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Happy Birthday Shinji 🍰

❀˖˚ ༘𐙚 Confections & Confessions

Shinji Hirako x gn!reader

Synopsis: You are the third seat of Squad 3, who just so happens to have a little crush on a certain blond captain from Squad 5. When you are reminded that his birthday is coming up, you decide—with a little push from your captain—to gift Shinji a handmade treat…

CW: sfw, set during TBTP, confessions, reader is a bit nervous and unsure of themself, Rose being #1 wingman, Shinji being Shinji at the end

WC: 4k

Notes: Happy Birthday, Shinji! 💞 I wanted to try something a little different here, and I got a little carried away with the plot. So, this came out longer than I had initially intended it to be.

Also, as an extra note! Correct me if I’m wrong, but I know birthdays weren’t really celebrated individually in Japan until after WWII—it was more of a New Year’s thing, I believe? I still tried to keep it accurate to the time, but since this is meant for Shinji’s birthday, we’ll have to suspend our disbelief a little here.

The rhythmic melody of your captain’s violin performance reaches your ears as you come up to his office to deliver a report. Just as you were about to open the door, you heard Lieutenant Iba’s yelling, cutting the music off. Chikane Iba was known for her stern demeanor and never hesitated in criticizing your captain, Rojuro ‘Rose’ Otoribashi.

Rose’s daily musical performance followed by Chikane’s verbal assault was a daily occurrence, one you had gotten used to as a member of the Third Division.

With a sigh, you prepare yourself mentally to face your lieutenant’s strict glare as you interrupt them. “I apologize for the interruption, Captain, Lieutenant. I have a report for you, sir.” You direct your attention to Rose.

“Good grief, perfect timing. Get this man to finally work on something.” The elder woman sighs sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose. With a stabbing glare, she looks over at the blond pointedly. “I expect these to be completed when I return, and so help me, if I find you wasting away with these instruments instead, I’ll have more than just a few choice words for you.”

Even though her words aren’t directed at you, you can’t help but feel a foreboding sense of dread settle deep in your gut at her threatening tone. You nod timidly as she moves past you, exiting the office and leaving a thick silence in her wake that you could cut with your zanpakutō. You much prefer the sound of your captain’s music.

“I don’t know how you can keep testing her patience like that.” You comment offhandedly as you walk further into the office, coming up to Rose’s desk as he rises from his slumped position.

“As long as she doesn’t take my precious Candice away…” He sighs with a pained shudder, moving to pick up a stack of files on top of his desk. “And, I’m still captain at the end of the day.” He starts to rifle through the pages quickly, but not quick enough for your eyes to miss the words on the front page:

Joint Training Session: Squads 3 and 5.

You ignore the way your heart skips a beat, clearing your throat to direct his attention back to you, gesturing to the report in your hand in question.

“Ah, just set it there,” he points off to the side of his cluttered desk to another stack of papers. “This takes precedence.”

“Is that so?” You question casually, trying not to show how interested you really are. 

“Yes, well, considering we have this training session tomorrow…” he trails off, signing off on something.

“Oh, right. That’s tomorrow, huh.” There’s a feigned disinterest in your tone that causes Rose to glance at you with a knowing smile.

“You’re supposed to be there too, you know.”

“Of course.”

A brief moment of silence passes after your quick response as you stare at each other, Rose’s smile growing more as you start to waver.

“Ahh! Please stop staring at me like that!” You yell at him, irritated by his expression. You know what that look means, but you don’t want to admit it.

“Come now, there’s no need to be shy about having a crush. Shinji is-“

“I don’t have a crush on him!” You snap, cutting him off with a huff and feeling your face flush with warmth. This was not a conversation you were expecting to have so early in the morning.

“Ahh, a first love. You should be embracing it! In fact, a blossoming romance is-“

“Ok, I’ll be heading out now! I’ve done my job and delivered my report, captain. I suggest you finish your work before Lieutenant Iba comes back.” You interrupt once more, not wanting to hear his whole spiel that he was going to go on about.

You hear him call out your name as you head toward the door. “Don’t be late tomorrow.”

“Right.” You sigh quietly, nervous about the day ahead and hoping that your captain wouldn’t say anything to embarrass you.

The following afternoon, you find yourself at the training grounds in the Fifth Division’s barracks, overseeing a small group of soul reapers from both Squad 3 and 5 as they train together. A few paces away, you can hear Chikane strictly direct the group in front of her, and you can’t help but feel sympathetic at the fearful looks on their faces.

To the other side, you spot Lieutenant Aizen as he politely instructs his group as they look to him in awe, blushes on their cheeks. Gin stands with him to help, the young prodigy making comments every now and then.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Rose sitting with Shinji, the two of them chatting as they sip on tea. Your group was closest to where they were, so you could faintly make out what they were saying as you stepped back to watch the soul reapers train in front of you.

“I’m tellin’ ya Rose, ya gotta be more sneaky with lazin’ around.” You hear Shinji express, your heart fluttering at the sound of his drawling voice. It had been a few days since you last saw him, and just the sound of him talking is enough to make you giddy with excitement.

“And how many times must I say that I’m not lazing around like you?”

“Sure, sure.” Shinji’s honey eyes meet yours, causing your gaze to flick away out of habit. 

Since when had you been staring at him? You hadn’t even noticed. The anxiety at having been caught staring has your heart racing, but you have to admit to yourself that it wasn’t just being noticed that had you feeling that way. The image of Shinji lounging in his seat stays in your mind; his long and glossy hair shimmering in the sunlight as it sways in the gentle spring breeze, an easy-going expression gracing his handsome features. You feel your cheeks warming, mentally kicking yourself to pull it together—you’re working, after all!

“That reminds me, though,” Rose’s gentle voice rings, his next few words catching your attention. “Your birthday is coming up next week, right?”

That's right! Shinji’s birthday was in just a few days. It had slipped your mind, what with work and all. You had wanted to do something for him, but you weren't quite sure what to do.

“Hm? Yeah, it is.”

“Do you have any plans?” Rose asks curiously, taking a sip from his steaming cup.

“Not really… Maybe I’ll just go out after work for some drinks. Like last year.” Shinji responds in a contemplative manner, tilting his head over at the other blond and reminding him of a shared memory they had.

“Hm, yeah, that was nice. That sake the bar owner offered you was delicious, wasn’t it?”

“It was, now I can’t wait…” Shinji sighs, clearly wanting another taste of the drink.

“So you’re not doing anything during the day, then?” Rose asks after a short pause, quite suspiciously, in your opinion.

“No? As if Sōsuke’ll let me!” Shinji says with a scowl, shooting a glare over at said lieutenant.

