#perv!grimmjow

[esha-isboogara]

perv!grimmjow

bleach men bring out something gross in me but i’m not going to apologize

more bleach —> aizen

✰grimmjow is a warning himself,he’s a sick little bastard,

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♡perv!grimmjow who doesn’t give a fuck that he’s a pervert. he’s not going to feel bad about the way he is just because some loser criticized him. he doesn’t even try to hide it.

♡perv!grimmjow who doesn’t wear anything under his robes. what reason does he have ? he has a big dick and he knows it. the other espada try in vein to convince him to wear something-anything. he likes fo show off his cock and knowing that you’ll see it makes him all the more excited.

♡perv!grimmjow who loves to be all up on you. normally he’s not a hugger but how can he now be when you’re walking around with all that curve ?

♡perv!grimmjow who hates it when aizen talks to you alone. he knows how he can be and he doesn’t like it. grimmjow will go out of his way to make sure the two of you are not alone- he’s practically attached at your hip most of the time

♡perv!grimmjow who gets a kick out of watching you fight. the way your body moves with such ease ? he finds it so sexy- it’s so hard to control himself. if he’s lucky some of your robe will get torn off and he’ll get to see some skin.

♡perv!grimmjow who is basically your boyfriend. he doesn’t give you a say in the matter he just starts to claim you’re his one day and never stopped. most of the other espada don’t want anything to do with his bs so they accept this fact and move on.

♡perv!grimmjow who makes you shower with him. he insists so many times you take the offer to shut him up. seeing your naked body next to yours is a dream come true. oh how he wants to fuck you but he knows he can’t stray from his mission.

♡perv!grimmjow who straight up asked for your panties and bras. he has no shame.

[or0ch1maru]

18+, this is so self indulgent I’m sorry. I’m a whore, a pervert whatever you wanna call it. Warnings: talk of balls, m oral receiving. Fem reader. Reader being called a perv. Reader being obsessed with her bf’s nuts

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You love his balls. The sheer size, the weight. You always wondered how he could ever sit comfortably with them between his legs. You love the way they barely fit in your palm, or how you can just manage to fit them inside your pretty little mouth. The feeling when he’s deep in your ass, his heavy breeder balls smacking against your clit with each rough thrust, the rhythm causing you to reach your peak multiple times. When he’s feeling extra nasty, he’ll have you sitting pretty on your knees, patting your cheek with his tip before placing his nuts on your face. Looking down at you with that signature wolfy grin of his as he watches his dirty girl, knowing that your panties are soaked because of this filthy act. But your absolute favorite, is hearing his moans turn into whines(no matter how hard he tries holding back) Your small hand wrapped around his shaft, moving up and down as your tongue swirls around his base before popping a nut into your mouth. Especially when your tongue hits that one spot, causing your boyfriend to let out a whimper before his thoughts turn feral. Thinking of all the ways he’s gonna ruin you once you’re done. The times his cock is buried deep in your throat, the feeling of his balls pressed against your chin and upper neck is something you never wanna forget. It’s something you’ve engraved in your mind.

“So fuckin’ nasty, look atcha’. Pussy soaking wet, all cuz of these.”

Your boyfriend taunts, his hands cupping his nuts as he stands over you. Watching as your pupils blow out with lust, the way they glaze over as your mind is only on one thing.

“Want em so bad, here.”

He smirks as he plops them down on your face. Letting out a chuckle as your face almost disappears under his cock and nuts.

“Never knew my girl was such a pervert.”

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TOJI, SUKUNA, KENPACHI, KAKUZU, HIDAN, KISAME, Satoru, Suguru, Grimmjow, Shunsui, OBITO, Itachi, dom Choso, Todo, Naobito, Nanami

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[lhatake87]

⚠️ Please be advised the following content is meant for 18+⚠️

🚨 Please review triggers🚨

Grimmjow (Bleach) x Reader

Trigger Warning: Possible triggers in this one shot include (but are not limited to) praise, degrading, edging, light BDSM, and alcohol.

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Agitated didn't even begin to describe how Grimmjow felt as he walked through the city. He should've known that anything Kisuke Urahara had to offer would come with a price. And an annoying one at that. Her name was Y/n. Soul Reaper turned Visord because the old perv wanted a new experiment. That was Grimmjow's take on it, at least. Urahara was the one who turned the woman.

"Why do I have to train her?" Grimmjow snapped.

Hiding behind his fan, Kisuke waved his hand, "Mr. Kurosaki is currently busy with his family."

"Tch," Grimmjow looked into the front of the store as the h/c spoke with Nel. "Why not Nel?"

As Grimmjow asked the question, the two men watched as Nel removed her bracelet, turning her into the toddler she loved to be. Grimmjow sighed at the action before sliding open the door. Kisuke didn't have to answer Grimmjow. He could feel the instability in the woman's spiritual pressure.

"Come on, runt," Nel spun around before slipping her bracelet back on. "You're going back home."

"Grimmy!" Nel was cheerful in the time of peace.

Fighting the urge to snap at the blue-headed bombshell, Grimmjow focused on his newest task. "You're coming with me, kid."

"KID?!" Grimmjow hadn't expected the Soul Reaper to bite back. "We're probably the same age!" She shouted as he moved closer.

Grimmjow didn't stop until he was less than an inch from the woman. Blue eyes drilled into e/c ones as he told her, "Still a kid." As she peered at the much taller male, she wondered if she should continue the backlash. "That's what I thought. Training room," Grimmjow turned away, "come on."

And that was a little over six weeks ago.

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"Why the fuck would he let her go out with those dumbasses," it was a rhetorical question as Grimmjow shoved his hands in the pockets of his black jeans.

While he hated his gagai, he knew he couldn't storm through the world of the living as he sought out the woman. Her spiritual pressure was close. Along with three Soul Reapers. There was something wrong. Maybe wrong wasn't the right word. Grimmjow could sense that Y/n was upset. Her spiritual pressure flared before suddenly leveling out. Quickening his pace, Grimmjow headed for the building where he could feel the woman.

