#bleach Grimmjow x reader

[actuallysaiyan]

4 and/or 10 with Grimmjow? 👉🏻👈🏻

Having to take care of Grimmjow wasn't your ideal plans, but your friend Ichigo practically begged you to do so. Grimmjow was interesting...to say the least.

He was a loudmouth and annoying and callous. He didn't make for a good roommate. Most times he annoyed you to no end. But you found yourself attracted to him regardless of his arrogant nature. He enjoys being in the human world just a little too much as well.

He flaunts himself in front of women and men alike, showing off and making himself seem like God's gift to everyone. He treats you like you're beneath him every single chance he gets. But when he smirks at you and winks at you, you turn into a puddle. You can't help the urges that grow deep inside of you.

"My, my..." he teases you one night. "You seem tense,"

You roll your eyes as you try to finish up the dishes, "Not now, Grimmjow."

He's practically purring as he approaches you. His face gently nuzzles in the crook of your neck. "Ahhh but you never have time for me."

It takes you a few seconds to understand what's going on. Was he truly trying to get under your skin like this? Was it a prank? Was it a ruse? Or did he finally figure out just how much you like him? He grins at you mischievously. Soon, you're pouncing on him and kissing him.

"Oh you like that, huh?" he inquires, one eyebrow cocked.

It takes so little time for you to push him into your bedroom, straddling him on the bed. He's enjoying the fact that he's pushed your buttons one too many times. In reality, he was wondering when you'd come around and finally make the first move. But it looks like he had to toy with you just a little more.

"Playing rough with me, huh?" Grimmjow asks, his voice a little more breathless.

You smirk, "Oh please. You'd have to beg me to get rougher than this."

This makes Grimmjow laugh. Your brows furrow at the sudden mockery he's making out of you. But soon he's got you pinned under him, his lips on yours. Neither of you seem to be able to pull away for a while, melting into this newfound intimacy.

"Make me beg for it." Grimmjow growls softly.

[shadowsnlace]

Heyo! This is the same person that asked if headcanon request are open :). I wanted to ask if you can make a NSFW headcanon where grimmjow figures out what a vibrator is and decides to use it on his S/O

I saw this and started snickering because I could see him so clearly in my head. So, I had to do a scenario instead of headcanons because I had to do it justice. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!

Note: Remember that look in the picture above, it is a great visual aid for what follows....

Smut so it goes below the cut. ;)

"Come On, It'll Be Fun" Grimmjow x Fem!Reader

by ShadowsNLace

You really needed a shower after the day you'd had. Work had really soured your mood and all you wanted was to stand under a hot spray of water to burn away the growling grumps you'd accumulated. Unfortunately, your boyfriend didn't take too kindly to being told that he was not invited to join you, especially since he was naked and ready for some fun in the shower. In fact, Grimmjow seemed to take your grumps and upped the ante to snarling, pouty huffs as he reluctantly left to let you shower alone.

Mistake No. 1 - Leaving Grimmjow alone in your bedroom pissed off and contemplating some form of revenge to exact on you once you came out of that shower.

Mistake No. 2 - Not hiding your "intimate" toys better.

Ever curious and quickly bored, Grimmjow began going through your room. He'd never really paid too much attention anything beyond the evil bottles on the vanity that you referred to as "perfume." He'd tried on several occasions to sneak one into the trash bin but you'd always find them and return them. He never would understand why you wanted to cover up your natural scent when it was so damn intoxicating to him.

The vanity didn't hold much mystery for him. He'd laid in bed many times and watched you prepare for your day by applying makeup.

He checked the nightstand: A book, a half-empty cup of tea, a pair of earrings, and the alarm clock that he'd had to buy for you after throwing yours against the wall the first night he'd slept over.

His eyes fell on the drawer of the nightstand. Oh-ho, what's this? I didn't know there was a hidden compartment here...

As the drawer opened his eyes, so quick to spot prey, quickly fell on a rather large object that looked like a penis and it was just laying there in the drawer daring him to touch it. Why does she have a cock in her drawer? His eyes narrowed as he turned to cast a look toward the bathroom door, a grin creasing his face. "Hey, babe, you gonna be in there all night or what?" He now had a weapon and couldn't wait to use it.

"I'll be out in a few minutes! Why don't you stretch out on the bed and relax?"

He reached for the object...something didn't feel right and he dropped it almost immediately causing a loud clatter when it hit the drawer. He scrambled to grab it and shut the drawer, hoping you hadn't heard the commotion.

"Grimm? Are you all right? What was that noise?"

Shit! "Uh, nothing, just knocked the tea cup off the nightstand."

You sighed, damn his temper, "I thought we talked about the cat compulsions --"

He interrupted, "It was an accident!"

You turned off the water and grabbed a towel. "Yeah, 'accident'" you walked into the bedroom to continue the scolding but froze when you saw him standing only a few feet away with your dildo in his hand. Shit!

"Why do you have a fake cock in your drawer? And why the hell is it purple?"

Heat crept up your neck so fast you felt like your hair was going to catch flame. "Why were you going through my stuff?" You made a grab for it but he held it up out of your reach.

"I asked first. No answering a question with a question, your rule, remember?" The look of near-triumph in his eyes would have made you giggle if he hadn't been holding your purple Pussy Pleaser up like an offering to the gods.

This situation wasn't going to magically go away. Best to just explain it to him and hope he gave it back. "It's called a dildo. Some people use them for sexual gratification."

He brought it to eye level to give it a closer look. "This thing? Babe, you've got me, I'm bigger than this," he gave you a sweet grin, "and I'm real, not weird like whatever this thing is made of." He sniffed it and you nearly spit out a laugh at the look of disgust. "Ugh! It smells horrible! I've smelled death pits in Heuco Mundo that smell better."

"I only use that when you're not around." You gave him a look of affection, "No sex toy could ever make me feel as good as you do. It's just something to ease the ache until I can have you." You smiled, "And, well, there is one function it has that you don't."

"Oh, really?"

"Push that button."

He did and it roared to life. Startled, he nearly dropped it again. "What the fuck?!" The astonishment was rapidly replaced with a wicked grin, "I need to see this in action."

You shook your head, "No way. You're not using that on me."

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun."

You started to back away, "I -- I ---"

He caught your wrist, whirled you onto the bed and crawled on top of you. "I promise, I'll be gentle."

"Honey, 'gentle' isn't in your nature. I don't want to have to explain to an ER doctor why I have half of a broken sex toy stuck in my cooch."

He cast a dubious look at the toy, "Do these things really break so easily?"

"I don't know but if anyone can it will be you."

"How about if you show me how you use it?" He just wanted you naked and doing something he'd never seen before. This could very well be a kinky experience and he wasn't going to miss out. He pulled the towel out of your hand exposing your body before sliding his bare chest against yours. His lips hovered over yours, voice husky, sultry, "The King will bend to your will. Show me." He moved to lay across the foot of your bed for the best place to view you.

Damn his hide, he knew just how to make your belly flutter and your core ache. Worst of all you knew the sensations would be pleasing and that having him watch you had been one of your fantasies. "OK." you couldn't believe the words were leaving your mouth. "you can watch."

Grimmjow's eyes were riveted to your hands as you took the toy and spread your legs. As always the sight of your welcoming, tender flesh sent his desire soaring. He licked his lips, wishing for a fleeting moment that his tongue was about to be caressing those lips instead of that purple thing.

He watched closely as you got a bottle of clear gel out of the drawer. "What is that?"

You popped the cap, "It's lubricant. I can't just stick it in. The material needs to be slick." A few drops on the tip then a finger to work the lube down the length and you were ready to start.

You watched Grimmjow's eyes grow wide in proportion to his grin as you rubbed the purple cock over your clit to get your desire climbing. Your face and chest felt flushed. You couldn't believe you were letting him watch you do this. His look of complete fascination made you feel bolder. Then, you slid the dildo inside of you and Grimmjow went stone still, the look of a predator about to pounce on prey was written all over his face. He watched every stroke you made, heard every huff of breath that increased little by little as the pleasure began to take over.

He inched toward you, eyes flicking from your eyes to your hands and the toy, waiting for you to tell him to stop or allow him to get closer. He laid his head against your inner thigh, one hand lowering to stroke his cock. "Fuck, babe, this is so hot." He nipped lightly at your skin, enjoying your flinch and soft moan that followed.

You kept a slow pace, then you pushed the button for vibrate. A deep groan, a slight arch in your lower back as the pleasure radiated throughout your pelvis. Grimmjow growled in response. You saw his face and knew how much control he was exerting to keep himself still. "Give me your hand," your voice was breathy. He stopped stroking himself and let you guide his hand to the toy. "Just remember, not too hard." You let your hand fall away, allowing him to take over.

He took over stroking the vibrating toy in and out of you. After a few strokes to gauge the feel and function, he shifted to prop over you and use his other hand to push your folds open over your clit. A deep growl was all you heard before he lowered this head and gently sucked your clit.

Your whole body bucked, "Oh my god!" The feeling of full penetration and Grimm's lips on your clit was new.

"Mmmmmm," he purred into your flesh.

You moaned so loud you drowned out the sound of the vibrator. You were wrong, Grimmjow definitely came with a vibration function!

Grimmjow chuckled, swirled his tongue around your clit before looking up at you with a grin. "I had a feeling you'd like that."

"More. More now, my king!" You wanted that sensation again.

He smiled, his voice sinful and silky, "As my queen commands." His mouth returned to the task.

Lick. Lick. Stroke. Suck. Purr. Lick. Lick. Lick. Purr. Stroke. Stroke. Suck.....Grimmjow kept varying the rhythm keeping you suspended in a never-ending maelstrom of ecstasy that seemed like it would go on forever. He went on and on until your thighs began trembling. You were about to cum and he knew it. He increased the pressure of this tongue and lips, leaning against you enough to keep your legs spread wide enough for him to keep going until you were spent.

"Grimm-j-jow...please..." Your hitching pants garbled the words.

He lifted his head, "Did you say something?"

Your eyes pinned his, "Get rid of the toy, I need you now."

