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2 years ago

Jesus, what the hell Grimmjow!? 😳

I Heard Whispers We’re Getting Some Grimm Crumbs Next Episode

I heard whispers we’re getting some Grimm crumbs next episode


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1 year ago
Unhinged Blue Cat Is My Spirit Animal
Unhinged Blue Cat Is My Spirit Animal
Unhinged Blue Cat Is My Spirit Animal
Unhinged Blue Cat Is My Spirit Animal

unhinged blue cat is my spirit animal


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1 year ago

Teheheheh finally got the photocards I ordered and ofc I just had to make a cinnamoroll themed one of Grimmjow for my cinnamoroll card holder (⁠3⁠) also used the same overlay I made for Bronya as well and awgshh my daughter is just sooo precious with that overlay

Teheheheh Finally Got The Photocards I Ordered And Ofc I Just Had To Make A Cinnamoroll Themed One Of

Digital version :33

Teheheheh Finally Got The Photocards I Ordered And Ofc I Just Had To Make A Cinnamoroll Themed One Of
Teheheheh Finally Got The Photocards I Ordered And Ofc I Just Had To Make A Cinnamoroll Themed One Of

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4 months ago
Unhinged Blue Cat Is My Spirit Animal
Unhinged Blue Cat Is My Spirit Animal
Unhinged Blue Cat Is My Spirit Animal
Unhinged Blue Cat Is My Spirit Animal

unhinged blue cat is my spirit animal


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If the new Bleach anime won’t give us filler about Urahara, Orihime & Chad travelling with Grimmjow to meet Ichigo then I riot. I mean the sheer concept of this team is hilarious. Can you imagine Grimmjow having to put up with not one, but two adorable pacifists and one extra irritating shady man, all at once? He’d explode every other minute and I’m here for every second of it.

Also what was the deal he made with Urahara?! We oughta find out, c’mon.

If not normal filler, then at least some comedic specials after episodes, like…

Orihime cooking for them & sucking at it so much that she somehow manages to ruin even the Hueco Mundo reiatsu that Hollows eat. 

Chad seeing Grimmjow’s resurreccion form and being in total awe bc KITTY. We’re talking “must adopt and protect”-mode here (Grimm’s even already dead too, just like the parakeet boy was lol).

Urahara getting them new outfits bc where else did they get them from?! Him basically going “you show off your chest, you show off your chest, everybo–…. err, no, you cover up your chest for a change lmao”. Just to piss everyone off.


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1 year ago

Redrew this illustration I've made of Grimmjow and Ulquiorra from 3 years ago! It's been a while since I've drawn Bleach fanart, but I still love these babygirls so much 😌💗🔥

Redrew This Illustration I've Made Of Grimmjow And Ulquiorra From 3 Years Ago! It's Been A While Since
Redrew This Illustration I've Made Of Grimmjow And Ulquiorra From 3 Years Ago! It's Been A While Since
Redrew This Illustration I've Made Of Grimmjow And Ulquiorra From 3 Years Ago! It's Been A While Since

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6 months ago

Grimmjow why r u such a catboi ;-;

lost-in-the-web

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5 years ago
God, My Phase For Bleach Is Coming Back Again XD

god, my phase for Bleach is coming back again xD


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1 year ago
Grimmjow And Sukuna Have The Same Voice Actor, They Are Automatically Budies

Grimmjow and Sukuna have the same voice actor, they are automatically budies


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4 years ago

Grimmjow is absolutely ruthless, and I love that.


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4 years ago

This be cute

Grimmjow And Ichigo’s Co-inhabitance Adventures! Because I Keep Thinking Of Stupid Scenarios And They
Grimmjow And Ichigo’s Co-inhabitance Adventures! Because I Keep Thinking Of Stupid Scenarios And They
Grimmjow And Ichigo’s Co-inhabitance Adventures! Because I Keep Thinking Of Stupid Scenarios And They
Grimmjow And Ichigo’s Co-inhabitance Adventures! Because I Keep Thinking Of Stupid Scenarios And They
Grimmjow And Ichigo’s Co-inhabitance Adventures! Because I Keep Thinking Of Stupid Scenarios And They

Grimmjow and Ichigo’s co-inhabitance adventures! Because I keep thinking of stupid scenarios and they won’t go away until I draw them.

A few more doodles under the Read More

Keep reading


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2 years ago

Bleach Memes Pt.1

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Hello! 500 followers… that’s a lot. I will now be starting a meme series where the memes will be entirely made by me and will feature your favorite Bleach characters! Enjoy, and thank you for 500 followers! 100+ notes and I’ll make a part 2!

Give my tumblr credit if you use them please, don’t be a bitch. ♥️

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Bleach Memes Pt.1
Bleach Memes Pt.1
Bleach Memes Pt.1
Bleach Memes Pt.1
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Bleach Memes Pt.1
Bleach Memes Pt.1
Bleach Memes Pt.1
Bleach Memes Pt.1
Bleach Memes Pt.1

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12 years ago
"No Love For A Boy Breakin' Hearts."

"No love for a boy breakin' hearts."


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2 years ago

im litteraly cant breathe this is so dumb

@williamjbonkers is to blame for this bs

@williamjbonkers Is To Blame For This Bs
@williamjbonkers Is To Blame For This Bs

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1 week ago

It's okay for Grimmjow to poke fun at you and make jokes, it's all in good spirit after all. You both knew he never really meant the things he said, but let him catch someone else degrading you…

You weren’t planning on telling him how upset you were that someone had insulted your intelligence, their harsh words repeating over and over in your head, tormenting you. But he knew you too well, knew there was something wrong when you ignored him, attempting to flee, your eyes red and puffy from crying. He wouldn’t let you get away so easily.

“What’s wrong with you?” He demanded to know roughly. “Why are you acting wimpier than usual?”

You were about to tell him to leave you alone and go away when you caught a flicker of concern in his glacial eyes. Maybe it was all in your head, but in your vulnerable state, you crumbled before him, whining and whimpering to him about the person who hurt your feelings.

Under normal circumstances, he'd tease you about being a crybaby and tell you to grow up, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything of the sort this time. Jaw clenched and fists balled, he barked at you to stop crying, assuring you, "I'll take care of it."

"What?" Your eyes widened. "What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about it." He was already stalking away, a menacing gleam in his eyes.

After that, the person who had been so cruel to you seemed to avoid you, scurrying away each time you neared with fear in their eyes. You weren’t entirely clueless when it came to Grimmjow’s violent nature, so you didn’t have much trouble imagining what he could have possibly done to them. You didn’t fully condone it, but you weren’t going to complain either. Obviously, whatever he had done worked in your favor.

The next time you saw him, you shared your gratitude. "I'm not sure what you did, but thank you."

“Yeah, whatever. You’re welcome,” he huffed, pink rising to his cheeks. You didn’t expect him to say any more on the matter, but then, “if someone ever says shit to you again, you come get me,” he ordered, avoiding your eyes.

An excited grin spread on your face. Feeling brave, with his cheek turned towards you, you seized the moment, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his warm skin. “Thanks again, hothead.”

He was about to snap at you for touching him without his permission, spinning around to face you with glaring eyes, that is, until he saw your adorable, stupid smile. He turned back away instead, his cheeks growing impossibly hotter.


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2 weeks ago

are you fucking kidding me??!!! Grimmjow x Sukuna?! 🥵🤤😏😍😍😍 my pussy is s(creaaaaaming) 😩😍

Are You Fucking Kidding Me??!!! Grimmjow X Sukuna?! 🥵🤤😏😍😍😍 My Pussy Is S(creaaaaaming)

found this on pinterest holy shiiii🥵


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4 weeks ago

Grimmjow… is a cookie thief. Short imagine or scenario. Can be Hueco Mundo, World of the Living or even the Seireitei.

Thanks for the lovely ask! I'm sorry it's taken me so. damn. long! So, it's turned out that Grimm isn't the thief here, but it's Grimmjow smut so I know you won't mind. 😁

Thanks to the wonderful @villainsrtasty for beta reading! @kryptoniteforsale @cloudyempress @darthwhorecrux @whatshernameis @writemessybleach

Grimmjow… Is A Cookie Thief. Short Imagine Or Scenario. Can Be Hueco Mundo, World Of The Living Or

This is part 1 of 2.

PART TWO HERE! CW: Female!Reader, Grimmjow being Grimmjow, marking/hickies, one or two bites, hand on neck but no actual choking, very light spanking, oral sex-male receiving, vaginal fingering, doggy and missionary sex, cream pie, "claiming" if you squint, pet names (princess/kitten) and one instance of reader getting called "good girl". (This covers both parts of the fic!)

Grimmjow… Is A Cookie Thief. Short Imagine Or Scenario. Can Be Hueco Mundo, World Of The Living Or

Grimmjow and the Cookie Thief pt 1 (~5.2k words)

You’d been able to see things no one else could since you could remember. After moving to Karakura Town to begin University classes, that skill had gone from fleeting glimpses to a full-blown ability to see the unseen. That’s why, when your upper floor dorm room was rendered uninhabitable by Kurosaki’s fight with a nasty hollow, Kisuke Urahara had been very quick to offer you a part-time job and temporary lodging when it was obvious that a standard Shinigami memory replacement device was not going to work on you. Needless to say, it was proving to be an interesting semester.

“Don’t even think about it, Grimmjow!” Ichigo said, yanking the bag in his hand out of Grimmjow’s reach and shoving the rest of the cookie he was holding into his mouth. “Inooeh made ‘ese ‘er me!”

You snickered as Grimmjow lunged for the small paper bag in Ichigo’s hand and an impromptu game of ‘keep-away’ broke out. You unrolled the top of a similar looking paper bag and inhaled deeply, your eyes rolling back a little as the smell of freshly baked cookies- ordinary double chocolate chunk you were relieved to see- filled your nostrils. You delicately picked one out of the bag as you watched the two men running around Urahara Shōten’s large subterranean training ground like idiots. Your eyes were glued to their shirtless forms as you took a bite of the cookie, half moaning at the taste. “Seems like someone is really enjoying their lunch break,” Your boss’s knowing voice came from over your left shoulder, making you jump. You could hear the smirk in his obnoxiously cheery voice which was made more obnoxious by the way he was now chuckling at you from behind his fan. “Perhaps I should start charging admission.”

“Is that really necessary, Urahara-san? You coulda made me choke, sneaking up on me like that,” you grumbled before taking a drink of water to wash down the bits of cookie trying to stick to your back teeth. You turned your attention back to the blue-haired former Espada. You watched as Grimmjow tackled Ichigo, who had deftly grabbed his last cookie from the bag a split second before Grimmjow shredded it into paper confetti. You took another bite of your cookie, unable to stop the little hum of appreciation and the following sigh of contentment. “Was that in response to the cookie or the Arrancar? I’m guessing the latter could probably get a stronger response,” Urahara murmured from just behind your ear before giggling and side stepping the elbow you threw at him before it could connect with its intended target. You glared at him over your shoulder, shoving the rest of the cookie into your mouth. He just smiled at you from behind his fan with saccharin sweetness… from a safe distance.