“When has that ever stopped you?” Rose deadpans.

Shinji ignores him, continuing on. “Why?”

“Oh, no reason.” Rose glances in your direction, that knowing smile back on his lips. You pretend to ignore him, but he knows you heard. Shinji's perceptive eyes follow his line of sight to you, but before he can question Rose again, clearly not buying what he said, Rose changes the subject.

You can feel Shinji's lingering gaze on your back as you try your hardest to ignore it. You let out the breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding when you heard him get drawn into the conversation with Rose.

You get lost in your thoughts again. You wished to go out with them to the bar, but you know better. It’s not like you could just show up uninvited, and even if you could, you’d feel way too awkward trying to join in. Maybe you could just slip a gift onto his desk at some point during the day? Yeah, you think that sounds like a good idea. But now you’re not sure what you should get him.

As you ponder and try to brainstorm, you hear someone politely call your name. When you glance up, you find one of the soul reapers in your training group looking at you with a concerned expression on his face.

“Oh! Sorry about that, I got lost in thought,” you laugh sheepishly, “Nice work, everyone! Let’s move on to the next exercise.”

Any remaining thoughts of gifts get pushed to the back of your head as you focus back on the training session in front of you. You can think about all that later tonight.

After spending the whole night agonizing over it, you find yourself in front of Rose in his office, desperate for help. You never thought you’d be asking him something like this, as your nerves eat away at your insides.

“What do you need?” He questions, saying your name, a curious look in his eyes as he watches you nervously fiddle with your fingers.

Fidgeting in your spot, you mumble out a reply, “I don’t know what to get him.”

“Get what for whom?” Your sharp eyes glare at him while he laughs heartily.

“I’m just kidding. I, for one, am proud that you are working up the courage to confess your feelings.”

“Woah! I never said anything about confessing!” You blush, trying to push the nerve-wracking thought away. That’s an entire hurdle you are not ready for—even if the idea is sort of exhilarating. “I just want to get him something nice, at the very least.”

Rose thinks it over for a second before offering, “How about you make him some namagashi like nerikiri? I know he enjoys having them on special occasions, especially when Ukitake invites us all over to that specialty tea shop he frequents.”

You consider it, but you’ve never made the traditional dessert before, let alone watched someone make it. So you find yourself a bit hesitant at the idea.

“Plus, if it came from you, I’m sure Shinji would be over the moon.”

You squint at him, trying to read his expression, but you can’t really tell what he meant by that. Or, it's more like you refuse to indulge in the idea that Shinji might like you like that. You don’t want to get your hopes up over nothing. So, you cast his latter statement aside as just flattery before focusing on the idea he brought up.

“I don’t know… I’ve never made anything like that before. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“I have a friend who owns a confectionery shop over in the food district. I can introduce you if you’d like.” He offers nicely with a patient smile.

You chew over his offer; if this friend of his could help you out, you think it’s not such a bad idea after all. At the end of the day, you trust Rose’s opinion, not only as your captain but as a friend.

“Ok. If you could, that would be great.”

“Perfect! We can swing by after work. I don’t want Chikane admonishing either of us for skipping the day.” He sighs heavily, and you nod in agreement.

After Rose had introduced you to his friend, you would stop by the confectionery shop every day after work to practice making the namagashi. You spent many hours agonizing away to create a perfectly designed and tasty sweet. The shopkeeper, a kind elderly gentleman, had even given you a premium tea blend to pair with the dessert after seeing how hard you had worked on it.

Today was the 10th of May, Shinji’s birthday, and you had just finished making the delicate sweet mere moments ago as you rushed to the Squad 5 barracks. The shopkeeper had drilled into you the fact that the soft dessert should ideally be eaten immediately, so you had practiced for this by estimating the shortest time it would take to get from one place to another. You had timed it perfectly so that you could place the gift on Shinji’s desk right before he came back with Aizen after a meeting that Rose had told you about. Your captain had kindly turned a blind eye and let you skip out on work to get his done.

Having made it to your destination in under five minutes, you do your best to sneak into the fifth’s barracks, moving quickly to the captain’s office and making sure not to jostle the neatly wrapped gift in your hands. You come face to face with the doors leading to said office and wait a moment, making sure no one is inside before inching your way into the quaint room.

Your nerves are getting to you, but before you can change your mind, you muster all of your courage and quickly move to Shinji’s desk to gently place the present down.

It’s like a weight has lifted off your shoulders when you release the bundle from your hands, all the tension from the past week washing away. You find yourself relieved to finally have achieved what you had practiced so hard on and planned to do.

Now that you’ve accomplished what you came to do, you take a moment to look around the room. While you had been there plenty of times before for work and the times Shinji had drawn you into conversation, you had never taken a moment to have a close look at the place before.

You know you shouldn’t, but something pulls at you to take a look at the shelves in the room. You find a simple comb next to a few bottles that look like they are filled with creams and oils for hair. You can’t help but smile softly and chuckle a bit at that; no wonder Shinji’s hair looks so luscious all the time. He's definitely the type to pay special attention and take care of it so well.

Suddenly, a deep voice breaks your quiet musing. “It looks like you have a visitor, Captain Hirako.”

With a start, you look behind you in alarm, spotting Aizen by the door. The color drains from your face and with dread you realize that you’ve been caught and have no escape out of this, knowing Shinji isn’t far behind.

“Huh? Who is it?” Shinji comes around the corner, his long hair and captain’s haori swaying behind him. His eyes land on your frozen form as the curiosity in them turns to surprise. It quickly shifts, though, to an amused expression as he stares at you. You look like a mouse caught between a cat and a wall.

“Oh? What do we have here? Rose sent ya for somethin’?” Comes Shinji’s immediate response, a playful tone slinking into his voice.

“Um, no, not quite.” You stammer out, mind trying to keep up with everything happening.

“It appears the third seat has brought a gift for you,” Aizen interjects, drawing attention over to Shinji’s desk, where the delicately wrapped nerikiri lay.

You can’t help but cast a quick glare Aizen’s way. Now you really don’t have an out for this.

“Oh? Ya got somethin’ for little ol’ me? How sweet of ya!” Shinji drawls as he saunters over to his desk to pick up the bundle. You feel your face heat up, embarrassed and flustered from the situation and his teasing tone. 

A beat of silence passes as you rack your brain, trying to come up with something to say. However, before you can decide on what, Shinji speaks once more.

“Hey Sōsuke. Didn’t ya mention you have to go pick up some stuff from Squad 1?”

“It was paperwork, not just ‘some stuff’, captain. But yes, I did.”