No hesitation. All you saw was a purple blur flung over his shoulder. He said nothing as he moved over you, pulling your legs up. Firm, hot flesh replaced the vibrator. Sinking deep, he growled as his lips captured yours. Tongue delving deep into all the soft recesses of your mouth, he set a pace that had you halfway to another orgasm.

Nothing was more sexy than watching Grimmjow as his gorgeous body sent you to the heights of pleasure. But, what always sent you over the edge was his passion. He was wild for you and it was in every move, every kiss, every growl, pant, and moan.

He held you tight, moving so fast. His mouth was on your neck, teeth scraping at your skin. Your mouth was near his ear: words, moans, unnameable sounds spilling out. You were way past any control over your body. Grimmjow was practically a force of nature and the orgasms wouldn't stop until he stopped.

You were beginning to feel tingling throughout your body like all your nerves had tuned into the same frequency when Grimm went stiff for a few seconds buried deep inside you. You heard him grit "Fuck" against your neck then a few more jerky thrusts wrung growling grunts from him.

He turned his head to kiss your face. His cock was still deep inside you, throbbing and sending pulses of pleasure. You could tell from the sound of his pants that he was smiling. You opened your eyes to confirm it. He kissed your lips, "See, I told you it would be fun."

You chuckled, "Yes, you were right."

He slipped out of you, shifting to stretch out next to you. "You never answered my question."

Your brows furrowed, "Which one?"

"Why is that thing," (you knew he'd never refer to the dildo any other way, ever) "purple?"

"Because I like purple."

He looked thoughtful, ran a hand through his lush blue locks of hair, "Do they make them in blue?"

You started laughing, reaching over to stroke his uniquely beautiful hair, "Nothing compares to the blue one I already have...you."

[aizenswhore]

His lap is your throne.

There are things you need to understand. Just like you gradually learn how to walk, when you are a toddler, there are just some small habits you need to learn when you are an adult. He needs you. You need to get this concept into your head. You have to worship him, to let admiration and devotion drip from your eyes and mouth as you walk towards him in that cute like skirt that drives him crazy.

You perfectly know what you do to him and with that comes the depraved hunger of being ruined by him over and over again. Your eyes lock, a demanding glare shimmering in his eyes, as he waits patiently for you to take your seat on your throne. You do, eventually, unbuckling his belt and freeing his bulge from the tight boxers he is wearing underneath.

He reaches his hand up, underneath your skirt, his fingers gliding down your slit as he notes you are not wearing any panties. No words are shared, he grips your hips and allows you to sink down onto his hard shaft. A strained moan leave your lips. No matter how many times you have done it, the sensation is always going to be the same. The stretch, it drives you mad. Your hands settle onto his shoulders, balancing yourself as you finally adjust to the intrusion.

“Welcome back to your throne, baby” he whispers in your ear, as you slowly begin to ride him.

Your moans fill the air, echoes of your skin slapping together making you remember how much you crave him, how deeply you want him to stretch you out like that, and how badly you wish to feel his cum fill you up until it drips down your thighs. Why? Because, after all, you know that his lap is your throne. No one will ever ride him as you do and no one will ever possess your body and soul as he does.

And, as your inner walls clamp down onto him, your head lolling back as a strained moan leave your lips, this much you know: you will ride him until your legs will work.

GETO SUGURU, GOJO SATORU, RYOMEN SUKUNA, AIZEN SOSUKE, GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ, DRACULE MIHAWK, SHANKS, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA, NANAMI KENTO, JUGRAM HASCHWALTH, CROCODILE, DOUMA.

credits for the banner: @cafekitsune

main account: @muzansfangs

[b4nka1]

nsfw : breeding, breakups, cockwarming.

MEN who ever so casually tell everyone you're their best friend, swinging an arm around your shoulder as you spoke to others.

MEN who know it isn't right. you have a boyfriend, they shouldn't be feeling this way towards you. they're just a friend to you, nothing more than that.

MEN who shamelessly admit to their friends that they like you, but since you have a boyfriend they hold themselves back.

MEN who let you cry into their shoulder as you keep telling them how much of an asshole your ex was, how he cheated on you, and how much he'd taunted you.

MEN who shameless pound into your sloppy cunt, to make you forget about the ex who wasn't so worth it. they drill into your cunt so perfectly, showing you who is more worth your love and affection.

MEN who stuff you full of their cum, until your tiny hole is leaking of his seed.

MEN who scoop up that dripping cum with their fingers amd shove it back into you, moaning at the way your gummy walls are sucking his fingers in even more.

MEN who kiss your forehead goodnight, as you're still sticky and hot down there, with his dick shoved into you sp you don't spill any of his cum out in your sleep.

MEN who treat you like an absolute goddess once they find out you're pregnant with his child, ready to kill whoever comes in his way.

✩✩✩✩

toji, sukuna, miguel, hobie, gojo, kakyoin, shiu, nanami, geto, hakari, polnareff, reiner, eren, ichigo, grimmjow, starrk .

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© 2023 @b4nka1 ;; do not imitate.

[seneon]

"fuck your boyfriend, he a bitch." boyfriend referring to your 6 year old stinky plushie that you sleep with which hasn't been washed in months. probably even years. he's just jealous because your "male" plushie gets to be cuddled by you and not him. he calls your cute little plushie 'a bitch' because he absolutely despises the unalive creature. everytime he sees you holding the toy, he'd say "i think it's time you switch." switch what? switch the plush with him.

reo, dot, renji, otoya, denji, orter, grimmjow, ikkaku, kaldo, yoshida, wirth, kishibe, slursagi, rin, sae, katsuki, hitoshi, dabi. additionally the uchiha + senju clan boys.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[sukun4scumdump]

18+, visual content, mdni - p!link included.

He jerking his cock violently, on the verge to cum while you just stand in front of him, whining and begging to either touch his cock or be touched. He grunts when he sees your pouty little expression, your plump lower lip jutting out which turned him in even more. He's fisting his dick harder now, hips jerking to meet the pace of his hands. His other hand swiftly tugs the hem of your panties as he cums into them, watching his thick, translucent send drip onto your folds and clit. With a smile on his face he lets go, patting your sweet, aching and throbbing cunny through your panties, giving you a quick kiss.

"My cum dumpster will take such good care of my load, I know."

satoru, toji, kento, eren, jean, ichigo, renji, grimmjow, sukuna, obito, simon, hiromi, gintoki, light, miguel, your faves >~<

© 2024 @sukun4scumdump . do not copy, imitate or plagiarize. all content is purely an imagination, except for characters and universes .

[callisto-corner]

BEAR HUG | Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Synopsis: Nothing better than a man that just loves you and your pussy

Warning: fem! reader, Creampie ,squirting, marking, rough, overstimulation,

Every time Grimmjow fucked you, it felt like your first time all over again—a mix of exhilaration as he watched your thighs shake.

He shamefully marks your skin, various shades of purple, decorating you like a finishing portrait, as you slowly fell apart beneath him. Each thrust coordinated with his hands, expertly tilting the curve of your lower back to take him deeper that has you slipping away, reality slipped away, leaving you teetering on the edge of becoming a fuck doll.

Thoughts became scattered, barely coherent, spilling out of you into soft babbles of pleasure, as your mind succumbed to his intoxicating rhythm. He was big, and he knew he was. He leaned back watching how your pussy squeezed him, hugging him, begging him for your release. He knew just how to push you, past the limits and how to make you feel every inch of him.

He flipped you onto your back, your arms clearly loosing the strength to hold your self up. You caught sight of that devilish grin on his lips and he now had a perfect view of your expressions.

It was far too late to feel embarrassed now, yet you still try to hide under your fore arm. His gaze on you sent your stomach into swirls, then you felt the warm, wet glide of his tongue against your skin. He licked the marks he’d left, suckling on one spot until it bloomed into a deep hue, mirroring the vibrant purples adorning your ass and inner thighs. Each kiss felt electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you, reminding you just how much you craved him.

As he continued his relentless pace, your breaths came in ragged gasps, each thrust erasing the boundaries between pleasure and pain, drawing you closer to a point of bliss where everything else faded away.

A low chuckle escaped his lips. "Oh, you like that, don’t you?" His voice was gravelly, teasing as his hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you down any net movements. His fingers traced down your arms slowly, teasingly, before gripping your wrists and pulling them toward him.

You could feel the tension in your body winding tight. This position carefully planned. The next thrust sending a wave of sensation that hit you hard, stealing your breath. He slowed down, However, never gave you a chance to recover after each deep stroke sending a fresh surge through your body, your mind foggy.

“Stay still,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. One arm pressed against your lower stomach, thrashing a bit to nothing as you try to move his hand . His other hand captured your useless endeavors to remove it and freeing yourself from his hold you latch onto his arm.

His movements became more deliberate, each press of his hand and his dick pressing at the deepest parts of you pushed you closer to the edge. The intensity rising with every second. The sensations felt overwhelming, like every nerve was raw and exposed. Shameful sounds slipped from your lips, but you couldn’t hold them back, couldn’t control anything—not your body, not the way it responded to him.

His hand on your stomach pressed firmly, teasing out another wave of pleasure. Your breathing hitched, body trembling as something deeper stirred inside, a strange mix of pleasure and unease. You thrashed lightly in his arms, your voice breaking. “Wait,” you whispered, a rush of confusion mixing with the panic. “I… I feel weird.”

Grimmjow's lips curled into a cocky smirk. His pace gathered a rhythm. The pressure on your lower stomach stayed firm as his hips snapped forward, unrelenting. “You mean you feel good,” he cooed.

He didn’t give you time to respond. His movements became more intense, a rough rhythm that left you gasping. Each thrust sent a jolt of sensation through you, but that uneasy feeling still lingered, blurring the lines between what your body wanted and what your mind was telling you. His breath was hot against your neck as he growled, “You can’t hide it.”

Your fingers gripped at his arms, trying to ground yourself, but it felt like everything was spinning out of control. The panic was still there, mingling with the pleasure, but he wasn’t letting up. “Grimmjow—” you started, but he cut you off with another powerful thrust, his grip tightening as if to claim you, your words swallowed by a gasp.

