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I do plan on posting here a bit more, I think I will keep it mostly to characters that I really love though as I’ll be able to characterize them a lot better! So expect Ichigo, Grimmjow and potentially some Bakugou stories — of course I love me a challenge and might write for characters that aren’t these three but I think they’ll be my main focus 🙈

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scent of you ᜊ ‘ grimmjow jaegerjaquez x f!reader

𖹭᪲ 𓈒 your new perfume has grimmjow going crazy ❀ ⎯⎯͟͟SMUT ฺ ฺ ฺ ᧓ ۟ 𝅄

Grimmjow had always had a strong sense of smell. It was an evolution that was crucial to his survival while he was in Hueco Mundo, as it made it easy for him to find his prey. And while in the world of the living, there wasn't much for him to hunt, he appreciated the sense as it allowed him to smell and understand every atom of you.

He was able to smell it all: your naturally warm and welcoming scent, the colds you never saw coming, your arousal when he teased you to the brink of frustration. Your smell was not just something he was used to; it was something that he had found comfort and solace in -- though he would never admit it.

Which is why, when there was an additional sweetness to your scent, he was hovering over you, trying to figure out why that was the case.

"The fuck is that?" He spat, his tone blunt and a bit harsh—a weak attempt to mask his curiosity. You tilted your head a bit in confusion, unsure of what he was talking about until his nose brushed against the pulse of your neck.

His hot breath tickled your skin, heat quick to rise to your cheeks at his closeness. His movement was swift, his nose moving from your neck to your wrist, down to your belly button and ankle before making his way back up to your neck. His eyebrows furrowed as he glared up at you. "You smell weird."

"Like smell weird good or-"

"Good."

He was quick to cut you off, knowing you were preparing to tap into the dramatics about whether it was a heavenly weird or a 'he hated you, and you have to bathe in tomato sauce' weird. He moved closer to you, pressing you against the cold marble of the kitchen counter. "Fuck," Grimmjow grunted, pressing his nose back into the curve of your neck. He couldn't get enough.

"You like it?" You stifled a giggle, knowing that he would get all pissy if he heard you laugh in his moment of curiosity. All Grimmjow did was grunt, bucking his hips against your thigh as he inhaled another whiff of your scent. "It's this new perfume I got..." Your words fell upon deaf ears as he focused on licking your neck, his hips continuing to rut into your thigh as he constantly switched between smelling you to licking you. "Grimm..."

"Yea yea, new whatever." He quickly picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "What's in this shit? Some type of addictive drug?" He grunted. So what? You put some pretty chemicals onto your skin that made it smell different. He couldn't wrap his head around any explanation of why he would be so addicted to it. He nipped down on your neck, sucking on the bite as he tried to smell deeper into your very being, yearning for all of his senses to be filled with this scent.

"N-no," You stuttered, your hands digging into his shoulders. "It's vanilla bean, white orchid, and..." you trailed off, trying to remember what the other ingredient was that contributed to the sweet aroma decorating your body. Grimmjow lifted you onto the counter, grabbing one of your wrists before bringing it up to his lips, continuing his routine of sniffing, licking, and nipping before sniffing again.

You sat atop the counter, instinctively spreading your legs so he could slide in between them while your mind scavenged what the final ingredient was. "What was the last one..." You mumbled before a light bulb clicked, "Oh, it was soa- mmph! Grimmjow!" Your voice pitched in a whiny scold, Grimmjow's fingers sneaking their way into your panties.

"You're this fucking wet from some sniffin'?" He teased, his fingers roughly rubbing your clit, a dangerous smirk on his face as he watched you slowly start to crumble with each flick and pinch against your clit. He pressed down harder, faster, pathetic whimpers leaving your lips as you started to lose your composure. His fingers moved down from your throbbing clit to your slick folds, your dripping pussy making it easy for him to slide them in. While the first few thrusts were slow, it was only a matter of time before he picked up the pace. His fingers crafted a rhythm that was so rough it could be used as the base to a rock song. So fast, your juices would be gushing all over the counter had it not been for your flimsy panties that were on the verge of being snapped in half.

"Y-You're one to- mmph grimm... t-talk," You mewled, glancing down at his hard cock throbbing against your calf, finally aware of the light thrusts his hips made in a way to keep himself grounded. You could feel every divot, every gracious joint and indent of his fingers so thoroughly stroking the roof of your cunt, repeatedly hitting that one soft, spongy spot. You moaned a curse, biting your lip as you attempted to continue speaking, "getting all hard over a damn perfume." You hissed before throwing your head back in pleasure once he flicked your clit once more.

'ts not the damn perfume," Grimmjow rolled his eyes.

