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DAY 3 OF BLEACHSMUTFEST: SWEET JAZZ AND STOCKINGS...

SHINJI X F!READER DRABBLE

Prompt: "So that's what you're into!"

( @bleachsmutfest )

CW: 18+, NSFW SUGGESTIVE MDNI, Shinji embraces his inner diva, lingerie, romantic atmosphere

WC: 94

Notes: Not really smut, but it's what comes before. Kinda like how it came out but the 100 word limit was annoying istg. Nevertheless... Proud of this.

You almost tripped when you opened the door to your shared room.

Shinji was on the bed, wearing delicate lace lingerie, and gorgeous black heels. You were drooling as he spoke, blushing hard:

-What...? A few days ago, I saw ya tryna draw me like this. Didn't miss that ya had one hand on the desk and the other in ya panties...

He sighed.

-I thought "Oh, that's what she's into, innit?" Soooo... here I am. Gotcha tongue?

You clashed your lips with his, straddling him. No going back, and he couldn't be happier.

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a funny thing about having a Problematic Blorbo is that you'll periodically come across a post along the lines of "um let's not forget that [Blorbo] is a bad person..." listing their various crimes, and if you have a modicum of intellectual honesty you find yourself nodding along and saying yeah it's true... but it's the greyness of their character that makes them so compelling... At the same time though you have a little Saul Goodman in your ear going "your honor in their defense: who cares like omfgggg who caresssssss like come onnnnnn"

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BLEACH SMUTFEST

DAY 3: DRABBLE CHALLENGE

Omg that was HARD! I cannot write short stuff but keeping it below 100 words was tough 🥲

I managed, although I had to delete 3/4 of what I wrote initially.

Below the cut 4 drabbles, 3 Kenmayu and one Mayuri x afab reader

NSFW so NO MINORS please

Kenmayu 1

Promp: "What? Right now?"

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Zaraki had him bent over his desk, hammering his dick inside him.

“Shit!” Mayuri exclaimed, taking out his soul phone. “I have to take this.”

“What? Right now?”

“Akon, what is it?”

“Then... I’m going to make you cum.” Zaraki whispered in his ear.

“What? Right now?” Mayuri couldn’t help but squeal.

Smirking, Zaraki sped up, hitting that perfect spot that drove him insane and tugging harshly on his hair. Mayuri’s speech becoming a mix of stuttered half words and hums as he came all over his cock.

“Captain... you ok?” Akon asked with worry.

“I'm... I'm fine...” he panted.

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Kenmayu 2

Promp: "Wow! I didn’t know you could bend that way!"

"Wow! I didn’t know you could bend that way, Kurotsuchi...”

“I need to be flexible to get to all the tricky spots when I do my paint.”

“Looks like your joints are about to pop.”

“Tch! I'm not made of china, Zaraki.”

“It’s giving me some ideas...”

“I didn’t know a brute like you could form those...”

“I could fold you in two, your calves by your ears and fuck you real deep.”

“Interesting...”

“Shoot my load so far up your ass, you can taste it.”

“Ugh, way to ruin the mood!”

“Oi, wait! Don’t leave me with this hardon!”

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Kenmayu 3

Promp: "keep that skirt on while I fuck you.”

“I hate you.” Mayuri grumbled, red in the face, re-entering their room dressed in a maid’s uniform. He tried to pull the stupidly short skirt down to cover his shame.

“That’s what you get for betting you could make me cum in less than five minutes.” Zaraki wheezed, his laughing fit finally receding.

“How long do I have to wear this?”

“Dunno. All I know is that you’re gonna keep that skirt on while I fuck you.”

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Mayuri x reader

Prompts: "Is that all you’ve got?" "That’s disappointing." “What a messy little hole.” “You can give me one more, can’t you?” "do it for science."

“Is that all you’ve got? That’s disappointing...”

Mayuri’s voice sounds muted by the deafening blood pressure in your ears and the buzzing of his fuck machine.