His pace was unforgiving, the pressure in your lower abdomen tightening with each thrust. You could feel yourself nearing the edge, that strange, overwhelming build-up pushing you past the point of control. “Grimmjow, wait—” but the words barely left your mouth before your body gave in completely and everything snapped at once.

A sudden rush overtook you, a sharp gasp escaping as your body convulsed, and you felt the warm flood between your legs, uncontrollable and violent. Your muscles tensed, thrashing against him as your release soaked both of you, and the sensation was so overwhelming, it left you trembling, your mind reeling.

Grimmjow’s body stilled, his eyes narrowing as he was registering the sight before him. It didn't stop until he pulled out, his head dipped slightly, looking between your bodies, then back up at you with a slow, wicked grin. “Oh, you’re full of surprises,” he rasped. The gleam in his eyes was almost predatory, a mix of amusement and satisfaction.

Before you could catch your breath, his grip on your stomach tightened, holding you in place. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear. “You wanna show me again?” he murmured, his voice laced with smugness. His hips slowly pressed forward again, harder this time, as if your reaction had set something off in him. “one more time, yeah?”

Your body was still trembling, hyper-sensitive from the intense release, and every thrust felt more overwhelming than the last. You could barely form a coherent thought, your mind clouded by the rush of sensations flooding through you. His rhythm quickened, each movement sending shockwaves through your already shaking body, and the mixture of pleasure and overstimulation was dizzying.

“Feel weird, huh?” he growled, his breath hot against your skin. “Feels like you can’t handle it.” His tone was teasing, almost mocking, but beneath it, there was something darker, more possessive.

You gasped, gripping onto him, barely able to keep up with the relentless pace. “Grimmjow—” you tried to speak, but the words dissolved into another breathless moan as he drove into you again, harder, refusing to let you escape the intensity of the moment.

“That’s it,” he cooed, watching the way your body reacted, almost possessive in his movements. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel everything.”

[electronicwitchcollection]

~*How they kiss*~

edited: I added Byakuya 🩵

Shinji

Shinji kisses you dirtily. Not one for chaste brushing of lips or quick, soft presses of your mouths, no, Shinj wants devour every single crevace of your mouth. His tongue will drag across your own, twirling and manipulating your tongue in ways you never knew it could bend. He'd memorise the very shape and placement of your teeth, extract your taste from your mouth until it over powers his own. He pushes into the kiss, invading your space and pushing you off balance, keeping you pinned flush againt his body until hes the only thing you can feel. His hands would wonder and explore, grabbing, pinching, squeezing anything he can get hold of, just to taste your sweet moans. It would be hot and heavy, a far cry from what would be considered acceptable PDA. He would be vocal, groaning and grunting into your mouth, hips rolling into you to let you feel just how much he wants you.

Gin

The way Gin kisses can only be described as torturous. Gin would keep you waiting, until you were needy and desperate and then he would make you wait some more. He'd ghost his lips over yours, his breath tickling the sensitive skin, tingling with the the taunt of what could be. He'd lean in, keeping you on the edge before averting to your ear, a sly grin on his lips when he hears your breath catch in your throat at the denial. You can hear the amusement in his tone, so intertwined with the almost cruel satisfaction as he whispers in your ear..  "I don' think ya desperate enough yet..". When he finally, after begging, pleading, bribing, kisses you, it would just be the next step of sweet torture. He would kiss you excruciating slow, bearly there pressure moulding your lips together. He would move away if you tried to take any control, making your start his torturous dance all over again. He would slide his tongue into your mouth only a fraction, giving you only a sliver of what you crave, building up slowly. He'd give you only a moment of everything this has been building up to before pulling away, leaving you desperately wanting more.

Shunsui

Consumingly. Shunsui kisses like he does everything else. Languid, lazy, unhurried and savoured. He takes the time to throughly enjoy and experience every facet of kissing you. While the kiss isnt outwardly passionate or ravenous.. you cant help but feel completely consumed by him and his ownership of the kiss. Shunsui's fingers trail softly over your curves, lovingly memorising every flawless imperfection on your body. He tilts your head up to meet him with a gentle yet confident finger under your chin, thumb brushing tantilisingly slow over your bottom lip. When he leans down and captures your lips with his own, your sences are consumed by him. The softness of his lips contrasting against the slight scratch of his beard. The floral smell that clings to his clothes, almost transporting you to a field of wild flowers on a summers day. The heat of his body slowly sinking into your own, relaxing you fully into his embrace. His sake infused breath would mingle with your own as he parts your lips, slowly caressing your tongue with his. Shunsui plays with varying pressures, tilting your head this way and that to ensure he consumes every ounce of pleasure from you. He exubes a lazy confidence, knowing exactly how to make you melt and surrender to him completely

Urahara

Urahara kisses you teasingly. He'd kiss his way up your neck, grinning into your skin as he feels your pulse quicken. Changing up between firm presses and barely there brushes, nipping and grazing his lip against you. He would look down at you with mischief in his eyes, teasingly getting closer to your lips, before turning your head and tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. He'd chuckle darkly at your impatient huff.. "you're cute when you pout.."  he'd husk in your ear, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you flush against him. His other hand would cup your jaw, tilting your head up to take in your frustrated look. Leaning in again, he'd flick the tip of his tongue over your lip, grinning cockily as he pulls away... "Beg for it.." . When you break, whining and fisting his top in your hands, "Kisuke...please..."  .. he'd lower his head back to your lips, moving back slightly to make you groan, smirking before whispering "good girl.."  When Kisuke finaly kisses you, its perfectly constructed to drive you wild. Pressing his lips against yours, hand squeezing your ass, he'd run his tongue over your bottom lip, playfully backing away when you part them. The corners of his mouth would turn up in a smirk, letting you chase him before surging forward and claiming your mouth. He'd groan when your tongues meet, greedily tasting you, working himself just as much as you with his teasing.

Grimmjow

Grimmjow kisses you hungrily.. possessively. You are his and he will take what he wants from you. Grimmjow doesn't waste time with teasing or playful kisses. Dosen't do soft caresses or lingering touches. Grimmjow is hungry for you and he is going to devour you. He'd grip you, fingers pawing at your hips or ass as he held you prisoner in his grasp, leaving you no chance of escaping until he was fully sated and satisfied. Grimmjow would wrap his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to prove his ownership, keeping you exactly where he wants you as he slams his lips into yours. Sharp teeth would nip at your lip, demanding entrance, tongue forcing its way through if you took too long for his liking. Grimmjow would growl into the kiss, tongue battling with yours, forcing your submission. He would greedily lap up your taste,  tongue rolling over your own again and again, parting only when his chest burned for oxygen. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both left panting. He keeps you close, your hot breath mixing together, eyes taking in your lips, plump and swollen, parted with drsperate breaths.. looking so wrecked from just his kiss.. he'd growl "mine"

Ukitake

Ukitake would kiss you tenderly. Soft touches and gentle caresses is the only way this man would touch you. You are precious to him, the love of his life and he couldn't imagine touching you with anything other than delicate, tender touches. He would cup your cheek, sming down at you with adoration as he places a loving kiss on your forehead. He would let his lips linger, savouring the sweet genture. His eyes closing to fully take in the way his lips press into your forhead, breathing in the warm scent of your shampoo. Pulling back he would rub gos thumb gently over your cheek, so soft and smooth. Intertwining his othe hand with yours, Jushiro would bring them up to his lips, curved in a soft smile. He'd plant gentle kisses to each of your fingers, eyes locked onto yours for every one. Taking a step closer, he would angle your face up to his, eyes slowly taking in every feature of your face. He would tilt his head, pressing his lips to yours. Lingering together, holding onto the connection for as long as he could. Jushiro would press his forhead into yours, embracing the quiet, intimate moment. 

Kensei

Kensei would kiss you completely. Kensei is very much a 'if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right' kind of man and kissing you is no different. When he kisses you, he kisses you thoroughly. There will not be a single doubt in your mind that he has kissed you as good as he could've. Kensei would run his fingers through your hair, fisting it just above the nape of your neck and manipulate you to the perfect angle. Hand covering your hip, he would hold onto you protectivly, pressing his lips firmly against yours. He would kiss your top lip softly before kissing your bottom lip harder. Tugging your hair slightly in a silent command to open your mouth, Kensei would tilt his head to fit against you seamlessly. He would start out slowly, savouring the feel and taste of your tongue swirling around his own. With a grunt Kensei would pull you closer, deepening the kiss, leaving no part of your mouth without his attention. He would loosen his hold on your hair, gently cupping the back of your neck as he slows down the kiss. Leaving you feeling fully and completely kissed. 

Byakuya 

Byakuya kisses you like it’s the last time. Byakuya knows the pain of loosing the one you love, the heartache of knowing what that last kiss feels like. When he kisses you, he kisses you with everything. He would cup your cheek gently, tilting your head up just right to be able to look deep in your eyes. He would brush your hair behind your ear and  lower his lips to yours, pouring all his love and affection into the soft kiss. Not leaving you any doubt just how much this man adores you. Byakuya would pull you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as he deepens the kiss. Gently coaxing your lips apart and sensually brushing his tongue against yours. Committing to memory your taste, the feel of you, your scent. When you part he’d keep you close, breaths mingling between you as you steady your breathing, before resting his forehead against yours. 

[sunshineszn]

The ex that keeps calling your new boyfriend a bum and is lowkey waiting for him to mess up. So when he spots your new man that you seem to love oh so much cosied up with some random woman at a bar he frequents, he can't help but sneak a picture or two and "accidentally" sends the attachments to you followed by a message about how that never was and could never be him...but hey he's just sayin'

Aomine, Eren, Connie, Grimmjow, Gojo (let's just pretend he drinks okay), Geto, Ace, Toji, Worick, Sanemi, Obanai, Benimaru, Baji (most tokyo rev characters tbh lol) Tsukishima, Kuroo etc.

Doflamingo too if he's feeling petty.

[master-muffinn]

Bleach: sitting on their lap in public headcanons

With Ichigo, Renji, Grimmjow and Yoruichi. x reader

Ichigo:

 🍓 I feel like Ichigo would be more fine with you sitting on his lap in a semi-public place, like at the park, library, waiting for the bus/train outside the city or if you are out in the evening together.