“Yeah, well I didn’t really want any of that cookie anyway. The stuff that woman of yours cooks always smells funny,” Grimmjow huffed. You turned back around to see the two men, sweaty and dusty, walking back in your direction. “Hey, watch it, Grimmjow!” Ichigo said sharply. “Say whatever the hell you want about me, but don’t run your mouth about Inoue or I’ll beat your ass again.” “Tch! When d’ya ever ‘beat my ass’?” Grimmjow shot back, then mumbled, “That one time doesn’t count. That bastard Nnoitra decided butt in.” Ichigo just looked at him, brow arched. You pulled the remaining cookie from your bag as they walked up. Grimmjow was giving the treat in your hand the side eye while very much pretending not to as he leaned down a few feet in front of you to pick up his jacket. You took another drink of water, contemplating breaking the cookie in half and offering some to Grimmjow when that damnable shopkeeper spoke up again. “Ah~! Looks like someone is interested  _______-san!” You just rolled your eyes as you swished the water around in your mouth. “If you’d like to eat _______-san’s cookie, I’m sure she would be happy to let you if you ask her nicely, Grimmjow-san!” Urahara called in a too innocent sing-song manner. Your eyes went wide and you clapped your hand over your mouth as you spluttered and coughed, struggling to swallow the rest of the water in your mouth without drowning yourself. Your eyes darted over to Ichigo and Grimmjow. Kurosaki was pulling his shirt on, his face bright red as he tried to look anywhere but at you or the Arrancar. Grimmjow, on the other hand, was now openly staring at the cookie in your hand. You could feel the heat radiating from your cheeks all the way up to the tips of your ears.

“Welp! Lunch break is over!” you announced, a little to loudly, while leaping to your feet and shoving the entire cookie into your mouth and ignoring Grimmjow’s startled ‘What the fuck?!.’ You turned and sprinted for the ladder leading up to the shop, then began to climb like you were being chased by a serial killer. You were about halfway to the top when Grimmjow’s voice floated up to your ears. “Fuckin’ pervert!” This was followed by a very satisfying shriek from your boss.

The sun was just setting when you put the last of the dishes away. It was your night to clean up after supper, much to everyone else’s delight. Kurosaki and Grimmjow had been trying to beat the crap out of each other down in the underground training area for the better part of the evening, but after the incident from a couple of days ago, you steadfastly refused to go watch them no matter how much your boss tried to talk you into it. You dried your hands, then grabbed your water bottle and the little paper sack off the counter and headed to your room. This time, you were going to enjoy the cookies Inoue-san sent for you in peace and quiet.

At least you thought you were. You hadn’t been up there five minutes and there was a very loud knock at the door. You furrowed your brow, scowling at the door as you finished pulling on the little shorts you always slept in. “Just a second!” you hollered, pulling your tee shirt back on as a second volley of impatient knocking rattled your door. Clothing in place, you stomped over to the door and slid it open. “Look, Urahara-tencho, I’ve finished everything, so whatever this is about, it can wait until tomo— Oh!” You interrupted yourself with a surprised yelp as six feet of blue-haired Arrancar muscled his way past you and into your room without preamble or invitation. For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, mouth ajar as he stood there, examining your space with interest. His eyes landed on the little bag with the familiar bakery logo and he quickly looked away, shuffling his feet and turning those intense blue eyes on you. “Gr- Grimmjow! Umm… I, ah… Is there something I can, uh, help you with?” you finally managed, your hand still on the open door. “You weren’t there today. Why?” he demanded. Your eyebrows rose in response to his terse question. He’d actually notice your absence? A few little butterflies took wing inside your stomach at the thought, but you firmly ignored them. “I- I had extra things to do today,” you lied, smiling weakly. You could tell by the look on Grimmjow’s face that he wasn’t buying it. “I mean, I have school and today was my day to wash dishes and clean the kitchen and there was stock and—“ Your babbling was cut off by Grimmjow’s towering presence looming over you as he slid the door shut with a clack. You blinked, and your breath caught in your throat at his sudden nearness. You were alone in a room with a being that could end you in less than two seconds and all you could think about was the way he smelled– the scent of his styling products plus something nice that you couldn’t place– and how much you wanted to reach up and touch the markings under his preternaturally blue eyes. He was making it very difficult for you to focus as he stared down at you with one brow cocked, silently calling your bullshit. “Okay, l-look, Grimmjow, I just needed a break. I didn’t feel like being harassed by my boss tonight.” That part was true at least.

“So it ain’t got nothin’ to do with those cookies?” Grimmjow tossed his head in the direction of the bakery bag sitting on your night table. “C-cookies?” you squeaked, a mental picture conjured by Urahara’s perverted sense of humor and Grimmjow’s presence in your bedroom floating to the forefront of your mind unbidden. You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. Other places… not so much.

“Yeah. Cookies,” he said shortly, the tiniest bit of color gracing his cheeks as he remembered Kurosaki’s mumbled explanation of Urahara’s double entendre and why you had seen yourself out so abruptly. “As in those cookies,” he clarified, pointing this time. “You know, the ones ya been stealin’ from me for the last month. “Wait. Wha-? Stealing?!?” He seemed amused rather than angry, and your indignant response only served to widen his cocky smirk.

“Yeah. Stealin’. So I came to take what’s mine.” Grimmjow took a step closer to you, standing so near that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You took a step back, unsure if it was prompted by fear of the Arrancar or the fear that you might do something stupid, like reach out and run a finger over the scar that disappeared beneath his half zipped top. “Kurosaki’s woman used to bring somethin’ for both of us… ‘til a couple of weeks after you showed up.” “Oh.” You weren’t really sure what to do with that information. “So... you think that I’m taking your cookies?” You scrunched up your nose, feeling that this whole situation was bordering on ridiculous. “But I never really see Inoue-san! She always drops them off with…” You grit your teeth in sudden realization, then looked up at Grimmjow. From the look on his face, he’d come to the same conclusion. “Urahara!” “That pervy bastard!” you both growled in unison. You both looked at one another for a moment, then you sighed heavily and turned to retrieve that bag of cookies. Your fucking boss had been giving you the cookies just to start drama. “I’d like to say I’m shocked by this… but I’m not,” you grumbled. You held your arm out toward Grimmjow, bag in hand. “Here. I’m sorry for the confusion.” “Tch! The fuck you sorry for?” Grimmjow was glaring daggers at the door, his ire clearly reserved for your boss, you were relieved to note. He stopped trying to bore a hole through the walls with his eyes long enough to look down and unroll the top of the sack. There was a look of mild surprise on his face as he fished out two cookies and held them out to you. “There’s four. Here. Take ‘em,” he ordered, practically shoving the chocolatey treats into your hands. The next thing he fished out of the bag was a small piece of paper, a note. Grimmjow squinted at it, then turned it upside down and squinted some more before thrusting the paper into your face. “Read it. I can’t make out that pervy bastard’s handwriting.” In truth, Urahara had very neat, precise handwriting, which meant Grimmjow probably couldn’t read all the kanji. You wisely kept your suspicions to yourself and took the note. “ _____-san~!” you began to read aloud. “By this time I’m sure you have company, so I’ll keep it brief. I normally wouldn’t resort to such trickery”— you snorted at that statement — “but your presence in the training grounds seems to be quite the distraction for Grimmjow-san—“ Your eyes darted up and caught the murderous look on Grimmjow’s face so you quickly continued. “—and I fear that you will strain your eyes during your increasingly long breaks, so I thought it best to arrange for the two of you to have a private meeting so you can...” Your eyes scanned ahead and you stopped reading aloud abruptly, your face going bright pink. “I’m gonna kill ‘im,” Grimmjow growled. “Not if I get to him first,” you ground out between clenched teeth as you tossed the cookies and note onto your nightstand. You stalked past Grimmjow and reached for the door but were brought up short by Grimmjow’s hand wrapping around your arm. “Where the fuck you think you’re goin’?”

“To kill my boss,” you said between clenched teeth. “Okay. Maim. I need the paycheck,” you corrected, pulling against his grip.

The ‘Tch’ was all the warning you got before Grimmjow yanked on your arm, pulling you face first into his chest. For a moment, all you could do was blink in startled astonishment and rub your nose. Your mind immediately noted how solid he was, and how warm, much warmer than you’d expected for some sort of… ghost or spirit or whatever. Your thoughts took a hard right turn toward the gutter, and you could feel the heat creeping into your cheeks. You fervently hoped that they weren’t as pink as you felt like they were because you realized that he was saying something, meaning you had to look him in the face again any second now. “… ‘cause you can see him don’t mean you can take him in a fight, so you let me handle your boss.” Grimmjow’s words carried their typical condescension, but you could swear that his tone was a little protective. You shuffled back a step, mouth half open to protest, but it snapped shut again as your head was tipped back by Grimmjow’s finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Pay attention when I’m talkin’ to you, woman, or I-” Grimmjow arched a brow at you, not bothering to finish his sentence as he studied your face, a wolfish grin breaking out at the sight of your flushed cheeks.

“Heh. What’s a matter? Your face is all red,” he taunted, his voice dropping to a rumbling baritone as he leaned down to put his face closer to yours. “N-nothing’s wrong! Except that you have me by the arm,” you huffed, your face giving Grimmjow the lie by turning a deeper shade of red. You half-heartedly tried to jerk your arm out of his grasp, a futile gesture you knew, but your pride demanded that you at least make a show of it. Truthfully, you really weren’t all that invested in getting away, not that you were going to let him know that. He’d just be an insufferable arrogant ass about it any time you came down to watch him face off with Kurosaki. “You’re a shitty liar, ya know that?” Grimmjow’s grin had expanded into that feral sort of look he got during a spar. You swallowed hard. Part of you knew you should be terrified of that look. However, most of you found it incredibly sexy, and right now all his attention was on you. All your attention was on him, too, and you just couldn’t keep your eyes from dropping to his lips. It was at this point that the absence of his bone mask finally registered. It was a sight you’d never seen before, and you were intrigued. Before you could stop yourself, your hand was halfway to his cheek. You paused, wide eyed and moved to pull your hand away, but Grimmjow had you by the wrist with his other hand before you could. “Gigai,” Grimmjow said in response to your unspoken question. He walked around you, easily turning you with him. “But forget about that. Now tell me, what should I do with a little thief like you, hn?” His voice carried a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Grimmjow leaned down a little more, his brilliant blue eyes boring into yours. “Th-thief?! What do you mean, ‘thief’?!” You protested, your indignant words coming out in a much higher pitch than you would’ve liked. You tried to lean away from him, but only succeeded in losing your balance so that Grimmjow was holding you upright by your arm and your opposite wrist. You didn’t even realize he had been walking you backward until your calf hit the mattress as you stepped back to try and catch yourself. You didn’t think your eyes could go any wider, but they did.

“I mean, I think I deserve a little something to make up for all the cookies you stole over the last few weeks.” His smirk made you want to slap him. Or kiss him. Or both. Definitely both.

 “That wasn’t my fault and you know it!” you shot back instead, turning your head to the side and tilting your chin in a dismissive manner. “Besides, I’ve watched you try to steal Ichigo’s cookies for the last three weeks, so isn’t that a little hypocritical?” “Pfft. I definitely do not want Kurosaki’s ‘cookie.’” Despite what you might say about Urahara, you couldn’t deny that there was a part of your mind that lived in the gutter. You didn’t even try to hide your snicker at Grimmjow’s comment.

“You sure about that? Not that Kurosaki-san has a cookie for you…”

“Oi! Your as bad as that fuckin’ boss of yours, ain’t ya,” Grimmjow growled, now completely up in your face. You had nowhere to go unless you wanted to end up flat on your back on the bed. ‘Might not be so bad…’ the dirty part of your mind suggested helpfully.

“Ya know… that might not be such a bad trade, a cookie for some cookies,” Grimmjow said as if reading your thoughts. He was openly leering at you now.

“I- What?!?” you squeaked.

