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diorsbrando · 2 years

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AROMA ( addicted 2 u ). ( g.j. )

pairing ! ━━ grimmjow jaegerjaquez x black!fem!reader

cw ! ━━ minors do not interact. reader is also thick-coded and has no spiritual powers/abilities except that she has spiritual pressure and can see hollows and stuff. reader is also aged up to 20+. grimmjow has a devasting scent kink (olfactophilia) so there are many instances of smelling/taking large whiffs of reader. instances of kidnapping/coercion ( dubcon ), possessive and clingy behavior from grimmy because he’s obsessed. asphyxiation kink? (reader likes being choked). explicit content & language used. nsfw w/ descriptions of smut. unprotected + rough sex, a lil bit of teasing, groping, ass + thigh slapping, mentions of creampies. dirty talk, oral (f! receiving), masturbation (m! receiving). grimmjow kindaa gets pussydrunk. really just grimmy slowly going feral n falling in love <33

word count ! ━━ 4.5k

notes ! ━━ yeah i think im just physically incapable of writing anything less than 1k words bc wtf😭😭😭 the original thirst where i got this from ( found here ) wasn’t even 1k, so where did the other 3k+ words come from ;-; idek if i like ending lololol. anyway this piece is basically dedicated to @garoujo bc i promised her for a while i’d do this. this another impulsive bleach fic, i hope y’all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing :’) all my grimmy luvrs + fuckers wake up! i’ve come to feed you <3 REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!

grimmjow’s adjuchas form was la pantera; a slender, panther-like animal that dominated the perpetually pale white dunes of hueco mundo. so naturally, (with my brain falling into grimmjow-specific rut) i’d like to believe that grimmy has a scent kink. and he’d never know nor expect to have one before crossing paths with you, a damned human, he’d curse in his mind. there’s just something intrinsically wild and unhinged about grimmjow, and loving the way you smell ━ even to extreme extents ━ is just one of the ways he displays his affection for you. so, this segues into grimmjow getting very possessive over you very quickly and is almost …territorial with this pretty human girl that’s close with soul reaper ichigo and his friends.

it’s when he initially acts on his own, gathers his group of lower ranking arrancar, and invades the world of the living that he discovers you and your unique but slightly impressive spiritual pressure; impressive in the sense it was enough to see at least see spiritual beings like hollows and shinigami. during all the chaos and on his search for this ichigo kurosaki he’s been hearing about, he spots you on a sidewalk, engaging in what looked like a sprint, farther and farther away from a fight between one of his men and another shinigami he didn’t recognize or care enough to know the name of. from where he stood in the air, he could see then clear look of fear in your eyes. your facial expression was showed you were deeply distressed, your body visibly trembled━

then his analysis came to a pause. wait.

your body.

getting a little closer to the grown, grimmjow was able to get a closer look at what pieces of fabric were hugging that...voluptuous figure of yours. while dodging fall debris, maneuvered through the streets of karakura town in a baby blue, spaghetti strapped tank top that stopped just above your pierced, pudgy navel (the blue-haired arrancar had never seen a piece of jewelry placed there before, but found himself staring at it for longer than what was necessary), black yoga pants whose hem reached past your ankles, black ugg tasman slippers, and to top it off, your long black cardigan flew wildly in the wind as you ran. all his senses were sharper now that he was a more powerful, full-fledged espada, so he could hear the faint sound of clear beads from your butt-length hair violently bouncing against each other, giving you an individual style that grimmjow couldn’t help but find remarkable. and then without warning or a distinguishable explanation, some primal notion deep within his being, felt himself immediately attracted to you. but of course, being supercilious as he was, the thick fog of pride fogging his vision, he rebuked any and all lingering thoughts, curiosity, attraction towards you. you were a human for crying out loud. what was worse, you didn’t even have any powers like that orange haired woman orihime or that other strong guy, chad. they were human too, so what was different about you. not having the patience to figure it out, his ( initial ) regard for you plummeted and ultimately decided to ignore you so and carry on with what he initially came here for: to find a worthy opponent and fight them.

and that same wind that passed through your knee length cardigan floated irregularly through the atmosphere, making a slow and aimless ascension to the clouds that hung lazily in the navy-blue sky━ inching closer to the sexta espada. the air infused with your scent entered the vicinity in which his sharp nose was able to reach. the breezed wisped across his strong face and jaw, he inhaled it unintentionally and— God his mind literally blanked. grimmjow’s train of thought was abruptly flung off the rails and momentarily lost concentration on the fight he was about to engage in. he swore the hot blood that rushed down to his crotch from his brain was instantaneous, he almost lost balance.

what was that smell? and why in the hell did it smell…so good? his mind wandered, unknowingly becoming hopelessly enraptured by your aroma and wanting to fulfill the instantaneous urge to follow the scent, like a fucking dog or something. and when he remembered you running, panting heavily to safety ━ past his general direction ━ he put two and two together and figured out it was you. the ambrosial smell was coming from you, from that plush body of yours. it had taken his olfactory senses by the horns, and grimmjow nearly lost all his wits, the urge to abandon the whole fight with carrot top just to seek you out and take you for himself was getting stronger with each passing minute. and it was obvious he’s not good with impulse control at all, so the fact he had so much self-restraint to focus on the current task at hand was a feat in itself.

he was able to spot your figure one last time before you disappeared into one of the buildings a few blocks down. while senselessly beating ichigo into the asphalt of the street, there was a lingering thought in the back of his mind that liked seeing shade of blue against your mocha skin.

maybe because the hue was coincidentally similar to the hair on his head.

soon enough the battle was over, and when he returned to his own quarters in las noches, laid on his bed and took a moment to really process everything? he could feel himself spiraling, but this time he didn’t do anything to stop it; he let his thoughts hurl themselves off the deep end. his senses were swirling, your pleasant odor imprinting on him more deeply than he had expected or anticipated it to. he needed to see you━ no, to smell you again. little did he know these budding desires would cause him to become enamored with every aspect of your being in the very near future. with grimmy being who he is, he already began to scheme and figure out a time when to go back to the world of the living. he didn’t even know what he was going to do but he just knew that he had to satiate these relentless thoughts.