 🍓 If it’s too many people around it would be too much and he doesn't like the stares and the whispering!

 🍓 Of course he wouldn't accept it until you have been together for a couple of months at the very least. And you will most likely be the one starting it. Ichigo will be blushing quite a lot in the beginning but be more comfortable after every time. 

 🍓 He would prefer to not do it infront of his friends either, because they probably would make fun of him and that would make him even more embarrassed, but as we know, Ichigo wouldn't exactly let it slide either. 

“Renji, you are just jealous because you are still single!” 

“HUH?! I’M NOT!!” 

 🍓 However Ichigo prefers to be home alone with you and cuddle together without staring, judging eyes. 

Renji:

 🍍 This boy has been watching way too many series and movies by now. Taking inspiration from different romance shows and adding it to your relationship so that he can be more romantic and be the best boyfriend there is! 

 🍍 I can see him being the one who straight out asks you about it when you two are watching movies together and then regret it because it sounded so stupid! 

 🍍 If you accept it, Renji will be so nervous and awkward and be blushing the whole time. He’ll be wondering if you can hear his fast going heartbeat through his chest. ‘Why does it look so easy in the movies???’ If you start talking about the movie later he will have no idea what youre are talking about.

 🍍 Renji would also be more fine with semi-public places while being awkward and blushing most of the time even after doing it for months. He would rather have you on his lap in privacy and cuddle. Then you can have all his attention and no one would disturb you. ;) 

 🍍 If you were sitting on Renji's lap in a semi-public place and his friends would see you two like that, teasing would have a great effect on Renji at that moment.

“SHUT UP ICHIGO!! NOBODY ASKED FOR YOUR OPTION!!” 

“Geez Renji, y/n will go deaf if you scream like that”

Grimmjow:

 😾 This boy is a little complicated. You sitting on his lap is both prideful and embarrassing. He wants you to sit on his lap in the public and show off his amazing s/o and that they are obviously taken. But at the same time he’ll want you all by himself ALONE with no prying eyes. 

 😾 It’s the same with Grimmjow, you’ll have to be the one to start sitting down on his lap first, after that he’ll be the one who will grab you the most. He’ll find your physical affection very comfortable and calming. 

😾 Romance and relationship in general is something he is lacking, which is something he gets to experience and learn more and more with you. In the beginning he probably wouldn't be too fine to be lovey dovey in public, then it would be embarrassing. But the longer you are together the more pride and love he takes in you and your relationship so later on you can basically sit on his lap whenever you want and wherever you want, unless he’s out and fighting or training. Grimmjow will be happy either way and he won't take peoples crap either!

Yoruichi:

🐾 Yoruichi is literally a cat. She has been sitting on your lap in her cat form long before you have been in a relationship. So of course it’s no big deal! 

🐾 It doesn't really matter when or where, as long as she gets your attention and affection, but don’t forget to let her sit in your arms too! Yoruichi loves both and people who staring doesn't affect her. 

“Y/n what we do is none of other people’s business, just ignore them okay?”

🐾 Yoruichi wouldn't mind sitting with you in front of her friends either. Kiskue and the others wouldn't judge. Everyone in that shop is so used to your relationship by now. 

🐾 But don’t forget that Yoruichi also has a lot of energy and likes to mess with people and prank them, so watch out! Like that time when she was sitting in Byakuya's garden with you in her lap and was making out with you in front of him just to get a reaction. Byakuya was not happy.

“You are a disgrace…Leave immediately!”

“What? Are you uncomfortable? Or just jealous, hmm?” 

“...Bankai, senbonzakura..”

Thank you for reading! If liked, please reblog! 💖 Have a good day!

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[timetravellingshinigami]

Do ever wonder if Ichigo gets mild PTSD during cherry blossom season?

*sound on btw

Also, still can't get over someone on Twitter said she "be running through that topless" 😭😭😭 I completely understand btw.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Ichigo and Grimmjow learning that their s/o managed to survive a dangerous situation without a single scratch?

Ichigo watched the great stone wall collapse under its own weight, once the beam from the Sternritter had pierced it’s hull. It would have been pretty cool, if it didn’t mean that their defenses were down and last he knew [Y/N] was standing right there!

“[Y/N]!” He called out, even though he was all the way on the other side of the battlefield.

Ichigo cut through his opponent and sprinted over to the scene where the dust was settling. Frantically scanning the rumble for some sign of his partner, but woefully optimistic in hoping he wouldn’t find anything. “Phew! That was close!”

The Shinigami turned and saw [Y/N] a few yards away from him. Unscathed, perfectly fine, and examining the rumble like him with a much less panicked look. “[Y/N]! You’re alright! How did you avoid the attack??”

“Oh. Well for one I was more over there,” they pointed towards the spot that they had moved to in the fighting, “plus once I saw the wall start to come down I shunpo-ed it out of there.”

“Shunpo….”

“Yeah, Yoruichi has been training me. She said I’ve been getting pretty good. I thought I mentioned that?”

Ichigo wasn’t sure if they had or hadn’t right now. All he knew was that he was relieved they were ok.

He came up to them and gave them a hug. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He told them. Before he let go and they went back to the fighting.

Grimmjow howled with laughter and glee as he cut through another one of these goons. Their bodies splitting open like they were made of paper. Or one of those pinata things from the human world with how they sprayed open when broke. What a time to be alive.

At first, he thought it had to be some kind of joke. Him? Fight for the shitty Shinigami? No way!

But apparently they had lost their idiotic minds, and rolled out the red carpet for him when he came to the Seireitei door. One he was all too happy to paint even redder with blood.

He’d do this little chore for them, then finally kill Kurosaki, and go back home to Hueco Mundo with [Y/N] as champions. This was the best day of his life.

In his hacking and slashing, Grimmjow looked up when he saw one of the buildings fall. Not uncommon in a fight. He thought it was stupid to have buildings that tall anyway. He grinned as he watched on of the Shinigami monuments fall, but then panned down and saw [Y/N] standing near where the rubble would fall. “Shit! [Y/N]!”

There was nothing to be done though. He was too far away. The building was falling to fast. Then by the time be got over there all that was left was rumble and dust. Grimmjow felt his heart stop, then come back to life beating furiously as he was now going to destroy now only these Quincy but everything here for taking his [Y/N] away.

The Arrancar turned to begin his killing spree, when suddenly a large piece of the rumble was dislodged and flew through the air. It barely missed him as he watched [Y/N] climb out of the hole they created. Dusting off their outfit while muttering, “this was brand new…”

Grimmjow watched in amazement but then grinned wildly as he saw that they were ok. Of course they were ok. How stupid of him to thinking a grubby old building would take out his [Y/N].

He scooped them up with one arm to pull them close, still with that grin. “I thought I lost you there for a second.”

“Who? Me?” They asked in amusement.

Grimmjow gave them a kiss before he let go and they both went back to the fighting. His spree might be on hold, but his ‘chore’ still wasn’t done. And Kurosaki was still out there somewhere.

[exhaslo]

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Puzzle Pieces (Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Fem!Reader)

Corruption (Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader) Over-Time (CEO!Miguel x F!Clumsy!Reader) Ghostface!Miguel x Reader: PT1, PT2 Kinktober Masterlist 2023

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BadBoy!Grimmjow x GoodGirl!Reader (Smut)

Gabriel O'Hara x Reader (Fluff)

[compressingsins]

|| Mismatched

Yandere Grimmjow x Chubby f!reader

Warnings : Insecure reader, obsessed Grimmjow, body worship, aftercare, very touchy Grimmjow, little plot, detailed nsfw, marking. This is a nsfw 18+ fic, minors please do not interact.

“I want you to be mine, woman.”

Hello all! So I’m back (I’m not dead!), but this is just my comeback post! I know I haven’t posted in an entire year, but now I’m back and I’m gonna try to post more! I have a bunch of drafts I need to finish, so this is just like a post to show I’m still posting! Even if it flops which it might, I wanted to post something and here it is! Grimmjow is a hottie with little recognition, so here ya go!

Please do not copy or rewrite my works without my permission. 🫥

How'd you end up in a cave in Huecho Mundo with an Espada, was a long story. You're a Soul Reaper, yet he hasn't tried attacking you, not even once even if you did attack him. You were previously injured and when the Espada took you away, he treated your wounds at the best of his abilities, which honestly confused you. You've seen this Espada in action before, Grimmjow, one of Aizens strongest subordinates.

He frightened you of course, and you were even more petrified as you didn't know what he was planning on doing with you. What's even weirder is that you could sense no intentions of harming you, from him, his body sitting across from yours seeming carefree. It's almost like the Espada was... protecting you, or whatever you honestly had no idea. You weren't going to let your guard down to him completely, still watching him closely from afar.

The light of your Kido spell displaying your shadows, both of you sitting on opposite sides of the cave you were in. There was no fear in your body, but you had kept your eyes on the cyan haired male, though he was looking at the ground in silence. With a low sigh, you gulped to question him but you were cautious and simply wanted to know one thing. Once you cleared your throat, Grimmjow looked up at you across from him.

"Why... why am I here?"

Your body tensed from the sharp glare he sent you, and your nerves went into overdrive once he stood up. Still sore and injured from your previous battle with a Hollow, you tried your best in just backing away from the Espada, unaware of what he was doing. You flinched and pulled your hands in front of your face, shielding yourself as he crouched inches before you.

You were surprised since he didn't do anything, slowly dropping your hands from your face to see him looking unexpectedly calm. When you've seen him, he was always loud and aggressive, energetic and dangerous but for whatever reason, you didn't feel in danger right now. Why he was being this way with you was so unknown, as you didn't dare question him for it may upset him.

"Put your hands down, I'm not gonna hurt you, woman."

Only being able to look at him, you slowly let your hands drop to your sides and eyed the male who continued staring into your eyes. There was something in his eyes, like a hint of peace, sadness and concern but it was odd to you. If he was feeling like this, why, you didn't know but still you didn't want to cut him off. He was inches away from you, though, and it didn't fail to make you flustered.