Grinding his teeth, Grimmjow walked into the restaurant. He didn't have to search for the group. A certain busty blonde's loud and boisterous laugh carried through the room. Making his way through the small crowd, he caught the eyes of Y/n. E/c eyes shimmered for a moment before they were filled with confusion.

"Grimmjow?" She asked as he moved in closer. "What are you doing here?"

The three Soul Reapers, in their gagais, tensed. Renji looked to his left, where Grimmjow had stepped between him and Y/n. "Shouldn't you be in Hueco Mundo?" Renji's cheeks may have been tinted with a blush, but he quickly sobered.

Ignoring Renji, Grimmjow told Y/n, "That's my line, Kid. We were supposed to go to Hueco Mundo for training."

"Stop calling me that!" Her small shout made Shuhei and Rangiku stop their giggling.

"Maybe you should use that anger to do some fighting," Grimmjow teased. "Now, let's go."

When Grimmjow took hold of her wrist, Y/n froze momentarily. Grimmjow had a strict 'no contact' policy unless they were exchanging blows. The shock quickly vanished as she wrenched her arm from his grasp.

"I'm having fun," Y/n retorted as she crossed her arms.

Rather than turning back, Grimmjow looked Renji in the eyes. "I said let's go, Kid."

"No," she repeated her refusal.

Renji shrugged lazily, "She said no, Espada."

While it wasn't as menacing in his gagai, Grimmjow growled. It was low and throaty. Looking over his shoulder, he said, "Then why did your spiritual pressure flare?"

Renji watched Y/n closely as Grimmjow's question registered. Y/n's face fell slightly.

"What are you talking about?" Her defensive posture began to fade as she dropped her arms.

"Tch," Grimmjow let it go. "You're being a brat. Let's go."

Eyes narrowed, Y/n told him, "Make. Me."

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as Grimmjow turned around. He took the last step towards Y/n that placed him close enough their breath mingled. He could smell the sake on her. She was tipsy. It gave her a false confidence. Eyes boring into her, Y/n waited for Grimmjow's next move. He didn't have to move. The pure energy that rolled off of Grimmjow was placed solely on Y/n. It was crushing.

Y/n sucked in a breath, trying to fill her lungs with the air she so desperately needed. Watching her struggle, Grimmjow almost gave in. Then he realized that he liked it. He liked watching her become vulnerable because of him. He liked being in control of her. He liked her needing him in someway.

When Y/n's hand clutched onto Grimmjow's forearm, relief washed over her. Lifting her head, she couldn't discern the look in the male's eyes as he peered down at her.

"I'll see you three later," Y/n said meekly. "Thank you for visiting."

Whatever the Soul Reapers said fell on deaf ears as Grimmjow took hold of Y/n's hand. He maneuvered through the crowd before leaving the restaurant. Once in the street, Grimmjow wasted no time using Shinpo to arrive at Urahara's shop.

Letting go of Y/n's hand, Grimmjow entered the small building. Y/n nearly stumbled at the loss of contact. Quickly following after the brooding male, Y/n wondered what kind of torture was in store for her. They were silent as they trekked through the shop and towards the training grounds.

Once underground, Y/n began to ask, "I thought-"

Her question was never finished as Grimmjow pinned her to the wall. His long fingers were wrapped around her throat. Body pressed against her. Leg poised between her thighs as he stared at her.

"Tell me why you lied," Grimmjow seethed. "Why were you upset back there?"

Defiance and uncertainty swirled in Y/n's gaze. "It doesn't matter." Her voice was low. "It's not like you care anyway."

Another growl left the Espada. "I asked you a fucking question, you brat."

"And I don't have to answer it," she tried matching the distaste in his voice. "Quit calling me names."

As Grimmjow grinned madly, Y/n could only imagine the expression on his true self and not the doll he wore. She hated his gagai.

"You don't like being called names," his thumbs traced her quickening pulse. "Maybe you shouldn't play games you can't win, little toy."

A jolt of electricity danced over Y/n. Grimmjow felt every beat of her heart when he said the name. He had meant it as a taunting joke. He couldn't deny the spark of pleasure that ran through him as he watched her eyes dilate for a split second.

"I'm not a fucking toy, Grimm." Y/n hardly called him Grimm. She knew not to call him Grimmy. Nel was the only one who could get away with that.

"We'll see about that," Grimmjow pushed off of her. "Get out of that damn thing. I'm going to kick your ass."

Doing as she was told, Y/n only complied because she wanted to kick his ass. Grimmjow eyed the h/c carefully. Her clothes were different than usual. Rather than her Soul Reaper Shihakusho, she was dressed in human clothes.

"The fuck are you wearing?" Grimmjow asked.

Looking down, she threw her hands up, "Kisuke gave them to me. They're better to train in."

"Have you been training with that damn pervert again?" Grimmjow narrowed his eyes. "He'd be pleased seeing you prance around in that."

Smirking, Y/n crossed her arms. The white tank top made the motion bring attention to her boobs. "Jealous, Grimmy?"

"Did you just fucking call me 'Grimmy'?" The words were low as he grit them out.

As she cocked a hip, the loose black athletic shorts shifted. "Doesn't kitty want to play?"

Growling, Grimmjow lowered his stance, preparing to strike. "Kitty's going to play, alright."

That was the only warning before Y/n was tackled to the ground. The two rolled a few times before Y/n ended up with the advantage. Springing to her feet, she used Shinpo to distance herself from the angry Espada. Perhaps she had pushed too many buttons of his.

Hiding behind a rock, Y/n thought about the best strategy to defeat Grimmjow. She's never won their fights during training. And there was nothing about this fight that would be gentle. Grimmjow was going to go all out. Y/n may have been a sixth seat, but that was nothing compared to the former Sexta.

"I can smell you, my little Visord," Grimmjow was languid in his movements as he approached the boulder Y/n was pressed against. "I think I'll stick to my little toy, though."

The anger bubbled within Y/n at the taunting name. Since her spiritual pressure flared, it only confirmed what Grimmjow's nose could discern. She was behind the rock. Quietly, he climbed the structure. Peering down at the beautiful h/c, Grimmjow paused. Her pulse was stuttering as her head swiveled. She wasn't focused. Either the alcohol had gotten to her, or she was anxious.