he could feel his member stiffening again when he remembered how just how you looked, with that frightened expression laced in your countenance. that paired with your sensual figure and how you smelled? without giving it a second thought, he scrambled to get his pants at his ankles so he could wrap his large palms around his girthy dick quick enough. he gave himself a few experimental pumps, precum was quick to bud from his slit when your round tits flashed in his mind’s eye. he then imagined how your aroma mixed with the scent of passionate sweaty sex as he fucked you silly would smell like, and just how much sweeter your voice could sound with his name dripping from your plump lips. with his mind racing, shame quickly evaporated from his body as he tightened his grip, his hand movements grew faster and alternating between different wrist movements. grimmjow cursed himself through deep groans for being aroused enough to even do something like this because of some human woman he saw on the street in the world of the living, but the poor baby couldn’t help it.

grimmjow got so lost in the pleasure, in the feeling of how his heavy cock felt in his grasp and in his fantasies of bouncing you up and down his length, breasts jiggling in his face with his mouth clasped onto one nipple, like a baby desperate for milk from its mother. and he wanted all of your ‘milk’, and he desperately wanted to give you all of his; he wanted to fill you up with it. after overstimulating himself a little and having mind-blowing, sheet-gripping orgasm that left his chest rising and falling like waves against the seashore, his hips lazily thrusted into his fist on their own volition to prolong this euphoric sensation for as long as possible. usually, post-nut clarity was supposed to bring you to your senses, to a more rational and calm state of mind.

and bring grimmjow to his senses, it did. because he stared at the unnatural amount of his solidifying seed in his palm, on his lap and near the hole in his abdomen, one thing became increasingly clear: releasing an abundant amount of cum didn’t make him want you less— it made him want you more. because grimmjow knew well enough he’d drive himself crazy with these kinds of perverse behaviors and thoughts of you had he done nothing to resolve the issue. with you on his mind, he wouldn’t be able to focus on the tasks as one of lord aizen’s elite arrancar.

eventually, around the time the fourth espada ulquiorra would coerce and kidnap orihime to come with him to hueco mundo, grimmjow decided that was the best time to. . . apprehend you as well. he didn’t even have a valid reason other than wanting to keep you for himself and utilize you as he saw fit. quite frankly he doubted anyone, including aizen himself, would care if he brought back a little something extra from the world of the living, especially if this ‘something’ was a human who was no imminent threat to aizen’s plans. if anything, this could only benefit him, since you were one of ichigo’s close friends and if needed, you could be used as leverage.

it would be at night when your fate would be sealed, the sky practically empty and starless. the lights from the many buildings and streetlights outshone any stellar body that hung up above besides the moon. and high in the atmosphere is where the garganta that came from hueco mundo pried itself open, like the mouth of a monster about to devour its prey. except the ‘predator’ in question was actually the sixth espada; and of course, you were the unsuspecting prey. his sapphire irises scanned over the vast area of the city, starting at the place where he last fought with ichigo.

memory served him correctly ━ probably because he was so determined━ and recalled the general area where your living space was. using his sonído, grimmjow already found himself hovering above the apartment complexes, and began to seek out your unique spiritual pressure. within seconds he was able to distinguish yours from the faint traces of the other humans living on this block, and he wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating from excitement or not, but he was sure he could pick up your scent from all the way where he levitated in the air. he had to suppress a growl as he followed his senses, and made an abrupt appearance on your terrace, which you unfortunately left cracked open because your bedroom was much too stuffy and desperately craved circulation from the cooler, night air.

the blue-haired espada let out a sort of derisive chuckle at your blatant ignorance.

it’s only when you opened the door to your bathroom that led directly to your bedroom did you notice that a stranger had entered your apartment. your heart dropped when you saw grimmjow’s tall, lanky but muscular figure sitting on your bed, his elbows on his knees and his eyes trained on you. he was like a cat, with how his gaze was so fierce and consuming. a wave of an unfamiliar fear washed over your body and mind, completely drowning you. your legs instinctively moved backwards back into the bathroom, your flight response taking prominence and deciding you’d barricade yourself in there. you weren’t even a hundred percent certain it would work, but you couldn’t just stand there.

but grimmjow was much, much faster. faster than what you could comprehend.

his movements were so high speed, you had almost thought you imagined him sitting there, because by the time you blinked out of your stupefied stare, he was gone.

but your horror was unfortunately realized. in fact, you were not hallucinating the whole ordeal, because an unpleasant, static ━almost booming noise ━ rung out in your ear, and suddenly the intruder was behind you, one hand gripping your throat with unnatural strength, cutting off vital oxygen supplies to your heart and lungs, and the other harshly gripping one of your arms to keep you still.

“scream, and i’ll snap your arm like a fucking twig. it won’t be hard for someone like me, y’know.” you tried very hard not focus on his rough palm on your windpipe, and how easy it would be to delude yourself into a line of thinking that, had then circumstances been different and you were already acquainted with one another, this could have led to an entirely different outcome.

but, at the moment all you could do was gasp raggedly, your mind slowly falling into delirium because you couldn’t breathe. using what little space you were allowed to turn your head back towards your assailant, your eyes widened at just how ferocious he looked. he looked human, but you knew he wasn’t; the skeletal row of sharp, saber-like fangs on his right jaw and the concerningly large hole in his stomach told you that; it was unsettling. what was even scarier about him though, was that he looked a little familiar to you. why did it seem like you’ve caught a glimpse of his face before?

“stupid woman. . . leaving your doors open like that. don’t you know that you’re inviting practically any body into your home? you’re lucky that it was me, and not some creep.” he taunted you sinisterly as his grip on your neck and arm grew tighter, and now your struggle to breath became more obvious when you started to see blotches in your vision. the balance beam tipped dangerously back and forth between arousal and the fear that ran through your brain at the thought you might actually die.

“w━wh..who a-are. . . you. . .?” you had so much to say, so many questions. but you physically didn’t have any strength to voice them and oppose him, and you certainly didn’t want a broken arm.