“Why don’tcha go along and do that now, then?”

“Captain, I think-“

“Go on now,” Shinji shoos him away. You stand awkwardly off to the side during the whole interaction, unsure of what to do.

Aizen sighs deeply before replying with a brief, “Yes, captain,” and with a nod of his head, the lieutenant leaves the room.

Now you’re left with Shinji. Alone. Having to explain your way out of this, casually, so that you don’t make a fool of yourself. Ugh, what are you going to do? This was not part of the plan! Why would Aizen draw attention to the gift, and why would you let yourself get distracted when you knew you hadn’t had much time?

Shinji breaks your thoughts as you chastise yourself. “So yer my secret admirer.”

“Huh?”

“I’m just messin’ with ya.” He assures with a chuckle, the teasing lilt in his voice never leaving as he takes hold of the wrapped gift sitting neatly on his desk.

You can hear your heart beating in your ears as he starts to unwrap the artfully tied cloth. “Let's see, what did ya get me?”

When he finally unravels the wrapping to reveal your handmade nerikiri, the wide grin he wears falters, morphing into a pleasant surprise. He stares at it for a few more seconds, noticing the rough edges on the soft treat before asking you, “Did ya make these yerself?”

“I did,” you answer nervously. “I made them in the shape of a daffodil,” you pause, hesitating before saying, “they remind me of you.”

You look away, feeling shy, but you end up missing the blush creeping up his neck and to his cheeks as he looks away as well, his hair hiding his face from you.

“That so…?” 

An awkward few seconds pass by before he straightens up, a wide and charming grin tugging on his lips as he glances back at you. “Well then, sweet pea, I’ll savor every last bite!”

Warmth rushes to your already flushed face at his use of the pet name as you try to respond. The butterflies fluttering away in your stomach don’t let up even as you watch him go to brew the tea that you had included with the treat. “Uh, I hope it’s to your liking.” 

“These’re great! So I’m sure I will, especially if they’re made by yer sweet hands, darlin'.” He flashes an attractive smirk your way.

He makes his way back over, two cups in his hand as he passes one over to you, gesturing for you to sit with him. He picks up the colorful sweet and takes a bite, letting out a delighted, “mmm,” before taking a sip of tea.

“It’s really good. Thanks, doll.”

“I’m glad you like it! Happy Birthday, Shinji.”

“Thanks,” he smiles brightly. However, you notice it drops slightly as it looks like he mulls something over. “Y’know? Wasn’t expectin’ fer ya to do somethin’ for me.” He gazes into your eyes, a perceptive look in his warm browns. “Why?”

“Well, I guess I got the little push that I needed, and I… guess I also wanted to…” You trail off, getting lost in his eyes as a sudden urge to tell him how you truly feel overwhelms you.

“You wanted to…?” He coaxes in a low tone, voice dropping to a hush.

“I wanted to tell you…”

Should you say it now? Should you tell him your feelings for him? That your eyes look for him in crowded rooms, that you look forward to the days when you get to work with his squad, in the chance that you can get a glimpse of? That you long to be near him, that you long to be with him at the end of the day.

You draw a deep breath, steeling yourself.

“I wanted to say that I like you. More than you could ever know.”

There’s a pause, the air thick with anticipation as you hold your breath, waiting to hear his response.

“Really? Say it again,” he whispers quietly.

“Wha-,” you stammer, but the genuine expression he wears has you repeating yourself, more confidently this time. “I said I like you.”

“Again.”

“I like you.”

“Again.” Ok, now he was just teasing you, a mischievous, cunning grin tugging on his features as he asks you again and again.

“Come on, that’s enough, don’t you think?” You pout, feeling all too flustered. Was he making fun of you? No, he wasn’t, you know better than that. Sure, he loved to make fun of Hiyori and tease those around him, but it was always in good fun, even if it didn’t always look that way with the freckled lieutenant. He would never want to intentionally hurt anyone he cared about; you knew that much from watching him for so long. It was one of his qualities that attracted you in the first place.

“You could say it a million times, and I don’t think I’d ever have enough. I wanna hear ya say it every damn day.”

Your heart flutters at his honest admission. “Don’t you think you’d get tired of hearing it that often?”

“I’d never get tired of hearin’ ya say that you like me! Would ya get tired of hearin’ me say it?” He retorts, questioning you in return.

You tilt your head curiously. Hold on, did you miss something? “I don’t recall hearing you say that you like me, though.”

A beat passes as he stares back at you before sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “Oh, that’s my bad, darlin’. I got all caught up in the moment that I forgot to say my piece.”

Shinji’s goofy grin drops as a more serious air surfaces around him. He faces you in earnest, placing a lithe hand on yours. 

“I like you too, y’know. Have for a while now,” he leans in closer to you, the crisp scent of his cologne invading your senses and drawing you closer to him. “Ya just made me the happiest man in the world right now.” He grins again, but it’s softer now, more tender as he confesses his feelings for you.

Your chest swells with a pleasant warmth, a sense of relief washing over you. The butterflies fluttering about inside you, not dancing out of nervousness now but from true joy.

“Really?” You ask quietly.

“Mhm,” he’s just a hairsbreadth away from you as he leans in closer, eyes flicking to your lips.

“Then say it again,” you whisper, his eyes flashing back to yours, a mirth glimmering in them before he chuckles lightly. 

“I like ya,” and just when his lips were about to press to yours, nearby chatter from outside his office causes you to pull back.

You clear your throat, “I should be heading back now.” You stand, dusting off your shihakushō. Shinji follows you, doing the same, albeit with a disgruntled look, clearly upset at having missed the chance to kiss you. 

“Headin’ back so soon?” He sighs, missing the way you chuckle quietly to yourself at his irritated grumbling.

“Yeah, well, lunch is already almost over, and it would be kind of awkward to have to explain everything to Lieutenant Aizen when he comes back. So...”

At the mention of his good-natured lieutenant, Shinji groans, tossing his head to the side. “Ugh, yer right.” He stares off into the distance for a second but before you can question him on it he’s speaking again.

“Thanks for all this.” He gestures to the empty box you had used for the nerikiri. “This is the best birthday present I could ever ask for.”

“I’m glad,” you smile sweetly. “Well, I hope you have fun with the others later tonight.”

“What’re ya sayin’?” He gives you a confused look, “Yer comin’ too!”

“Are you sure?”

”'Course I am, silly, otherwise I wouldn’t have said it!” He exclaims, making it clear that he wanted you there with him.

"Well then, I look forward to it!"