“What a messy little hole.” He comments grinning perversely, watching the monstrous dildo stretch you to your limits “You can give me one more, can’t you?”

You babble something incoherent, the overstimulation threatening to drive you insane.

He lines himself with your asshole. “Come on... do it for science.” You scream as he breaches you with one forceful thrust.

Beg as much as you wish. Mayuri’s experiments don’t end until he’s satisfied.

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Akon x reader

Smut. Nsfw.

Smutfest day 3: Drabble challenge. 100 words.

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A puff of smoke blows in your face everytime you make a mistake.

Or

when he had to make a command that you must withstand.

“Cum for me”, he whispered into your ear while making his rounds around the lab.

As you inhale the fumes of his lit cigarette, your legs tremble and you grasp for the desk.

On command your mind goes numb and you cum. Soaked walls caving in, the abandonment had him inwardly grin.

Oh this was a weapon worse than a Bankai.

Not all body modifications were visible.

Not all weapons were made to kill.

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youre not “bad at art” you just need to find a character to latch onto to where you draw them 1 million times and you improve dramatically

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Izuru summer fit ideas by you guys. tank top with linen shorts, band shirt and converse stolen from akon, white crochet mini dress, just a sweater)

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Yeah, I am honestly really split on whether or not this was something needed to reach her reset button, or a way to state his I Am Different From All Of You™ shtick... but this explanation makes sense.

It's probable that her reset button was on her sternum or lower abdomen. Obviously Kubo had to make a weird comedic moment out of that. Poor Nemu...

And like someone pointed out, he hopefully does not need to use a similar nail for Hachigo's gigai in the future. At least that's gonna avoid other awkward moments lol

MAYURI'S LONG NAIL

(aka coke nail)

Spoilers for TWBY ahead, you've been warned.

I have had this conversation with a lot of other Mayuri fans by now about what is the purpose of The Nail.

Some think it's just a fashion statement, others that it's a symbol of social status (often a long pinky finger nail in places like China indicated the person was well-off and didn't do manual labour).

Many agree that it must serve a pragmatic use, be it to play a musical instrument, for self hygiene purposes or as a scooping tool of small objects, powders, etc (ehem, ehem).

And yes, I do agree any of these reasons could very well be it. We all know the man is a diva who likes to show off and that almost everything he does obeys a practical motivation.

But, there's another possibility as discussed below the dotted line in this analysis by @bleachbleachbleach (please go read it)...

It's instrumental to reach a reset button.

Now, hear me out.

He didn't have the nail as Tanuki during TBTP, as seen here.

Nor did he have it as Bug Mayuri, as demonstrated below.

You know what he also didn't have?

He also didn't have Nemu.

So, my theory and that of many other Mayuri fans, is that The Nail isn't something he needs for himself, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten rid of it - It helped him reach Nemu’s Gigai's reset button.

I believe he used it after Szayelaporro's fight, when he resuscitated her in front of Renji and Uryu who, inexpercied as they are (aka can hardly spell virgin), thought he was doing some weird sexual thing to her...

And ofc Kubo couldn't let an opportunity pass to create an awkward moment dashed with inappropriate comedy.

Anyhoo, that's my rambling done for today!

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*teleports behind you*

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No habla Spanish but I think I got the gist of this 🤣 I also got the reference, notice work everyone, this Smutfest is really good...

Está fue mi mas sincera reacción:

@r473n

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I feel like Zaraki Kenpachi and Kensei Muguruma would say this to their partner.

They seem like the kind of protectors that would support their partner on the side and intervening only if their partner requests it or is in absolute, fatal danger. Not because they do not care as much as you (their partner) do, but because they want their partner to have their own chance at defending themselves and standing up for themselves.

If that fails, they'll always be there to catch you and glare daggers at those who are disturbing you.