“Ain’t like I don’t see the way you watch me.” Grimmjow smirked down at you.

“O-of course I watch the fights! It-it’s like… li-like free pay-per-view!” you stammered, too flustered to come up with anything better. Grimmjow obviously wasn’t buying it because his smirk only grew wider.

“Well I sure as fuck don’t see you drooling over Kurosaki.”

“Of course I don’t! He has a girlfriend!” You belatedly realized that you only denied ogling Kurosaki when Grimmjow leaned down to chuckle right next to your ear. Your traitorous body shuddered visibly at the feel of his breath ghosting over the side of your neck. “Heh. I think you’d like that trade more than you’re willin’ to admit,” he whispered in a velvety sort of tone, one that you had never heard from him before. Hell, you didn’t think Grimmjow had it in him to be that… smooth. That was probably why your breath hitched when his hand slid over your shoulder and up your spine until he had a firm grip around the nape of your neck. “Gr-Grimmjow?” You could feel his nose brush your temple as he inhaled your scent. “Holy fuck. You’re fucking serious aren’t you…” you blurted out in disbelief.

“The fuck? You think I wasn’t?”

You didn’t have a chance to answer his question before his mouth was fastened to yours in a demanding kiss that left no doubt about the sincerity of his ‘offer’. Your gasp of surprise left Grimmjow the perfect opening to slide his tongue between your parted lips, his fingers tangling in the back of your hair to tug your head back to a more favorable angle. At first, you couldn’t do anything but let Grimmjow kiss you, but once the shock wore off, you found yourself giving back as good as you got. By the time he was done kissing you breathless, you had one hand under the collar of his jacket, holding onto his shoulder for balance and the other around his waist, fingers splayed out over his back. You felt Grimmjow twitch, like a cat who was getting a good scratch down its spine, and it dawned on you that your hand was over the spot his hollow hole would be if he weren’t in the gigai. With a wicked grin, you flexed your fingers to see if that would get the same result. “Dammit, woman!” Grimmjow growled. Oh! That was certainly a nice response! You did it again, but that was one time too many apparently. Before you could blink, you were on your way down to meet your mattress with Grimmjow looming over you, his knee between yours on the edge of the bed.

“Yes or no?” Grimmjow demanded, “Better tell me ’cause you keep doing shit like that, I’m gonna take it as a yes.” “Yes or…? Oooh. Right. A cookie for cookies,” you breathed. ‘Holy shit… is this really happening?’ you thought. Your mind was reeling. ‘Yep, it’s happening... Say something to him, dammit! Don’t blow it!’ You gave yourself a mental shove, then with the most innocent face you could muster, you let your fingers trail down his spine again. “You mean ‘that shit’?” Your cheekiness prompted Grimmjow to pin your wrists over your head in one of his hands. “Okay, Okay! Yes! Deal!” you hastily consented. “Good girl,” Grimmjow practically purred, nipping at your ear. He continued his way down, lips and tongue and teeth teasing the side of your neck until he reached your collarbone. There, he let his teeth scrape along the sensitive skin before sucking on the spot hard enough that you knew it was going to leave a very obvious bruise. “Ow! What the fuck, Grimmjow?!” you yelped. He chuckled darkly and tugged on the neckline of your shirt to work his way along more of your collarbone, not bothering to give you any other response. He left a few more love bites along the way, but always soothed them with his tongue before moving along. The gentleness of the gesture caught you off guard the first time, making your breath hitch in an embarrassingly loud fashion. You waited for the inevitable teasing from Grimmjow… but it never came, only a low sort of rumble as he reached the limit of how far your tee shirt would stretch. “This one of your favorite shirts or anything?” Grimmjow asked. The sudden questions made you blink. Why the hell was he concerned about your fashion sense now, of all times? “Huh? I mean, not real— Wait! No, Grimmjow don—“ The small part of your brain that was not yet occupied with Grimmjow finally caught up with the situation, but it was too late. The sound of ripping cloth drowned out your strangled cry of protest as he stuck the hem of your shirt between his teeth then used his free hand to give it a good yank, ripping it all the way up to the collar. With a feral grin, he leaned down and caught the collar of your ruined shirt in his teeth and popped it apart the same way. “Was that really necessary?!” you almost shrieked, more from shock than any real outrage. “You tell me,” Grimmjow murmured smugly, his lips already against your neck. He worked his way down and across your other collarbone, leaving patches of colorful flesh to match the other side. By the time he reached your shoulder, you were struggling in his grasp, unable to hold still and unable to completely stifle the little whimpers he drew from you with every new mark he left on our skin. “Hmm, not bad.” Grimmjow smirked as he leaned back to admire his handiwork. You took a look at yourself and groaned. “Grimmjow!” you whined. “My pervy boss is never gonna let me live this down!” You got no sympathy from him; he thought it was funny as hell. “Not my problem,” he said dismissively, reaching down to give your nipple a pinch through your bra. You yelped, and Grimmjow grinned wider. You had a feeling that you’d be making that noise a lot and were immediately proven right as your other nipple got equal attention.

“Who taught you to treat a lady like that?!”

Again, Grimmjow only chuckled at your indignant squawking. “Good thing you ain’t a lady. And don’t gimme that look. You got a mouth on you to put Kurosaki to shame,” he pointed out, running a finger under the edge of your bra. The bra did happen to be a favorite. “Don’t you fucking dare Grimmjow! That one is expensive!” you barked, trying to spare any more of your clothing from getting shredded. “The clasp is right there in the front. Here. Just let go of my hands and I’ll get it,” you offered, wanting the use of your hands, not just to save your bra from becoming a pile of scraps, but also to peel him out of his jacket.

“Nice try sweetheart,” Grimmjow practically purred, his grip on your wrists tightening fractionally. Well, at least he popped the closure of your bra open instead of tearing through it. One out of two wasn’t bad, you supposed. Worries about your bra or the use of your hands or anything else were shoved straight out of your head as Grimmjow wasted no time in reaching up to palm one of your breasts, giving it a firm squeeze. “Oh shit!” The word slipped out before you could check yourself and Grimmjow arched a brow at you, his trademark smirk still plastered on his face. “Like that, do ya?” he asked smuggly. “Ya ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” With that, Grimmjow let his head drop to your chest, his mouth closing over the tip of your other breast with a single hard suck before he began teasing the hardened peak with his tongue. His hand left off its soft massaging in favor of using his fingers to torment your other nipple, alternating between circling it with the calloused pad of his thumb and rolling it between thumb and forefinger. He mirrored these motions with his mouth, licking and sucking with the occasional scrape of teeth and a corresponding sharp pinch to match. You seriously wished you had an arm free to throw across your face because there was no keeping your mouth closed around the clipped moans and soft gasps you were making. You squirmed under him, pulling against his hold on your wrists again with no better luck this time than the last. “Ah! You could at least… mmnh!... take off some clothes,” you whined between the naughty little noises you were trying to hold back. Grimmjow lifted his head to look you in the eyes, snickering openly as he leered at you.

“Hmn. Somebody’s soundin’ a little desperate.” His tone had a mocking edge that made you want to slap him. You tugged against his grip on your wrists on reflex and his grin widened.

“Bastard,” you huffed under your breath, jaw clenched in frustration. His grin widened when your words were followed by a sharp intake of breath as he gave your pebbled nipple a hard pinch.

Grimmjow leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, his voice dropping half an octave as he practically purred, “Aww, what’s wrong, kitten? Mad that you can’t use those claws of yours?” He squeezed your wrists just enough to make his point; he was the one in control. “Hmn. Might be more fun to let ya.”

With that, he went after your neck again, but this time he was less interested in marking you up and more interested in working his way back down your body with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, stopping to lick the curve of your breast before lifting his head again just long enough to shoot you another one of his trademark smug smiles.

Grimmjow knew exactly what he was doing to you as he dropped his head and latched on to your other nipple, sucking hard before swirling his tongue around it. Your back arched off the bed in a manner he found most satisfying, for all that you were trying to act unaffected. The feel of him lapping at your already over sensitized nipple wrung a high-pitched whine out of you that you couldn’t quite repress. This turned into a gasp as his hand followed the line of your ribs, warm palm caressing your belly with a gentleness that surprised you as it dropped lower. Then his fingers curled under the waistband of your little pajama shorts and he gave them a sharp yank, pulling them down to your knees without even lifting you up. So much for gentleness.

You watched the expression on Grimmjow’s face change as he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes glued to the damp spot on your panties. He took a long, slow breath through his nose, and his entire expression shifted to something less smug and more… hungry.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. You followed his line of sight and felt yourself turning a nice shade of tomato red, but that didn’t keep a smug grin of your own from creeping onto your face. Before he could get his hand back to its intended destination, you took advantage of his moment of distraction to plant both of your feet squarely in the middle of his chest. “The hell, woman!” he growled, clearly not happy about being blocked from his next meal. “Ditch some clothes,” you insisted defiantly, despite Grimmjow still pinning your wrists firmly to the mattress. You toed the zipper on the front of his outfit. “Oh, come on!” You cringed inwardly at the whine in your words, but went on anyway. “If I’m giving up my… uh, cookie, the least you could do is give me something nice to look at!” “Tch! You sayin’ I’m not nice to look at like this?” he goaded, making a grab for your ankles with his free hand. You were just quick enough that he could only grab one of your feet. If he wanted the other one, he would have to let go of your wrists. You ignored his attempt to ruffle your feathers and gave him a lazy smile as you ran a foot over his abs lightly, right where his hollow hole was when he was out of his gigai, never mind that teasing him like that is what had gotten your arms pinned over your head in the first place. “Dammit, woman!” Grimmjow growled, trying to evade your touch, but he couldn’t exactly get out of your reach without letting go of you, and he wasn’t ready to admit defeat. You weren’t sure if you were brave or just stupid to taunt an arrancar this way, but in the moment it hardly mattered. You ran your foot over his abs again, this time bringing it all the way back to the center of his chest where you once again poked at the zipper with your toe. “Please?” You pasted on a doe-eyed expression. “I promise I’ll be good,” you added in a sugary whisper, leaving it open to interpretation whether you were referring to behaving well… or performing well. Grimmjow snorted. “I bet you will.”

PART TWO!


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1 month ago

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If they had jobs in the world of the living. - part 1

Warning: SMUT, NO MINORS, MORDERN AU, short imagines/drabbles.

AIZEN, GRIMMJOW, JUSHIRO, KENPACHI, SHUHEI, SZAYELAPORRO

Aizen - University Professor

You had questions. You had many questions. And he always had an answer.

It was way past his office hours, yet he still stayed behind to answer your questions. You were a studious student and he intended to reward your diligence. 

You read out loud the poetic phrases you supposedly were struggling to interpret. 

However, you were now struggling to articulate. 

He had an interesting way to lecture you— bent over his sturdy old desk, his naked hips connected to yours and his movements flowed like poetry itself. Your words spilled out, interrupted with the occasional ‘ahhh’ and ‘mmmmph’.

Eventually, he increased his pace, the sound of skin slapping added to the rhythmic beat. At this point, there were no elegant words flowing out of your mouth and you had become nothing but a moaning mess. 

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Grimmjow- Gym Trainer

You hated squats! You couldn't get the form right and it would hurt your knees. And you were growing frustrated.

Grimmjow, your hot personal trainer, had a perfect solution for your squatting problem. 

He stood behind you and guided your motions. “Hinge from the hips. Get that ass touching me”. 

Well, you got the hip hinge part pretty quickly. Your round, soft butt would stick back and out, brushing up against his hand. No wait. His hard abs? His leg? Wait. It was too pointy to be any of those body parts. 