Flipping down, Grimmjow pinned Y/n to the rough-edged stone. "You gonna tell me what your problem is?"

Gasping, Y/n drew her hand back to strike Grimmjow. Quickly catching it, Grimjoww grinned in triumph. Repeating the action, Grimmjow held both wrists against the rough stone. Y/n's breathing was as erratic as her heart as she stared into the Espada's eyes. She felt as though she was drowning in those deep pools of blue. There was no air filling her lungs. She needed to ground herself. She needed to surface again before she fell to the depths.

When Y/n leaned forward, Grimmjow froze. As he sucked in a breath, her lips met his. Grimmjow was too shocked to react at first. Stunned by the bold move that was unlike the woman. Gathering his thoughts, Grimmjow released Y/n's wrists. One hand threaded into her hair while the other pinned her hip to the stone.

Jerking back roughly, Grimmjow asked harshly, "The fuck are you doing, little toy?"

Grimmjow's eyes watched as Y/n chewed at her lip before cutting her eyes away, "I was trying to distract you enough to attack."

Giving a quick tug to Y/n's hair, Grimmjow enjoyed the spark of delight in her eyes as she gasped. "We both know you're lying, little kitty." Y/n's eyes dilated again, "Did you like that name? What about pet?" Y/n pursed her lips. "No? How about my little pet?"

When Y/n didn't move aside from her teeth grazing her lower lip, Grimmjow pressed his body to hers. The purr that escaped Grimmjow made Y/n's entire body vibrate along with him. His knee wedged itself between her legs, pressing against her sensitive clit. All she's done since her eyes met his was fantasize about having sex with him.

"Does my little pet want to play?" Something struck both of them. "I think you'll like it more than you want to admit, kitten. Does my little kitten want to play with the big bad kitty?"

To all things holy, Y/n wanted to play. Badly.

All Y/n could do at that moment was nod as she rolled her hips against his thigh. Grimmjow took a deep breath in as Y/n's scent grew heavy. It incased his senses, making his vision blur. The Espada would have to be careful to not lose control. Going feral wasn't an option with someone like Y/n. She wouldn't be able to take the brutality that was pent up inside Grimmjow. The man could admit, to himself, that the thought of fucking Y/n was more than fleeting.

The pressure against her body was suffocating. It was fueling the fire that Grimmjow had ignited. The world spun on its axis as they stared at one another. They were trying to solve the puzzle of one another. Not only that, they were trying to decipher what this would mean. Once they have sex, will that change who they are to each other? Would this be a one time thing? Grimmjow secretly hoped this was just the beginning. And Y/n, well she thought the same.

Stepping through the Garganta, Y/n grew anxious with every step they took. Calling Grimmjow's home a lair was far too fitting. Though, the home was rather spacious and filled with surprisingly expensive things. This wasn't the first time Y/n had been to his home. This was the first time she was keenly aware of his belongings.

The rug was soft beneath her bare feet. Her eyes scanned the plush looking couch and wondered if Grimmjow enjoyed soft things. Looking back on the time she's known him, he's always rubbing against fabric of some kind. He is a cat, after all.

"Are you sure about this, kitten?" Grimmjow sounded as though he was teasing. When in fact, he was rather serious about the matter.

Y/n turned her head to focus on Grimmjow. She watched as he tossed his jacket to the floor. Had she ever been in his bedroom? The thought made her chest tighten as her heart raced in anticipation. Possibly a bit of anxiety.

"You don't scare me, Grimmy," She smirked at him before pulling her shirt over her head.

Something between a snort and a growl left Grimmjow as he closed the distance between them. He was so much taller than her and she never thought about until now. He would have to lean down a bit, but his chin could easily rest on the top of her head. This only made her even more excited as she thought about the power he would have over her. She loved the thought of him controlling her. Toying with her. But deep down, she knew that Grimmjow would protect her. He wasn't a man of words. Grimmjow was a man of action.

If Y/n had wanted to continue taunting Grimmjow, it was pointless. In one swift motion, Grimmjow shredded the remainder of her clothes. As Y/n gasped, he yanked her closer by the nape of her neck.

"Looks like I hurt my kitten," Grimmjow mused as he noticed the small scratch against the top of Y/n's breast. "Let me clean it for you, pet."

Y/n sucked in a breath when his tongue traced the blood on her flesh. Grimmjow hummed happily as he continued lapping at her wound. She stood as still as possible while her eyes fluttered close at the feeling of him touching and caressing her with his hand and mouth. He was torturing her. The laps against her skin were slow and languid. He didn't seem eager to make this torture end either.

When his teeth grazed against the scratch, Y/n shuddered. Grimmjow inhaled deeply as Y/n's scent grew even heavier. She was eager, willing and all too ready for him. He wondered how long she'd been thinking of him as she fingered herself in her bed. Had she dreamt of him fucking her and woken with damp panties? Had he been oblivious to her desires? The thought made him furious. Grimmjow let his fangs pierce Y/n's flesh in an attempt at calming himself.

"GRIMM!" Y/n's scream was laced with lust as her hands flew to him. She gripped the back of his neck while her other hand was clinging to his forearm.

Blood lust satisfied, Grimmjow pulled away to begin lapping at the already bruising bite mark. "Sorry, kitten," he chuckled, "I have to taste all of you."

Those words made Y/n rub her thighs together. The aroma of her juices made Grimmjow growl deeply. Standing upright, he looked into her eyes. Both their gazes were heavy with a need that only they could satisfy. There was more between these two than either had expected. Setting aside the thought for now, Grimmjow stepped away.

Turning, he pointed to the bed, "I hope you're ready, pet." Y/n moved to crawl onto the blue velvet blanket. "I'm not going to hold back."

Only Grimmjow would have chains in his lair. Y/n shouldn't have been surprised at all. Was she truly going to let him tie her up with them? A strip of leather was tossed to the bed beside the two bundles of chains. The chains didn't look too heavy, but again, the thought of being tied down for him to worship and torture her was too alluring.

"I don't want you to," were the words Y/n offered as Grimmjow finally turned around.