“doesn’t matter. all you need to know is that you’re coming with me. and no, you don’t have a choice so don’t try and make a big fuss about it.” grimmjow stated tersely, not waiting for your compliance or a response. it’s not like you could speak clearly anyway.

given with how close grimmjow was to you, your scent violently invaded his nostrils, and he couldn’t help but lean down slightly from his height and take a deep inhale into your braided hair that was tied down with a fine, silk scarf. even a barrier such as that couldn’t stop your aroma to waft into his personal space. standing from behind you he also got a good view of your cleavage in the v-cut oversized black shirt you wore, and how your nipples reacted to the cold air from outside. he had to physically stop himself from ripping your panties off, gagging you with them, and stuffing your cunt by confining your arm into a tighter grasp. you thought it would break if you even moved an inch. he figured he’d only suffocate you, since he admittedly preferred not use force on you; you’re too pretty and fragile for that. grimmjow shook his head at the fleeting thought. he hardly even acquired you for 5 minutes, and you were already permeating and changing his ideals.

a transient thought of how sexy the man behind you was, how nice his chiseled chest felt against your back flickered through your mind before you succumbed to your unconscious.

by the time you awoke, your eyes adjusted to him leaning over your horizontal figure on the surprisingly soft bed, his nose once again in the junction between your neck and collarbone. you groggily recalled him getting a good whiff of you before you lost consciousness, but it didn’t occur to you how strange it was until you saw his handsome figure hovering over you like this. you lifted your hands to touch his taut pectorals in an attempt to put some distance in between the two of you, but of course, he was big and strong and wouldn’t move that easily.

“h-hey! . . .where am i? and what the fuck are y—“

he stopped anymore protests from flowing out of your mouth by slamming his hand over your jugular, which caused a startled yelp— one that sounded too close to a mewl— to tumble past your lips. you stared at the tendrils of baby blue hair that fell across his forehead as he lifted his face to look at you.

you couldn’t even maintain eye contact for five seconds; his acute stare quickly overwhelming you on top of the flurry of thoughts that wanted to ponder on his mean, but ruggedly beautiful and proportionate face. you felt shame heat your cheeks and throughout your body at these thoughts.

“stop. . . moving. and watch your fucking mouth when talking me, woman.”

there was something about the dangerous glimmer in his eye, the tone in his voice, and the blade strapped to his hip that you just now noticed was nudging your leg, that told you not to say anything more. the longer you processed this, the longer you stared at the gaping hole in his abdomen, the longer you eyed the arrancar taking prolonged whiffs of your skin, the more frightened you became. you reminded yourself that this — none of this was normal.

you were kidnapped. taken against your will to come to a place you could only assume was the place where all these hollow creatures came from, and the only reason you even knew that was because you were so close with ichigo. you felt your heart tremble and shake against your ribcage at the very real possibility that no one knew where you were or just who took you. you weren’t even sure if anyone was currently out looking for you.

pure terror of all the unknowns running laps in your brain caused the blood in your veins to run cold and freeze over. clenching your eyes shut as if you were trying to block out the impending dread, you tried to ignore the heat that blossomed and penetrated your thinly clothed waist when grimmjow’s fingers brushed against the fabric and fully took hold of your flesh in his possessive grip. the guttural groan he let out against your shoulder caused your body to buzz in pleasure. “i don’t know what the hell it is but you smell so. . . fucking good.”

time gradually passed—you don’t even know how long since the sky always resembled midnight and you had no watch or your phone — but your mind started to move away from your friends and lifestyle back in the world of the living and became accustomed to this life as grimmjow’s. . . .human. too accustomed, in fact. you weren’t even sure what you were to him, other than the fact he was always with you to some extent. he was always there watching over you, glaring at you and whatnot, always smelling you. had your mind become so deprived of genuine human interaction that you found this behavior endearing?

perhaps.

in a way, his clinginess made you feel safe, it made you feel protected. like— if you really wanted to let your mind fall down that rabbit hole— that no harm would ever come within 5 feet of you, so as long as the sexta espada was looming over your form from behind.

as for grimmjow, normally, he would have harshly judged people who acted this ill-composed, depraved or obsessive, but now he was no better than them with the way he acted around you. there was just. . . some element that drew him to you, like a moth to a flickering flame, and it all started when your beguiling fragrance wafted up to his height in the sky that night. he was turning into a feral animal that needed to be kept on a leash; if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was reverting back to his pantera form.

if anybody’s gaze even so much as lingered on you for a bit too long, he would feel offended (why? he still didn’t know himself). his short temper would ultimately get the best of him, instinctively giving them a venomous “the hell you staring at? huh!?”, paired with his irritated and equally sharp glare. he’d rest a lazy hand on your hip or draped across your shoulder for good measure.

and that’s another thing you noticed during your indefinite stay here at las noches, the name of the vast, castle-like building you’d soon discover later: grimmjow always seemed to be touching you in some shape or form. an arm across your shoulder blades, a palm on your curvy ass, a hand around your throat— usually to threaten you but you couldn’t help but be aroused and you were pretty sure he was well aware of this too— even when you slept. he quite aggressively insisted you share a bed with him, and his muscled forearm would always be perched across your torso. it wasn’t necessarily in a loving way, but more territorial. and when you’d wake up to find him closer than when you drifted off to sleep, with his nose wedged on your shoulder and a big hand encasing your breast, you couldn’t help but wish this, was a little more genuine.

and just like the animal adjuchas he was deep down, he consistently found himself to be in something of a rut, a lust-filled heat engulfing his loins whenever he looked at you, even if it was only for a second. you could be doing literally anything or just standing there, and the urge to pounce on you, to bite and lick and inhale your skin would become too strong at times. he constantly had to fight his primal temptations to shove you up against a wall or bend you over, and repeatedly piston his hips inside your tight heat — no matter who may or may not have been around. you caused his self-control and decency to deplete at alarming rates.

but, in those moments he let those impulses take over, which became increasingly intentional, it’s the most….God, you feel so many things when grimmjow has you sprawled out or spread open for him, practically in his palm and at his mercy. you could feel the possessive nature of his personality absorb you with the way his tongue danced across the canvas of your skin, and the way he gripped your hips so hard, constantly breathed your scent —like it was the only air he needed to breathe — as he drilled his hips wildly into your dripping cunt (he’d always tease you for how easily wet you get at any little, seemingly innocuous gesture he directed towards you, despite him doing it on purpose to provoke you).

out of all the positions he has, and will plan to, put you in, his favorite is most definitely back shots because he likes to watch his cock, with a scary amount of concentration and a manic smirk on his lips, impale you over and over and over again. he also loves seeing your luscious, fat ass ripple and bounce against his slender hips. “pussy so—” he’d let out a malicious chuckle and growl before roughly planting a heavy palm on your fleshy mound, the sound resonating throughout the spacious room, “—so fuckin’ good…all this time, before i even came and got you, you were keeping her tight for me, weren’t you? yeaaaah, fuck yeah you were princess. this cunt was practically made for me, just asking to be ruined.”