“Yer gonna make my birthday night even more special,” he voices suggestively, a teasing smirk quirking on his lips. "Plus, I want the other part of my gift." His eyes flicker down to your lips.

You’re so glad you ended up confessing, you think as you blush at his insinuation. You just know you aren’t going to hear the end of it when Rose finds out, telling you he was right.

Tagging @darthwhorecrux, Shinji wants you to make his night 😉

Aizen a brat yeah

why was every interaction between aizen and shunsui in tybw so sexually charged? like guys now is NOT the time

Sexually suggestive but not smut. Short.

Birthday boy Shinji x reader

Shinji noticed a small little box, neatly wrapped and tucked away in your underwear drawer. Yup, he was going through your underwear— a dirty, secret kink. You hadn’t figured that out yet so you decided to hide away his birthday present amongst the heap of colorful laces and ribbons that you called panties. Ya, you had a collection. He liked to see you in pretty little things.

Anyways, little did you know he figured out your secret hiding spot. The celebrations were later after work— no time off for the birthday Captain. And he could not wait all day knowing there were new panties waiting for him in your underwear drawer. Just a peek?

The box was small but he had seen talented shopkeepers stuff in panties even in the tiniest of boxes. Just the fact that it was in your underwear drawer got him believing that it was possibly new panties for his viewing pleasure (and maybe birthday sex after?). It’s his birthday after all!

He took the small box in his hand and tried to peel the corners of the wrapping paper. He would find a way to put it back together later.

He heard footsteps. He quickly closed the underwear drawer and stared at the door to the bedroom. You walked in with a radiant smile on your face.

“Don’t want to be late for work on your birthday!”, you giggled and stepped forward.

He realized he was still holding the gift box and forgot to put it back where it belonged. He quickly hid the box away in his sleeves and wrapped an arm around your back to lead you away from the drawer before you discovered his little scheme.

———

Later that day he finally got some peace. He was in his office, alone, and he pulled out the gift box to try his luck again. It was itching his mind all day. He couldn’t focus and just pictured you in whatever was in the box. His dick throbbed in anticipation and he carefully started unravelling the gift.

His jaw almost dropped.

It wasn’t what he had expected.

He held the object that had him in distress, up to the natural lighting that flooded the room. “Fuck!”, he exclaimed, not sure what to do.

He quickly tucked away the gift back into the box and stood up as he had things to do.

He walked to the mirror and made sure he was ready for this. He made a goofy little face and decided it was for the best.

———

Later that evening as the celebrations were underway, Shinji was late on his birthday.

He finally came, that radiant smile of yours had returned. The room was full of friends and foes from competitive squads. He didn’t care because his eyes were locked on you.

“Happy Birthday”, they all shouted but all he saw was your beautiful smile.

The smile grew when he opened his mouth, wide enough to stick out his tongue and reveal your gift sitting flat of his tongue.

You screamed and you ran towards him, hugging him tight, there on his tongues sat the piece of jewelry you got him.

You always said you wanted to see his pierced tongue once more. And so he finally went ahead and got that little hole.

“Happy Birthday my love”, you sang after giving him a kiss, feeling the metal tease the roof of your hungry mouth.

“When do I get ta lick my real birthday cake?”, he whispered that made you giggle but also dripping in excitement.

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I'M GOING FERAL

Source: @monster_by_jun on instagram

has been so hard to find the time lately, but i COULD NOT ignore my man's birthday. so this is short and was done in a bit of a haste, but i hope my fellow Shinji lovers still enjoy !!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINJI <3

Shinji never cared much for his birthday. Maybe each passing year would be more meaningful if he were human, but to him, it was just another day, especially when there was no break in his Captain duties, even on the weekend.

When you learned this about him, you were determined to get him to think otherwise. His birthday was special. He was special, and you needed him to know that. Even if it was something small, which seemed to be what he appreciated most, you never let him forget when it was supposed to be his day.

He came in a little after noon, sighing and slinking in, likely in search of something to have for lunch in between time spent with his squad. At the sound of his entrance, you quietly scrambled to gather the large cupcake you baked him, shoving a candle in the center, and lighting it, tip-toeing toward him as you sang, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

As soon as he saw you slowly making your way towards him, the candle illuminating your beautiful face, an affectionate smile spread on his face and a special kind of warmth, reserved only for you, began to blossom in his chest. He let you finish your song, stopping before him with the cake held out. You were smiling so hard it hurt, likely more excited about his day than he was.

“Now make a wish!” You beamed, lifting the cake a little higher.

“I wish…” He began.

You clapped a hand over his mouth. “I’m not supposed to hear it!” You giggled. “It’s for yourself.”

“And what if I have no wishes? Hm?” He teased.

“You have to have something,” you prodded. “You really can’t think of anything you want?”

Shinji shook his head, his sharp eyes softening. “Everything I want is right here.” He grabbed you by the hips, pulling you closer, making the candlelight dance dangerously between your bodies.

“You trying to light us on fire?” You grinned as your face heated at his intimate words.

“Guess I better make that wish so I can blow this thing out,” he chuckled. “Let me see here,” he pretended to look thoughtful, “I wish my baby would kiss me.”

He lowered his head and blew, and through the smoke, you leaned forward, nearly pressing into the icing just to get to him. “Your wish is my command.” You took his lips into yours, kissing him passionately before he was pulling away, grabbing the cupcake from you and setting it aside.

“That was about to get messy, and I don’t want to mess up the pretty cake you made,” he explained with a laugh before leaning in once more, kissing you more fervently this time now that there was no barrier.

You wrapped your arms around each other, getting impossibly closer. You whined into his mouth and tugged on his clothes, knowing that he would be gone again soon and you selfishly wanted him to yourself for the whole day. He seemed to be doing the same, digging his fingers into the plush of your body as if you were going to slip away at any moment, and he had to hold on tight. He pulled back with a frustrated sigh, frowning in annoyance as he thought of the time.

“I should grab some food and head back,” he said apologetically. “Maybe, if I’m not back too late, we can share your cake tonight?” He raised his eyebrows hopefully.

But you were frowning deeply, refusing to accept the circumstances. “Do you really have to go back? You can’t get Momo or one of the others to cover for you?”

“I shouldn’t abandon her like that,” he reasoned, running his hands along your sides and back in an attempt to soothe you.

“But it’s your birthday,” you continued to pout. “And I want to do more than just kiss you…” You tugged on the waistband of his pants for emphasis.

“Yer killing me, sweetheart,” Shinji groaned, squeezing your ass. “Okay, let me call Momo.” He pulled away from you abruptly, as if he didn’t leave now, he never would.

“Okay,” you giggled excitedly, determined to have your way.