If Grimmjow had a heart, it would've stopped. Y/n had spread her legs wide for him. Her hair was a mess from his grip earlier. Hands lay innocently beside her head as she gazed at him. She was waiting for him. There was no hesitation in her need to have him. Warmth filled Grimmjow at the knowledge. Of course, Grimmjow has had plenty of lovers. But Y/n, she CHOSE this. There was something different about this moment. About this woman.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Grimmjow mulled over what he wanted to do to her. "Do you want a safe word?"

Kind of surprised, Y/n grinned devilishly, "Ichigo."

"You little brat," Grimmjow gripped one of her ankles, "I'm going to enjoy fucking some sense into you. Teach you who's in control."

Yanking her leg, Grimmjow began to wrap one of the chains around her leg. Y/n hissed at the cold metal meeting her skin. He snaked the chain around her ankle before continuing up her leg. The last bit of metal was wrapped around the flesh of her thigh. Y/n hadn't noticed, but there was a hook at either end of the chain, allowing Grimmjow to lock the chain. With how tightly the chain was wound, it wasn't moving.

The action was repeated as Y/n watched Grimmjow's movements. The way his shoulders moved with each motion. His forearms as they flexed. His hands as they grazed her body. She could see the hunger in his eyes as he cut them upward.

"What's the leather for?" Y/n hesitated to ask as she saw him pick it up.

"Ask too many questions and I'll use it to gag you," his threat wasn't much of one, but Y/n decided to remain silent. "Close your eyes." Y/n followed his command. "Don't open them, kitten. Kitty is ready to play."

Y/n's mouth opened to comment about him calling himself kitty, but that didn't happen. Instead, there was a startled yelp that ended in a moan. The leather was tapped to Y/n's clit as Grimmjow pushed her legs open further. She was already seeping from her folds. Grimmjow increased the pressure with each strike to her bud.

The noises leaving her grew louder with each passing strike. The delicious feeling of the chains pressing into her added to the euphoria. Y/n swore she would orgasm if he didn't stop. There was a pause in his ministrations before Grimmjow pulled Y/n further down the bed. Her knees bent and feet dangled off the bed. When his hand wrapped around her throat, Y/n tilted her head back and gasped.

"Do you wanna cum, kitten?" Grimmjow asked as he used the leather to tease her throbbing clit.

"Y-yes," she managed to say as she rolled her hips.

"What was that?" Grimmjow gave a quick squeeze to her throat.

"Yes," she gasped.

Instead of tightening his grip on her throat, Grimmjow slapped the leather against her breasts, "I think you're forgetting something, kid."

Y/n hated the sounds she was making as she mewled with every touch from him. "P-please." Another harsh strike. "P-p-lease, Grimm!"

Feeling the weight shift around her, Y/n guessed that Grimmjow was bending forward. She wasn't sure what to expect and she tensed. One hand still at her throat, Grimmjow settled the other on her hip, pinning her to the plush bed. Startled, and sensitive, Y/n let out a soft scream when Grimmjow's tongue ran over her clit. Next he lapped at her slit before flicking her bud. She tried with all her might to buck against his mouth with ever lick he gave. It was futile.

"Stay still, kitten," another lap, "or I'll tie you down to the bed."

Those words made Y/n writhe under Grimmjow, eliciting a growl from the Espada. Moving from the foot of the bed, he walked to the side of it. Taking hold of a cuff, he reached for Y/n's hand. Slipping it on, he kissed the inside of her wrist before tightening the restraint. He offered the same treatment to her ankles and other wrist. Her feet were now planted on the floor, leaving her exposed to Grimmjow and whatever wonderful things he hand planned for her.

Standing before the beauty that lay before him, Grimmjow was stunned. Could she be any more perfect? She gave the man a headache every day he saw her. Her mouth made him want to teach her a lesson. Her body was amazing to watch as she trained. Getting to see her like this, on display, ready, willing and needy for him- he thought he might be going crazy.

In the same position as before, Grimmjow wasted no time in suckling her clit. Y/n tried to wiggle her hips in a feeble attempt to have control over the pressure. With the build up, Y/n was creeping closer and closer to the edge. Grimmjow was eager to taste the mana that flowed from Y/n as she reached her first high.

"Gr-imm!" Y/n continued to wriggle as Grimmjow refused to pull away.

In through, he wanted her to experience him as no other woman had. He wanted her to feel as though she's never had sex before. That this was how sex should feel. Y/n trembled as the overstimulation grew. Tears prickled and she wanted to blink them away, but feared that Grimmjow would be upset with her.

Languidly, Grimmjow moved to Y/n's dripping slit. He was slightly disappointed to see that he had allowed some to slide onto the blanket. He wanted to drink all of her in. His tongue was softer, kinder, as he lapped at her juice. Y/n's chest heaved with pants as she came down from the peak of the rollercoaster Grimmjow had sent her on.

"You okay, kitten?" His tone conveyed genuine concern as he pulled away.

Oh, how beautiful she was. Her chest was splotched red from the fire that danced inside of her veins. She had tugged a bit at her restraints, causing red marks to form. Those beautiful eyes were still shut as she continued to breathe heavily.

"Yes," She admitted breathlessly.

Sharp nails traced the chains that bound her, "Wanna tell me what the problem was now?"

"No," this time her admission sounded broken.

Kneading the flesh of her hips, Grimmjow told Y/n, "I won't let you cum again until you tell me, pet."

Chewing at her lip, Y/n thought of what to say. On one hand, she didn't want to tell Grimmjow what had happened while she was out with old friends. Then again, she didn't want Grimmjow to edge her either.

"I don't want to tell you," she whispered.

Sighing, Grimmjow crawled onto the bed, hovering over Y/n, "Why not?" He was frustrated with her now.

After feeling his breath fan across her face, Y/n turned her head away, "You'll think I'm weak. You won't care anyway."

That stung. It stung way more than Grimmjow had wanted it to.

"Quit being a brat," he yanked on her hair to bring her face back to his. "Open your eyes and tell me what that piece of shit Soul Reaper did."

Blinking, Y/n nearly gasped at the male above her. His hair was a chaotic mess of blue. The bone fragment was tightly clenched, signaling that his entire jaw was as well. His eyes. His eyes were heavy, laden with lust, fury and something else.