You tried again, movement coming from your hip joints and you stuck out your ass, your stretchy yoga pants accentuating your movements. 

You slowly grind up against him again. You gasped. Did it just grow and twitch? 

“That’s it! Give me 10 of those”, he encouraged. 

The encouragement was enough to keep you going and not question anything. You gave him perfect 10 reps and with each rep, that thing you touched with your butt kept growing. At this point, you know what you were tapping. However, you chose to remain oblivious and innocent. 

After your last rep, you straightened yourself up and squeezed your butt muscles together. You felt the burn in all the right spots! Knees did not hurt. Guess he was a great trainer after all!

“Good job! Now you want to learn how to do some deep sumo squats?”, he asked.

You turned around and noticed the visible tent in his pants. 

“Sure”, you replied. Might as well entertain him and yourself. 

He guided you to the back of the gym and let’s just say you became a master at the sumo squats very quickly. You gave him 3 sets of 20, while he laid on the floor and you used his erect dick as the target for your pussy to sit into.  

“Fuck ya!!! Feel the burn baby! Ya feeling the burn?”

“Yes yes! I feel the burn ugh…i feel the burn!”

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Jushiro - School Teacher 

“Mommy always says you're so beautiful”, the little girl said to her preschool teacher that morning. 

Your daughter and her innocent, unfiltered mouth got you into this mess. 

Mess as in— making out with her teacher— in the classroom after a parents teacher meeting. 

You couldn't avoid it. He approached you with what your daughter had said and you couldn't deny it. He was a gorgeous angel who fell from the heavens. And you wanted a taste of that celestial being. 

And a taste you got! His tongue was really dancing around in your mouth. His hips were grinding against yours, your body pinned against his desk.

You were ready to throw away your dignity and your clothes with it. You could feel his arousal growing-- his hard erection poking you between your legs and teasing your clit as it rubbed against your tight yoga pants. Yes, you were that one parent who wore yoga pants and a crop top to your child's 'parent's teacher meeting' just to have the divine teacher notice you.

Now that he noticed you, you wanted more. Your hand trailed down his chest and towards his pants but he grabbed your wrist to stop you from proceeding any further.

“I can't do this. Not here. The kids sit on those desks. And I have to come back to this place tomorrow". He paused for a second and glanced at the wall clock. "What about the parking lot?"

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Kenpachi- Car Mechanic

He finished giving your car a good tune-up. Now it was your turn!

His greasy, unwashed hands leave stains all over your clothes and he has you spread out on the back seat of your car. He roughly slams his 10 inch cock into your pretty pussy, shaking the entire vehicle with each forceful thrust.

He pulled out his cock and admired how it glistened with your juices. “The oil is very dirty. Gonna replace it”. And he shamelessly stuck himself back inside you.

He doesn't hold back when he unleashes his load inside, unbothered by the fact he creampied you to the brink. He pulls his cock out with his dirty hands and slaps the sensitive tip against your swollen clit, making your flinch. 

“Gotta change the dirty oil often. Come back every week for a fresh refill”.

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ShĹŤhei- Newspaper Editor

Shuhei was beyond stressed. There wasn't much news to report on anymore. Which was a good thing, right? Not for Shuhei. 

Where was the scandal? The tea? The crime?

You, one of the reporters, walked into his office looking just as bored. You were wearing your revealing, low cut top and short skirt. It was always a good idea to look alluring enough to get people to talk— spill the beans— you called it. 

But Shuhei was about to spill his beans. The blush on his face was hard to conceal. What was even more obvious was the growing tent between his legs? 

You thought you were being cautious when you gave him a delicious blow job under the table. Little did you know the newspaper photographer was hiding in one of the supply closets.

The next day.

Headline with a photo: 

Recent scandal in the office: City's most beloved and hard working editor caught in action with a staff member. Eyewitnesses say it began with a simple taste test and quickly escalated into a full-course meal. The editor looked truly refreshed and recharged afterward. 

You wanted some tea. And here you were served a delicious fresh brew with extra rich cream.

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Szayelaporro- Fertility Doctor

100% success rate on the first round. 

What was his secret? 

This was your first visit. The assistant did some blood work and took your vitals. And like any other doctor’s office, you waited….and waited. You almost drifted off while laying on the exam table. 

The doctor finally walked in with a needleless syringe—thicker and longer than usual—filled with his patented ‘magic solution’.

You were already striped and barely covered up by the short and tight hospital gown. 

He didn't say much. Nothing was explained. No risks were discussed. No consent was taken.

His pink hair disappeared between your thighs.  Your legs were already propped up on the stirrups, giving him a perfect view. He parted your soft lips with his hand, the latex fingers rubbing gently against your clit. Your response was unavoidable— a gentle moan had escaped you.

A small grin tugged on his lips but he remained professional and continued to separate your folds, making an opening for his syringe to penetrate through. 

Now he had to insert the entire 8 inch syringe deep inside you until the tip kissed your cervix. You shuddered beneath him, self-control slipping and your mind giving away to momentary pleasure. 

“You shameless creature”, you heard him whisper from below.

A blush grew across your cheeks but you did not stop him. He began to flick his wrist, plunging the syringe in and out of your hole, making a sloppy, slippery mess out of your pussy. 

“This is perfect! The extra fluids and the muscle contractions will help carry the liquid inside and deliver it to the precious egg”, he explained and closely observed your body go into spasm.

He injected the mysterious fluid inside, your body happily accepted it and not a single drop was wasted. 

You quickly changed and made your way out the door, gathering your shame with you. 

Yet you hesitated at the doorway, a burning question pressing on your mind.

“Do I need to have sex with my partner right away?

“Not necessary at all. In fact, you have already conceived”. 

100% success rate was no joke.

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Forgot to give credit where credit was due. Thanks for the suggestions @whatshernameis @kryptoniteforsale


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1 month ago
“Look At You, A Slutty Mess. So Beautiful, I Want To Keep Making A Mess Out Of You…..forever”.

“Look at you, a slutty mess. So beautiful, I want to keep making a mess out of you…..forever”.

- Grimmjow, Kenpachi, Shinji, Kisuke, Nnoitra

“I am addicted to your pussy. That vulgar sounds it makes, the sight of it swallowing me whole, the sweet juices dripping like honey, and the feeling of it soothing my achy cock”

- Shunsui, Aizen, Gin, Shinji

“Let's just sit in the moment. Let us feel connected, physically and emotionally. I have no other place to be right now— just inside you.”

- Aizen, Jushiro, Byakuya, Yhwach, Izuru, Jugram

“Don't worry. I will try to make it as painless as possible, although I can't make a promise on that”.

- Mayuri, Szayelaporro, Bazz-B, Unohana, Nnoitra, Kisuke

“Ah princess, the way your pretty pussy flutters around my tongue and greedily pulls it in. It was definitely worth skipping lunch.”

- Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Yoruichi, Gin, Shunsui, Renji, Kisuke, Szayelaporro, Shinji

“That's it, my beautiful. Cum on my cock. Let daddy take care of you. Use my cock as your pussy stress ball”.

- Ryuken, Isshin, Shunsui, Kenpachi, Iba

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. It’s perfectly natural. And you know how much I love the unadulterated, natural things about you. So don't hold anything back. I will love and cherish everything you give me.”

- Shunsui, Isshin, Jushiro, Aizen, Shinji, Rose

“Oh no! Is it too much? I'm sorry. Should have said something sooner. I don't want to hurt you. I want you to feel the same pleasure you give me. Your pussy is like heaven and I want to take you there with me!!!”

- Renji, Izuru, Jushiro, Rose, Shuhei, Ichigo

“Knock knock? Who's there you ask? Come on now, don't be shy. It ain't the big bad wolf. Just a hard cock, eagerly dripping cum. So open that pussy for me, baby. I know, I know, cringe. But you love it baby, you love my cringe.”

- Askin, Kisuke, Isshin, Gin

“Hmm? You want to cuddle? You know that won't last long. What? You know exactly the hold you have on me, woman. Don't play innocent.”

- Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Kenpachi, Starrk

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I will say that everytime I cum deep inside you. Ahh Shittt…I love youuuu!!!”

- Everyone!!!

“Look At You, A Slutty Mess. So Beautiful, I Want To Keep Making A Mess Out Of You…..forever”.

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1 month ago

🍭 Warning: Messy smut of all kind. nsfw.

🍭 Sensually and suggestively sucking on a lollipop during a meeting and making eye contact with him the entire time as you stand at the back of the crowd.

🍭 Victims: Szayelaporro, Grimmjow, Starrk, Askin, Bazz-B, Ryuken

Post-meeting Briefing. Espada and Quincy Edition.

Soul Reaper Captains edition here

🍭 Warning: Messy Smut Of All Kind. Nsfw.

Szayelaporro doesn't even wait for the meeting to end. You are standing in the back of the room, something creepy crawls up your leg under your pant legs and injects itself into your wet folds, tearing through the fabric of your panties because damn thing is alive. You drop the lollipop and squeal. The closest to you turn their heads from the sudden disturbance and distraction. You bite your lower lip and silently orgasm, his grin and eyes locked on you the entire time.

Grimmjow impatiently waits for the damn meeting to end, unable to concentrate and focus. You seductively deep-throat the lollipop while standing at the back of the crowd. No one noticed you except for Grimmjow. The man is itching to scratch your insides with his throbbing dick. The lollipop is licked to the last bite, and the meeting finally ends. He eventually does end up chasing you down the hallway like a maniac and pins you down on the floor, hard dick slaps you across the face and he deep throats you until your vision becomes blurry. He foolishly thinks you learned your lesson until you try it again at the next meeting, not with one, but two lollipops. Licking back and forth between the two before taking them both into your mouth, cheeks poking out like a chipmunk, eagerly waiting for your next punishment. Two lollipops? What the hell were you implying now?

Starrk doesn't seem bothered. He passes you a glance and watches you lick the handy treat as if you were licking his dick under the table. You know it is bothering him, but he shows no emotions. He looked tired as the meeting dragged on for an hour. And once the meeting finished, you followed behind him, waiting for his reaction. He gives you a yawn and curls up on his mountain of pillows. You pout and sit beside him, poking his cheeks, demanding attention. Too late. He is already out. So you help yourself. Pulling out his painfully hard cock out of his pants, you shake your head in disbelief as he would choose sleep over a blow job. Why not have both? He doesn't seem to mind.

Askin had to do a double-take when you flashed him a brightly coloured lollipop, red 40, his nemesis. He didn't like artificial dyes because he could taste the chemical aftertaste. He passed you a thumbs down, disapproving of your bad taste, but you continued with your actions regardless. The point was to tease him during the meeting, not to judge your palate. He had to fix your mistake and offer your taste buds something more 'sophisticated'. His dick. And so he had you on your knees, guiding his hard 'coated' cock all the way down your throats because the taste buds do happen to linger far beyond the oral cavity. What do you taste? Pomegranate. A good natural replacement for red 40.

Bazz-B just endures it. He surprisingly, quietly endures it while you tease him with a ‘thick’ long lollipop that is thicker than the girth of his dick. He knows what game you are playing and the silent insults you are throwing at him. So he just patiently endures it until the end of the meeting. The silence worries you. And he doesn't say another word about it until the next day and another meeting. Before the meeting started, he shoved you under the table and unzipped his pants, pulling out his flaccid cock. And you went to work, trying to be discreet and sneaky, legs of other high-ranking Qunicies slowly surround you as they take their seats at the table. You suck and choke, tears down your cheek when he forces himself balls deep down your throat. Now, who was thicker? His balls or the lollipop?