"What's your name?"

An arched eyebrow displayed your confusion, Grimmjow still waiting patiently for you to say something. That patience, however, quickly ran out as his aggressive voice rung in your ears.

"I said tell me your damn name, girl."

You jumped from that, your words almost instantly coming out but it didn't help the second of fear that penetrated your body, stuttering a bit over your words.

"It- it's ____..."

"____."

The way he repeated your name was... well something you didn't expect, something cute and honestly you wanted to hear him say it again. You weren't being weird with yourself or anything, but you just wanted to hear it again because he said it, like it meant something to him. Your name wasn't a name that was big or important, so that's why it made you feel the way it did.

You didn't want to upset him or anything but you had a question for him, biting your lip before your eyes trailed back to his face. The mask on his face interested you and it failed to scare you, and you found him particularly... sweet, in a way? He treated your wounds when he didn't have to, and with his clothes that he shredded to patch up the cuts amongst your skin.

Gulping harshly on your spit, swallowing the lump in your throat, you prepared yourself once more to question him.

"May I ask... why did you, bring me... here?"

An ice cold glare was shot at you, making your breath hitch and your body once again began to try and instinctively retreat. Once he saw that, his blue eyes softened and stared you down like before, calm and collected. Still, he didn't seem of a threat or like he was going to harm you so almost instantly, you relaxed.

"I want you to be mine, woman."

You couldn't believe how straight forward he was, a gasp of air escaping you a second after hearing his bold words. Was he serious, you're a Soul Reaper and he's an Espada, that was near impossible. Besides, you think you're basic and he's particularly handsome, so you didn't understand why he supposedly wanted you.

Also as a different race, you would expect him to want one of the same as him and not an enemy. You were honestly going to deny it but you didn't know how to, maybe he'd get upset and aggressive like he usually is when you see him in the World of the Living. You knew you couldn't match him at all, so you didn't want to risk that besides the fact that you're still injured.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

You couldn't tell if he was serious or not but you were all ears right now, curious as to why he wanted you to be his. You didn't know what he really wanted and maybe his words were true but it too made you think that it was all a trick, a trick to give up information. You really didn't have any but you had enough, some that would be very futile to give up.

"We're enemies, why? That doesn't seem... logical."

For a brief moment he was silent, observing your face that was slightly contorted in confusion. A growl emitted from his throat, overflowing through his mouth once it opened to speak.

"You interested me, when I first saw you. Originally, I was just supposed to bring you back with me but seeing you on multiple occasions made me fall for you. Aizen wants me to bring you back for information, but I don't give a shit what he wants. I want you here with me even if you or anyone else doesn't like it."

"Why me? I'm a Soul Reaper and you're-"

"I know what the hell I am!"

His outburst caused your entire body to shudder with slight fear, but he calmed once he saw how scared you looked after that.

"I can't explain it but when I first saw you, something about you attached me. That's never happened before, with anyone, and I hate myself for feeling this way about you. Can't even fucking focus... just because you're on my damn mind."

He seemed like he was dying to tell someone this, specifically you, and it was kinda nice knowing someone felt like this about you. Still you didn't know if it was real or not, but you found your heart warming from listening to him speak. He was kinda... cute acting like this, making your body heat up with comfort that unexpectedly indulged your body.

"You're staying here to live with me, ____."

That shot a dart of fear through your body, hoping he wasn't serious with his words. You didn't want to leave your home and live in a World full of Hollows, though he is an Espada, a strong one at that. That still didn't make a difference because you didn't know him, nor did you want to stay in this hell of a place, leaving your friends.

"But I have a life in the Soul Society and the World of the Living..."

Your words were quiet, shallow and it's obvious why they were. He seemed to have expected your timid and shy behavior, staring into your face with a sense of worry, worry that he'd have to force you to stay here with him. He didn't want to have to do that but he would, if you wouldn't willingly come. His question though, grabbed your attention...

"Come on, can you honestly say you're happy living there? Yeah, letting people talk shit and treat you any type of way isn't living. That's tolerating that shit..."

You could honestly say you agreed with him, gasping and looking into his eyes that shined with a certain sparkle your heart couldn't handle. He seemed genuinely concerned for you, like he actually wanted to be with you but you still couldn't trust it. He's of the enemy which makes it hard to believe anything he said to you.

His words seemed legit though, but that could've just been you being gullible and vulnerable to anyone, like most of the time. His face was unreadable and you didn't want to play yourself, just because he was the one responsible for some of your friends injuries. Nearly killing two of your friends was even worse, the thought tightening your chest.

You just couldn't come to terms with what was true and what was not, how could you trust an enemy? Even if he is telling the truth, how could you be with someone you've never acquainted with, let alone always fight when you saw him. You were surprised when his hand took a hold of your chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze before he let his hand retreat back to his side.

"You're too damn stubborn, letting those people run all over you, ____. I wanna protect you from all their bullshit, keep you here... safe with me. Honestly, I'm fucking desperate... desperate for you and if you don't willingly stay, I'll force you to so make your choice."

His face was contorted in anger but you could tell he wasn't upset, no bad energy radiating off of him which relieved your tension just slightly. Maybe he was right, you were gullible, because you were honestly believing everything he was saying to you. Disappointed as you were in yourself just for believing him...

"Those damn idiots don't deserve you." You didn't understand why he was being this way, only seeming to want to kill everything he came across, "You fucking let them push you around, just because you're weaker than them. You shouldn't be scared of those pieces of shit..."

He wasn't lying when he said your supposed to be friends talked shit about you, but you always just thought it was on a joking level. Even if it occured nearly everyday, you still just took their words as jokes. When he called you weak though, it made you gasp out in shame and disappointment, though you do need more training.

Just haven't realized you were as weak as he made you seem caused a wave of embarrassment to flood your veins. A growl that emitted from his chest averted your gaze back to his face, seeing him a little closer to you, on both his knees with his face closer to yours. Your entire body tensed, your cheeks ghosting with crimson shades that changed your skin nearly entirely.

He didn't seem phased by how close he was to you, taking in your flushed face. You could easily forgive people but him, Grimmjow, he wrecked havoc on so many of your friends but... he also seemed genuine, and you didn't know if you were desperate but you were considering it. Now that he said what he said previously, you realize that you do get pushed around more than you thought.

Your eyes went to his face, hearing a slight uneasy breath escape him, his cheeks quickly fading as red faintly appeared. Maybe you weren't desperate, maybe he was meant to take you away for some reason, a reason you couldn't pinpoint. Your heart kept jolting for the male, the enemy and you didn't think you would feel for someone who's done so many bad things to you. Not specifically but to your... friends?

Were they really your friends, you didn't know because everything he said was true. Maybe you were just tolerating them since you really didn't have anyone else, though, you did have other friends that genuinely cared for you. Most of them do push you around, but then there is that one group that loves and cares for you.

That's why you didn't know if you should stay...

"Even if you're not as strong as most, I can protect you... keep you safe."

When his hands went to your body, you were surprised with how calm your mind and body seemed to be, practically inviting him to touch your figure. His hands were going to your thighs, just before slowly ghosting to your hips which brung your bodies close together. Your breath did catch in your throat, though.

He just let his hands rest on your hips though, softly sinking his claws in your flesh which finally made you tense. Still, he was looking into your face with that same expression but he wasn't mad, like it was his normal expression. You were practically being pulled to his chest only a few inches away, fortunately.

"So what, you gonna stay wimme or not woman?”

You bit your lip, letting your mind go into a frenzy of scrambled thoughts, trying its best to find the correct words for you to speak. You wanted to see your friends but you also didn't want to get hurt, considering how he confirmed that he'd force you if you don't. Maybe he'd even hurt your friends back home and you honestly didn't want that. You had your answer, the one you didn't think you'd pick, in the beginning...

"I'll... I'll stay with you... Grimmjow."

As you said his name, your eyes averted to his face that turned calm, a wicked grin spreading across his face before he latched his lips onto yours. It was so surprising that you barely took in a breath but easily melted into his lips that were somewhat rough, though, it drummed your heart. It wasn't a minute after until he let his long tongue slip into your mouth, letting his thicker muscle dance and caress your own that barely had any control.

Your hands instinctively went to the big set of shoulders before you, digging your nails in the flesh as your eyes shut to succumb into the kiss of Grimmjow. He was growling into the kiss, flushing his body with yours to maneuver his hands to your ass, grasping handfuls of it that made you flinch and push at his chest.

Almost instantly, Grimmjow released your soft cheeks to stare into your eyes, like he genuinely was concerned for your timid form.

"What's the problem?"

The way he acted was how he already was so it didn't really bother you, but you didn't want this to escalate far more than it should. It was obvious as to what he was trying to do and you didn't want to act on this so quickly, considering you've only just agreed to staying with him.

You didn't even get the chance to properly introduce each other, yet he was so determined to strip you and himself from your restraints. He was already half naked since he used his clothes to patch you up, earlier, thus leaving only his pants and footwear upon his body.

Your body was getting hotter from his touch, however, which he could physically feel underneath his fingertips. You were grateful that he was giving you a chance to speak to him, as it didn't seem like that's something he'd do in the beginning, just from his attitude you've previously observed.

"I'm just... this is moving too fast, for me. If you want me to stay with you, you can't just rush me to do this with you. We've only just properly met each other..."

A glare was shot at you, a growl submerging from him but his grip on your hips tightened, keeping your body still. He obviously didn't want to harm you, though, and you felt a sincere sense of warmth seek throughout your blood, flowing to your brain that was mushy from his feather touch.

"Your body says otherwise, baby. After all, I've been straining myself the entire time from just being near you. I can't really contain my want for you anymore..."

You couldn't lie, when his hands touched your body, a wave of heat ran through your body, sending shivers through you, pleasurable ones.

"It'll be a low thing to force you to have sex with me, so I'll let you decide. But, your scent is... intoxicating..."

His voice sounded strained, almost painful as he spoke those words to you. It's like he's literally been dying to do something with you, but you were still confused on what you really wanted and what you wanted to do. Besides, you've only partake in these kind of acts a few times, three to be exact, and you never got to finish...