"Renji didn't do anything," she spoke softly. When Grimmjow growled lowly, she sighed. "He didn't." She repeated. "I- I was jealous. Seeing them together. Knowing I can never go back. Renji and I used to- I'm lonely."

Unable to take the broken look in her eyes, Grimmjow kissed her deeply. The action caught Y/n off guard. As Grimmjow continued to ravage Y/n's mouth, he used his free hand to yank the cuffs from her wrists. Y/n didn't fight the urge to reach for him. She was desperate for him. The look in his eyes possessed her. She never wanted him to leave her side. Hell, she never wanted him to leave her bed.

When Grimmjow gave into the temptation finally, he knew he'd be a changed... man? Espada? Whatever the word should be, Y/n had changed him. This was where he belonged. The red string of fate tied them together and there was no breaking it. No matter what or who attempted to pull them apart, Grimmjow vowed at that moment to slaughter them.

Y/n moaned heavily into their kiss as Grimmjow pushed into her. He was gentle as he eased himself into her cunt. Y/n squeezed her eyes closed at the tinge of pain that prickled her senses. Grimmjow's girth was not something Y/n had anticipated. When Grimmjow began to move, Y/n whimpered softly.

"Don't worry, kitten," Grimmjow murmured into her lips, "you won't be lonely anymore."

[semisgroupie]

Congrats!! I've been following you for awhile, just through dif accounts, so I'm glad to see you're doing well<3

For your event, can I please request perv roommate (Grimmjow or Renji, whoever you think fits best!), who's been pining for awhile and gets himself off using sleeping reader? Bonus points if she doesn't wake up

You are so so sweet and thank you. I love this request so much and I’m going with grimmjow for this bc he’s such a perv and he would definitely do this

[future-dregs]

For the fandom questionnaire: your thoughts on Bleach?

Oooh *rubs my little mits together* let's see, (now for all fairness, I don't really know what the fandom thought for some of these are, so I'm just guessing and we'll see how it goes I guess) also, I haven't watched the anime....

The first character I first fell in love with: Ichigo. He's so....everything. How could I not?

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Isshin. I'll be honest, he seemed like a real jerk. And I still don't really jive with how he and his wife got together, but he cares about his family, and he's doing his bumbling best, his mistakes are not out of malice, and by the end I actually come to cherish him, rather than grind my teeth and spit every panel he showed up in.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Okay, to clarify, this isnt hate, more along the lines of indifference, but Grimmjow. Even before I got into Bleach I knew about him, and I was excited to meet him and fully prepared to be blown away...and I wasn't. He's cool and everything, and plays a big, important role and was an interesting foil to Ichigo. But idk man, I just wasn't feelin' it and I left him feeling kinda underwhelmed. And I KNOW he's a fan favorite. I know he is, I know this.

The character I love that everyone else hates: I don't think I have one?

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: *sigh* I liked Kon, okay? His little stuffed lion is adorable and I thought he was funny. And then he just wouldn't. stop. He wouldn't shut up, and he wouldn't stop perving on people. So now I wish to drop kick his little stuffed ass.

The character I would totally smooch: Jushiro. On the mouth. Its somethin' about that long hair and soft, gentle face. I wanna push my fingers up in there and give him a good kiss. I'm kind of surprised by this answer myself, because if pressed I would say that there are other characters that I find more immediately appealing, but when I thought about it, the only one I want to kiss, is him.

The character I’d want to be like: Honestly? Ichigo. He's just everything you would want to be, y'know? He's brave, and thoughtful and smart, and selfless, and STUBBORN, his friends he makes into his family, and his family is vitally important to him, his style is fricking amazing and I love his smile. I would love to be him.

The character I’d slap: Aizen. That little smirk just incites me with rage. Watch me streak across the battlefield just to smack that motherfucker upside the head.

A pairing that I love: I'm gonna cheat and go for two, Ichigo/Chad, and Orihime/Tatsuki. Orihime and Tatsuki had the dragon/princess dynamic going on, both for each other, EACH ARE EACH OTHERS DRAGONS AND PRINCESSES AND IT KILLS ME. (I know they wouldn't, cause shonen jump) but THEY SHOULD HAVE GOT TOGETHER. And Chad was in love with Ichigo, okay? The fought back to back with each other and each protected what was important to the other and THAT is the dynamic that drives me insane. It's such a small ship, but oh OH, its good.

A pairing that I despise: Orihime and fucking ULQUORRA. How the fuck this became a ship I don't know (I mean...I DO....but I HATE. I hate that logic). I am filled with a pitless rage. Ooooh I hate it so.

Thanks for the question, these are always so fun! Though it does take we awhile to work up a good set of answers. If you want anything clarified, or dug into deeper, just hit me again and we'll talk about it.

[deivorous]

@mysteriousshopkeeper replied to your photo “NEW WEEK: NEW OUTFIT - Feat. Kitty Grimmy (2nd ver.)”

���� Forgive me— while the intent is respected, it has to be said that that outfit was better worn by someone else.

Grimmjow glances down at his costume, the fourth of five horrible things he’s been blackmailed into wearing. He objectively likes this one the most so far. It’s comfy, the gloves are warm. The ears on the hood. even match his constantly, violently rebelled against aesthetic.

He tries, futilely, to tug at the zipper of his jumpsuit but the big kitten paws make using his hands really difficult, “Is it cuz I got my tits away and Yoruichi wears hers out? Yer a perv.”

[la-fleur-du-carnage]

I was thinking about a fanart linking a character to a Carpenter Brut song, no secret it’s what I listen to most of the time like 95%. The rest being other retrowave bands and a bit of everything.