he’d say the filthiest words you’d ever heard when he had your back arched in the shape of a parenthesis. missionary admittedly always did it for him too, just so he can watch your face scrunch up in overwhelming pleasure and good hear you whining his name without the buffer of the blankets beneath you. and when he’d push your thighs all the way back to feast because he was hungry? you swear you lose your vision and see stars, practically ascending to the heavens when grimmy is devouring your cunt. it really shouldn’t turn you on so much when he takes a moment to unlatch from your twitching pearl of nerves, your slick sticking to his chin, just so he can smell you while he plunged his appendages in and out of your folds. he’d always edge you like this, and you hated it, but your whiny protests were dragged back down your throat and exchanged for a moan when he landed an abrasive slap on your thigh and muttered a gruff, “shut the fuck up, brat,” against your dripping sex.

he would be seconds away from cumming in his pants untouched when he treated himself to that first whiff. you’d be so embarrassed by it at first,but would soon enjoy it as much as he does; he basically corrupted you by thrusting his own lewd fantasies onto you and implanting them in your psyche. the sixth espada gets so drunk on the taste of you and the natural perfume of your pussy, he could stay down there for hours, until you passed out from the pleasure or physically couldn’t orgasm anymore. you’d have to hit him on the head to get him to come up for some air. even when you were on your period— some bloody human thing, he’d call it— didn’t stop him from effectively eating you alive.

grimmjow would soon come to the realization one night when he was balanced on his forearms on top of you, languidly rolling his pelvis in and out—with that slight upward motion that made your eyes roll to the back of your skull—that this, that you, were all he needed. nothing, not fighting any of his ‘comrades’ or enemies, not devouring other unfortunate souls, not the thought of getting stronger, could measure up to the way your palms grasped at his brawny, taut back, the way your voice got all high-pitched and soft, crying about how you “need more, i-i need you, love yo—oooh, fuck, yes!!”, and how your intangible essence surrounded and swallowed up his very soul.

as his thrusts grew deeper, faster and more mind-numbing, he decided that ‘yeah, this is it’. being inside you and taking pleasure in invading your mind, body and heart was it for him, he couldn’t ask for more. he knew he’d do just about anything for you if you just asked or bat those long, dramatic lashes at him. he hesitantly admitted himself that you were more powerful than he originally thought you were, because only you were able to make him come undone to such a staggering degree and reshape his disposition, even if it was only a little bit, and only for you to witness.

maybe humans weren’t that weak.

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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Character: Grimmjow

Song: kill bill by SZA

Fic type:Drabble

Type of writing: smut

ooh this is an interesting one!! got you bestie!

cw: mentions of hardcore sex, cheating, black fem reader, m*rder and violence, biker grimmjow

“And how did that make you feel?”

if (y/n) had a penny for each time you’d heard the proverbial, cliche line recited to you, you’d be a wealthy woman. Living high on the haul and in a much healthier situation. Instead, here you were slouched in the confines of the leather couch seated at your shrink’s office. Shelling out two eighty per session to sit in a stranger’s face and lie to her..tell her you were healing and doing much better than the previous visit. But that was the furthest thing from. Your descent into madness was only spiraling further each time you came back..smiling through the painful emotions, grinning from ear to ear and laughing when all you wanted to do was scream to the top of your lungs. Crying yourself to sleep every single night and the culprit was ironically the one person who managed to hold your heart in their hands. Who had so much dominion over you despite not being in your life anymore. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez..the man who broke your heart without so much as a second thought. Left you for some other girl who couldn’t possibly compare to you in any facet..yet, he looked so fucking happy to have the bitch on his arm. Letting her cradle his waist as they rode away on his motorcycle..curled on his lap at the bar like some prize trophy. It was sick and insulting.

so it came as no surprise when he hit your line for one last hookup..you came running. Sneaking over to his place behind his girl’s back to blow yours out. “I just need to be sure that we’re done. One more time?” of course..anything for him. Anything to see the smile on that face. To hear him calling out your name as you rode his dick to kingdom come. Fastening his hands to the headboard and placing yours to the center of his barreling, chiseled..tattooed chest; fucking him slower and much better than his new bimbo could ever dream of. Bursting through his door with open arms and your legs curled around his waist whilst he bounced you up and down on his cock. From the kitchen, where he bent you over his countertop, choked you out and fed you deep, pressing strokes. Handling you the same way he had when he belonged to you. It was like absolute bliss. “God! Fuck, (y/n)…there’s no way I can quit you. We can’t be over..” you heard his declaration…too bad for him, his life was soon to be just that. Forfeit. At its end. Because while he was busy shoving his tongue down your throat and groping your breasts, he didn’t even noticed the giant knife stowed away behind your back. Not until you reached between his calves, grabbed it and raised it above his head. His eyes dilated past normal size and his breath hitching before questioning what you were doing. His very last words before he was unable to speak any longer. “It’s a bit too late for that, isn’t it?” Away you drove that blade into his flesh, hacking away at him as if he were nothing more than a piece of meat. With all the impending rage and swelling stress, you let it. You let him have it for all of the fucking turmoil he put you through…you wanted him to suffer! You didn’t stop until you knew for certain he had stopped breathing. It truly couldn’t be helped! This was all his doing and the inky reason it had gone this far was because of his actions. At least that’s what made you feel better. But your blind bloodlust was far from quenched and it’d only become worse when you heard footsteps and a high pitched voice growing closer…calling out to your Grim. snickering as you withdrew the blade from his skin, still lying atop his lifeless body, (y/n) turned in the most callous of manners towards the creaking door as it opened and greeted the poor, unsuspecting girl who entered. Flicking your tongue across the blade; blood spattered all over your brown skin, (y/n) coldly smirked… “..welcome home.”

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partyanimal167 · 1 year

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Helping Out- Grimmjow x Reader

I've been writing GrimmIchi fics for the girlies for years, but just randomly got the thought, I want a little piece of Grimmjow for myself. However, I couldn’t figure out a prompt and used a fanfic trope generator lol. So this is the result of it. I hope to write more and read more from the fandom.

CW: Canon AU, fluff, black!fem!reader in mind, author knows nothing about medical field (be nice)

For once, Grimmjow might have to thank Kurosaki for something.