Ryuken was finishing up a staff meeting at his hospital. He didn't expect to see you performing a vulgar tongue dance at the back of the staff room. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow. A staff member asked if he was alright. “A headache” was his quick reply. He wasn't lying. After the staff meeting, he entered an empty treatment/exam room. You followed without an invitation. The open door was the invitation. He pushed you on top of the exam table and had his way, a quickie before his next patient. The next patient was already waiting in the waiting room. It was fast and quick. Time was ticking, and he was known as a punctual doctor. You pulled up your pants, cum leaking down your legs and before you exit the room, you stick your hand in the jar of lollipops and help yourself, passing him a wink-- 'until next time'.


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1 month ago
âżť CHASING THE FORGOTTEN âżť

âżť CHASING THE FORGOTTEN âżť

Grimmjow 𓏴 Cop f.Reader 𓏴 Shūhei Hisagi

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âżť Warning: No minors, explicit smut, p0rn with plot, modern au, handcuffs, hair pulling, slut calling, condom sex, condom breaking, oral (giving), vaginal sex only, threesome, reader with memory loss, reader called princess, reader and Shuhei are cops. Not 100% proofread yet.

⿻ Summary: Officer Shuhei likes you. Grimmjow knows you. Your memories are scattered because of a previous car accident. But Grinmjow, the detainee, knows exactly how to unlock those lost memories. Shuhei can't just sit around and watch, so he lends a ‘dick’.

Tags: @kryptoniteforsale @whitefoxfiction @darthwhorecrux @ninaskylight

Monday morning.

Who was stupid enough to cause a ruckus this early in the morning, especially under watchful eyes of the morning crowd. Aren't the trouble makers still in bed after a night of wreaking havoc? It's exactly the reason why you avoided the night shift— too much action for you. 

And you have yet to finish your morning coffee.

You navigate the inner city roads, observing the morning rush-hour traffic while sipping some strong coffee. It’s bitter, but it sharpens your senses. You are going to need every ounce of your wits for your next target.

The car radio in your cruiser alerts you of the recent uproar and you just happen to be the lucky officer close enough to the commotion. 

“We got two adult males, in their mid to late 20’s, causing some scene near the city center. You are the closest to the scene, so go take a look. No weapons or injuries reported”, came the familiar voice of the dispatcher, Nanao Ise.

You head to the location marked on your GPS. It was in the local business sector and it didn't take long for you to spot the crowd that had gathered to witness the show in a side alleyway.

The alleyway is narrow for your car to squeeze through, so you hop out without signaling. You planned to be discreet as possible because you did not want the perpetrators to flee. You walk towards the crowd that had gathered around the main event. You quietly stand behind, observing and assessing the situation. 

Two adult males are at the center, trading bare punches. Around them, tickets are exchanged, and informal bets are placed as spectators cheer and wager on the outcome. You let out a quiet sigh—this just turned from a street brawl into an organized illegal fight. The case just got a whole lot more complicated.

You focus your attention back at the fighters. One was well put together and had short, bright orange hair that reminded you of the sunset sky. The other looked a little rough around the edges, bright blue hair and alluring blue eyes. The second one looked more feral, more dangerous and more familiar. 

Your eyes focus on the blue haired one a lot longer than you anticipated. That hair and those eyes? Total animal-kingdom vibes. Like those colorful poisonous animals that scream ‘I’m toxic’ just by existing.

You decided to take a step back and request for backup. But a loud mouth civilian decided to blow your cover.

“A cop!!!”, the fool yelled before he scurried away like a mouse. 

You had to act fast. At least capture one of the offenders. You ran past the crowd that was now quickly dispersing in different directions. You grabbed the portable walkie-talkie radio while running towards the fighters. “Requesting for backup!”, you yelled into the radio. 

As you pushed closer to the heart of the chaos, you realized the orange-haired man had already fled. Surprisingly, the blue haired man just stood there, teeth grinding and fists clenched into a ball, ready to burst a vein in his forehead.

“Fuck, Ichigo! Get your ass back here! We ain't done, damn it!”, he yelled, oblivious to your presence. 

You slowly grabbed your cuffs from your utility belt and quickly placed them around his left wrist. 

Click.

“What tha-!” His head snapped around, drawn by some instinct. His eyes narrowed, trying to catch a glimpse of you. He was still flustered, thrown off by the fact that he’d let his guard down.

“You're under arrest!”, you boldly declared, although he overshadowed you in height and strength. Your heart was racing with the danger looming. That backup better arrive fast in case he turned violent.

He gave you a challenge with his right hand, trying to pull himself away. You continued to persist and swung your leg under him, causing him to topple forward. He lost balance and crashed forward, landing hard on his stomach.

“Ya playing dirty. Fight fairly!”, he challenged you after you finally wrestled his right hand into the handcuffs. The way you moved and tackled him, it mirrored his own fighting style.

“I’m not fighting. I’m catching a criminal”, you corrected him, plopping onto his back to catch your breath. He put up a struggle, and consequently, you felt a twinge in your lower back. 

“Get off me! You lookin’ for a fight or somethin’?” He kept struggling and squirming beneath you. He didn’t know when to give up, and it was getting on your nerves.

You slid a hand behind his head, feeling his beautiful blue hair slipping through your fingers—then shoved his face into the dirty pavement.

“Do you not understand your situation? Either you are brave or just plain stupid. Or both”. You lift up his face, dirt caked on the side of his face. There is definitely something familiar about this man. Your brain struggled to piece together scattered memories, scrambled and lost after the car accident last year.

Not long after, your backup arrives. You hear footsteps approaching, echoing through the now-deserted alleyway. Just a minute ago, the alley had been the epicenter of an illegal fighting and gambling ring.

“Made yourself comfortable?”, your partner joked. 

“Shut it, Shuhei. I think I sprained my back wrestling him”. You played up the mild ache, hoping to earn some sympathy from your partner.

“And you let the other guy get away? How can you be so careless?”Officer Shuhei scowled, his face tightening. He took his job way too seriously and did not appreciate any shortcomings.

He expected you to handle a two-against-one situation by yourself? That’s exactly why backup was requested! Shuhei took a few steps forward, and something interesting caught the corner of his eye.

“Get up”, he ordered you. It was obvious who was the senior officer in charge.

“What? Worried about his back but not mine?” you let him have a fake pout. You were the playful type, always provoking him, testing his patience.

Before he dragged you off him, you quickly got up from the man’s back. Shuhei squatted down and ran his hand under the detainee’s shirt. 

“Hey! That’s harassment!” you warned him, though you knew he was just conducting a simple body search for weapons or drugs.

Shuhei didn't entertain you. Instead, he lifted the guy's shirt up to reveal a number 6 tattoo on his back.

“Things just got interesting,” he said, examining the etched number on the culprit’s back.

You stood behind Shuhei, your gaze tracing the elegant font on his back, and a quiet nostalgia stirred in your chest.

“No shit!”

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After a quick 10-minute drive through the city, you arrived at the station. As you stepped out of the car, Shuhei pulled in behind you in his own cruiser. He walked towards you while you stood there, holding the back door wide open.

“He ain’t budging”, you explained your predicament. Throwing him in the car was easy. Dragging him out was going to be a struggle. 

“Did you at least get his name?” Shuhei asked, glancing at the man in the backseat, who looked annoyed and frustrated.

“Grimmjow. He didn’t hesitate to tell me that much.” 

Grimmjow definitely recognized you but hadn’t said much during the car ride. He was saving the fun for later.

“Alright, Grimmjow, get out,” Shuhei warned, his voice more authoritative than yours. 

Authoritative or not, Grimmjow didn't give a shit.

You were just about ready to head into the station to call for more backup—until you realized all the cruisers were gone. There was no one around to help, and you didn’t want to wrestle with the man again, even though it felt like you had done it several times before.

After a few years on the job, you knew exactly how to draw him out. Negotiation. It was like coaxing a kitten from hiding—you just had to offer the right bait for them to bite.

“Listen, Grimmjow”. His name lit up your brain and tickled the tip of your tongue, as if you had chanted his name countless times before. “If you make this easy for us, we will make it easy for you. We just want to ask a few questions and get you the help you need”, you explained while pointing to the cuts on his knuckles. You didn’t recover any weapons at the scene, so the injury was probably from throwing raw punches at each other.

Grimmjow gave you a side glance and flashed you a cocky grin. “Hah. Ya think I’m stupid? A little cut ain’t gonna kill me.”

“No. Maybe not. But it might get infected and that might kill you”, you persisted, but he didn't bite.

He shuffled in the back seat and turned his back to you. For a moment, you thought he was about to slide out of the car. Instead, he flashed his middle finger, the chains rattling as his wrists strained to extend the digit.

Shuhei was ready to step in, but you placed a hand in front of him. You had another bait to toss.

“We’ll find the other guy you were fighting and give you another swing at him? You want that, don't you?” you offered. For some reason, you carried this predetermined vision of him—a fighter whose pride meant more than his life, although his instinct for survival came naturally.

You seemed to hit the mark with that suggestion because Grimmjow's posture and attitude completely changed. He finally dragged his butt out of the car seat and stepped onto the pavement. He cranked his neck to the side, and you heard a few sharp pops from his joints— an attempt to look intimidating. 

Shuhei led everyone into an interrogation room. A few mismatched chairs and a beat-up desk sat beneath flickering fluorescent lights bright enough to trigger a seizure. The white walls were chipped and peeling, scarred by the countless scuffles that had played out within that confined space.

Grimmjow plopped down on the chair and leaned back, the cold metal cuffs digging into his spine. He sat like the world owed him something—legs spread, head tilted back slightly, a cocky smirk just teasing the corner of his lips. He could’ve been raising hell right now, but a certain gorgeous cop had caught his attention, and it lifted up his spirits.

During the ride to the station, he couldn't help but stare at the back of your head and the side of your face. Through the smudged plexiglass barrier, he was able to recognize you but the question was, did you recognize him? He was yet to become aware of your missing memories. 

Although a very dominating creature himself, he found your commanding authority tickled his loins. And the way he occupied the chair as his personal throne, he shamelessly didn't hide the fact that he had an erection slowly building and erecting up a visible tent.

Shuhei was in no position to notice the act of profanity unfolding just beyond his sight. His face was buried behind a laptop, fingers racing across the keyboard as he scavenged for more information on the detained man and his gang.

Your eyes couldn’t avoid the obvious. With his hands tightly bound behind his back, he made no effort to hide his excitement—nor did he have any intention to do so.

Your eyes widened with shock and disbelief. You watched the clothed erect grow and expand as soon as you made eye contact with it. You looked up at Grimmjow who gave you a silent immodest grin, inviting you to come closer.

Perhaps he had a kink for female cops? Or maybe he got off on getting handcuffed by one? 

You gave Shuhei a quick side glance to see if he saw what you saw but he was very much preoccupied with the task of finding any dirt on Grimmjow, even though the dirt was quite visible at this point. 

Once Shuhei locked onto an assignment, the whole world around him became invisible. Not very cop-like of him. You, on the other hand, were always on high alert and aware of your surroundings. That was how a certain trainer had trained you, his words ingrained in your fractured memories: “Don’t ya let them get the upper hand by getting all distracted. Stay on guard, react on instincts and don't ya dare overthink”.

Instead of taking the seat behind the desk next to Shuhei, you broke protocol and decided to entertain this man who was staring at you as if you were his next meal, luring you with his hungry gaze.