Just because the guys you did it with only did it for their pleasure, as they didn't honestly want to stay with you. It hurts you to think about it, so you can't really make up your mind if you even want this or not. He seemed extremely desperate, though, and if that was the case being the person you are, you wanted to help him.

You couldn't even get a word out, before he snarled out something... extremely vulgar.

"I've been wanting to fuck you full of my cum, for a very long time, ____. Being in a rut without someone to fuck, is so fucking annoying..."

He looked so defeated and fed up with it, you just can't help but wonder how long he's been in a rut. But still, that wasn't as important as your decision for him, if you wanted to do this or not. It was an understatement to say that you weren't somewhat turned on from just his touch, and that kiss added fuel to the flames.

Your mind was telling you how much you wanted this and so was your body, but your heart had a trust barrier that he didn't break through yet, still not believing him all that much. You wanted to because he seemed so sincere, so you had to bite your lip to brace yourself for your answer. Looking at him and placing a hand on his arm, he looked up at you which caused a gasp to escape you, suddenly.

"Well, if it'll help you then... we can do it."

In the blink of an eye, you were pinned underneath the bigger male, his lips latched onto yours as deep groans escaped him. Your eyes were wide, feeling as he grounded his hips with yours and began humping into your soft body, unintentional whimpers and moans escaping you.

His hands were gripping tightly around your wrists, holding you completely still against his warm body. Your eyes instinctively shut, melting into the warmth of his body, feeling your heat spasming around nothing. His lips on yours was taking your breath away, literally.

You didn't even realize you were panting into the air, until you heard a chuckle rumble from the male on top of you. Your eyes opened, seeing a smug smirk on his face as he stared down at your flushed crimson face. You could feel his heartbeat on your heat, the pulsing being violent that twitched tingles into your body.

He loved the way you squirmed underneath his body, you hardly realized his hands weren't on your wrists anymore. His voice grabbed your attention, though, your heart pounding from his words.

"Show me your neck, baby. I wanna mark you as mine."

You saw how sharp his teeth were already, so your body tensed just a bit and he saw this. His hands went to your plush hips, squeezing them in his hands to sooth your nerves. You gulped just before tilting your head to the side, exposing your neck that made Grimmjow lick his lips.

It wasn't even a minute after, until he latched his mouth onto your neck, really close to the lob of your ear and you nearly screamed once his teeth dug in. He was like a vampire, feeling a trickle of blood escaping from the punctured holes that were bubbling from your neck. His hands went back to your wrist to keep you still.

You bit your lip to conceal your shrieks, feeling his tongue working on the blood that was streaming from the mark he made. He seemed to be enjoying your taste quite well, for a minute you'd think he was actually a vampire. Though, his lips created suction around the mark, pulling at the flesh and the wound electrifying more than pain.

It was a pleasurable pain that made you broken-ly moan, your body shuddering and writhing underneath him, and it made Grimmjow smirk as you shifted your heat agaisnt the tent in the front of his pants. That movement electrified his hips back into motion, pressing himself harder agaisnt you as you felt his covered length slip between your folds.

A gasp escaped you, feeling how heavy and twitchy it felt, obviously he wasn't a small man. The thought nerved you, gasping and mewling due to the liquid you could feel streaming down your leg. Your own fluids escaping you and Grimmjow could feel it too.

Once he was sure he imprinted his mark into your neck, he pulled off of you with a popping wet sound, a string of saliva breaking off as he pulled away. You shivered when a breeze of air tickled the freshly made mark, Grimmjow grinning at your current state, flushed and trembling.

It wasn't long until he started tugging at his pants, your eyes widening in panick that he all to well seen. He didn't care, though, continuing to work on his confines that was tightened extremely around his length. He's never been this hard before, feeling like his cock would explode as soon as he grazed you with it.

"Wait, Grimmjow?"

"What now, woman? You wanna stop?"

In all honesty, you didn't, but you haven't done this in a while so you thought a little preparation would be necessary.

"It's just that, well... I haven't done this in a while, so can you prep me first?"

A growl emitted from his throat but he could understand, although he couldn't contain himself any longer. He just wanted to claim your body as his and that alone still brought tension in your veins, slightly shaking at the thought. You were confused when his hands went to your hips, lifting you up to suddenly be on your hands and knees.

He was behind you which made an sound akin to a herd of buffalo stomping in your ear. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body, sending a warm chill to electrify throughout your veins. He was pressed up agaisnt you and hard too, you could feel the pulse of your cunt beating agaisnt his length that felt extremely thick.

"Just relax, baby. This'll feel good for the both of us and," He layed his chest agaisnt your back, placing his hands beside yours while his hips were now flushed with yours, "I know you haven't felt that delicious orgasm you've been craving, in years. But, I can bring you to that point.”

Your face heated from his words and it took you a moment to realize he was completely naked, and you could hear the smirk from his words. A shiver ran through you from his hot breath that fanned over the side of your face, his lips grazing your neck and back before he sat himself up. You tried so hard to look forward but you turned your head, trying to see what your body was in for.

You caught a glimpse of it, being so stiff and practically pouring thick substances of pre-cum. You didn't know but it looked like he was so hard that all the blood in the organ turned his length purple, enticing a harsh gulp in your throat. You nearly shrieked as his claws shredded your clothes, now being bare to his eyes, even your underwear tasting the same fate.

Your body tried balling up, since you were completely exposed to the handsome blue haired male, behind you. You thought he would stop here, until you felt his hands roaming your body, quiet praising coming from him.

"Damnit, so fucking sexy... so damn soft..!"

Instantly, your eyes beaded with tears that stung the corners, just because you've always wanted to hear those words from someone. At least something like that. His nails were digging into your skin, slightly letting them drag across to feel you shivering and tingling underneath him. A smack to your ass made you shudder, jolting forward from the sting behind it.

He grinned to himself, loving how your cheeks jiggled with every little movement he made you do. He wasn't one for preparing but he wanted you to feel good too, not only that, but he wanted to make you cum. He wanted your orgasm to be intense and that's what he's intending, as he knows he can give you that intense high you so desperately and obviously wanted.

"I'm more bigger than these average little shits, so you may wanna prepare yourself~"

"Grimm-"

Your words were short once you felt his tip sliding in, feeling quite thicker and bigger than it looked, when you saw it. Your chest fell to the ground, feeling Grimmjow lay his chest agaisnt your back, carefully thrusting his hips to get you to open up to him. You didn't know it, but Grimmjow was struggling to keep his composure, his eyes tightened shut and his teeth gritting the more he slid in.

"Shit..!"

His hands were now on yours, balling up and squeezing your smaller hands in his. You let out a hoarse cry of slight pain, feeling how wide you were being stretched from his thick length. Grimmjow was literally moaning agaisnt your neck, trying his best to latch onto you but failing as your walls struggled to let him in.

You were far tighter than he'd think you'd be but it was a bonus, tensing up his body as he tried to push himself into you. He couldn't though, your walls squeezing extremely tight around only the tip and some inches, his right hand going to your hip to pull you back on him. He didn't expect this extreme tightness, his eyes nearly tearing up from how good this felt.

"____! You needa... you gotta relax, damn..!"

You were trying your best to relax, pressing your arms on the ground and laying your head on top of both of them. That was kind of a mistake, now you could see him entering your body, being way bigger than he seemed to be a moment ago. This sight only made you tighten around him, vulgar moans escaping the both of you.

He rested his chin on the nape of your neck, placing both hands firmly on your hips before he naturally began prying your insides open. Instant near screams escaped you, and rumbling moans secreted pass his gritted teeth. You didn't know if it was from pain or pleasure, your noises only seeming to encourage the male to sink more wildly into you.

His pace was slow, but the thickness of his length made it all the more pleasurable feeling those pulsing veins dragging agaisnt your velvet walls. You tried suppressing your moans but his hips began snapping harshly into yours, now that he was fully inside of you, feeling how his balls lightly tapped your already drooling clit.

You wanted to scream, when his arms wrapped around your waist, quickly guiding his big fingers to your sweet neglected pussy, rubbing harsh circles into it. The obscene sound of his hips slamming agaisnt yours made your walls clench around his cock, almost trapping him inside of your overly wet insides. You couldn't believe the warmth trailing down your cheeks, hearing the deep growls and groans of the male fucking into you.

His arms were extremely tight around your body, making sure he pulled you back to meet his thrusts, feeling the full force of his cock that collided with your spongy sensitive spot. You couldn't help the lewd screams escaping you, feeling that bubbling heat boiling in your abdomen, ready to burst as he seemed to repeatedly began bashing into that spot.

Even with his cock hitting every pleasurable spot inside your soft walls, he still managed to find a spot that spilled tears from your eyelids, feeling his warm breath fanning the side of your face. He was moaning directly into your ear, his chest rubbing agaisnt your back which both were sweaty from the intense session.

Grimmjow, however, took note of your tightened insides, angling his hips to fuck you in an upward motion, making sure his cock kissed that spot each time. He didn't know he would but when he heard you let out a howling moan, you could feel your cervix give way to him, Grimmjow gritting his teeth as it clamped down on the head of his cock.

His blue locks were sticking to his forehead, layed out from this situation, though he didn't even know someone could give him this much pleasure. He could feel fluids escaping his slit, massive amount of pre-cum accidentally slipping out and into you which felt so good to him. You didn't notice it but he was still making you feel good, too good in fact as you felt that hot coil in your stomach wind way too tight.

It didn't want to break which annoyed you, causing you to move your hips back against his, meeting his thrusts that nearly broke you. He could feel how much tighter you were now, gradually picking up pace and force that knocked the wind out of your lungs. You didn't even realize his fingers weren't on your clit anymore, but you felt the pressure of his body removed from yours.

His voice snapped you back into reality, listening to his broken moans as he tried to speak through the pleasure and the loud clapping sound made between the both of you.

"Cum for me..! Cum for me, ____! Fucking cover me with your sweet juices..!"