"Aww, Grimm~" You cooed, teasing him over the implications of his words. Being in a relationship with Grimmjow meant that you had to get good at reading between the lines, as he was never going to outright say it. Especially if it was something he would consider sappy.

"Shut up, woman," He grumbled, yanking his fingers out of your leaking warmth. You arched into him, hips lifting off the counter as you chased the pleasure that he rudely took from you. A trail of your arousal connected the two of you, your chest heaving as you gasped for air, small whimpers mixed within as you ached to get filled. Grimmjow grunted, bringing his fingers up to his lips to suck them clean. It was quick and filthy, making your pussy clamp down onto nothing, fluttering with anticipation.

Within a matter of seconds, you had one leg on his shoulder with your other wrapped around his waist, his cock buried deep within your needy pussy while he fucked you into the counter, inhaling every last drop of perfume that was scattered across your body. "Fuck, how'd this shit get stronger?"

All you could do was moan, his dick reaching so deep it was kissing your cervix with each jagged thrust. The motion was so hard it would push you further up the counter, only for his grip on your hips to tighten so he could yank you back down onto his eager cock. Each time he did so, he would hit that sweet spot that caused you to scream out his name and see stars.

Grimmjow's lips found your neck once more, sucking harshly onto it to the point of it bruising. The more he smelt the perfume, the crazier his thrusts went, the scent making him feel like he was drunk and the only way to sober up was to keep fucking your needy little pussy. He pushed both of your legs up against your chest, the new angle allowing him to drill deeper into you.

"C-can't, it's too much Grimm," you whimpered.

"You can," Grimmjow taunted, slapping your ass in time with his rugged thrusts. Your pussy clamped down around his invading cock, sucking him deeper into your warmth. The air got sweeter, signalling to Grimmjow that you were coming close to unraveling, as was he. While your perfume smelled amazing, there was nothing better than the smell of your pussy when you were about to finish.

His thrusts became far more erratic, his free hand pressing down onto your clit, his jaw tense. "G'nna fill you right up," Grimmjow grunted, his abs contracting with each brutal snap of his hips.

"Y-yes, yes, yes," You pleaded, arching up once more to cling onto him as you begged for him to cum inside of you. That was all it took for him to spill ropes and ropes of hot, sticky cum inside the depths of your heat. His grip on your hips tightened while one hand moved to rub your swollen clit - the pressure being the cherry on top before you spilled your juices all over him, your pussy spasming around his cock, his thrusts messy as he tried to help you guys both come down from your own euphoric highs.

Grimmjow reluctantly pulled out, your combined spunk threatening to spill out of your spent cunt if it weren't for Grimmjow quickly bringing his fingers to your hole to shove it back inside. After securing his seed inside you, he pulled away, looking at you with an expression you couldn't quite understand.

"What?"

"Can't smell that shit anymore," He stated while you rolled your eyes.

"Well, you licked it all off!"

"Just put some more on then,"

"I can't; it was a free sample," You tutted, snapping your neck to the side to avoid his gaze, though you peeked over at him through your lashes, obviously hinting at something. Grimmjow grunted. Looks like someone was going to be going on a shopping spree on Urahara's dime soon.

@suguboogu ᜊ ‘ do not steal, edit, copy, or feed to ai ! likes, comments & reblogs are heavily appreciated <3

guys, I can't really tell if I love or hate this one, but I had so much fun writing it. Apologies if it's a bit ooc, this is my first bleach ff and i'm in desperate need of sleep and food... but alas grimmjows keeping me up ꒰ ᐡ ｡• ﹏ •｡ ᐡ ꒱

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no matter how many fan fictions i read nothing will prepare me for that heart wrenching feeling of being left on a cliff hanger only to see the fic hasn’t been updated in 5 years

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to hunt or be hunted

pairing: vampire hunter Sanemi Shinazugawa x vamp! reader content warnings: MDNI 18+, kinktober, oral F! receiving, choking, mating press, fight for dominence (?), mating press, slight blood play, marking, hate fuck, the bed... breaks

Word count: 2.4k

A.N: First kinktober kinda nervy... haven't written in so long... kinda nervy... Hope you guys enjoy ^^~

You hated him.

Who? A vampire hunter. It should be obvious, after all you were a vampire. But if you were to be more specific, you hated Sanemi Shinaguzawa, thee most overbearing vampire hunter you had ever encountered in centuries. It seems that no matter what you did, where you went, Sanemi was right there, waiting, wanting to be the one to bring you to your anguish.

His consistency pissed you off.