You circled the table and slid onto it, seating yourself directly across from Grimmjow—only an arm’s length away. The space between you was narrow, risky. If he decided to headbutt you, it wouldn’t end well. However, the hostility he had shown early had dissipated. He appeared more calm and needy. His growing erection was sending out mixed messages and you were growing intrigued and alarmingly aroused.

“You forgot me already, princess?” He spoke, his voice a few decibels lower, just enough to keep the conversation out of Shuhei’s earshot.

“Call me officer”. You paused, biting your bottom lip as you searched through your memories. The way he called your princess was taking you somewhere you've been before. A gym?

Grimmjow leaned forward with his torso, the cuffs rattling with each movement. With every movement he made, your guard should have been up. But instead, you found yourself leaning in, drawn closer, as if he had an absurd secret to share.

“So you did forget me? I trained ya at the gym years ago. Before ya took the damn police exam. Come now, princess. You wont have a job if it wasnt for me. Be a little fuck’n grateful”. If you thought that cocky grin couldn’t get any wider—well, there it was, smeared across his face, practically helping you piece together those fragmented memories you were so desperate to retrieve.

Realization sucker punched you hard in the gut. You recognized him as that hot personal trainer who worked with you for three months straight. And one day he just disappeared, though not before breaking your heart and steering you into a relationship that had only just begun to blossom.

Luckily, you had moved on and the car accident was a blessing on top as you had completely forgotten about this man’s existence, sparing your heart from further angst.

“Oh yes. I didn't recognize you earlier. Hit my head hard a year ago”, you explained, although you didn't owe him an explanation. Unfortunately, after retrieving those lost memories, the suppressed feelings that accompanied those memories were also resurfacing.

“Well then, I didn't train ya hard enough”. He didn't like the fact that his former student had succumbed to such brutal injuries— it bruised his pride as a trainer. And though he struggled to show it, there was a hint of concern beneath the surface.

“It wasn't a physical altercation. My car rolled over”, you clarified.

Grimmjow leaned back on the chair, his erection ready for some attention.

“So what else do ya not remember?”, he challenged your memories.

All you could recall was throwing punches and kicks for 3 months to prepare for the entrance exam. There was some build up of emotional tension but before things got serious he had disappeared. Unless….

You gulped a dry lump in your throat. It felt like you just swallowed a million glass shards. 

Grimmjow could tell he caught you in a net he laid out. “That’s right, princess. You remember it, don't ya”, he whispered, egging on your imagination.

You shook your head in full denial. There was no way you would forget getting banged by your hot personal trainer. That's like a classic porn scene coming to life. Yet, you can't recall doing anything indecent with this man.

“Gym went under? So you went to the streets?” Pushing aside your racing thoughts, you continue with the investigation. 

But he wasn't ready to let it go.

“Nah. Still got the gym. Just found another hobby” he answered you out loud, but quickly dropped to a soft whisper. “Don't ya think ya should give me a hand here? Maybe it will jog up some more memories”.

You look stunned at his suggestion. “What is this new hobby? Illegal fighting? Drugs? Gangs?” Your eyes slowly fell back to his erection, realizing it must be getting uncomfortably tight in there. “You're on your own with that”, you whispered back. With your body temperature rising, you removed your hat and set it aside. 

“Gang, yes. Drugs, No. I hate that shit”. His eyes slowly travelled up and down your body, undressing you with his leering eyes. “You sure about that? It's reacting to you after all”. 

You glanced to the side—luckily, Shuhei was still buried deep in his search, fingers typing up a storm. The clatter of keys muffled the soft whispers you exchanged with the man you once knew. “You really think we believe you? If it's not drugs, how else does your gang make money?” You extend your leg and press the sole of your well polished shoe up against his crotch. 

“I ain't telling you how I make a living. And it ain't pimping”, he grinned, feeling the friction of your shoes up against his clothed erection, making his dick twitch from the firm pressure. “That’s it, princess. You know just how I like it”, he encouraged you, leaning back on his chair to indulge himself under your touch. 

None of this was triggering any flashbacks of moments you might’ve shared outside of training. You gave Shuhei one last glance before making your next calculated move.

There was a pen lying on the table beside you. You gently swipe your hand across the table, taking the pen with you, guiding it accidentally off the table. “Opps”. And with that, you gracefully hop off, careful not to jolt the table and snap Shuhei back to reality that was about to unfold. 

As you gathered the pen off the floor, your other hand settled firmly on Grimmjow’s crotch, feeling the outline of his length under your palm. You palmed him good, making sure the tent was indeed from his cock and not a fold in his pants. You slowly unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, fumbling a little as you tried to one hand it. After a failed struggle, you held the pen between your lips and made use of both hands to set him free. It was hard to hide the eagerness in your trembling hands. 

Your heart is racing. Your body is reacting. His cock was free but ironically the owner wasn't. You are on your knees and looking up at him— that cocky grin was still there, celebrating his victory. He couldn't believe he was about to receive a blow job by a cop while in handcuffs.

You remove the pen from between your lips to free up your salivating mouth. 

He swallowed his initial reaction, feeling your warm breath around the sensitive tip. Your nervous hands wrapped around the base of his cock and you took in all the details, from the shape to the texture, the length and the girth. 

“Maybe a little taste will jog up that memory”, a soft whisper that came from above.

You cast one last glance over your shoulder, catching only a glimpse of Shuhei’s legs beneath the desk—his shoes tapping out a steady rhythm. What was he even trying to find? A biography on this man? You've seen your partner work hours on end without losing focus. Knowing that, you felt gutsy to continue on with your pursuit— searching for your missing memories. 

Your soft lips wrapped around the swollen red tip, your plush mouth was soothing to the raw, dry shaft. You took your time to savor the feeling, the entire length fit so perfectly in your starving mouth. Did it jog any memories? No. Did it awaken ‘urges and desires’ for this man that might have been suppressed for years? Sure, let’s call it that.

Grimmjow, well known for his impatience and destructive attitude, was moving rather carefully and discreetly, keeping things low-key, all the while fighting the primal impulse to thrash his hips wildly at your face. Regardless of his approach, it was only a matter of time before Shuhei made his appearance.

With a mouthful of fresh precum, you had completely lost yourself in the act, letting your guard drop entirely.

Suddenly, it hit you—the clicking and tapping of keys had stopped. You weren’t sure when, but the room had fallen completely silent. The only thing you could hear was your heart thumping against your ribcage and speeding up with each passing second. 

Grimmjow noticed Shuhei had finally pulled away from the laptop screen and glanced in his direction. Despite this, Grimmjow made no effort to end the obscene situation. This was a rare moment, an opportunity if you must call it, he could not let slip from your lips.

Shuhei had noticed you were missing, the wide table shielding you and your indecent, unprofessional conduct. He heard some muffled slurps and suction sounds. He paused and held his breath. He looked into Grimmjow’s blue eyes, the man’s pupils were dilated as if he was riding a blissful wave.

The moment you realized you had an audience, it was too late. You took so much pride in keeping up your guard, yet it had faltered for a brief moment, thanks to those ‘urges and desires’.

Before you got a chance to pull Grimmjow out of your mouth, Shuhei had already grabbed both your hands by the wrist and shackled them behind your back. 

Once your hands were secured, Shuhei squatted down to your level and parted some of your dishevelled hair out of your pretty face. He had to witness that slutty face stuffed with a fat cock that wasn't his.

“And what the hell are you doing? Officer L/N?”, he asked, his voice calm but commanding. 

You tried to pull Grimmjow out of your mouth but struggled. Shuhei had you pinned, his hand firm on the back of your head, keeping you bowed in silent humiliation.

“Sucking my dick. Can't ya see?” Grimmjow happily answered for you considering your mouth was preoccupied. The less he spoke, the better because it wasn't doing you any favors. 

“I can see that. But why? Shoving a random filthy street rat’s dick down your throat. Are you sure you want a disease?”Shuhei continued with his guilt trip and also took a jab at Grimmjow. 

“What ya call me?”, Grimmjow shot daggers at the other officer, quite obvious they had become rivals. 

“A street rat. Or maybe you are a stray cat? Either way… it's a filthy dick”. 

“What? You jealous mine’s getting sucked on and your’s ain't?”

As the two exchanged insults at each other, you almost passed out from choking on Grimmjow’s cock that had been jammed so deep down your throat for a good few minutes. 

With a steely glare still locked onto his opponent, Shuhei finally set you free and tugged on the back of your hair to pull you away from your misery.

You gasped for air, coughed hard as the lungs inflated with fresh oxygen, a string of saliva still connected your lips with the tip of his throbbing cock. 

Grimmjow let out an animalistic growl, overwhelmed by the instinct to claw at the male officer for stealing his mate, even though his hands were bound. And let's not ignore the fact that he had no claws. Not in this universe.

Shuhei looked at you with disappointment. Not only did his heart just get crushed, but you gave him the slut vibes.

“I… I can explain. We know each other”, you tried to save your face and reputation. That perfect, innocent cop image completely shattered right before Shuhei’s eyes.

Your eyes darted towards Grimmjow, making eye contact with the sexually frustrated man, hoping he would say his part. 

“Ya we know each other. We go way back. Was helping jog up that memory with my dick”, Grimmjow winked at you. 

Not exactly what you wanted him to say. But what else did you expect to come out of his untamed mouth? That's all on you. 

“No explanation needed. You want some dick? Let’s give you some dick, you slutty cop!” Shuhei could not hold off his anger any longer. He was frustrated waiting for you. Honestly, it was his fault for never making a move all these years, hiding behind the excuse of being ‘professional’. His uptight, well-disciplined ass cost him his love. Normally, he did not break rules. But today, rules will be broken.

He tugged on your handcuffs, forcing you to stand up straight. He stood behind you, taunting Grimmjow with a slow strip tease, his hands unbuttoning your shirt and unravelling you like a present. You felt Shuhei’s warm breath against the side of your neck and Grimmjow’s eyes fixated on your exposed skin. His visible dick danced with approval. Shuhei’s cock also did a little twitch in his pants and you felt him grind his hips against your ass, seeking for some friction and attention. 

He slid his hand under the bridge of your bra and lowered the fabric that held your breasts in place. You could see Grimmjow practically salivating like a starved animal— a feral, uncontrollable animal who was tied up by his owner and a delicious prey tangled and danced before his eyes.

Shuhei cupped both your exposed soft breasts and gave them a rough squeeze. But he could not linger— time was limited. It was only a matter of time before his colleagues returned. 

His hands trailed down towards your pants and he undid them with rather ease. First he removed the utility belt and set it on the table, safely out of reach to avoid possible mishaps or accidental triggers. At least Shuhei had some sliver of rationality left in him, but it was fraying fast.

Once securing everyone's safety, he continued to lower your pants and panties, dropping them both to your ankle and kicking your feet to lift them off the floor. 

Without any hesitation, you lift one foot and then the other. You were cooperating well, not a single protest came out of your mouth. With your lack of resistance, Shuhei felt less guilty and more inclined to continue with his insults and degrading actions.

Shuhei slid your pants off along with your shoes and panties, kicking them under the table and looking up from where he was kneeling. Your legs were spread wide, giving him the money shot of your wet dripping pussy, taunting him as it glistened with your arousal. 

“Sucking a stranger got you this wet?”, he asked, degrading you on the spot.

“Shut up. Like I said, I know him”, you reminded your partner. But Shuhei wasn't buying it. You were already a cock sucking slut in his eyes.

He stood up and tugged on your cuffs again, forcing you to turn around and away from Grimmjow. 