His hands were on your hips, harshly pulling you back on his cock before your body took note of what was happening, almost instantly feeling that high you desperately wanted arising. His eyes were trained on where he was entering your soft body, loving how he could see your juices sloshing out and around his cock, dripping onto the ground beneath you.

"Scream out my name, woman! Let these fuckers know I'm claiming this pussy... ngh!"

Not even a second after, you screamed exactly what he demanded you say, feeling that delicious orgasm electrify your nerves, frying your brain nearly from how intense this was.

"GRIMMJOW!"

He smiled devilishly at this but that smile instantly went away from how much tighter you became, feeling his own orgasm approaching and quickly. He could tell you couldn't really take this, seeing as your body desperately tried retreating from his massive cock and thrusting hips. That made him wrap his arms around your body again, holding you tightly to his warm chest that rubbed agaisnt your back.

You wanted to scream feeling him hitting even deeper inside you, your pussy fluttering and quivering around his thick length. From the uneven breaths that came from Grimmjow, you could tell that he was extremely close. He was slowly dragging his cock in and out of you, in return, you could feel the twitching and throbbing of his cock.

"Fuuuck..! I'm gonna fucking cum in you, baby..! I want you to take it all for me, don't spill a drop..!"

"I can't... can't take it..! Anymore, Grimmjow..!"

Another knot formed in your abdomen from his methodical thrusts, slowly yet deeply pushing into you, clearly lost to his own pleasure. You felt a cool substance on your shoulder, Grimmjow drooling as he nearly became delirious from the orgasm that broke over him. The force behind his orgasm hit a bundle of nerves inside of you, causing your overly stimulated pussy to gush all over him again.

This orgasm was more intense than the first one and he could honestly say that his was more intense than any past fling he's ever had. You're not a fling, however, Grimmjow wanting to keep you more than anything. As his seed seeped throughout your body, he continued to slowly piston his hips in a circular motion that stirred your insides. You could only twitch, your body spasming with every movement.

You barely registered his tongue slowly stroking your neck, placing kisses agaisnt it before he plunged himself deeply inside you, staying stationary to make sure all of his fluids got into your body. Both yours and his juices were streaming down your leg, leaving you relaxed but concerned for one thing. You couldn't say it though, soft sobs escaping you that shot a gasp from Grimmjow before he stopped licking your neck.

Sitting up but still buried to the hilt inside of you, the little movement causing you to moan softly, feeling him pushing his cock inside of you to stay there. A growl came from him, before he once again placed his hands on the sides of your head and his abdomen agaisnt your ass.

"What's wrong?"

"This is it..?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're gonna leave me, after this... it's okay, I'm used to it..."

He could hear the pain in your voice, a snarl escaping him and a gasp of shock slipping past your lips, as he wrapped his arms back around your body to hold you close to him. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart agaisnt your back, listening to his words that seemed... real, for the first time.

"Fuck that, I'm staying with you and you're staying with me. You're mine, you're not going anywhere I've already told you this. Whatever those assholes did to you doesn't matter, you're only gonna be with me, no matter what."

Your heart jolted, listening to him. This was right, this choice was right there's no doubt in your mind, anymore. He seems to genuinely care for you, feeling his lips kiss your neck again before he slowly pulled himself from your abused core. You felt a pleasurable chill run through your body, suddenly being on your back with your legs hitched up around his hips.

He was looking down at you, smirking as he took in your confused expression. Entrap-ping your body with his hands, Grimmjow inched his face closer to yours as he enclosed on your lips. Both your eyes closed in a sweet and gentle kiss, him pulling away to look into your eyes. You could honestly say that you believe him, and your heart is expanding for him far faster than you'd thought.

"We're not done yet, baby. I want you to look in my eyes, while I pound into this tight pussy of yours. You may wanna save your voice, we'll be here for a while."

You tried denying him since your body was overly sensitive, but a harsh thrust of his hips cut you off, already feeling his cock bashing into your cervix. Your eyes sealed shut, but his was staring down at your lovely face, bottling up the cute expressions you made. He knew you didn't know but he honestly loved you, and he was determined to keep you safe.

He wouldn't let those 'friends' of yours come in tact with you, ever again, though he wasn't going to keep you locked away. He had a plan for everything, though, he wouldn't allow anyone to be near you as they used to be. He doesn't trust anyone with you, wanting to keep you by him forever.

Truth be told, he'd possibly quit all of his evilness just to keep you safe. Yes, you were mismatched, but you were meant to be.

[muzansfangs]

Byakuya, Ichigo, and grimmjow finding f! Reader naked?

They accidentally see you naked.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Ichigo Kurosaki x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, Ichigo is aged up and around his twenties, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, f!reader, unprotected sex, horny thoughts, language, fluff, rough sex, biting, suggestive themes, mention to kidnapping in Grimmjow’s part, shower sex;

Plot: what happens when you are naked and they accidentally walk on you, catching a full glimpse of your bare body in all its glory? Hormones cannot always be contained.

PART ONE | PART TWO.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Two weeks. You had been stuck in Las Noches for two weeks now. Not only you missed your family, your friends and your house, but you were frustrated over the fact that, apparently, you had been kidnapped only because you were Ichigo’s adoptive and older sister and Grimmjow wanted to irk his rival. Unfortunately for him, you had an attitude.

The day Grimmjow and Ulquiorra dragged you to Hueco Mundo, you were minding your business. It was such a serene night in Karakura Town and you had suggested to buy a cake in the nearby patisserie for enjoying a dessert with your friends. You had not even bothered wearing something nice. You were comfortable in your ripped jeans and sneakers. However, you knew that the t-shirt you were wearing could have drawn way too many glances. Therefore, you opted for wearing a jacket over it.

Obviously, you did not make it to the cake-shop. The sting on the side of your neck you suddenly felt as you crossed the road was a clear sign that someone had other plans for you. Your vision was blurry, but you could clearly discern the cheeky grin of the Espada that loathed your brother’s guts, as he stared down at you. The hot Espada, right. But that was a detail you were going to ignore for the time being.

You fainted several seconds after the impact, only to wake up in front of Aizen’s throne and find out to be the center of the attention of Hollows around you. The show was about to begin, though. As you started yelling at everyone how much you wished they all could explode like balloons in front of your eyes, Aizen simply ordered to give you a uniform and elegantly left the room. That decision was the cherry on top. Ulquiorra did not waste any precious time and handed you a white dress that matched the style of this ‘group of terrorists’, as you kept on calling them, but you scoffed and refused to wear it.

Grimmjow was not having it and thought and trying to unzip your jacket was a good idea. As you swatted his hands away, you had to eventually give up when he pinned your wrists above your head, as your back was pressed against the wall. The sneaky grin on his face, though, dropped as soon as the blue words printed on your white t-shirt came to his vision.

‘Blowjobs are jobs too’.

Your cheeks flushed up and Grimmjow let go of you in shock. But from that day he started to see you under a different light. You had always been pretty and he hated to admit how many times he had found himself fantasizing about how his hands could perfectly squeeze your ass as you bounced up and down on his shaft. He could not control himself and his lust for you grew with every argument you had.

The fact that you were a Kurosaki, even if you did not share Ichigo’s blood, made the whole deed even better. What a way to get back at his rival, if he could dig his claws into your flesh.

On the other hand, you were not indifferent to Grimmjow’s sharp features and abs. You hated to admit that he literally was your type and that you had wet dreams about him more than once. Getting to see him everyday in Las Noches was now driving you mad. You were glad Aizen had at least given you a chamber with a private bathroom. You had to admit that you allowed your mind to wonder and your hand to wander under the shower. His sharp canines, they did numbers on your mind and wished you could feel the way they grazed over your jugular. Just once, no one had to know about that.

Now, you easily got bored in the huge castle you were stuck in. You therefore asked Aizen if you could paint some parts of the walls in the hall that had cracked throughout the time. The stoic man had hesitantly agreed and now you were trying to keep yourself busy by painting over the ruined portions of walls in front of you. You were trying to balance yourself on the wooden ladder set against the wall, with a bucket of white paint in your hand and the brush in the other.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to watch over you, but you were confident about your skills. Additionally, you had probably underestimated the presence of Grimmjow a few feet away from you.

“Tsk, what the hell are you doing up there? Do you want to break your neck?” his hoarse voice pierced your ears, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. There he was, ready to taunt you.

You sighed and tried to keep your balance as you gave him a flat reply, your tone almost apathetic at this point “Why do you care? Mind your business”.

Grimmjow cocked his head to the side, his trademark smirk plastered over his face as her let his eyes scrutinize the way the tight skirt of your dress emphasized the curve of ass. A delicious meal for him.

“Nah, if you die, I’d lose my plaything. Come on, let me help you” he teased you, hoping to get a reaction from you.

Oh, boy, he definitely did.

Your upper lip twitched, your grip on the brush tightening significantly as you tried not to slip from the creaking rung of that stupid ladder “Excuse me?!” you practically hissed, dipping your head down to glare at him.

Grimmjow grinned and arched his eyebrow at you “You heard me. Get your ass down here, plaything”.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to help you and now, as you scoffed in indignation, ready to fire back an insult at him, you realized that you were screwed up. You never got to yell at Grimmjow, no. A strained scream left your mouth, as the sound of the thin wooden plank under your feet snapping pierced your ears. You did not see that coming for sure and so you fell. Loosening your grip on the brush and the bucket, you squeezed your eyes shut for inevitable impact with the floor. An impact that neve came as you felt two strong arms embrace you and yank you towards a toned chest.

You hesitantly opened your eyes, mouth slightly agape as you tried to steady your breath, when the bucket ended up pouring its content all over you two. You would have loved to to thank Grimmjow, but the first you did as you felt the paint stick on your hair, naked portions of skin and dress was cussing.

“Fuck!” you groaned, as Grimmjow snorted too and let you back down on the floor. Obviously, he had been a victim of the falling bucket as well. Some paint covered his messy hair and part of his chest and uniform.

Seeing him like this, in addition to the fact that he had saved your life, made you crack up a smile and shake your head softly. You two were a mess.