Grimmjow couldn’t tell you how he got in this position. But Urahara could! The former-Espada was nagging Ichigo for a fight since the young man kept rescheduling due to his busy medical school schedule. Grimmjow thought himself to be reformed enough (barely) and was patient. BUT! Everyone had their limits. Ichigo was listing excuses and caught up in how his class needed volunteers for an extensive role-play activity. Grimmjow couldn’t really give a damn about the trainings for healing weak human bodies, and flicked a paper projectile at the orange-haired head.

“Are you even paying attention to me?” Kurosaki asked. “No. You haven’t said anything related to rematch or fighting.” Grimmjow replied boredly. Ichigo held his scowl before a light bulb lit up in his head. He might have picked up his mentor’s tendency for plotting. Ichigo offered a deal. He agreed to fight Grimmjow if he agreed to throw on his gigai and show up to help. At first, Grimmjow outright refused. But...it had been awhile since he felt his blood thumping the way it did when going against that supernatural mutt...

Grimmjow yawned as he slumped in a chair while a woman addressed the somewhat eager group of students. He really had no idea what he was doing here. His initial plan was to make everyone as uncomfortable as possible, so he could be asked to leave. However, just as he was about to move his plan into motion, the woman had walked up to him and gently read the card around his neck.

You tried to keep your voice steady as you leaned slightly over and read the card on who was probably the most attractive gentleman in the world. “Here, we have a gentleman who has been waiting rather long in the emergency room while more urgent cases were dealt with. While this can be a frustrating situation for both you and the patient, remember to be reassuring and kind to them. Letting our negative emotions fog our mind can put many people at risks.” You looked into the prettiest blue eyes known to man. There’s no way that could be natural. “I appreciate you waiting sir. I know that you’re in a lot of pain. I’ll be glad to take care of you.” You gave him an affirming squeeze on his shoulder and smiled. You quickly pulled away and addressed the next steps in the process of the man’s imaginary wound.

What the actual fuck was that? Grimmjow was not used to being on the receiving end of genuine care and affection from a stranger. Those were emotions that were rarely showed in his world and even as he visited the World of the Living, he wouldn’t say it was one he received often. He continued to look at the woman who stood near him and spoke to the class. She was dressed in dark blue scrubs that look great on her smooth skin. Her hair was wrapped up in a bun and covered with a scarf. A loc or two peaked out. She radiated confidence as she spoke to the class and continued down the line of pretend patients, answered questions, and encouraged problem-solving from the students. There was definitely something intriguing about this human.

Ichigo jumped when the tall man suddenly appeared at his side at end of the class. “Shit! You need a bell.”

Grimmjow didn't even argue. "Who is that?"

“What?”

“Don’t fucking what me, Kurosaki. Who is that?” he hadn’t even looked at his rival and kept his gaze on you as you chatted with the volunteers and students.

Ichigo looked and tilted his head slightly. “Y/N-san? That’s the teachers' assistant in this department. I don’t know her too well, but she’s really smart. I’ve texted her a few times when I needed help. She-,”

"Will she talk to me if I bring her broken bodies?"

"What-,"

"Actually, fuck it. This gigai can't cause me that much pain. What if I break a bone?"

"What the hell, Grimmjow? She's not a doctor yet. I don't think anyone would want to deal with you if you're doing crazy shit like that."

A pause. “Give me her number.” he still was looking at you.”

“What-”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Grimmjow, I can’t give you her number. It’s creepy to give out a woman’s numbers to strangers. You’re not even a student-,” Ichigo argued.

“Hey guys,” you greeted and smiled, “good answers, Ichigo. It’s nice to see how you experience already gives you a different perspective as your peers.” Grimmjow muttered under his breath as the man received your praise. “Who’s your friend?”

“Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez,” he answered and held out his hand as he had seen humans do before. You shook it firmly. He grinned; there was something respectable about a good handshake.

“Thank you so much for coming, Grimmjow. It’s nice when people from the community use their time to help students out.” you explained.

“I’m always happy to help.” Ichigo tried to not gawk at his lie.

You nodded and giggled. “That’s so sweet. It can be hard to get people. There’s another one of these later today that I almost had to cancel. I’m still short a person, but I’ll make it work.” you went on a little.

“I can help.”

Ichigo was damn near losing his mind on the inside.

You were a bit surprised, “Oh, uh, I’d love that really, but it’s like three hours from now. I wouldn’t want to mess with your plans for today.” you scratched at your cheek.

Grimmjow snickered and shrugged. “I have no plans today. I can kill some time, find something to eat.”

That gave you an idea. “Well, at least let me buy you lunch then! I couldn’t imagine-,”

“Tch, like hell would I let a pretty woman buy me food. Don’t worry about it.”

You blushed at the compliment. “Huh well,” you reached into your pocket for a random business card you occasionally kept. You underlined a part of it, “Here’s my personal cell. I have to clean up and finish some paperwork, but we can find something close by to eat.”

Grimmjow chuckled as he took the card and looked at it. “It’s a date then.” You smiled then waved at the two men as you walked off.

“Heh, look Kurosaki. Seems I didn’t need you after all.”

