making you giggle softly. “You okay baby?” You smiled weakly at him, his sharp eyes meeting yours.

“Oi. Ask me that one more time and you won’t be able to walk for the next few days.” He threatened but there was no sting behind it. “Okay~” You giggled at his retort and fell on your back weakly. His eyes glowered in response.

“Wha-!”

He quickly pulled you down to his hips close and caged you in with his arms on either side of your head, only seeing him. " I mean it." his brows furrowed in annoyance. “And I love you too” you smiled, cupping his cheek. “Tch.” He leaned down and kissed you.

Your silhouettes were clear as day as the morning winter sky light pierced the curtains.

“Unh~” he rubbed you slit while you circled your hips. “Fuck.” you cupped his face, humping the digit steadily. “U-ugh..!” You cried out, squirting on his fingers, earning a chuckle from him. “Unh~mmm~” Your lips gently smacked his own, circling your hips again for more. “H-ha..!” You quickly broke the soft kiss and breathed out heavily, feeling a rush of relief coming fast. “O-o-oh!” You were pulsating uncontrollably as he fondled your clit. “Unh!” You rocked your hips side to side and all around until you cummed, grabbing his wrist to stop. “Ah…gri-“

Beep beep! beep beep! Beep beep!

Your alarm started going off. “Tch. Stupid fucking Clock.” He reached out to your side of the bed to turn it off. “Oh.” You blinked, blushing as you watched him.

It was 7am and you had to get your son, Aoi, ready for school.

“Mm.” You got up but your sore muscles said otherwise.

“I’ll take care of it. Go to sleep.” He mumbled, kissing your forehead.

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7:45 AM

“Alright, go say bye to your mom.” He told the tiny blue haired boy after he zipped up his winter puffer jacket. The energetic toddler ran down the hallway to your shared bedroom. On his tippy toes, he turned the knob and opened the door. There, he saw you lying in bed. His scurried footsteps peaked your ears, waking you up and then meeting him at the side of your bed. “Hi mommy ~ Bye mommy~teehee” He whispered and leaned over to plant a light kiss on your forehead. You smiled and rested on your elbow to adjust his jacket collar. “Bye cutie pie~ Have fun in school today, ok?” He nodded and you kissed his forehead shortly after.

“Alright let’s go, Kid.” A little growl came from the tall male standing impatiently in the doorway. “Is mommy also gonna pick me up from school today?” He walked to his father, his round eyes looking at him innocently.

“No.” His eyes flickered up to you. “She won’t be able to, kid.” His lips formed a devious smirk. “There’s something I gotta do when I come back…a bit more rougher this time.”

“Grim!”

He slammed the bedroom door shut.

End.

Happy Valentine’s Day from your two fave HR complaints! <3

….I would chop my arm off for one chance with them I stg

(Couldn’t decide if i like it better with or without the background, so have both <3)

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.”