Honestly, as much as people characterize Grimmjow in fics as ferally protective and immediately bouncing on aggressors, I believe Grimmjow is the same in this regard. He will protect you and stand by you if he sees you can't handle it, but will watch from a distance if he sees that you are dragging your assailant to the ground, whether it is for real with your fists or metaphorically with your words.

“You’re yours but I’m here. And no one’s touching what I care for” he whispered firmly from the side, crouching down to meet my eyes from below, occupying almost three quarters of the coffee space

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reblog to thank ur mutuals for providing enrichment to ur enclosure

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Fanfic Masterlist

General Fics (ratings may vary, esp in the future)

and I am the fire and I am the forest and I am a witness watching it

melancholia

Canon Character x Reader

When Summer Gets Blue (Grimmjow x Reader, Hurt/Comfort)

Canon Character x OC

BLEACH SMUTFEST 2025, DAY 2: I love you, I do I do I do I do I do... (Akon x Fem! OC, NSFW MDNI)

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DAY 2 OF BLEACH SMUTFEST 2025:

I love you, I do I do I do I do I do....

Akon x Fem!OC

CW: 18+, NSFW MINORS DNI, use of sex toys, PIV, biting, protected sex, devotion, established couple, Akon is whipped for my OC and she loves it, desperate sex session

WC: 1087

Notes: Made this for the day 2 entry by @bleachsmutfest, was my first time writing smut at all! It was truly a strange but pleasant experience! I decided to make it about one of the Bleach men I have been obsessed the most about as of lately, which is Akon, getting it on with my beloved OC Hibiki, who you can find more info on here!

Akon is the guy who'd let the libido of his partner build up. For various reasons. And the way him and Hibiki are OK with this is not funny, it's kind of become a kink for the two of them, a recognized part of their sexual routines, even though in the beginning the reasons behind it made them think it was a problem to be fixed.

It however turned out to be something that Akon and Hibiki would find to be... Entertaining. And sexy. And not as much of a problem as they thought it would be.

It's not really his fault he can't always satisfy her enamored moods. He has to run tests and monitor the activity of the 12th Division all day after all, because either when Nemu or Hachigo are around, it is rare to see them far away from Mayuri and they tend to help him in his lab.

So factually speaking, both Akon and Nemu are the lieutenants of the 12th Division. And that means that Akon often ends up being swamped with work.

He cannot, as a result, always help his needy partner. But when he does... Uuuuuh, he very often hits the mark.

He has kind of a low libido, you see, but most of the partners he seems to have attracted during the years are high libido. And they have wanted to take care of him and smash him often.

What happens is always this: he tries to approach his partner to have sex with them and, you know, "teach them a lesson" (a very hot and messy lesson) for pestering him so much as he tried working and getting the job done... But he is tired. Sooooo tired.

Nowadays his partner, and also the woman he happens to want to marry, is Hibiki. She can see he'd like to do things to her, the wildest things, and watch her squirm under his fingers and tremble on his cock as he thrusts with wild abandon... but she can also see that he is utterly spent.

So what happens most of the time is that she and Akon masturbate together with the many toys at their disposal, which the two of them have made specifically for these occasions. These moments make Akon momentarily forget of cigarettes as a mechanism to combat stress. They also allow the two of them to experience great pleasure without having to worry about positions.

He is with her now, after all, getting his cock milked by a fleshlight with peculiar textures on the inside as he holds her hand, while she goes insane over a machine sucking her clit and simulating a good fingering session at the same time, hitting her G-spot juuuust right (especially since it was modeled after Akon's own hand).

It is one of the latest things, this multi tasking fuck machine, which these two nerdy devils made when they had a little free time, as an excuse to build up their libido again before it exploded in one of the steamiest make out sessions Hibiki's ever had the man devour her lips in, followed by the best orgasms she's ever experienced after days of either dissatisfaction (because she had wanted to get the man off, and ride him, and go down on him, more times than she had counted him whipping out a cigarette outside of the labs) or stress (he could see her eagerness and it did turn him on, but the experiments he had to carry out and the fact every other researcher depended on him ended up making him be all over the place, and push aside his desire for his lover).