The med student just dazed off in the direction that you were just at. “What. The. Actual. Fuck.”

~~~

We have a thing for Grimmjow in uniforms; he should have the same. I slipped in a personal detail with y/n having locs. I never see it (imagine that man gripping on them). I love Ichigo being shocked by a confident, committed Grimmjow. I feel like I can continue this one. I’m gonna go to sleep though. Requests are currently open. Thanks for reading!

#bleach #bleach fanfiction #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigo kurosaki #grimmjow x reader #fluff #stewie writes #grimmjow jeagerjaquez x black reader #fem reader #partyanimal167 #bleach x reader

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maissafespace · 2 years

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Imagine Toji and Grimmjow tag teaming poor y/n. But she’s secretly loving it 🔥🔥 would you please indulge me and write this please 🥺🥺

Gym.

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader x Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Synopsis: The two personal trainers who have been eyeing you, finally make a move on you.

Warnings: explicit nsfw, double penetration same hole, cream pie, oral sex male receiving, heavy degradation, teasing, grinding, manhandling, rough sex, merciless tag team, overstimulation, technically a bit of harassment, public sex, vouyerism.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this anon! and thank you for being my first request and this being the one 🥰… i need to do more Bleach lol

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Working on your body after a break up had to be the best decision you could have made in your life, after the hurt and pain on your heart and self esteem, what you needed to do is remind yourself to love yourself first, to improve and be happy, because no man was going to do that for you forever.

You had started to come to this gym for a couple of months now under recommendation of a friend as a way to cope, it was a gym in the center of the city just a few buildings down from your apartment. You’d go whenever you felt like it, earphones in and just workout in your own little world.

Even so, you were aware of the few glances you would get, it’s a gym open to all members after all, there were a few gazes from other women, some supporting, some side eyeing, from men, some supporting and some wondering when they’ll bring you to bed, even men that wore rings.

You tried to be indifferent to all of it, but a pair of green eyes and a pair of light clear blue eyes were too hard to brush off.

They were always together, when you saw them come in the first time they were chuckling and laughing, if you weren’t wearing the earphones you’d probably know, but the stare you met with them through the mirror were enough to make you forget all the goals in this new phase of life, no men, but sometimes your mind and your pussy weren’t synchronized, even more after one of them would pull one of their smirks.

They would help other people around, adjusting their positions and all, in conclusion, they were most likely personal trainers.

You couldn’t help but feel shame and embarrassment when after a few weeks of seeing them and their teasing from a distance, you wished for them to come help you once. Shameful enough to change your hours of workouts, trying your hardest to avoid them, coming deep at night when no one was around anymore except very few people.

It was a peaceful week since then, less eyes around, less waiting, less clothing on you too. Your t-shirt being discarded for the sports bra, your leggings tight and visible.

You were so focused on your session that you didn’t even notice the man standing behind you, stopping you when you were up from lifting. Huge hands cupping perfectly your waist, chest almost pressed against your back while two fingers got the earpod out of your ear, lips close enough, your body stiffening under his hold with shivers running through you.

“Sorry, pretty, we just wanted to inform you of a lack on your way of lifting. It may cause you trouble or injuries if you don’t remedy that.” The black haired man with a scar on his lips whispered in your ear, while the blue haired guy came in front of you, fixing your hands holding on the bar.

You didn’t feel your heart beat so fast in a while, trapped in between the men you were dreaming of at night, filling your nose with their colognes, cutting your oxygen short, your throat felt too dry to speak, but you had to pull through somehow. “And who are you two?”

“I’m Toji.”

“Grimmjow. Your name?”

“Y/N, are you personal trainers?” A grin pulled on the blue haired man, but nonetheless he nodded.

The one in front started to step back, leaving you room to do your exercise, Toji was talking to you but the entire time you couldn't help but be distracted by the bulge pressing against your ass with no shame at all, amusement more than anything and you knew from the light grin on his lips and even on Grimmjow’s.

You were thinking with your pussy that was clear when you weren’t surprised by them guiding you in the women’s locker room, Toji locking the door behind him while Grimmjow had you wrapped around his waist, fingers digging in the flesh of your ass, making your lips swell with each kiss, savoring you with his tongue till your body felt the warm water hit your skin.

Toji helped you out of your clothes by ripping them, his fingers going straight to your cunt, feeling the wetness, the arousal, smirking to himself, starting to pump them up your core, making you moan in the messy makeout session.

When Grimmjow put you down, your dizziness made your back hit the wall, leaning on it as they got rid of their own.

They were incredibly attractive men, with perfectly sculpted bodies, right size and perfect everything, their hair now sticking to their faces from the water, Toji letting it stay there while Grimmjow brushed it back with his hand, both of their faces wearing huge smirks, eyes dark as yours in lust. Their dicks hard and showing off with their sizes and appearances, your mouth watering and your body falling on its knees with no hesitation.

Your hands wrapping around each for what they could cover, starting stroking them in the best of your abilities while the tip of your tongue ran kitty licks on them, alternating each deep blow down to their pelvic bones, letting them use your mouth as they wanted, tears running down your cheeks invisible with the water pouring as they reached the back of your throat each time.

“She blows like a little whore, a fucking slut.” The blue haired man said through a groan as he pushed your head on him, hearing the gagging from you, making him chuckle in satisfaction.

“If the mouth is this good…” Grimmjow didn’t complete his sentence, letting you breathe just to be completely snatched by Toji, guiding you to one of the benches.

Bending your body forward with your face on your forearms on the wood, with your ass up in the air and just like a whore your hips wiggled for him, your flushed face waiting for either of them to finally making your dreams come true, squeaking pathetically when his hand slapped your skin, leaving behind on your entire ass cheek his red print.

His middle finger went through your folds, pressing hard on your clit making you squirm around, pushing your hips down to take what you could get to feel the knot in your stomach undo itself.

“Be patient, doll, start sucking again.” Grimmjow grabbed you by the hair in front of you, sitting down on the bench, his dick slapping against your cheek, smearing a bit of the precum on it, making you look as indecent as ever.

But you did not disobey, your lips wrapping around his shaft, taking him in, your tongue moving around it with his hand guiding you. Your nails dug into his thigh and abs, only now you noticed the black circle on his front part, tracing it, scratching when the finger in your cunt was substituted with Toji’s cock.

Your eyes rolling back as he started his thrust with no mercy, enough strength in his pounding to make you move back and forth on Grimmjow’s shaft, moaning and just giving both of them more satisfaction.

“You’re a perfect cumdump, taking it so well, tight too.” Toji said through his thrusts.

“She probably waited for this, she has not been fucked in so long and it shows.” Grimmjow was mocking you and instead of being upset you just moaned more, putting more effort around his dick.

“You think she could take two at the time? Heh, Toji?” The malicious grin was met with another.

“She could take three by how wet she is, I told you she is a fucking whore.” The two laughed, stopping their movements, leaving you hanging, legs sore already and mouth open taking in the most oxygen, your wet hair sticking to your face and back, your body having to be held up to not fall down as they changed positions.

Toji was now under you, his cock easily slipping in your pussy once again with his hands cupping your waist, while another pair cupped your ass perfectly, spreading it apart. You didn’t know what he wanted to do, till you felt a drop of saliva, his tip spreading it till you felt yourself being stretched out in the same hole Toji was in.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you moaned out loud, water falling down on him some tears too.

They didn’t warn you when they both started thrusting, never letting you feel empty, in turns their tips kissed your cervix, Grimmjow marked your back either with bites or kisses, he was leaving back the fact that he was there and he had you.

Toji on the other hand was having fun watching your expressions, your eyes rolling back, that mouth falling open with nothing but screams and cries of their names, with the little kisses you left on the scar on his lips and neck.

Your back arched more, holding onto Grimmjow too from behind as you came around them both, gritting their teeth at the tightness but never actually stopping their movements, making you go insane at the overstimulation till they were the ones filling you up, used you enough to cum in you and fill your womb of their seed.

They slipped off you, Toji sitting in front of you and Grimmjow looking down at your form and the oozing mixed cum coming out of you, content with their work. Toji made you look up at him with his fingers pressing gently on your jaw, a smirk on his face.

“The night is still young, you want to keep going in your apartment? We can show you some adjustments for workouts from now on, you want that right?”

Too fucked out of your mind to think of inviting two strangers in your home, you were to desperate to feel them in you again, make you feel those pleasing and heavenly sensations. Breaking off your objectives for this new chapter of life, substituted by the need to have them both, be happy, used but satisfied and pleased.

“I want to.”

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #jjk smut #bleach x reader #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow smut #bleach smut

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 1 year

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—𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗐

`𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵?’

♧↝𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 ♤↝𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ♡↝𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♢↝𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄

⁂ 𝗋𝗎𝗍

𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎. (♧)

#grimmjow masterlist #grimmjow x black!reader #grimmjow x black fem!reader

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partyanimal167 · 1 year

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Prove Your Worth- Grimmjow x Reader

I got my gothic '16' tattoo today and pondered how Grimmjow would react to a sudden new member of his fraccion. It's like 2% selfship lol. I just thought it'd be interesting, and I love his character so much.

(Black fem reader in mind)

CW: none, sfw, fem!reader, Canon AU, not quite romantic

It was bothering him that you weren't wielding yet. The others he had history with; they strived towards strength together. You had disrupted that chemistry, so you had to prove that you had some purpose and not an ulterior motive.

It was not your intention to put that arrancar in a coma, really. You were confused. You had been elevated to this form by Aizen yet had not received any orders or direction. You felt a humming in your bones as you were, again, meandering around the palace grounds in search of a purpose.

That arrancar, Di Roy, was looking for a fight. He hadn't recognized you and figured you were good enough bait to try a new attack on. He was tired of being he lowest of Grimmjow's fraccion. He needed to show improvement and power. He fired his attack only for it to be stopped by your hand. You seemed to have moved quicker than he could track and a kick to his back landed him in the sand. Then the battle continued.

It was only later that day that you noticed the mark on your thigh, the number '16.' You knew how the ranks of the arrancar worked, but didn't know who this mark could belong to. You weren't quite sure if you wanted to follow a leader you had not chosen for yourself. You'd have to keep a low profile and that mark covered.

...

Grimmjow was getting annoyed. At first, it was exciting to hear that there might have been a sudden strong opponent after hearing that Di Roy was suddenly injured by some unknown attacker. However, his focus shifted after seeing the younger man immobile in bed. He smelled weaker. Something told him that there was a change, and he checked for Di Roy's number. Sure enough, it wasn't there. That meant here was a missing fraccion member he needed to find. He'd have to see if they'd be loyal to him; otherwise, he'd simply be down to four.

It had been some time since he began looking. This person was obviously hiding, so he was sniffing around for fear--but nothing. This arrancar may not even know who they belong to. They had a lot to prove, and Grimmjow guessed there was something useful to hiding. He just hoped there would be a good fight after the hunt.

It wasn't until he overheard Szayel state that a strong being who's power was not yet mastered had slipped out before he could brief them on their new existence. Apparently, Aizen had given him permission to test repressing this arrancar's power. And of course, they were good at hiding--lurking in the shadows. A lone predator.

Grimmjow knew that a hunter got hungry and would pick a time to avoid competition for food. The rest of the fraccion was concerned about losing a member, but Grimmjow told them to go to their quarters and rest. He didn't need anyone getting in his way.

...

You stiffened feeling that intimidating reiastu bear down on you suddenly. You knew not to move; that would be futile. Instead, you wiped your mouth and turned to meet the piercing blue eyes of that strong predator. During your days of lurking, you found records and overhead several conversations that caught you up somewhat as to what had happened. You had unknowingly injured a member of an Espada's fraccion and was being targeted. You had heard different things about each Espada, but knowing that 'Destruction' was after you was not calming.

"Tch, don't seem that strong." he grumbled more to himself than you. There was a flash before you barely dodged a punch in the face. Grimmjow grinned. "Good reflexes, though."

You jumped a good distance back and got into a defensive pose. "What do you want with me?"

Grimmjow looked bored again. "You're replacing one of my men. Either join me, or get killed."

You didn't flinch at the threat. "I don't know what you're talking about. I-," another attacked interrupted you; it seemed as if words held no significance if you weren't quickly submitting. You were struck a couple times before growling to yourself and catching an ankle and chucking the body away.

Grimmjow quickly turned and landed on his feet--sand shifting under the weight. "Hehe, there's some strength coming out. Di Roy isn't the strongest, but he wouldn't get taken down easily." You simply glared at the man. "I want to fight, really. But Szayel says he has some work to do, and transitioning into an arrancar isn't easy."

You were cautious of the words he spoke, and at the slightest sign of relaxing, Grimmjow moved. You ended up on your back with the man having your throat in his hand. He grinned and licked his lips. "If you're going to be a part of my fraccion, don't you dare doubt the enemy. And don't forget who your King is, me above all else." He added a force of pressure before releasing you. He ripped your pants and stared at the mark on your upper thigh. "Dieciseis, come with me."