“Don’t you fucking dare to say anything! Let’s get this shitty paint off of us before it dries!” he grumbled, wrapping his hand around your wrist and marching towards your room. You quirked your eyebrows up, wondering why he was leading you back to your room. You did not have spare clothes for him, just a bathroom and, if he thought you were going to strip in front of him, he was clearly wrong.

As he opened the door of your room and let you in, he took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, his hands already reaching down to unbuckle his belt, as you finally squealed out in shock and turned your back at him.

“Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing! Don’t you dare undress in front of me!” you quipped, clasping your hand over your mouth. That was so embarrassing and you could feel cold sweat collecting in the back of your neck.

“What’s up now? Never seen a cock?” he sassed, dropping his pants down and walking to the bathroom naked. Your blood ran cold and you did your best not to turn around. He had never acted like that. This time you found yourself speechless and you could not even send him to hell.

As you heard him turn the shower on, you sighed and grabbed a towel from a drawer. You hastily undress yourself and wrapped the pink item around your naked body. You waited for him to get out ot the shower, confident that he had not seen a single glimpse of your body. But you were wrong.

The panther boy accidentally saw your naked ass through the mirror in your bathroom. The open door had granted it the full view of the bedroom and now he was practically growling in the cubicle with a painful boner. No, it was enough. This time you were going to take care of the problem you had caused.

Grimmjow stormed out of the bathroom, not caring about covering himself and making you gawk at the scenery before your eyes. He tugged your towel away and kissed you passionately, not giving you time to process what is was happening. You barely did, in fact. Your brain slowly started to process what your own body was doing, when you found yourself into the shower with Grimmjow’s fingere buried into your core.

You wanted him. You wanted him so badly and as he bit onto the crook of your neck, thrusting his fingers into you, you moaned softly and closed your eyes in bliss.

“What happens in Las Noches stays in Las Noches” he purred in your ear, only to receive your sassy reply.

“It was Las Vegas, you ignorant cat” you breathed out, before he involved you into a fervent kiss that made your inner walls clench around his fingers.

‘Sorry Ichigo. I could not resist’ was your last thought before you reached your climax.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

Being Urahara’s adoptive daughter was a privilege. Life was great, really, but since your father had started training Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends things were messy. You had no time to rest and practically zero privacy. Your house and shop had been opened to Soul Reapers and humans, coming over to ask for help at any hour of the day. Including night, obviously.

Despite that, you had bonded with the entire group of ‘heroes wannabe’, as you teasingly addressed them.

Yet, there was one out of them that had caught your eye and it was not just for his appearence. Ichigo Kurosaki, the invincible guy that had rescued Rukia Kuchiki and was now trying to take down Aizen, was living rent free in your mind. More than once, while you watched your father teach him new strategies and help him improve his skills, you had found yourself staring intently at the way his muscular arms flexed every time he unsheathed his sword.

You had carved in your mind the way his t-shirt emphasized the outline of his abs and you had to avert your eyes from him, when droplets of sweat made his body glisten. Your mind was wild, you imagined too many things for your own good.

You often laid in your bed, eyes closed, back arching for waves of pleasure, at the thought of his sweaty face hovering over yours as he thrusted into you. You wanted him, you wanted him more than anything else on this Earth. You wished to see the sweat beading his forehead up close, you wanted that sweat to scream your name. Things were heated, whenever your father ordered you to help him train.

A hand to hand fight was probably going to be the cause of your death, one day or another. Sometimes, as you fought, you ended up rolling onto the ground. His hot body against yours and those flames blazing in his eyes got you weak on your knees.

Once, you had ended up topping him. Your hand way laying flat onto his chest, as you straddled him. You were both sweaty, panting, your clothed intimacies pressed down against one another. In that very moment, as you tried to stand up and shifted your position, he groaned softly. You did not fail to notice the way his cheeks flushed, or feel how something was twitching underneath the fabric of his trousers.

That had happened a week ago and, since then, you were avoiding meeting him around your father’s shop. You were too embarrassed at the thought that you had practically felt his boner like that.

Now, that infamous morning, you were relaxing a bit into the bathtub. Urahara and the others had left for taking care of some business out of town and you had to watch over the shop while they were gone. However, you were too tired and stressed out to deny yourself some self-indulgent pleasure.

Some bubbles were floating in the air as you let the warm water and soap envelope your naked frame and you did not hear at all the door of the bathroom creak open. When you heard your phone buzz, you raised up in the tub, your naked back and ass in full display as you reached for your device.

But Ichigo’s eyes, oh dear, they went wide as he ended up toppling over a vase, as he stumbled into the bathroom. You were a vision, the emblem of perfection, and he clasped his hand over his mouth in shock, as the sound of the object shattering on the floor made you both flinch.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” he fretted, panicking as he tried to cover his eyes.

You, on the other hand, had dropped your phone on the floor too and had hastily slided back into the tub to hide your naked form from him. It was such a pleasurable nightmare!

“Ichigo! What the hell are you doing here?!” you blurted out, hoping a supermassive black hole could suck you in right on the spot.

“I was searching for Urahara!” he defended himself, turning his back at you and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“In the bathroom?!”.

“Oh shut up! I needed to use the bathroom too!” he snapped back, not knowing what to say anymore.

There was no way out from the carousel of shame and awkwardness, therefore you took the matter in your hands and quickly grasped a towel, hopping out of the shower and wrapping it around your body. You needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

As your shoulder brushed against his, though, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut for a second before pinning you against the wall and kissing you out of the blue. You inhaled sharply, not expecting it, but, as soon as you collected yourself from the shock, you kissed him back and tangled your fingers through his spiky orange hair.

It was a kiss full of hunger, just like his hand, slipping underneath your towel and searching for your folds. You moaned softly against his lips, raving into the longed sensation you were finally experiencing.

“Let’s hope your father doesn’t come home earlier now” he rasped, plunging his fingers into your core as you lolled your head back against the wall in pleasure.

“If he does, I’ll tell Aizen how to fucking use that stupid device at his full potential” you joked, smiling against his lips.

Thinking about it now, you were so glad your father had messed up your lives with Ichigo’s group of friends.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

Drenched in sweat, you were running up to the Kuchiki Estate. Training under the scorching sun for hours had truly drained you. Yet, you were determined to get stronger and help to fight Aizen and his crew of Arrancar. When Rukia had suggested to Orihime to visit the Soul Society and spend some days together to hone her abilities, you had decided to join them.

It was your chance to put yourself to the test and, actually, even an excuse to see the new friends you had made in the Seireitei. However, you had to be honest to yourself and admit that there was one special person you wanted to see again. You had hated his guts, when you first met. It was a miracle that he had not slashed your chest open too when you tried to prevent Rukia’s return to the Soul Society. Yet, things had changed.

Byakuya Kuchiki was not only a cold-hearted, stoic and sophisticated man. He was much more than that and you had started to see it too.

He was not much of a talker, but he was handsome as hell and he had even offered you his help in trying to become a better Sobstitute Shinigami. You naturally found it odd, but you were in no position to refuse his help. However, the recent events had forced you to part ways again and you had missed him too much not to come back to the Soul Society and see him again.

Throughout your permanence, Rukia was allowing you to sleep over at the Kuchiki Estate but, much to your dismay, you never crossed paths with him. Not even once. It was horribly ironic, but you were partially glad he could not hear your soft moans in the dead of the night, when you touched yourself thinking about him and how his hands rested on your hips when he adjusted your position during a training session.

You missed his touch, his cologne, the way his chest grazed over your head when you were that close. Whenever he scolded you for being too distracted, you had to bite on your tongue not to blurt out that it was his fault. Your close proximity truly made your grip on your katana falter. He was messing with your head in a way you could not fully comprehend and you wondered if he was conscious of the way he affected you.

Now, as you stormed into the room Rukia let you sleep in, you quickly started taking off your uniform. You craved a shower and some fresh clothes more than anything right now. You dropped your pants to the floor and you quickly took off your shirt as well, as you already imagined the way the hot water would have made your aching muscles relax.

But as you finally reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, someone had returned to his Estate. His feather-like steps could not be heard at all and you simply discarded your bra too, sighing in relief as your breasts were free from any restriction. You were still humming in satisfaction with your eyes closed, when the door of your room slided up and a gasp of shock left Byakuya’s lips.

He was for some reason unable to move, his eyes locked on the curve of your breasts, staring at your nipples as if he was admiring some greek statute of a goddess. He cursed himself for his lack of decency and he felt mortified as you opened back your eyes and you met his gaze.

“Byakuya!” you squeaked out, cheeks heating up in shame as you grasped your shirt anf tried to cover your upper body from his eyes. Honestly, you had never felt that ashamed in your whole life.

The Captain of the Sixth Division cleared his throat and averted his eyes from you, his body clearly reacting to the vision he had just been blessed with. He could not pretend he had not seen you like that and, obviously, you would have never forgotten such an indecent accident. There were plenty of things he could say, but just one thing he wanted to do.

He slowly darted his eyes back on your frame, his lips slightly parted as he walked up to you. With every step he took towards you, your heart skipped a beat and your legs quivered. You could not read his mind, but his body language was pretty clear at this point.

His hand gently grasped your wrist, inviting you to loosen your grip on the shirt impeding him to admire your chest and, under the spell of his touch, you obliged his request. As the item fell at your feet, Byakuya grasped your chin and made sure you kept the eye-contact with him as he gently captured your lips with his ones.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as, standing on your toes to reach his lips better, you returned the kiss with equal hunger and gentleness. His hands, however, were already exploring your body.

The Captain definitely knew what he was doing as he took your nipple between his index and thumb, pinching it softly and massaging it with a mastery of a man that had been married and knew how to please a woman.

As the first moans were elicited from you, Byakuya stroked your cheek with his free hand and let you lay down on the futon underneath him “Please, allow me to have you. I promise I’ll make sure you are comfortable with me” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

And that, my dear, was an oath he stack up to through the rest of the evening.

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[katsuma6]

Them walking in on you while you're changing. (Pre-relationship)

Inc: Grimmjow, Ichigo, Renji, Toshiro, Kisuke, Shinji, Byakuya, Aizen, Gin.

Warnings: crack, suggestive