But it turns out, these orgasms today are not enough for Hibiki. The couple has been replacing sex with toys for too long, and they both know it.

They stumble into each other's arms after she grips him from his hair and pulls him to her, and Akon kisses Hibiki's neck feverishly. The two weirdos end up falling over his bed, due to their legs still trembling from the previous climax they have undergone, and they continue their well-deserved intimate moment there, on sheets that had already looked messed up due to his sleepless nights and that were going to get even worse now, with all their movements and juices flowing.

He made a note to keep rubbing himself against her while biting her neck softly, eliciting a whimper from her as he whispered nothings wayyyy sweeter than the ones he had planned, when he had pinned her against the wall before starting the whole session. He just couldn't keep it in, his devotion to these brief moments of incredibly human love and lust he was lucky to experience in a place such as the 12th Division...

And thusly, his devotion to his Hibiki.

He has difficulty standing up momentarily to pick up a condom to wrap around his cock, which is redder than it's ever been, the piercings on it glistening from the precum and lube, and then he wobbles to her, as she lies awaiting him with a blissed out and dumbed down smile.

They fall asleep like that, Akon atop of Hibiki as she hears him start snoring softly, in an almost cartoonish way, she must say. He barely had the strength to tell her he loved her and cherished their time together, before his hand stopped caressing her cheek due to him falling into slumber. She chuckles softly as she pulls the blankets up to cover them both, and soon follows him in the land of dreams.

He made her stupid and she loved it. She longed letting go of all her built up tension with the man she loved madly. She adored every single part of it: him entering her with a shudder and making her walls gush around him with whatever strength he had miraculously left after all the two of them had just gone through, gripping his back and squeezing his butt as he breathed and huffed heavily atop her head (he is one of the tallest men she has met, it's not even funny, she only almost reaches his shoulder), and finally, feeling his thrusts getting sloppier as he finally gets close and finishes inside of her, grunting and cradling her head with one hand as she soothingly glides her own across his trembling back.

She knows, however, they will both need painkillers to walk tomorrow... If they do not want to be teased by Mayuri the next morning, that is.

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dang it be a lil rushed but

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hey here's izuru with a bong

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WHEN SUMMER GETS BLUE

GRIMMJOW X READER FLUFF ONE-SHOT

CONTEXT: This was inspired by very recent events. I wrote it mostly to console myself and try to get out of the hopelessness spiral. I hope it can also help anyone struggling with feeling alone and helpless. I tried not to make Grimmjow too OOC in this, I am sorry if he is not spot on but finding comfort and giving comfort takes priority rn. If anyone feels attacked by this... Don't. And even if you do, know that I simply need to feel comforted and this is what I chose to do it with. Nothing more.

CONTENT: Modern AU, Hurt&Comfort, Grimmjow x Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, Grimmjow plays in a rock band, Reader is unemployed and a student, Grimmjow and Reader have feelings but this is not really a love confession story; themes of loneliness and low self worth, themes of poor social skills, themes of mental health issues, probable grammar mistakes because I have no beta readers, swearing I guess?

Hope you can enjoy.

He'd done well wearing a loose, white shirt to go to band practice, Grimmjow thought bemusedly as he got off his motorcycle and sighed loudly.

The summer heat was a cruel, cruel thing, and even with the wind speeding past him as he rode back to the apartment complex, he had been soaked with sweat by the time he'd put the two-wheeled vehicle in the parking lot and taken off his helmet. The fact that the wind had also come with its own dose of heat hadn't helped, that was sure.

Band practice had gone well, on a more positive note. Shawlong, the eldest among his merry band of bastards, had been particularly insistant that they practice harder than before, that afternoon, and they had all miraculously agreed without the situation escalating and needing a bark or snarl from Grimmjow.

None of them had been doing nicely as of late, so Shawlong asking them to practice with exams on the way had sounded annoying at first, but it seemed that Shawlong had only brought the matter up to Grimmjow, their actual leader, with such conviction 'cause he had wanted them all to loosen up.