~~~

There was a lot to get used to after reluctantly following that man. Meeting the other Espada, 8, was awkward as you were poked and prodded. He kept going on about having to release your power and fighting against your hollow urges. Your memories were still scattered, but you remembered being approached by Aizen in the desert. Shocking to you, the man had not showed his presence at all.

All Grimmjow cared about was how you had to train, so you sparred with your pissed fraccion members who were always out for blood and revenge for their lost brethen. Grimmjow had no qualms against this. Either you fought for the place you mistakingly took or perished. Soon though, you wanted to prove yourself. This entire situation was strange and new to you, but you weren't going to allow yourself to be looked down upon.

You narrowly avoided getting your ass kicked, but the guys admitted to themselves that you were getting stronger. Grimmjow watched you fight and for once, didn't look bored. Your reiatsu flared as you walked past him.

"Keep it up, Y/N."

You paused at the slight form of praise. You turned and looked behind you. Grimmjow's eyes held a wild look to them. "I can feel it on you. Another predator in the making. Soon, I'll be fighting you. Don't forget your place." he grinned.

There was some approval in his words. You knew you couldn't beat him yet, but being challenged by him made your adrenaline go up. You still felt connected to your days as a hunter. You knew what it was like to feel an invader in your territory. You also recognized an exciting challenge. You smiled and nodded.