He left the room, coming back a few short moments later with a poker face that had you jumping out of your skin. He remained silent and impassive, surely just to get you all worked up for his own amusement.

“Well?!”

“Happy birthday to me,” he grinned smugly. “Momo’s gonna handle things and call me if there’s an emergency. I’m all yours, baby doll.”

“Yes!” You pounced on him, wrapping your arms around his torso and squeezing his slender frame tightly. “I’m so happy! I’ll have to bake a cake for Momo too!”

“Anyways,” his voice dropped an octave as he smirked at you wolfishly, licking his lips. “Ya mentioned wanting to do more than just kiss me?”

“Let me package up your cake again so it stays fresh,” you were smirking now too. “Then I’ll do whatever you want, birthday boy.”

“No better gift,” he practically moaned at the offer.

Shinji never cared much for his birthday.

But thanks to you, he was starting to.

Tonight's spicy drawing was inspired by this post by @villainsrtasty and this one by @ninaskylight which made me a lil rabid 🫣

I don't normally draw anything not Mayuri related but I just had to!! You guys are the worst best influences 💙💙💙

Full one below the cut

NSFW 🔞

(I ran it through photoshop and made it cooler.)

Ｔｉｍｅｓ　Ｔｈｒｅｅ　Ｌｅｔ＇ｓ　Ｇｏ！　

Szayelaporro x Reader

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Warning: smut heavy, some angst, mention of mental health struggles, Foursome, clone fucking, anal, vaginal, oral, handcuffs, messy sex, overstimulated, usage of pills, dildo, dildo up male’s ass, prostate stimulation, sex marathon for hours, birthday sex, pet names used: good girl, fuck toy, darling, lab rat.

🩷 H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y 🩷 @saltychonk LOVE YOU to the moon HELL and back! <3

Thank you for beta read so I have all my dicks in order. @kryptoniteforsale @whitefoxfiction

You stir in your bed, unsettled by the uncanny sensation of being watched. And sure enough, the moment your drowsy eyes flutter open, you’re met with the familiar sight of your boyfriend — an Arrancar who occasionally pays you a visit when he needs something. 

You blink a few more times, trying to shake the last bit of sleep. Your vision was still a little blurry, so you weren’t too surprised when you saw him in triplicate. It wasn’t until one moved to the right and the others didn’t follow that you realized it wasn’t your vision that was out of whack—it was your head.

“What the hell? I see three of you!”, you said while blinking hard.

He gave you one of those sexy smirks while sliding his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his long, slender middle finger. The other two followed suit. 

You rubbed your eyes to clear the grogginess, the blurry haze around your peripheral vision slowly fading away.

Yup. It wasn’t your vision at all. 

There they stood, cocky smirks planted on their perfectly symmetrical faces and each of them held a small, neatly wrapped present.

“What is all this?”, you asked as you slowly sat up.

“It’s May the 9th”, one of them reminded you.

“I know it’s my birthday. But since when did you ever give a fuck?” You had been with him for three years. Every year he made excuses and never showed up on your birthday. So you weren’t really expecting much from him this year either. Especially not triplets. It seemed like he was trying to make up for the last three years all at once. 

“I wasn’t going to have you sulk all alone in your room on your birthday. Now be more appreciative and give your gratitude”, he replied with excitement that gave you whiplash. The one who did most of the talking may be the real Szayelaporro. That was the logic you were going to go with. 

“So you made me clones of yourself for my birthday? Great. Triple the headache”. You rolled your eyes and exaggerated your annoyance. On the surface, you appeared irritated and unimpressed but on the inside you were ready to pounce on all three. Didn’t help your hormones were a train wreck and got you horny at the worst of times. Maybe he had a play in it. He was always giving you weird concoctions to try. And you being his experimental human partner, took whatever he had you swallow without hesitation. You have yet to grow an extra limb. So that was enough to trust him. For now. 

“You certainly know how to fool yourself. I can smell your pussy squeezing the emptiness. Why don’t we give it something to squeeze onto?”

“I ain’t squeezing anything! Freak!”, you denied while staring at the gifts they held in their hands. “Gimme gimme”, you ordered while putting out your empty hands.

The first one stepped forward and placed their gift in your palms. You brought it upto your ears and gave it a little shake and something rattled inside. You were cautious because they all wore that eager grin.

You unwrapped the gift and found yourself holding a small key. You raised an eyebrow and examined the shiny metal for some clues. “Did you get me a car?”

“Not exactly”, the first one replied. Was he the real Szayelaporro?

“Ah…so is this a puzzle I have to solve? How exciting!”, you said sarcastically and tossed the key to the side with disappointment. Of course he would make you work for your birthday gifts on your birthday. Someone had to explain to this narcissist that birthdays are special occasions, and not an opportunity for his own personal entertainment.

The second one stepped forward and placed his gift onto your open palms. You slowly unwrapped the present and gave out a deep sigh. It was a bottle of pink pills. 

“Now you want me to try an experimental drug on my birthday? I can’t be bothered with the third one”, you sighed with disappointment and tossed the pill bottle to the side. 

You were ready to get up from the bed but the third Szayelaporro towered before you. He grabbed your hand by the wrist and forced the third present into your hands. 

“Open it. If this one disappoints you, we will pack up and leave”, he explained. 

As if he was the one to keep his promises. But then again, your birthdays were always a disappointment to begin with. How much worse could it get?

You unravel the gift, slowly peeling away the paper. The present was much bigger than the other two so at least that held up some ounce of enthusiasm.

“Huh?” You blink a few times as you hold a thick glass dildo to your face, the transparent glass magnifying your facial features. “Ok, first off, pervert. Secondly, I ain’t surprised. And finally, could have started off with this gift”.

All three of them chuckled and the third one who gave you the delicate glass dildo leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours. “And ruin the surprise for my sweet lab rat? Now, did my rat figure out the maze?”

He was definitely playing a game here. A puzzle? A riddle? You couldn’t tell. Your deep silence told them that you were stumped. 

“You get to pick one gift. And rest will go back to us. And we are about to have a little party here. Just the four of us! So pick wisely, my darling”.

“Hell, what!!! A foursome?” Not that it wasn’t something you never imagined but in reality it sounded very intimidating, and with Szayelaporro, very dangerous!

“Well we do have to make up for the parties we missed in the last three years. So tell me, which one will you pick?”

You look at the selection of gifts that were displayed before you. A key, a bottle of strange pills and a glass dildo. Of course you picked the most innocent one. The key!!!

“Are you sure darling?”

“Ya I am sure!!!” Your confidence will not be faltered by self doubt and his trickeries.