And loosen up he had! He felt magnificent! Roaring into the microphone and cheering with full Monster cans in tow had made him forget the nerves he'd been gathering in his stomach due to those damn exams for the last few weeks, and for once, he felt like he could finally pounce on his bed and spend a night sleeping, instead of staring at the wall or prancing back and forth in his room like a caged jaguar.

After a few minutes spent taking out the keys to the main door of the complex, walking up the stairs to the third floor, and almost losing his mind to use the keys to his apartment as well (they had gotten all stuck and messy with each other, ok?), he finally opened the door...

... And clicked his tongue.

The AC wasn't running. Great.

...Wait, not great, why hadn't Y/n turned it on?

-Y/n! Why ain't the AC on? I warned you to... shit...!

He added the last part in a hiss, almost stumbling on an empty box he'd sworn he'd...

Oh for fuck's sake. Y/n and their "mental health issues" stuff... Bothersome, especially at moments like this.

... He conveniently tried brushing to the side the pang of guilt he felt when thinking that.

-Oi, I remember telling you that you needed to get rid of this box, before I left! It's been here for two days since you opened the package!

He got no answer.

Tsk. They were either listening to music or ignoring him, snickering because they'd pissed him off.

They did that frequently. They said they liked seeing him miffed cuz he looked "adorable" or whatever. He'd answered that he really wanted to see how adorable they would think he was if he told em to scram away, forever.

But he hadn't been completely genuine. He remembered starting to feel warmth in his chest as of late whenever they had their little arguments.

They weren't always serious altercations, mind you. It hadn't been like that at first, when he hadn't allowed himself the chance to get to know her, but now? Most times it was just them pestering each other.

It had all started because Y/n had an interest in joining the band of the "Sexta Espada", but they had never played an instrument aside from a kiddy's keyboard and so Grimmjow had said no. However they had kept annoying him so much that he had agreed to teach them the ropes of the guitar, or how to use an actual decent keyboard so that they would not be dead weight on the rest of their team. Ever since then, they'd become more than two roommates awaiting nervously for one of them to break the tension.

They'd become... Acquaintances. Allies. Grimmjow was constantly defined a "friend" by Y/n whenever they spoke, and he would in turn always refer to them as "one of the few people he didn't really want to choke".

It was true. It was also true that in a deeper part of Grimmjow's black heart there was a bit of red, and while it pulsed indeed for his closest acquaintances, the black surrounding that tinge of color always told him to detach the word "friend" from anyone. And so the red wouldn't expand outside of the small confines it had managed to preserve for itself.

He guessed it had been his past life experiences to cause it all. Absent father, resentful mother, the works. He didn't want to dwell on it, but it had happened.

He was surprised the argument he had with Y/n about how "traumatized" he was hadn't gone as explosively as the one he'd had with Shawlong, back in the days when Grimmjow felt like wiping the knowing expression off the older guy's face. Granted they hadn't spoken to each other for a while after that, but Y/n had come to him first, one night, holding out a stupid ticket with a stupid phrase on it to make him feel better.

And it had worked. Grimmjow had believed the stupid ticket. He had believed her stupid tears, cuz she had recognized she was in the wrong with her approach, looked absolutely miserable... And for once that had elicited a sense of awareness in him instead of his typical repulsion.

He had also started, while still trying to seem as stoic as he could, to be more understanding towards Y/n. It had been an avalanche of events he had not managed to stop. They still argued nowadays but it was different, because Grimmjow knew stuff now. Stuff that made him feel like he cared in the worst possible way.

Most students had a semblance of depression nowadays, didn't they? The system that keeps you down, the prospects of the world of work and dating, stuck-up professors... And in the case of Y/n it had also been other stuff, things he didn't feel OK thinking about.