Everything about him pissed you off. His crude mouth, which you wondered if it would be useful elsewhere. His daring tone and actions. His fluffy white hair. The way his perfectly scarred chest was always on display, teasing you. Oh, and the way he was always hunting you. Everywhere you went, he was there as well. Though you didn’t expect him to be here, in your personal study, while you were trying to change your clothing.

“I finally got yo-” For the first time since you’ve unfortunately known him, his voice faltered. Sanemi’s eyes went wide in shock as he took in your apperance. The silkly gown you were disposing of left your shoulders exposed, the fabric creasing as you held it in place.

“Oh?” You teased as you looked over your shoulder, taking in his slighty flustered apperance. All you could do was roll your eyes. “I knew you were desperate to kill me… but to impose on my privacy…” You continued, turning around to face Sanemi fully, your tone getting harsher with every passing second. Your eyebrows furrowed, a bit aggitated at the invasion of privacy. But the moonlight decorating the room made you look nothing short of seductive, and beautiful, even when you hissed “It makes me hate you even more.”

Sanemi stood there mouth agape for a split second before his lips curled up into a smirk, a slight twitch at the ends. He loosened his uniform slightly, showing more of his muscular physique, which you loathed so much. “Yeah, well…” He started to speak, his voice low and steady. His steps creeped closer as you clutched your gown with a frown. The distance between you two was dwindling, and you did nothing to change that. His haori was now on the floor, his body pressed against yours, the cold wall sending shivers down your spine. “It’s almost like I hate you just as much,” He taunted. Your frown deepened as you pushed him off you, walking with your back towards him with your head held high.

“As if,” You scoffed, fixing your gown so that it was now fully back on your body. “I utterly loathe you.”

All you heard was a chuckle behind you, and slight rustling. Though you remained oblivious to Sanemis growing arousal. His steps echoed throughout the silent room as you stared deadpan ahead, wondering what his next move would be. ‘Is he going to try and kill me now?’ you pondered. But all those thoughts left your head when you felt his presence behind you, his breath fluttering against the back of your neck. “Want me to fucking prove it?” He rasped, his hand nearing your waist.

“Prove it how?” You laughed, refusing to face him despite his lingering touch and taunting words.

Instead of speaking, Sanemi let his actions speak for him. His hands made their way onto your waist, caressing the silky fabric that covered your smooth skin. You shuddered, but maintained your composure, relaxing slightly to see what he was going to do next. Suddenly, his lips were on your neck, and you had to hold back the shock of arousal that shot through your body, you wouldn’t risk letting a pitiful vampire hunter get any satisifaction out of your reaction.

Sanemi could care less.

He continued to kiss and nip all over your neck, your subtle body language encouraging him to continue. His hands were slowly caressing your waist, squeezing your hip as he finds himself wanting more. And once you crained your head to the side, allowing him more access, he found himself getting hungrier. The site would leave one wondering who was the vampire in this case. His slow movements became eager, the kisses on your neck needier, and you let out a quiet mewl. The sound was like music to his ears as he forced you to face him, pulling you into an eager kiss. You wanted to resist, your claws digging into the thin fabric of his uniform, but you just couldn’t- melting into the kiss.

The kiss was frantic until you took control of the kiss, walking him back towards your bed as you deepened the kiss. Once his knees hit the edge of the bed you broke the kiss, pushing him onto his back. “If that’s your way of showing it,” You looked down at him. “Then you’re doing a horrible job.” You spat, turning your back to him; fully preparing for this to be the end to your encounter. But Sanemi had other ideas, grabbing your wrist before pulling you onto the bed with him. He quickly flipped you over, the roles now reversed.

“Allow me to try again.” Sanemi husked, and maybe it was how attractive he looked underneath the moonlight, or the growing want in between your legs, but you found yourself complying, scooting up onto the mattress until you reached the headboard. You smirked at Sanemi while he followed you, his hands planted onto the bed, fingers spreading out, crawling after you as he took in your arousal, strong, sweet and intoxicating. You opened your legs, pussy dripping down onto the bed.

“Come and get it then,” You teased, and Sanemi took that as a challenge. He pushed your night gown up, resting just above your hips, he then grabbed the flimsy fabric that you called underwear, diligently ripping it off your figure. Your eyebrow twitched slightly, annoyed about his carelessness for the ‘timeless’ material, but you held your tongue, feeling way too aroused to engage in your usual bickering with him. Sanemi licked a long, thick stripe up your slit, slowly and deliberately, his eyes gazing into yours; taunting you. He then moved to your thighs, kissing everywhere but where you needed him most. Refusing to let him tease you, you closed your thighs, but Sanemi was quick to force them back open, this time moving closer, the tip of his nose barely touching your folds.