Grimmjow got a nice view of the outline of your round ass but your shirt was in the way. He licked his bottom lips and watched in anticipation. Shuhei placed his hand on the back of your head and guided you forward. Your bare chest collapsed on the table and he gathered the shirt up and away to showcase your ass. 

“Oh fuck!”, both men muttered under their breaths in unison, dicks already discharging pre from the sight alone.

Shuhei quickly covered Grimmjow’s view of your sweet pussy and you heard some clinks and clanks, unzipping and a thud. He set his utility belt on the table next to your face. 

You couldn't see or touch anything. Neither could Grimmjow and it was driving him insane. You heard more sounds, rustling and tearing of a wrapper. It wasn't a chocolate bar, that's for sure.

He aligned himself square between your cheeks and used his hand to guide his tip against your wet entrance. Soon, your mushy insides were clenching down on his hard invading length— the feeling of pre-lubricated rubber sliding with ease and filling you up. Your body twitched, there was no foreplay with this impatient man and he pushed his length all the way in with his initial thrust. 

Shuhei had a nice rhythm going, the sturdy table kept you anchored and grounded. Your moans were in sync with the movements of his hips. Eventually, your own hips moved back to match his pace. 

Slap. Slap. Slap. 

The sound of skin to skin smacking had turned Grimmjow feral. He was ready to stand up and headbutt the officer out of the way and stick his own raw dick into your inviting cunt— no protection.

“Fuck…so tight”. “Ahh fuck…dont clench so hard”. “You’re so…soft inside”. “You like that spot?” The round tip of his cock had found that sweet spot that made your legs tremble.

The verbal description was enough to lure Grimmjow out of his dormant state. That aggressive and loud mouth Grimmjow was back and causing a disruptive scene from behind. 

“Fuck this! I had her first. Get your dirty hands off her. Hey! Hey!!! Don't ya fuck’n ignore me you twig for a dick!”, he snapped.

Grimmjow squirmed in his seat and planted a foot on Shuhei’s ass, shoving him forward and balls deep inside you. You were speechless, your mouth left wide open as if you wanted to let out a scream but nothing came out. The tip of his cock just kissed your cervix and left you seeing stars.

Shuhei barely managed to hold off an accidental outburst— too early to empty his balls. He wished to savor this moment, as he wasn't sure if he would ever be served seconds.

With his dick still buried deep inside you, he pulled you up by the handcuffs again and turned you around. He pushed you forward and you collapsed on top of Grimmjow. With his other free hand, he pulled out a condom packet from his front pockets and tore it with his mouth, never once losing rhythm to his thrusts. 

Both you and Grimmjow are left bobbing to the thrusts, the impact almost sending you to your first climax. 

Shuhei pushed the curled up condom in your mouth and slightly unraveled it with his two fingers. He removed his fingers from your mouth, the condom sitting between your parted lips. With one hand, he secured your hips in place so he did not have to miss a beat. His other hand grabbed a few locks of your hair and guided your face towards Grimmjow’s dick. From that point, you knew what had to be done.

You pushed the condom onto Grimmjow's upright cock with ease using only your mouth. You ended up giving him a delicious blow job in the process while Shuhei fucked you from behind. Horizontally sandwiched between the two men, your body was bouncing between the two, open shirt and your free breasts flailing like ping-pong balls, dicks coming from both ends. 

Even Grimmjow wasn't expected to sit still. His hips came slamming at you, his cock hitting the back of your throat, perfectly synchronizing with Shuhei movements from behind.

The room didn’t echo with the usual tension between a hostile felon and interrogating cops, but with blissful moans and groans complimented with the sucking and slurping sounds and skin on skin slaps. Let's not forget the growing wetness that oozed between your legs, the latex rubber exaggerating the sloshing sounds that came deep within your sex. 

Grimmjow couldn't hold back any longer, his hips jerking off the chair, cock slamming deep down your throat, face fucking you while Shuhei’s grip kept your bobbing head anchored in place.

Your gags were unheard, ignored and lost amongst the symphony of moans and groans. You choked a few times and eventually even that became numb. 

Grimmjow was the first to succumb, the tip of the condom slowly filled up like a balloon in your mouth. Shuhei pulled your mouth off the dirty condom and began chasing for his own release. 

Your head collapsed onto Grimmjow's shoulder, who was recovering from his most recent orgasm. Shuhei delivered a few more thrust, your convulsing walls taking care of the rest. You clamped down, smothering his spastic cock, drawing out his long awaited release. 

Shuhei released his grip on your hips, leaving you bruised and sore but not as sore as your scalp and throat. It took him a few minutes to recover, his body collapsed backwards against the rustic desk. And when he finally did come to his senses, you were already on top of the other man’s lap, sloppily riding for round two.

“Atleast change the condom!”Shuhei yelled from behind, trying to fetch a fresh packet from his pockets. 

But it was too late. As you bounced on Grimmjow's lap, maneuvering the best you can with both your hands tied up, you heard a pop on the inside. A gush of warm fluid filled you up and coated your inner walls, making your movements a lot more fluid and effortless. 

Shuhei cleaned himself up and tucked his sensitive  limp cock back into his pants. He tidied his clothes, discarded the DNA evidence and went back to his laptop to check the live security cameras. As expected, some of his co-workers were making their way back after running their morning errands.

He could interrupt the two lovebirds as they shared a passionate kiss, however he decided against it. If they still had feelings for each other, who was he to get in the way of rekindled love? 

Besides, Grimmjow didn’t have any previous record that warranted an arrest, at least not at the moment. You, however, had committed professional misconduct, which could lead to much more severe consequences. He wasn’t prepared to lose you. Work would be unbearable without you.

Drowning in pleasure, locked in a daze, you barely heard Shuhei’s footsteps fading into the distance. He stepped out of the room and locked the door from the outside. You pulled away from the kiss and turned your head towards the locked door, becoming a prisoner and trapped with your crimes— The crime being the man whose lap you occupied. 

“Focus on me, princess…”, Grimmjow called for you. Once the other officer had disappeared, he finally had you to himself. 

You turned your head back and gave him the attention he had been seeking. 

“Why did you disappear?”, you asked. You wanted to cup his face with your hands and interrogate him properly. However, the thick metallic cuffs digging into your skin was a reminder that you were at the mercy of the law. 

Grimmjow pressed his burning forehead up against yours, nose touching, lips twitching in anticipation. 

“Trouble with some people. Had to leave the city. Didn't want to drag ya into it”, he explained without giving too much details. You were still a cop, after all—and he was still under arrest.

A brief silence settled between you as your mind processed what he’d just said. Lies didn't suit his pride. And not like you had much of an established relationship with him. 

“Ya remember me now?” He tried to guide your attention back to him with his deliberate movements from below. 

You felt the growing pool of sticky mess between your legs. You stared into his blissful eyes, the aggression he held was gone once more.

“I remember it all. The way you stood me up on our first date and disappeared for good. But I don't remember having sex with you”, you replied. No matter how hard you tried to search the deepest crevices of your blurred memories, the closest you ever got to a relationship with him was some occasional flirting — and a date he never showed up for.

Wearing that gullible, puzzled look on your face, which he tried so hard not to mock, but he couldn’t help and chuckle at your innocence. You were simply an easy target for him. You always were. 

“I don't remember saying that we had sex”, he corrected you with a wide, mischievous grin. 

You straightened your back and tried to headbutt his forehead for being such a pain in the ass, both figuratively and literally. 

“Asshole!” You smacked your forehead against his in frustration. And that’s when you realized just how much of a hardhead he really was.

“Careful, princess. And be grateful. At least fucking you stupid helped with your memory. Imagine how much more you can remember if we continue at it”, he teased, picking up the pace from below.

“You know what! Ughhh You are sooo…. fuck…going to jail…ahhh shit… I'm gonna cum if you don't slow down!”

“Oh? If this is what I get to endure while in your jail, I would gladly take a life sentence", he grinned, kissing you on the lips and pounding you to your next release.

Now that was a confession you never saw coming.


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1 month ago

“Stop everything, I'm ovulating!”

Breeding kink: Kenpachi, Shunsui, Shinji, Grimmjow

Short imagines!

This is based on this smau by @kenpachissluut Thanks for the collab! 

Warning: Breeding kink alert! Mostly smut. Some soft fluff with Shinji inspired by @darthwhorecrux

“Stop Everything, I'm Ovulating!”

Kenpachi x female reader

Of course, Kenpachi is not good with directions. Knowing him, he probably got lost getting to you. 

But for once, he didn't! 

“Wow wow. Hold on! How did you get here so fast? You didn't turn a bad corner?” you asked as he stormed into the barracks, leaving a trail of intense reiatsu behind. And Reiatsu wasn't the only thing leaking from him.

“Tch. Not when I got this thing telling me where to go”. He proudly flashed you his phone screen, the navigation system had mapped out his route. 

You had been begging him to use the navigation function for a while now. Funny how a little change in your hormones was a big motivator to try something new.

You have now arrived at your destination. 

That destination is your wet dripping pussy. 

“Not yet I haven't”, he grinned, his dick aching in his pants. 

He turned off the phone, not wanting any more disturbance while he mated mindlessly with his partner tonight. He was on a mission to knock you up. The scent of your hormones was already making him feral. 

Before you were brought down to your knees by his spiritual pressure, he unexpectedly lifted you off the ground and threw you on his shoulder like a towel. He carried you to his small room, walls so thin that everyone in the barracks was made aware it was that time of the month. Breeding season for these two animals.

As promised, his fat cock did not leave your pussy all night. He pumped you full of seed until you overflowed. And when his tank ran dry, he fucked you with his fingers to push back all the cum that was dripping down your ass and thighs.

You were left sore, covered in bruises with an achy back and another broken bed. 

“Ikkaku is going to flip when I ask for another new bed. Next time we should do it on the floor or outside”, you suggested. 

He was quiet for a moment as he lay beside you, his giant palm resting on your bare belly. 

“I don't think there will be a next time, princess”. 

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Shunsui x female reader

Shunsui tripped not once, not twice but several times. Not sure why, but he found it hard to run down the stairs while sporting an erection, the hard thick membrane smacking between his thighs because he refused to wear a loincloth. 

“Just set it free, petal. Go commando for me. I'll do the same”. The pervert had wrapped you up in his fetishes and you shamelessly obliged because you were no better.

You were coming back from lunch and your phone sent you a reminder that today was the day. It explained why you felt so wet and needy for your man. A quick text remedied that problem. 

Granted that he was the Head Captain, you were excused from your duties for the rest of the day. You were the closest to what you would call ‘home’. Being the first to arrive, you planned to take a quick bath and wash off the day’s filth.

As you reached for the front door, he suddenly appeared behind you, his hand landing gently on top of yours.

“You weren’t planning to take a bath, were you, petal?” he asked, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel the warmth of his breath tickling your eardrum.

It was a hot day. You were sweaty, hot and bothered. “I stink….”, you tried to explain but he placed a finger against your lips to silence you.

“And wash away that natural fragrance? Even the rain can ruin a beautifully bloomed flower, stripping away that natural essence that drives a man insane”.

Even his pick-up, poetic lines were perverted. It made you cringe and he hurried you inside the house. 

Clothes were flying all over the place, with no undergarments in sight, consequently, making access quick and easy.

Usually, Shunsui would take his time with you, make the most out of foreplay and have you cum and squirt on his tongue several times before he rewarded your pussy with his cock.