They had told him once, he had listened, he had kept it in mind. The end. Fin. He barely thought about his own issues with the way his family had raised him, he felt like he was intruding in something he shouldn't have whenever he thought about what they'd told him. Paradoxically so, yeah, since they had told him that he didn't have to worry in the first place, but again, if it were for him, everyone should have had the super power of turning their past grievances into concrete sandbags to kick and punch until they broke, and disappeared.

Thinking about it felt annoying, like an empty hole awkwardly existing in a tumultuous sea. He was brave, but not at all too selfless or apt at exploring the world of feelings.

He, however, had the inkling he would need to force himself to be. Because the silence was deafening.

This was Y/n's nervousness at work alright. Something told him as much. As of late they had been much more active after all, since they had started talking to a community suggested by a long time online acquaintance of theirs. They'd had a certain pep in their step when walking, and they had started following hobbies Y/n had sworn they had abandoned due to the burn-out.

They'd thrown out the trash more willingly, they'd agreed to going out to jog with him without too much of a protest, they had washed the dishes without looking at him like he was torturing them by forcing them out of the comfort of their illness...

... And now where was it? The AC, which they had always remembered to turn on as of late, was not on. The box they had forgotten to, but had sworn, their tone chirpy like a damn bird's, they would throw out, was not thrown out.

Heck, the laundry, which had now dried, was still on the drying rack and not settled on the sofa (they'd agreed it was their turn to do that this time, not his).

He had left them at home instead of carrying them with him because they had told him that there was some sort of event going on with those online friends of their, and although Grimmjow had scoffed and told them to suit themselves, he had secretly been not as upset as he had come across.

He had been kinda relieved. Relieved that they were starting to get out of their bubble and socialize a bit, even if it was online and not the real deal.

... Had something happened?

-Oi, - he called out, less anger in his voice, but still keeping a growl in it in case it turned out they were just shitting him, - I am back home! Hello???

He put his helmet on the table, and walked to the door of Y/n's room.

Closed. That either meant they were doing really private stuff, or that they were dissociating, one of the two. Maybe they were wearing earphones?

Well, if the door was closed, he had learnt to keep it that way.

-I am gonna go have a shower. If you wanna talk, and you are gonna want to unless you want me signing the same song the whole night, like I know you hate, we can do that after I shower, ok?

He tried making it sort of silly, but what he said didn't seem to have garnered a response.

He shrugged, shook his head, but as soon as he put his hand on the knob of the bathroom's door, something was heard coming from behind Y/n's door.

A whimper.

Not the pervy kind.

The bad kind. The kind Grimmjow really did not know how to handle, the one that had made him behave uncharacteristically with Y/n by becoming her friend so fast in the first place.

Something had gone down, then.

Fucking social media.

-Yo, you crying?

-Please don't come in...

His hand found his face and began rubbing it soon, after he heard the sound of Bullshit™ being whispered in the most wavering tone of voice he had ever heard her speak with.

-You sure?

-...

-Cuz I call dibs that, if I open this door, I'll find you redder than chili pepper and with tears as big as tennis balls.

-Sniff...

That did it. He turned the knob, while warning them that he was coming in then and there.

He found them lying on their bed, sheets crumpled, hugging more pillows than what should be allowed. The PC was on but no windows were open on it, their phone lay forgotten close to the bedside lamp.

He had predicted what their status would be correctly, he supposed. But Y/n had this ugly habit of theirs that made their cry soundless. The only indication of their pain had been that treacherous whimper that had sealed their fate to be comforted by a not-too-ready Grimmjow, and now all that could show their anguish was their face, a mask of silent pain similar to one of those used in theaters to recite tragedies.

Except that this wasn't theater. This was real feelings. He sat on the bed and prepared for, well, anything.

Had they received their first suicide threat? Had they been told they were scum for their opinion? Had they been torn to shreds for a ship they liked or didn't like?

-... What's up?

His voice was coarse and deep. He kept any annoyance, any impatience out of it. Tried to, anyway, and he hoped it showed.