“Very well”. He took the rest of the items and began preparing for the little ‘party’. Preparing in a way where everyone was stripped of all their clothes, including yourself.

You watched as one of the Szayelaporro took the strange pill. The other prepared his hole with some gel and you assumed the glass dildo was going up his tight asshole. You would pity his tight hole but you know he wouldn’t have given the same level of empathy if you were on the receiving end. 

The third one was without a gift. He held a tray of shot glasses and offered them to everyone. You took the glass and made your toast and chugged it down. 

It wasn’t alcohol.

It wasn’t soda either.

But everyone else took the same shots so it didn’t matter what was in it. 

The third Szayelaporro who was without a gift suddenly laid on his back and had the other two shackle him with cuffs. They made sure both his hands were securely in place and bound to the bedpost. You just stood there in awe, now understanding what the key was for. In your hands, you probably held the key to the handcuffs and you wondered if they planned to do some weird experiments on the one who was shackled up. 

It seems like you got the better end of the bargain. You got immunity.

But you were wrong.

You were NOT the one granted immunity. 

“Shit”, you gasped and suddenly felt a wave of heat creep up your body. Although your skin was covered in goosebumps like a carpet, your insides were burning. You glanced around and noticed two of the three Szayelaporro were already hard and dripping precum. The one bound to the bedpost and the one with a fat dildo up his ass were in the same pathetic state as yourself. A mindless horny mess. The one who took the pill was the only one who seemed to have his senses intact.

“Shit! So you put something in the shots and the pill was an antidote?”, you whispered, your legs barely holding you upright. Your pussy was already leaking a mixture of clear and slippery fluids. You were ready to be bred. 

“How observant and excellent logical thinking. Especially in your current state”, he continued with pride. The other two Szayelaporro were in no position to talk anymore. Whatever those pills contained, it was fucking them up real good. 

“Let me guess. You picked the pill for immunity. So you are the real asshole?” You tensed up— something began to throb on the inside of your pelvis. It was like your beating heart had migrated from your chest and into your pelvic region.

The most coherent Szayelaporro just shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe. What would have I done if you had taken the pills?” he grinned, challenging your sanity one last time. He wasn’t merely indulging in amusement of it all; he was discreetly studying the situation.

“You know me so well. I- I would rather have a dil-dildo up my ass than grab an unmarked bot-bottle of strange pills”, you explained, barely able to carry on a conversation. Your heart was racing and palpitating and so was your clit. You wanted this asshole to ravish you from the inside out— with no reservations and absolutely no hesitation. Yet your stubbornness clings to you still—a final, desperate attempt to preserve the very little dignity left. 

Whoever was the real Szayelaporro, it didn't matter anymore. It never mattered. His clones were his clones. Just as menacing and deranged. 

The two who did not take the antidote were flashing their erect dripping cocks at you as if you were nothing more but a fuck machine. In their eyes, that is exactly what they saw— a body with plenty of holes to use and bury their burning cocks deep within. 

You weren't in any better condition. As time ticked by, your judgment grew cloudy, casting a shadow over the last speck of self-preservation. You were slowly handing yourself over to pleasure, yielding to your fate.

The clear headed Szayelaporro stood before you, back of his hand lightly brushing up against the side of your cheek. “Good girl. Finally becoming my mindless fucktoy?”, he whispered softly. The light touch was enough to make you whimper. Your skin was very sensitive and it sent electrical sparks, awakening every neurological synapse in your body.

“Quit talking! Get that ass over here!”, growled the one who was tied up to the bedpost. He was growing impatient and so was his cock (both growing and becoming impatient).

The one with the glass dildo jammed up his butt stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair. He yanked hard and began to pull you towards the bed, forcing you to straddle the cuffed one’s lap and slide his upright dick into your messy cunt.

Slurp.

Your pussy slurped him in with ease. Your tight muscles grabbed onto his length as if your life depended on it. Because it did. 

The Szayelaporro with free hands (but not a free asshole) guided himself behind you and began to prepare your tight hole. The pressure of the tip of the dildo on his prostate had him shuddering and leaking a steady stream of pre— enough to coat your tight entrance and allow him to slip in with less resistance than otherwise.

What a sight to behold.

And with that thought, the third one with immunity grabbed a chair to entertain himself. Live sensory porn with all the smells and sounds. He took a seat in the ‘splash zone’. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked his length while watching everything unfold.

You rode the one beneath you while the one behind slammed his hips in no particular rhythm. Both were already leaking inside, a messy flow of fluids pooled onto your favorite bed sheets. 

No one said a word. Nothing had to be said. The body did all the talking, fulfilling your deepest darkest request. 

Two dicks simultaneously fucking your holes was now a forbidden fantasy of the past. He caught a glimpse of your kinks through the adult books you read and the fanfictions you were fed. And here you thought he was a self-centered, narcissistic bastard who didn't know you all that well. 

Oh, he knew you well.

He knew your kinks, your desires and your secrets. 

He knew your struggles, your worries and your mental state. 

He read your journals, he saw your colorful art. 

He read each line and he read between those lines. 

He carefully studied your pieces, extrapolated the meaning. 

It pained him. It pained him that he wasn't the cause of your grief. 

To make you forget it all, for at least one day, he made you a mindless slut on your birthday. You had been reduced to a mindless sex addict along with his unhinged clones. 

“Let it all go”, he whispered on the chair, stroking his cock fast while watching you melt between the two bodies without a care in the world.

An hour turned to three, you were still at it with the three. Eventually, the one on the chair decided to join the party and fill your third hole. 

All holes plugged, your muffled moans sounded more like begging. Begging to not stop because if they did, the weight of the world would come crashing. 

Even the immune Szayelaporro, who was mercilessly throat fucking your pretty face, had succumb to pleasure and couldn't stop moving his hips. Balls slapping against your chins, a fist full of your hair to lock you in place.  

The room was filthy. The sounds were even filthier. The smell of sex and cum was sure to seep into the furniture and linger in the air for days to come.

“Fuck”. All three came in unison. You were already twitching, not sure if you were having an orgasm or recovering from the previous one. You lost count. So did they. 

The party continued even though the ‘drug’ wore off an hour ago. Was there even a legit drug to begin with? Or was it just a placebo? Those were questions for you to ponder upon later once you are sound of mind. 

Everyone slowly pulled out of your well used holes with an audible pop and a messy splatter. You collapse on the one below you, his wrists bruised and red from the straining cuffs. 

Once you catch your breath, you reach for the key to free the one beneath you. 

But the key didn't work.

“What the hell?”. You fumbled and tried again.