Nnoitra ( @nnoitra-jiruga / my other blog) => Le Perv (my fav ever personally damn that 2:53 moment where it all explodes)

Renji => Maniac (live)

Grimmjow @kinggrimmjowjaegerjaquez / @destroyandconsume (I did a Grimmjow blog yes ... brand new) => Turbo Killer

Aizen @godless-crownless-king => Roller Mobster

Kyoraku @hanakazemidarete : I was hesitating between Disco Zombi Italia and Paradise Warfare . Let me know what you prefer ^_^ (or if you prefer another one ^_^)

[nnoitra-jiruga]

           -- ＡＢＯＵＴ ＴＨＥ ＭＵＳＥ        

ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ –

height: 215 cm (7'0½") weight: 93 kg (205 lbs.) ethnicity : Caucasian / Spanish occupation: Quinta Espada (Arrancar Arc) / Hermit (Post War Arc) gender: Cis male sexual identification : Male romantic identification: Pansexual / Debauched myers briggs type: ENTP The Originator alignment: Chaotic Evil

ｓｐｅｃｉｆｉｃｓ –

favorite food: Souls favorite drink: Sake favorite brand: None favorite hobby: Killing favorite artist: Pieter Bruegel the Elder favorite musician: Carpenter Brut (Theme Le Perv) favorite scent: Fresh blood favorite person: ??? (Verse dependent) // himself

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list ten facts about your muse: Is a lot LOT stronger than he appears ; once cut his own arm off to prove he could recover on his own from any wound and to mock Grimmjow ; is shameful in reality about his hollow hole since it’s placed right where his left eye should be, giving him an inhuman face, the face of a monster ; harassing and belittling others make him feel a little better but will never cure his issues ; he fosters a very unhealthy morbid fascination for blood, gore and, above all, notions related to sacrifices and martyrs. His weapon, his gigantic axe-scythe, is like his only friend. He is prone to violent outbursts and will go stark raving mad if being openly mocked or humiliated, especially by a woman. He never asked for help, not even once, no matter how badly wounded he could be, and always hides when his body needs some time to fix itself. Facing someone he might like, he’ll behave extremely awkwardly and might become even more aggressive and violent than normally, because of this emotional disturbance on the inside. He’d offer his soulmate strange presents... such as hearts coming right out of a chest he ripped open [fanart for it and from a fic]. list five things they like: Loneliness (pretending) ; bullying people ; killing and torturing people in a general manner ; horror movies with happy endings for the villain which he identifies himself to ; the old crooked tree in the desert he lived under for years and years list five things they dislike: Smells that are too strong, especially floral ones ; almost everyone... ; sweets + any food that has a too pronounced taste ; cuddles ; being rejected and being treated like a victim or someone weak common words / phrases that annoy them?: Words that evoke foreign concepts or that are related to things he estimates himself unworthy of unconsciously (love, friendship...), anything that is positive and most likely will never be meant for him personality types they prefer: Combative ; non-judgmental (the opposite of him actually...) ; with a spark of craziness and originality, eccentricity  personality types they avoid: Too quiet ; dull ; reasonable ; pedantic what do you find different ( or distinct ) about your portrayal?: I hope I emphasize his sadistic aspect a lot, but also his madness, his obsession with competitiveness and being the strongest, but I certainly hope I also keep him as a desperate soul who could be soothed, who could use some gentleness to quiet his doubts and his poor self-esteem.

TAGGING : @llunarian ; @deathlygaze ; @rubrumfang ; @wild-pineapple-butt ; @codename-freya and whoever wants to do this !

[asukaskerian]

Your GrimmIchiHime prompt makes me want to seriously ship them.

*cackles* My Work Here is Done.

ok but seriously i have a longass fic in progress for the three of them atm and i damn well hope it’s gonna make people ship it. >_>

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“Inoue-san!” Kon wailed. “Please rescue me! Let me live at your house! Ichigo’s abusing me–”

“Do you want him to live at your house?” Grimmjow actually asked Inoue. Ichigo hissed.

“Are you kidding me?! He’s a perv–”

“Maybe she likes pervs and that’s fine,” the fucking traitor hollow said, all casual and unconcerned.

And as Ichigo bristled, unable to find words blistering enough to express the sheer strength of his no, and Kon beamed in happiness at this unexpected support, Grimmjow blinked mildly at Kon, and finished; “Course, if she doesn’t, then I’d murder you.”

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poor grimmjow is doped out of his ass on fluffy cuddle drugs in this fic, it’s both hilarious and sad >_>

[esha-isboogara]

perv!aizen

i will never stop !!!! aizen is a fine ass mf who’s perfect for these headcanons

—> grimmjow

✰aizen is his own warning, he’s way gross, duh-con, he’s manipulative, he’s weird yall

|| tag list: @stygianoir||

♡perv!aizen who does nothing to hide his creepy behavior. he is not ashamed of himself. why should he be ? he is the most powerful being in his world and no one is going to stop him from getting what he wants.

♡perv!aizen who invited you to the hot springs when he has free time. he makes sure you have no choice but to join him of the excursion

♡perv!aizen who manipulates you into anything he wants. he has complete control over you and he gets a high from it.

♡perv!aizen who sneaks into your room at night to fuck you. he tries not to do it too often or he’ll get addicted (as if he isn’t already) but he does this routine at least five times a month. he just loves watching you squirm and whine in pleasure from his cock. on days he feels gentle he’ll use his fingers or tongue.

♡perv!aizen who cums in your panties. and he’s not the least bit ashamed of it either. the thrill he gets from seeing you wearing the panties he came in ? oh my god it’s unmatched. to the point where he might need to step out for a bit to ..take care of some business.

♡perv!aizen who makes you dress up to clean up around his place. a cute little maid outfit with adorable cat ears to match. he could sit down for hours and watch you clean.

♡perv!aizen who doesn’t like it when anyone flirts with you. actually he doesn’t like anyone even looking at you. he makes sure everyone knows who you belong to.

♡perv!aizen who uses you as a pawn in his dealings. he’s a possessive son of a bitch but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to watch the fear in your eyes as gin feels you up and tells you about all the sick things he has planned. aizen usually stops it before it goes too far but who’s to say he won’t sit back and watch ?

♡perv!aizen who got a uniform specially made just for you it’s short, revealing and very impractical to fight in. it’s amusing to him though so don’t even think about going back to the long robes.

♡perv!aizen who forces you to come along with him when he travels. he likes have a dime piece on his arm- it’s a great conversation starter. plus he gets to keep an eye on you. he’d hate to come back to see you’ve opened your legs for someone else

[lonewolfandmuse-moved]

Does Grimmjow's dick glow?