But when he was crunched for time, he got right down to business. And he fucked you in every which way, stuffing your womb full of his seed with no breaks inbetween. He had lost his sensual touch— nothing romantic about being folded into a mating press and his dick drilling cum into you like a jackhammer pounding the surface. 

His phone rang several times as duty called for Mr. Head Captain. He could never break free from the responsibilities that weighed on him.

Except, what could possibly be more important right now other than impregnating his sweet, ripe flower that is ready to bear his fruit?!

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Shinji x female reader

“Where is she? Come on, doll. Don't ya play hide ‘n seek with me ”, he yelled as soon as he stormed into the house. He was hoping to pounce on you the moment he entered the front door.

Sick, my ass. Pretty poor excuse for a Captain— especially one who’s supposed to lead by example.

You had already showered and decided to spice things up and wear his favourite lingerie. Not that you need any more spicing up. As soon as you said you were ovulating, his dick did a little dance in his pants, while in the middle of a meeting. Yup. Grateful for those baggy wide pants.

“Every second counts. Don't ya make it hard fer me or else….”, came his eager warning. 

He found you in the bedroom, ready for the marathon that was to cum.

To say he almost fucked your brains out was an understatement. There even came a point he fucked you vertically— your shoulders pinned firmly to the mattress while your waist, pelvis and ass bounced in mid-air with each thrust, thighs resting on his shoulders as anchors. Why work against gravity when you can depend on it?

Once he filled up the tank that was your womb, he made sure to keep your pelvic bowl elevated by propping your hips up on a stack of pillows.

“You know it doesn't work like that”, you tried to explain, knowing exactly what he was trying to achieve. 

“Ya ya. Jus’ wanna see you hold all my load inside. Kinda hot”, he grinned.

You reach out with your grabby two hands and clench onto his short blond bob.

“Ow ow…whatcha doin’ that fer. Ease up”, he winced at the tug of his hair. 

“Just want to see how our future kid will look like”, you smiled and held up two little pigtails tightly between your fists. “Adorable”. 

“Ya really wanna girl?”

“No. But I know you do”. 

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Grimmjow x female reader

It was way past midnight when he finally arrived. 

Grimmjow was right. Aizen could sense the urgency and he wasn't going to let the Espada have his way. So he dragged the meeting longer than necessary and even had Grimmjow go on a little side mission to eat up his time.

Grimmjow tried to be quick. Unfortunately, time waits for no one. Neither does your precious egg. 

The window of opportunity was gone.

Grimmjow was not in a good mood when he stepped into your bedroom. You were already asleep. He could smell the faint scent of your sweet arousal still lingering in the air. He spotted your panties in a pile of unwashed clothes on the ground. He picked them up and brought them close to his face, giving them a deep inhale.

They were still warm and wet. Despite being in a grumpy mood, he was able to get himself hard from sniffing your panties. It was a filthy habit of his. And you encouraged it by purposefully leaving unwashed panties for him to discover. 

Once he had his fill, he dropped the panties to the side and walked around the bed. He watched you sleeping while curled up in a ball. You were out of the blankets because your body temperature was slightly elevated due to the hormonal shift. Even though he missed his chance, he still wanted to pound you hard. His cock was throbbing and there was still that lingering scent that captivated his senses. 

He sat beside you on the bed and grabbed your dominant hand by the wrist. He leaned forward and gave your fingers a quick lick. Well, the licking turned into sucking and soon you were wide awake with two fingers in his mouth.

“What the hell? What am I, your dinner?”, you asked, trying to pry your hand away before he did sink his fangs into them.

“Look who's talkin’. Had some fun without me?”, he narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip around your wrist.

“Hey! Not my fault I helped myself. You were taking so damn long and I was horny”, you explained without struggling. 

“Fuck. Blame that bastard Aizen”, he clenched his jaw and ground his teeth. He was beyond stressed.

You noticed his hard erection poking against the side of your thigh. 

“You found my little present?”, you asked, trying to ease his tension.

“Hell yeah! Fuck I almost came sniffing that shit. It's like a drug. So can we fuck?”

“Babe! Since when do you ask to fuck?”

And with that statement, he is already pulling your clothes off you.

“Right. Right. Dicks going in. Gonna fuck ya full and plug ya up until your next heat”, he grinned. He quickly pulled off his pants and settled between your legs, where he would dwell for the next few hours. 

You roll your eyes, feeling your insides stretch open to make space for his invading fat cock. Now if you told him your fingers didn't feel as good as him, how far will his ego bloat?


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2 months ago

TW: SMUUUT 🗣️, Grimmy gets pretty rough, a little bit of degradation, breeding, the works :D

Grimmjow couldn't stand you.

You were a brat if there ever was one and far too comfortable speaking to him with disrespect on a daily basis. He couldn't stand you, but every time you spoke to him brazenly, mocked him, taunted him, and infuriated him, it made him want to stuff that big mouth of yours with his cock. He couldn't stand you, but if and when he got the chance, he was going to show you what he did to brats like you. He didn't need to like you to fuck you good and hard like you deserved.

He was already annoyed enough today, and there you were, as usual, saying something to piss him off even more. "Hey, quick question, do you ever stop talking?"

His eyes widened, anger flaring like scorching blue flames. You enjoyed just how easy it was to get under his skin. He was so simple, fists clenching at his sides before one of them slammed on the table in front of you. "What did you just say?! Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"I guess that means no," you sighed, suppressing an amused grin.

The truth was, you liked riling him up and did so intentionally. You liked watching the veins swell in his hands, arms and forehead because it was hot. He was hot. Watching him get mad had you fantasizing about just how roughly he'd manhandle you, how he'd meanly bully his cock into your tight cunt, how he'd have you crying and gagging on it. You weren't going to stop pushing his buttons until he was undoing yours.

"You're lucky I don't hit girls," he growled, his hands twitching, clenching and unclenching as if he was currently resisting the urge.

"That's too bad," you said, smirking lazily.

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Later, he proved to be a liar. He was hitting you, his hand coming down hard over and over again to smack your ass as he drilled into you from behind. He still didn't know how to stop talking, though you didn't mind it much now, clenching around him while he yanked you up by your hair to spew filth directly into your ear.

"Not so cocky now, are you? Huh?" He panted, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. "Where's that smirk, little girl? Your snide comments? Haven't you got anything to say?"

You couldn't reply, not with how cruelly he was pounding into you, his tip striking hard and deep, as furious as he was. All you could do was moan and whine dumbly. You may have bested him with your words earlier, but in the bedroom, he'd definitely won, just the way you wanted him to.

"That's what I thought," he laughed when you didn't respond. "Can't handle my fat cock and talk back to me at the same time. You're too busy making a mess of my sheets and whining like a bitch."

He threw you back into the mattress, pinning you down with his weight as his hips snapped against your ass. He thought he was teaching you a lesson, but it was your personal heaven, getting caged in by his big biceps and having your pussy ruined by his throbbing length. You could hardly breathe, suffocating under his weight, head under water with nothing but the sound of his grunts and growls right into your ear. You thought it'd be a pleasant way to die.

Then he suddenly left you, and before you had the chance to mourn the loss of his heat and fullness in between your legs, he was manhandling you onto your back, folding you into a mating press and fucking back into you, smirking maliciously at your dumbfounded expression.

"I want to see what you look like when you cum all over my cock," he snarled in explanation before wrapping his hand around your neck to hold you in place. "Maybe I'll fill you up. You want that, slut?"

"Yes!" You choked out, eyes rolling back as he stretched your legs to their max, going impossibly deeper inside you than he had been. Each thrust felt like a shock to your system, a terrifying yet exciting loss of control of your body.

He was shamelessly staring at himself thrusting in and out of you, at your tits bouncing, and at the tears leaking out of your eyes. It made him go feral, the sight of your defeat. He knew you were all talk, so outspoken yet so easy to break. It was music to his ears how pathetic you sounded. Now he just needed you squirting all over him before he unleashed his load into you. Only then would it truly be his victory.

He knew by the high-pitched squeals and whines you were making that you were close, and so he stayed focused and didn't hold back, maintaining his brutal pace until your legs were trembling, glassy eyes squeezing shut and loud mouth crying out as if you were being tortured. He lowered himself against you, fucking you through your orgasm as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding him to his word that he would fill you up. Moments later, he did, biting your neck and groaning into it as he twitched inside of you, shooting thick, white ropes of his seed into your walls. He pulled out to watch it leak out of you, mesmerized by how cute your bratty pussy was with his juices oozing out.

He collapsed at your side. He'd finally bested you, finally taught you a lesson, and you'd finally learned just how good of a fuck he was. You stressed him out, but he had finally taken that stress out on you. For the first time in a while, he felt at ease, one could even say peaceful. Your body and your energy was a much needed break for his nervous system, and he was starting to discover a newfound appreciation for you as you quietly came down from your high beside him.

He watched you carefully as you rose from his bed, excusing yourself to clean up the mess between your legs. He chuckled to himself as he watched you limp away, like a fawn attempting to walk for the first time. He supposed you were actually pretty cute.

No. It made him start to worry when you were taking a long time in his bathroom, wondering if you'd come back and get dressed to go. It wasn't like it was often he got to just lay there, skin to skin with another person. No one touched him unless it was in battle or in a sexual way, and now he found himself yearning for your body against his again, in a more gentle way this time.

He pretended to look unbothered when you finally came back, pretended that he wasn't elated when you took your place back in his bed, curling up next to him.

You decided to be nice to him just this once. "That was amazing," you complimented, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his mouth that made him freeze. "Thank you."

He felt irritated again, though he couldn't figure out why. "Are you fucking with me?" He glared at you.

"No," you responded calmly. "If I was lying, I wouldn't be on the verge of passing out right now," you giggled tiredly. "I came so hard I'm exhausted."

You yawned, and it gave Grimmjow a funny feeling in his chest. He yanked the blankets up over your naked form. "Get some sleep then." You could tell he found it difficult to be affectionate. It was kind of cute in its own weird way.

You draped an arm over his chest anyway, pushing him out of his comfort zone. "You gonna sleep with me?"

"Doesn't seem like you're giving me much of a choice," he grumbled.

You pressed sleepy kisses into his jaw, smiling against him as you felt his body soften beneath you. "No, I'm not. I like to cuddle after."

"Damn brat." He aggressively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him and holding your hip. "You better not snore."

You gasped, a wide, almost painful smile spreading on your lips over the fact that this grumpy arrancar was seriously snuggling you. "Me? A lady? Never!"

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you snore once and I'm tossing you off the side of the bed." You doubted the hand currently caressing your torso would be used to throw you off the bed.

"You're such a gentleman."

"I am, letting you stink up my bed like this." He grinned, adjusting his body so that you could press into him more comfortably.

"Stop being mean to me, I'm soft!" You pouted playfully.

"You? Don't make me laugh." He murmured against your head.

You smiled contentedly, letting your eyes rest, finally having him where you wanted him. "Okay, I'm going to bed now, so kiss my forehead and tell me goodnight."

"You're a real piece of work," he groaned, as if he wasn't dying for an excuse to press his lips to you.

He did exactly that, bringing his mouth to your temple more gently than you ever could imagine him doing and pulling you impossibly closer before saying, "goodnight, princess."

"Goodnight, my prince."

He would've cringed, had anyone else said it, but hearing you call him your prince, he swore he could feel his heart growing. He didn't know he even had one before you. He was glad you were starting to doze off, glad that you didn't witness his cheeks flushing with admiration.

Grimmjow still couldn't stand you, only now because it was gonna be a real pain in the ass dealing with these feelings he had for you.


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