It was so weird, how he didn't want to scoff at someone's pain as of late when it came to Y/n. Maybe because they had been getting better and now it was going down the drain all over again.

Figures how much the universe will try to fuck you up. Grimmjow knew first hand. He tried to keep his cynicism aside, however, when he saw Y/n open and close their mouth like a pathetic fish washing ashore; something told him his words could seal the wrong deal here.

-I... I thought we were a family... They said we were a small family... So I opened up. Perhaps too much... Sniff...

He made sure not to look them in the eye when they started speaking. He didn't want them to influence him this early in this stupid game at comfort he was playing, dammit...

-I get it. It was, sniff, too much... But I could not help it...! I have been wanting friends... For so long... Sniff...

-Yo... Me an' the Sexta are here. You can ask us, you know, instead of believing people on the internet.

-But they...

-No. Ya cannot trust people on the internet, dumbass. They will always hide stuff from you and it will come up in the worst moments.

-... O-oh. Sniff... I am really stupid...

-Yup.

-Really really stupid...

As soon as he heard their voice creak like a door in horror movies, he groaned internally. There. He had fucked it up, again.

-Oi, listen... What else happened? C'mon... Maybe you ain't that stupid...

Another sniffle, then another watery intake of air was heard and he could glimpse, from the corner of his blue eyes, that they were gripping the pillows tighter.

-Like... Like I said, I wanted friends. And so I opened up, like, a lot... And ok, I was bad, but... But no one aside from this one person warned me! They all told them and not, not me, and like, why? Were they afraid of me? And so they decided to kick me out cuz I made them feel bad and I agree but...

They scrunched their eyes closed. Another violent sob shook them as another whimper cascade of words came out:

-If only I weren't so desperate, now we would still be friends...!

He didn't speak a word as, for once, Y/n cried louder than they usually did. He merely allowed himself a slip up, a trifle really.

He inched closer, trying to prop them up so they were sitting instead of sprawling on the bed like a blob of sadness. He ignored their whimpers intensifying, and the fact that they were nearly wailing now, starting to clutch at his shoulders.

He let them. He also listened to the little voice in his head that told him to approach and stop being a wet cat, pushing away the angry snarl that kept telling him he was being a softie unnecessarily. But Shawlong had told him that a King, what Grimmjow aspired to be, the figure whose energy he wanted to show to enemies and allies alike, took notice of his subordinates and guided them in times of need.

He still wasn't entirely comfortable, but there was also an urge in him to tear something to pieces.

Not them. Not the person who had opened up to him. Every day Grimmjow was surprised by how much his normally rogue-ish attitude would dissipate when faced with Y/n's moods.

Maybe cuz they had been the first to call him out for the mental gymnastics he used in order to consider himself superior due to his own pain. In the beginning he had yelled at them for the "audacity" of talking to him like they knew anything at all, later he had found himself staring into the void due to how fucking spot on they had actually been.

He felt like flinching when he felt them inch closer to him, mimicking what he had done. They were soon entangled in a sort of hug that really needed to change, because his shoulder and left side felt weird in that position.

So he (gently...!) moved them so that he was sitting on the bed with his back on the headrest, and they clung to his shirt like a koala, uncaring of his sweat, curled up against him with their head pressing on his chest.

He put his arms around them so that they would encircle her back, and with that crying ball in his clutches and as stoic an expression as he could muster, he said his piece.

-Look, I get what you're saying. You made a mistake, you didn't realize how bad it was back then, now it's biting you back in the ass. That don't mean you're evil...

-Yes it does...!

-No it doesn't. You're just a sensitive dummy who fears being alone, we spoke of this. But look... Certain people really only care about their peace. And you can't do much about that. So they aren't going to be too permissive to you threatening that. And you know what? They are right. Sometimes they are. That don't mean you are useless or that your feelings ain't real.

The words came natural to him because they sounded like Shawlong's. They'd had a similar convo about the attitude Grimmjow had received from people who hadn't wanted to keep playing in the band, back when his anger issues had been worse.