彡        ─── "Bite me perv."

[clankuchiki]

So I finished re reading the final arc

So obviously, I’ll be rambling again. As always, agree or not, do so in a respectful fashion. I lack sleep a lot so expect typos, some nonsense and of course major salt and cursing.

Yeah, I finally had the courage to re read the final arc. I haven’t touched it again since Bleach ended. And back then, I was mostly just looking at the drawing, not bothering with the text, just hoping to see Byakuya around, because honestly, he’s the only reason at that point I was still bothering with it.

Kubo was rushed and it showed, A LOT.

So here goes !

Ageing still doesn’t make any damn sense. Ichika and Kazui shouldn’t look to be around the same age, do they ? Ichika is a full blown shinigami and we can assume she was BORN in the SS. Kazui is a hybrid of some sort and was born in the human world. They should look different from each other. So, what is Kazui ? He can transform into a shinigami just like that ? Ichigo always needed something to transform, Rukia’s glove, Urahara’s cane and so on. He doesn’t seem to be using any of those. That makes no sense. It’s bothering me more than it should honestly.

Why is Ichika appearing from some sort of black blob ? She came with her parents apparently so she was already there. But what did she do ? What kind of technique is that ? Also, isn’t she a bit too young to be part of the army. Rukia says she’s an apprentice, but she’s so damn young. SS should really put some age limit of some sort.

The fullbringers felt completely out of place in this arc. Like why were they even here. Go back to your stupid arc.

It was nice to see Grimmjow and Nel again but then again, they kinda felt useless to me. Nel doesn’t even fight, and Grimmjow gets knocked down rather easily. And who the fuck doesn’t die after having their heart ripped out.

I was happy to see that Nanao was finally given some screen time but it felt so weird. If I read correctly, she says in the end that she loves Kyoraku, isn’t it ? She doesn’t say it directly but that’s how I understood it. The fact that she’s his niece seems far fetched as well. And it’s even weirder that he knew and still was hitting on her. Ageing makes no sense in their case as well. It’s making me so mad damn.

Also, what kind of halfassed ending is that ? WSJ rushed Kubo and it show so much, it’s painful. Like I said before, I’m not a shipper so I don’t give a shit about the pairings, but for me, they both made sense and at the same time they didn’t ? In both pairings, only one of them is shown to have deep feelings for the others. Orihime was the most obvious, she even said so when she says goodbye to him when she gets “kidnapped” by Ulqui & co. She’s even shown to be in love with him from the very start of the manga. For the other pairing, it’s obvious Renji has feelings for Rukia, as soon as his flashback with them being kids living in Rukongai. It shown even so later in the final arc when he says to Ichigo he will carry him on his back if he has too because he was the one that got them back to where they were before they split up after Rukia’s adopting in the Kuchiki Clan. What bothers me, in my opinion, is that both Rukia & Ichigo aren’t shown to have such feeling for them. I mean, they obviously care for them a lot, but it didn’t felt romantic to me. Hence why it feels weird. But congrats to Renji for getting out of the friendzone after more than 100 years !

How come Kazui made the bitch ass quincy king reiatsu disappear just by shoving his hand in it ? Makes no sense. Is he a future overpowered ass like his father or what ?

I said it before but the Fullbring arc didn’t felt Bleach to me. I think it might because all of it takes place in the human world and we only get to see the shinigami close to the end of it. But it does feel the same with this arc, I didn’t feel the Bleach vibe I loved from earlier. Is it because this arc is rather dark, with little to no humour, lots of (violent) deaths from background characters, and a lot of the main cast being violently wounded or almost killed ?

The quincies were serious opponents, I give that to them, but boy, was it tedious ! Did we have to go through the “ah you thought you had killed me ! well look at this transformation” all over again ?  A majority of them did this and it was so painful. Like just die already bitch.

The transformation weren’t  even cool looking in my eyes, they looked ridiculous most of the time :

Like what even is this ? The worst is that this guy isn’t even the worst of them Like what about the chicken guy ?

What happened to Kira ? So half of his chest is blown away and he shows up again later with bars into it and slashing chicken dude ? I mean, I love Kira so I’m glad to see him back, but seriously ?

So Yachiru was Kenpachi zanpakuto all along, or is she just his bankai ? Not complaining but wasn’t it a bit early for him to get a bankai ?

Quincies are freaking humans, so how the fuck are they able to live for more than  1 000years ??? Does it mean that both Ryuken and Uryuu should be able to live just as long ?

Yamaji’s bankai was freaking badass but I was a bit salty he got killed so easily.

Can we talk about Ukitake please ? What kind of death this is ? What even is the Soul King, this thing is useless. I mean sure he’s there to keep balance, but I dunno, I expected more of him.

The zero division is useless. Captains are supposed to be the elite of the Sereitei, but the zeros are supposed to be above them in term of strength. So how come they lost so easily ? I like their designs, especially the woman who does the clothes, but they were overall disappointing.

If Yachiru was Zaraki’s bankai or even just her zanpakuto, shouldn’t they realise that something was off with her reiatsu ? It wasn’t very clear for me.

Yuushiro is adorable, that’s all. I wish we got to see more of him. He has potential even though he’s a moron.

The final battle was .. lacklustre. It felt bland as fuck, especially when battles with annoying characters took more than twice as long ! Looking at you moron wrestler, you were a pain in the ass.

It was nice to see Aizen again, he’s an ass, but still. I hope he got a reduced sentence for helping out.

Where did Komamura go after he shrunk back to a wolf/fox/whatever he is ? Is Iba taking care of him ?

It was nice to see Kisuke’s bankai but I was kinda disappointed, since it wasn’t doing that much stuff tbh.

Was the Yoruichi almost naked scene and the ass shot really necessary ? Kisuke is definitely a perv.

Nemu was awesome, it was nice to see her get a more fleshed out character. It wasn’t as rad to see her die though.

I don’t like Mayuri but he is one badass character, I wouldn’t even want to be in his division, I’d be too afraid of him. But please, make him stop with the outfits please please please.

