#grimmbazz

[niiusa]

Blackday

[kryptoniteforsale]

Grimmjow: “I don’t share the spotlight.”

Bazz-B: “Relax. No one’s looking at you.”

[whatshernameis]

A/N: I almost forgot to post today's work for @bleachsmutfest! It's still a shoer one, though I'm proud of myself that I managed to do three works! Maybe I'll write something more an post it as a late work :) Pair: Grimmjow x Bazz-B aka GrimmBazz CW: Swearing, fighting, fighting for domination (sort of?), s*x on the desert, c*m, sand gets everywhere, Grimmjow is a menace WC: 746

“You’re an idiot. I almost hit you!”

“Tch. You’re an idiot. I would take this one myself! I don’t need you weak ass to help me!”

“Weak ass?! Ha! You wanna fight me and find out how weak I am?!”

“Bring it on, bitch!”

This short banter brought some changes to Hueco Mundo’s landscape. Some craters here and there, rocks chipped off nearby cliffs creating new rock formations. A loud roar rolled through the barren desert coming off from the hilltop like thunder under the clear night sky, scaring off any Hollows that would dare to come up close looking for leftovers of a prey. 

On the top of the damaged hill two males were tangled in hot embrace, panting; hot breaths mixed, eyes locked in a deep stare. Their bodies were bruised and scratched, like they just had an intense fight of some sorts. Just not the type where one fights to save a life.

Arrancar hovered over the other man, his hand was pushed over Bazz-B’s mouth, muffling any sounds that may have come out of it. Eyes of the Quincy man rolled in pleasure, his cock twitched as he neared his own peak, drops of precum shone in the never-setting moon of Hollows domain. With a loud slap Grimmjow hips moved, burying his cock deep inside the other man. His own rhythm faltered, yet, he refused to stop at least until Bazz-B would writhe, until his whole view would become white, until Grimmjow would dominate the Quincy fully, claiming him. 

Gloved fingers scraped against the dusty surface, trying to find any grip. Waves of pleasure washed over Bazz-B’s body over and over, head pulsing with a blood rush. Warmth spilled on his thighs and abdomen, staining the Arrancar above him too.

The latter let out another loud roar, like a predator claiming his prey in an animalistic frenzy. 

Now that was a way to resolve an argument…

Grimmjow’s cock twitched inside Bazz-B, as pent-up frustration and anger left his body with every shudder. Satisfied and with a slight pleasurable sting of asserting domination, he rolled from the other male’s body, rough surface scratched his back.

Under his own back, the Quincy could feel little rocks stinging his skin, sand under his shoulders and ass felt like sandpaper. 

For a moment there was nothing but erratic breaths, and throaty groans in the air, as their bodies calmed down enough to perceive the surroundings again.

Bazz-B was first to sit up, regain his self-awareness about their nudity, and alertness now directed to any Hollow that would approach them during an act, and would be ready to strike while they were exposed and vulnerable. But it seemed like beings like them, unlike Bazz, had some basic self-preservation instincts, and held away from the blue-haired Arrancar.

“If you’re inviting me to a hunt, you should know I will want to fucking fight too.” The Quincy reached for his clothes, starting to put his scattered clothes on.

“Shut up.” Grimmjow barked, yet kept a content smirk. He was more lazy, basking in bliss and feeling of being the one to dominate. “Didn’t need your help.”

“Then why do you insist we come to a bloody Hueco Mundo!?”

Grimmjow’s hands found his own clothes, thrown away a little bit further than Bazz’s. His lips curved into a smug grin.

“Oh I see. You wanted to do some showoff, didn’t you? Big bad Arrancar, claiming a barren piece of desert, eradicating a population of lesser Hollows out of it.”

“I certainly claimed something else.” Grimmjow let out a low laugh, his eyes turned to Bazz, still carrying that insatiate spark.

“Shut up!”

Loud laughter echoed between rocks as Grimmjow watched Bazz-B’a face growing slightly red. 

Without trying to find more reason to argue, they dressed quickly. Their eyes scanned slowly the altered landscape, admiring the destruction they were part of. Bazz-B was first to break the silence.

“Grimmjow?”

“Yeah?”

“As much as I appreciate our escapades, next time pick a different spot, not a fucking desert.” Grabbing the back side of his pants, Bazz pulled them slightly, jumped and adjusted, clearly getting rid of an uncomfortable feeling. “Fucking sand gets everywhere…”

Eerie sound crackled in the air as the Garganta opened showing the depth of dimensional passage. 

“Then come on. Let’s find that spot.” Grimmjow smirked, waving his hand, wondering if they could find Kurosaki to piss him off… Sex on gingerhead’s roof sounded like a good place to start.

[ficticiousdelicious]

Is there already a GrimmBazz day? If there isn't we should make it a thing.

[akamikazae]

lil GrimmBazz ✧.* Doodle request for @whatshernameis

[blackkatmagic]

96 and 97 for Grimmjow/Bazz B because your post about them time travelling inspired this

Some asshole with no arm and way too many scars falls out of the sky and right into Grimmjow during one of his missions to find more Adjuchas, and Grimmjow is so offended right up until he sees all the scars and realizes this guy with the mohawk can put up a fight and decides to make him. 

Meanwhile Bazz-B is five years back in time, just got almost-killed by his best friend, and wants nothing more than to choke Yhwach to death in his sleep. And, apparently, the best way to do that is knocking Aizen off his throne and taking control of Hueco Mundo. He has no time for the hot asshole with the blue hair trying to kick his ass. Maybe they can make a deal. Maybe he can actually stop being an idiot for ten seconds and then Bazz won’t be so distracted by his scars and muscles and the fact that he hasn’t gotten laid in like 50 years. 

[niiusa]

[niiusa]

Yo yes they are.