There was a lot to learn and figure out in this new role of yours, but there was someone who knew you'd be worth the time.

~~~

So~ not necessarily romantic, but Grimmjow had simpler focuses as an Espada--like fighting and well...fighting. Despite the ranking, I didn't want to make an obviously weak reader. It's just bleh; plus, Grimmjow wouldn't want anyone fragile with him. He has goals to accomplish.

Anywhoodles, thanks for reading! Let me know what you think. Bye~

#bleach #bleach fanfiction #bleach x reader #grimmjow jeagerjaquez x black reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #canon au #dieciseis #mine #partyanimal167 #stewie writes

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛!

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 WARNINGS & 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎! ⤿ pairings; multifandom x black!fem!reader!

includes ; headcanon scenarios of men across several fandoms including naruto, jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, bleach, & tokyo revengers. all characters aged up 21+ where applicable. tobi/obito are two different people here as well as sukuna/yuuji. explicit & suggestive content and language, night club setting, mentions of alcohol, fluff if you squint really hard. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

notes! — another one of my impulsive ideas that i got while listening to music LOL i hope you guys enjoy this a lil fun idea to write! i apologize if these aren’t accurate or ooc! i tried my best ://

it was friday night, and after a long and stressful week, you found yourself slipping on your favorite ‘going out dress’ and heels to match, and were on your way to that popular nightclub that you’d always drive by on the way to work, but never got to visit yourself due to your busy schedule. you sat in the car jamming to music with your best friends , and your boyfriend texted you and said he’d meet you there, very eager to see you and what dress you decided to wear. after your arrival, the night seemed to speed by and you already felt yourself loosening up and having a blast. then, through the loud speakers, the song “work” by rihanna started to play, instantly getting you hype:

sneaks up behind you without you noticing and begins to match their hip movements with yours. you’re lowkey surprised at how good of a dancer they are and keeping the rhythm. their larger hands return home on your hips, gently rubbing them up and down your skin, from your waist to your thighs. they’re fully enjoying how flustered you get, how your body shudders when they whisper the lyrics in your ear, while simultaneously placing soft kisses on your neck and collarbone. heat pools at your core at the intimacy and passion of your motions.

itachi, kakashi, neji, sai, asuma, shisui, genma, izumo, shikaku, jiraiya, deidara, hashirama, minato, ashura, gojo, yuuji, getou, choso, higuruma, megumi, yuuta, inumaki, todo, eren, erwin, armin, jean, reiner, onyakopon, zeke, miche, nile, renji, shinji, ukitake, kisuke, chad, shunsui, kugo ginjo, gin, shuhei, tosen, mikey, naoto, draken, chifuyu, mitsuya, souya, hakkai, wakasa, shinichiro, izana, kakucho, benkei, kokonoi, atsushi (akkun)

kinda( slow and ) sensual grinding—like very sensual. his hands are roaming every inch of your body and you gasp when you feel his quickly hardening erection on your ass/tailbone. matter fact, the man damn near bends you over on the dance floor and dry humps you right there in front of everyone. you look back to see his tongue sticking out his mouth and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. you grew hot with embarrassment by his brazen and explicit actions, but also increasingly impatient to leave the club so he can solve the problem he created by fucking you dumb.

genma, kotetsu, shisui, kankuro, suigetsu, jiraiya, hidan, deidara, kiba, yuuji, gojo, getou, sukuna, todo, eren, jean, connie, zeke, erwin, renji, grimmjow, ikkaku, shinji, shunsui, kugo ginjo, mikey, chifuyu, wakasa, baji, nahoya (smiley), hanma, ran, sanzu, yamagishi

they were much too shy or apprehensive about going to dance with you, so they settled to hang at the bar with some friends, or by himself, ordering drink after cocktail, in hopes it’ll loosen him up a bit; he takes joy in observing you from afar. he stared at you with what looked like hearts in his eyes, completely mesmerized by your curves, loving how much you were enjoying yourself. he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way you gyrated to the beat, in your own little world which he desperately wanted to join. if it wasn’t for you glancing at him suggestively or his friends encouraging him to go over there, he would have never gotten up.

omoi, naruto , gaara, iruka-sensei, yamato, sai, rock lee, tobi, megumi, choso, kusakabe, yuuta, muta, ichiji, noritoshi kamo, armin, connie, reiner, bertholdt, miche, nile, niccolo, ichigo, kisuke, chad, uryū, hitsugaya, ulquiorra, shuhei, coyote starrk, takemichi, naoto, chifuyu, souya (angry), kazutora, hakkai, shinichiro, izana, kakucho, inui, takuya, yamagishi, peh-yan

..…you’re not even to on the dance floor. whether it would have been with your friends or by yourself, this man is not having it and he’d prefer if you stayed by his side. he’s not really the ‘dance floor’ type, so instead he has his own little section to smoke, drink and talk with his close friends. and that’s where you’ll be too—sitting your pretty self on his lap and watching everyone else have a great time. you were upset at first, but with the way he would mindlessly trace his rough palms on your thighs, waist and tummy, you were quickly convinced this was way better than sweating out your edges and makeup. still, you couldn’t help but whine your hips on the man’s crotch, the bass and lyrics so hypnotic and controlled your mind and every movement you made. feeling him get hard almost immediately, you bit your lip to contain your excitement and arousal and continued to tease him. the man underneath you held a lopsided smirk as he watched you grind on his clothed cock.

shino, shikaku, shikamaru, obito, pain, kakuzu, sasuke, madara, tobirama, indra, sasori, getou, nanami, toji, sukuna, naoya, muta, levi, bertholdt, floch, zeke, byakuya, chad, grimmjow, gin, aizen, hitsugaya, tosen, kenpachi, ulquiorra, kugo ginjo, kensei, draken, hanma, kisaki, rindou, takeomi, sanzu, benkei, taiju, kokonoi, inui

a/n! — i put some people in more than one place because i felt like depending on circumstances and their personality (or time period), more than one description fits certain people. i hope you all enjoyed, pls reblog and like!! it is greatly appreciated <33

#sailewhoremoon #—sosa’s thoughts💭#sosa’s filez 💭#multi fandom #headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #naruto shippuden #tokyo revengers #tkyorev #nrto hcs #bleach #bleach headcanons #attack on titan #aot hcs #yes this is correct #snk

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