“The key isn't for the cuff, darling”, one of them explained.

“Then what the fuck is it for?”, you asked. 

Szayelaporro, who was supposedly ‘immune’ the entire time, grabbed your hand by the wrist and placed it on his heartless chest.

“A key to my heart”, he said with a straight face, holding your hand firmly against his chest.

Your eyes soften, your heart skipped a beat. The intense sex marathon you just had didn't break you, but this was about to. 

“Wh…what?”, came your breathless gasp. 

It took a few seconds for the dynamic to shift. The three Szayelaporro gave out a manic cry of laughter. 

“You should have seen your face”, the one holding your hand gave you a cocky and mocking smile.

“Oh fuck off!” you spat.

“I don't think your holes can handle another round of that. But if you insist”. The two were stroking their tired angry cocks again to prepare for the second wind. The third one started grinding his hips from below. 

“Hold on! Stop! Put on the breaks. Tell me what the key is for?” you insisted. Your stubbornness has returned. 

He held your hand again, this time the one holding the key. His face was serious, for real this time.

“A key to the gates of hell. Because that is where I am headed”. He leaned forward to whisper into your ears. “And you are coming with me, my love”.

The key was metaphoric— representing freedom and liberation from this world, from your struggles and from your woes.

“Happy Birthday darling. Times three and no more”. 

Tags: @andy-kuramy @my-my-my @koalaoffandoms @r473n

You write my favourite characterization of Aizen. I adore your portrayal of him so much 😍

I have a request, if you'd be so kind to indulge it: I have this image of my mind of being with him the night before Karakura Town- like it's Mass Effect and we're about to jump into hell, and I just hnnng what would it be like? How would he spend those last precious hours of freedom?

Thank you for your kind words and patience!! I can't say I'm familiar with Mass Effect, but last moments? I can certainly do that!

CW: Surgery discussion, mild angst, slightly suggestive, but no smut.

Aizen stares intensely at the monitor. Ichigo and his friends are faring better than he originally planned with the Espada. On one hand - he is disappointed that the Espada lacked the strength to stop Ichigo and his friends, on the other hand, his curiosity grows as Ichigo continues to push himself to his limits.

Yet Aizen wasn't worried. The days were nearing before he would step into Karakura Town, or if it was as he suspected, a fake Karakura Town. Either way, Aizen had planned contingency upon contingency for what may or may not happen.

Though as the days draw near, Aizen mulls over the final touches to his plan. The hogyoku glimmers in the distance as leaves the room.

You stared at the perpetual night sky of Las Noches, the moon gone from its reaches. Your body feels heavy with your anxiety looming over you. It was a mix of anxiety, anticipation... and dread.

The worry that Sosuke wouldn't be succesful - the worry he wouldn't make it out of Las Noches at the rate the human teens were clearing out Las Noches.

The worry that he walks into a trap set by the Gotei 13.

The worry that you would never see him again.

You didn't agree with his methods to usurp the throne of the Soul King, but you also knew you couldn't talk him out of it. This was the only way Sosuke thought would work. And you could only trust in his own belief.

And ever the man with the plan, he ensured that you would be out of harms way once he entered Karakura Town. You would be far, far away from Las Noches, far from the reaches of Karakura Town and Soul Society. Further away from Japan in the World of the Living. If, no when he was successful, he would come for you, whatever way that may be.

You couldn't help but give a wry smile - wouldn't it have been easier to kill you? Sosuke was a peculiar man, with peculiar sentiments - that much you learned as your relationship with him deepened.

Oddly sentimental, and oddly trusting, of only you and Kaname. You wondered about his relationship with Gin sometimes - he almost kept the man at arms length. A thin thread linking the two men together. He never did reveal much about it though, and neither did Gin.

Instead, you and Kaname were trusted to the highest degree. Or at least, as high as a man of Sosuke's cautiousness allowed.

He entrusted you to operate on him - to implant the hogyoku into his chest. It was something you knew Sosuke could do on his own, but maybe - as one final act of trust, he wanted you and Kaname to perform the surgery. You touched his bare chest as you weaved a sedative kaido spell on him - a spell he would never succumb to normally. He had completely let down his guard.

Kaname watched as you cleaned the area for implantation, ensuring Sosuke was breathing normally. You sliced him cleanly as Kaname cleaned the blood from the incision. The hogyoku glimmered faintly.

You knew what to do, Sosuke had walked you through the procedure, had you practice and strengthen your spell casting abilities for this moment, and you had to trust yourself, just as he had trusted you.

You looked back outside, shaking yourself from that memory. Sosuke recovered smoothly, just as he anticipated. And now it was his last night with you, before he left Las Noches and just maybe you once and for all.

The night felt... calm, almost soothing to you. Sosuke indulged your whim to recite poetry. He read to you your favourites across centuries and cultures. Every syllable, pause and rhythm of his voice being seared into your memory.

In return, he wanted your wit, your charm and your thoughts. He would ask for your opinion, your criticisms and your guesses to the meaning behind the poems. The two of you in your own bubble of metaphors and allegories, of your favourite meal and teas.

Why wasn't every night like this?

Sosuke had a way with words, a way with power and a way with you. Why did he have to do this? Why? Why? Why?

Your anxiety was still festering, yet Sosuke looked as calm as ever. His face serene as he sipped his tea, enjoying the warmth it and you provided him.

He looked like a man without a care in the world, with every word spoken with a sense of measure and evenness. He was... relaxed.

He wanted one last thing from you, before you two retired for the night. It made you laugh how with everything going on, with all of his plans, with all of his intricacies and quirks, he yearned for your touch.

And you only wanted to oblige.

It was a surreal night. You took time to kiss him, as he did you. The two of you lost in each other's bodies and your own thoughts, as you seared every kiss, nip and bite to memory. The way his eyes would shutter as you gently bit his ear, the way he would angle his thrust a bit higher as you let out a gutteral moan of his name.

The night felt both long, yet so short. The weariness of your body and the overstimulated mess of nerves of your mind put you straight to sleep, with Sosuke's embrace the last thing you could sear to memory.

Birds were chirping nearby as you began to wake. Birds? Your eyes flew open and a new room greeted you. Sadness washed over you as you longed for Sosuke, but it was now the morning and he was gone.

And the only thing you could do now was to trust him.

Thank you for sending this request and I hope this is what you had in mind!! I wanted to write something with... a dreamy quality to it, but I don't think I conveyed that all that well haha!

It’s the 10th in Japan, so happy birthday to my ex~

✦–professional slacker 🗣️ˎˊ˗ ——–——––--

平子 真子 - Shinji Hirako x reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: sfw // established relationship // Shinji hirako is on break day, so he can do whatever he wants with his princess.