He rubbed a hand on Y/n's back, feeling awkward as shit while he did it, but it must have been working because their breathing seemed more regular and less hiccup-y, not to mention they didn't seem to be sobbing as much.

-Did you talk to the person they spoke to? Did you clear things?

-I don't think I should right now... Maybe they are angry, and besides, I think they hate me.

-Tch. And maybe they don't. Like I said, sometimes it ain't personal. Or maybe it is. Maybe "family" was just a way of saying. Maybe they needed more self control from you, though.

-I know, I am...

-Sorry. Yeah. I think they know that too. And even if they don't, it's OK. They kicked you out, now you are not in there anymore, ok, so what? Start anew. And maybe try talking to em again when you are feeling better. Or, come with me at practice. See how quick you start laughing once you hear Di Roy's ugly voice now that he got the worst cold in existence, heh...

But he smelled their hesitance a mile away. They stiffened a bit, and he instinctually responded by increasing the pressure in his rubbing.

-I have no right to. I am the villain here. And what if you guys think I am dangerous, too...?

-You ain't a villain. Just a dumbass. But becoming a better dumbass is, luckily for you, easier than becoming a better villain. Also, who do you think you are? You are about as dangerous as a turnip to us! And one more thing, who do you think we are, uh? If you make us upset we won't kick ya, hearing ya get the song wrong on the keyboard is fun as fuck.

Grimmjow gave their back a few pats, sighed, and realized just how much he was changing. It felt super dangerous, but he could not pull back.

He was being better at this than expected. He really hoped that this weird-ass attempt actually left a mark. They were calming down, and they were calming down fast, too, but something in him felt weird when telling them about him and the Sexta and how they felt.

They were all grumbly morons, he thought. Never really good at being soft, but not very good at staying stiff and rough with someone they liked, either. And he... Appreciated Y/n, he supposed.

They really didn't give themselves enough credit. If they were a villain, who was he? They were actually one of the best "exorcists" he knew dammit. They'd managed to make him mellow out in a few weeks, not years, after they had first done a See Who Yells And Hurts The Other The Most challenge.

He hated to admit it, or maybe, that was just an impression from the side of him that still felt in denial.

He ignored it. He spoke anyway despite of it. He didn't have to act too tough with Y/n wrecked like this, because he knew they would not disrespect him for doing so.

-Look... Keep going. Keep doing your stuff, on your own. Who knows, maybe one of those guys will come and seek you out themselves. And if not, you can still start again with other things. Kay?

Their sniffles could not be heard. They still felt fragile in a way he couldn't understand, maybe the tired way, but the crying had almost completely subsided.

He didn't budge. Didn't move at all from his place. He felt like the strangest protector in the world, he who had been used for so long to lash out and bite.

He almost didn't notice them whispering a thank you. It was so soft he barely heard it, muffled by the sheets he had pulled over them to let them curl into a ball under the fabric, as to give them some privacy if they felt as awkward as he did when they held onto each other.

Y/n ended up falling asleep, and he couldn't find himself wanting to get up.

The shower could wait. The King needed to help his people first. Something in him wanted to snarl and tear apart those who had hurt them, but Grimmjow remembered the words he had said before, that moment of carefully thought out phrases.

They resembled the way so many people had told him to "just chill" when he'd been younger and an even greater menace, but now, he pondered on them differently.

Because those same thoughts had been purified by Shawlong and the others of the Sexta Espada. They had cared, and not merely wanted to put a muzzle on him, like the other people from the numerous crowds he had glared at, and who used to look at him with disgust in return, always fearing he would become the next serial killer they'd see on the news.

He looked out the window of Y/n's room and closed his eyes. Blessedly, the wind decided to brush past the curtains and lend the pair a tinge of cooling temperatures as Grimmjow followed Y/n's example, closed the metaphorical entrance to the room in his brain dedicated to all thoughts messy and strange, and fell asleep.