Okay I think I’ve rambled enough for now, that’s a lot of text.

[semisgroupie]

break you out of your shell

basketball player!grimmjow jaegerjaquez x shy!fem. reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: locker room sex, public sex, unprotected sex, sweat (post-game grimmjow), creampie, biting, grimmjow is insanely strong and has too much stamina for his own good,

a/n: this is for my what happens after class event! thank you @pulchritxde for requesting this!

He always kept his eye on you during class. Always so focused and so quiet. Always turning away and going quiet whenever a guy approached you, acting all coy but completely changing when it was with others. He wanted to learn more about you, he wanted to see you more and the longer you held this shy act the more curious he got. Soon the curiosity turned into a deep lust. He wanted to get his hands on you as soon as possible so when he saw you in the bleachers during his game he knew he had to make his move.

Even during the game his eyes were on you, flashing you a devilishly handsome smirk and a devious wink whenever he drained the ball in the net, watching how you shifted in your seat every single time you two made eye contact. He was eating up every single second of it and to put the cherry on top he mouthed “for you” when he scored the half court buzzer beater to win the game. Your friends squealed and tried to gauge your reaction but you were just frozen in your seat.

Just as everyone was clearing out he jogged over to you and grabbed your hand, “hey stay behind after this, I need to talk to you about something for class.” You just nodded, trying to process everything as he ran back to celebrate with his team. Your friends questioned you to try to figure out what he needed to know from you but you were just clueless. “I have no clue, our professor didn’t really assign anything and the lesson today wasn’t really that important.” Upon hearing that, the two pervs you call your closest friends and roommates perked up. “Maybe he’s gonna take you out for some post-win celebration.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head, there’s no way that was the reason he wanted you to stay behind.

Still you couldn’t help but feel excited, that small sliver of hope that he actually did want you to stay behind so he could celebrate the win in his own special way. After a few minutes of talking with your friends you heard footsteps and looked over to see the mess of blue hair, still damp and slicked to his forehead from sweat.

“Sorry if I made you wait too long but if you’re ready can you come with me?” He smiled at your friends for a small second then turned his attention back to you, sticking his large hand out for you.

“It’s okay, I’ll meet you guys at home.” You placed your hand in his and followed behind him as he took you to the locker room.

“I’m sorry this isn’t the best place to talk but all the guys are gone and I can’t wait any longer.” He pulled you over to one of the sections of lockers and leaned in close once your back was against the cold metal. You lifted your head slightly to meet his eyes and a chill ran down your spine. “I need you really bad, I need to feel you, I need to touch you, I need you. I know this is sudden but fuck I can’t get you out of my head. I just need a taste and my hunger for you will be satiated.” His hand moved up your side and began to trace the underside of your breasts through your shirt. Your breath hitched in your throat and he leaned in close until your lips were centimeters apart.

“Grimmjow.” Your voice was barely above a whisper and your heart was pounding against your chest and your head was spinning. You could smell the faint hints of his cologne mixed with the slight musk from his sweat.

“Just a taste.” He leaned in closer and placed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. You instinctively kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close as the kiss deepened. He held you close and his hands wandered to your ass, squeezing the flesh and spanking you through your pants. As you yelped against his lips he took advantage to let his tongue wander the expanse of your mouth. He broke the kiss and moved back until he was seated on one of the benches and he pulled you close.

“That wasn’t enough, I need more. Will you let me have a better taste?” He dropped one of his hands to palm himself over his shorts and he looked up at you, he wouldn’t move further without your permission, no matter how bad he wanted you.

You watched his hand palm his cock and you met his gaze. “Please Grimmjow.” You quickly unbuttoned your pants and shimmied them down your legs along with your panties. Once they were down by your ankles he pulled you on top of him so you could straddle him and he pulled his cock out, it was long and girthy and above it was a neatly trimmed patch of blue attached to his happy trail. He quickly maneuvered you so your entrance was right above the tip of his cock and he slammed you down, forcing your walls to accommodate his length quickly.

“Fuck! Oh fuck!” You gripped his shoulders tightly and buried your face in the crook of his neck while he bounces you on his cock like you were just a fleshlight. His cock curved perfectly so it could hit your sweet spot repeatedly as he bottomed out inside you. His borderline animalistic groans and grunts hit your ear each time your ass bounced against his thighs.

“Perfect fucking cunt, so fucking tight. Bet it tastes like candy too.” His words went straight to your pussy, making you clench around him tighter and tighter which only made him continue. His gravelly voice was right at your ear as he spoke. Each time he bottomed out inside you it sent nothing but pure pleasure throughout your body. Honestly it was embarrassing how quick you teetered over the edge but before you knew it your body was trembling in his hold as orgasmed.

“Cumming! I’m cumming Grimmjow, don't stop!” He chuckled and continued to bounce you on his cock, “I wasn’t planning to stop until you were nice and full with my cum.” You tightened around his cock again at his words and the small whimper you let out was almost enough for him cum deep inside you. “Beg for my cum baby, beg nice and pretty and I’ll fill this needy cunt.”

He slowed his movements a bit, he didn’t want to finish until you said what he so desperately needed to hear. “Please fill me up Grimmjow, I need your cum inside my pussy. I need it so bad please stuff me full of your cum please!” He picked up the pace and with the way that he was bouncing you now, you would’ve never thought he just played a full game of basketball. This inhuman strength and stamina he had made your toes curl and made your pussy gush around his cock for the second time that night. He continued bouncing you on his cock, his hips stuttering as they moved up on their own to chase his orgasm and after a few messy thrusts he held you close and bit down on your shoulder as spurts of hot cum flooded your insides.

You rocked your hips against his to milk his cock of his cum and you slowly lifted your head from his neck so you could smash your lips against his. He kissed you back and gripped your ass tightly and once the kiss broke he smirked at the fucked out look on your face.

“I knew your little shyness was an act but now I just need to make you regret acting like that with me” he leaned by your ear and gently bit down on your earlobe. “All. Night. Long. You should call your roommates and tell them you found somewhere else to crash tonight and you’ll see them tomorrow, well that is if you can walk.”