------------- Break day for Captain Hirako means YOU aren't getting any moment of peace.

He’s lounging on the couch with you in his lap—legs spread, arms loose around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he hums some lazy jazz tune. You tried to get up to do literally anything, but nope. Not happening. Shinji has declared this a “no escape from boyfriend duty” kind of day.

“Where you goin’, huh?” he murmurs into your neck, pressing a kiss there and tugging you closer. “Break day means I finally get to harass my princess properly.”

“You mean smother,” you mumble, cheeks warm as his hands slide a little lower under your shirt.

“Tomato, tomahtoo,” he mutters, biting gently your shoulder. “You’re mine today, Name. That’s the rule.”

He ends up carrying you around the house like it’s a royal procession—on his back, in his arms, over the shoulder if you protests too much. He feeds you snacks with ridiculous “Say aaah~” antics, let you wear his big ah shirts, and insists you sit on his lap at all times—kitchen chairs, couch, bed, floor, doesn’t matter.

“You’re warm,” he tells you as an excuse, burying his face in your neck again. “Plus, your thighs are my emotional support pillows.”

if you try to tease him, maybe you'll get a pout —maybe—but it doesn’t last long when his hands are wrapped around you and he's whispering, “My pretty princess... always mine on days like this,”

random extra with ass groping 💔💔----

He’s got that shameless grin on his face - eyes half-lidded, voice low and full of mischief.

One hand stays tucked under his cheek like he’s all innocent, while the other? Firmly cupped over your ass, fingers splayed like it belongs there. Every now and then he gives it a lazy squeeze, like he's checking it’s still his. Spoiler: it is.

“Mmh… y’know,” he mumbles against your belly, lips brushing your skin, “for a princess, you’ve got one hell of a royal ass.”

You roll your eyes, though your breath catches a bit. “Shinji—”

“What?” he grins, lifting his head to look up at you with zero shame. “I’m just appreciating my monarchy.”

He props himself up, still lazily grabbing you, and presses a kiss just above your waistband. “C’mon, princess... after all the pampering, it’s only fair I give my thanks properly.”

“You’re incorrigible,” you laugh, swatting at him—but he only chuckles, letting his hand wander again.

“And yet... you still let me sleep in your lap like a spoiled mutt.”

“Because you are.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You say that like I won’t bite.”

You give him a look.

He smirks wider.

Yeah. You're cooked.

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HE'S SO PRETTY 😩

i died fr 💀

少女S☆ 2

@whitefoxfiction the Shinji you are my first love tag 😭😭😭 i see what you did there

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOML 🩷

🥳 May 10. Happy birthday, Shinji!

The first time….

The faint gasp he unconsciously lets out when he sees you naked for the first time.

The throaty grunt he lets loose when he enters your pussy for the first time.

The involuntary groan that escapes his lips when you climax and clamp down his length for the first time.

The uncontrollable string of moans and chants that spill out with his cum, coating your walls with his warm thick seed for the first time.

The audible breaths against your ears, his warm cheeks pressed against yours as he recovers from his first release inside you.

the flirting before the deed tho 👀👀👀

@darthwhorecrux literally just this man (Link to amazing Twitter artist and all their Bleach sketches):

in this:

I'm so writing this and tagging you, promise.

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you deserve this award on all counts💚

oh my sweet YOU are beautiful 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 <3

EEEEEEK 🤩🤩🤩🤩

Main Event Post.

June 27 is pick a Kink and Tropes day!

I have a little list below. I'll keep adding on as more come to mind but do offer any suggestions.

Have some fun. Pick your own. Have someone pick for you. Use a random generator and see what you get!!!

Tell us what you get or SURPRISE us!

KiNKs

Asphyxiation/Choking

Breeding

Group Orgy

Knotting

Degradation/Humiliation

Edging

Face Sitting

Impact Play

BDSM

Leash and collar

Overstimulation

Public Sex

Cock warming

Threesome

Double Penetration

Hair Pulling

Age Gap

Handcuffs

Biting

Role playing

Virgin (reader or character

Pegging

Sleepy sex

Web cam

Daddy kink

Lingerie

Oral fixation

Toys

Car sex

Dry humping

Sex machine

Size kink

Praise kink

Tropes

Fake Dating

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Forbidden Love

Arranged Marriage

Love Triangle

One Bed

Slow Burn

Memory Loss/Amnesia

Secret Identity

Secret Admirer

Second Chance Romance

Opposites attract

Secret Relationship

Accidental confession

Bickering Lovers

Power Couple

Friends with Benefits and stay as friends

Friends with Benefits turn to lovers

Soulmates

Office Siren Nelliel 👠

it literally just keeps getting worse :/ i'm so tired

i feel like i haven't had ANY time to indulge in any of my hobbies lately and im STARTING TO GET CRANKY !!! HMPH HMPH

The absolute devotion I could give him. Fuck.

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you're such a sweetie 😭😭😭 <3 NO U

thank you for the tag @whitefoxfiction 🫶🏼 these are always so fun to do and to read others' :)

favorite color ꕀ pink, green, yellow, purple

last song ꕀ loser by julia wolf (been my mf JAM)

currently reading ꕀ Mary Magdalene Revealed by Meggan Watterson, A Beautiful Couple by Leslie Wolfe, and Sunrise on the Reaping by Suzanne Collins

currently watching ꕀ not really anything atm...been watching sex and the city on and off but can't remember when i watched it last

currently craving ꕀ all kinds of sweets 😩

coffee or tea ꕀ i get random cravings for tea every once in awhile but i am a coffee girly through and through

no pressure tags: @soprawrites @shinjisimp @kennys-partner @j-u-u-z-o @kenpachissluut

get to know your moots tag game ! ✶ answer the questions, then tag six people

favorite color ꕀ green and brown last song ꕀ tú by maye currently reading ꕀ the luminaries by susan dennard currently watching ꕀ the great british baking show currently craving ꕀ massaman curry. like always. and like. alcohol and a couple cigs HAHA. a break too :P coffee or tea ꕀ always tea! i don't like coffee

ty for the tag @saltcxrcle ! tagging: @lelapine @toadspondofwhimsy @outof-spite @h0neyst4rz @hhoneylemon @our-lady-of-venom

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.”

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

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

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

This is part 1 of 2.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I- What?!?” you squeaked.

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

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

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

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

“The fuck? You think I wasn’t?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PART TWO!

i feel like i haven't had ANY time to indulge in any of my hobbies lately and im STARTING TO GET CRANKY !!! HMPH HMPH

That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?