You grunted, trying not to buck your hips up, refusing to show just how much you yearned for his touch in that moment. Within a matter of seconds, Sanemi was ravenging your pussy, making it increasingly hard to stay quiet. He lapped at your clit eagerly, maintaining eye contact the whole time, all you could do was squint and bite your tongue. But all failed the second he thrusted his tongue into you, increasing the flexibility and technique of his tongue. He lays an open-mouthed kiss, suckling on your pussy lips, and then slithers his tongue right through you.

It was almost too much, your legs shaking slightly. But just like he was on his missions, Sanemi was persistent and ruthless when it came to eating your pussy. He moved up, tugging your body against his body, shoving himself deeper into your pussy. His tongue poking inside your pulsing hole. To his satisfaction, a whine escaped your lips, the intensity of his lips making it hard to stand your ground. Your back arched off the bed slightly, your hands finding solace in his white, fluffy hair. Not quite closing your eyes yet, you tugged at his hair, a low groan vibrating against your core, sending sparks of pleasure all over your body. “Fuck,” You grunted, your breath getting more frantic as you knew you were getting closer to cumming.

Sanemi brought his tongue up to your clit, pressing down tauntingly in a way that has you seeing stars. Getting drunk off your taste, Sanemi finally broke eye contact, closing his eyes as he slipped two fingers into your sopping heat, your arousal making it easier for him to slide them in. The tag teaming of your pussy had you moaning more than you’d like to admit. You feel every divot, every joint and indent of Sanemis' fingers, every flick of his tongue, and it was only a matter of time before your pussy was clamping down around his fingers, creamy juices decorating his chin and fingers as he lapped up every last drop. You moaned softly, your hands tugging his hair even more, pulling him closer.

Once your orgasm calmed, Sanemi rose up from between your legs, his chin glistening with your juices, panting for air, his fingers drenched in your cum. You slightly lift yourself up, resting on your elbows as Sanemi moves up towards you. You take his two fingers in your mouth, rolling your tongue around them as you suck up your cum, looking at him seductively. You move off his fingers with a pop, smirking softly at him. Sanemi growled, quickly leaning back onto his knees as he fumbled with his clothing. “Oh, I’m not done with you,” He mumbled, his cock springing out as he took off his clothes. It was already leaking with precum, looking angry, just like he always did.

His muscular build loomed over you, looking down at you in a way that would make you feel intimidated, but all it did was infuriate you. Sanemi gripped your silky robe, ripping that off your body as well, and this time you couldn’t hold your tongue. “You damn vampire hunters are always so barbaric,” You hissed, pushing him onto his back as you moved out of your ripped garment. You straddled Sanemi, not quite noticing his size. That was until you lined yourself up and started to sink onto his cock.

And fuck, was it massive.

You bit your lip, holding back your struggled moans as your cunt struggled to adjust to his size. It was simply too much, and you found yourself wondering if you could even take it. Sanemi chuckled underneath you, “Is that so?”… Did you just say that out loud?

Before you could even think, the fight for dominance between you and Sanemi continued as he flipped you over, pushing your legs back into a mating press. “Allow me to help you with that then,” He mumbled.

“Fuck yo-” You tried gritting out, but Sanemi quickly shut you up as he shoved the rest of his cock into your heat.

It was perfect.

His cock stretches you wide, leaving your mind temporarily blank. He pushed your legs further back, nearly folding you in half, pressing into you with the rounded curve of his tip, feeling every inch of your warmth enveloping him. Your thighs were trembling uncontrollably, your breath ragged and uneven. Sanemis cock throbbed inside you as he gave you time to adjust, only briefly before he started pounding into you. His thrusts start off short, rapid, battering your cervix relentlessly with his swollen tip. Once the first moan escaped your lips, it was all you could do, his thrusts getting harsher with every movement.

He was pouring his all into it, every feeling of hatred when he saw you, hatred from you being a vampire, but also for being so gorgeous, for being so alluring that he couldn’t stop thinking about you… a damn vampire whom he swore to kill. Every feeling of anger, anger at needing you so bad, losing to you constantly, being outsmarted, to your cunt for damn near suffocating his cock with how tight it was, all of it was just so damn frustrating.

With one hand, he pressed your legs down against your chest, the other sliding up to choke you, only applying slight pressure as he fucked you into the mattress. You squinted your eyes as he pounded into you, bucking your hips back against his with just as much vigour. Wet slaps of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, mixing with his grunts and your quiet moans.

It continued like this until he finally hit that one, soft, spongy spot that had your toes curling and you stuttering out his name. “S-Sanemi,” You moaned out, and it was like a light switched off in his head. He fucked you harder, deeper, and all you could do was moan his name like it was a mantra. You hated how good he was making you feel in this moment, bringing your arms to wrap around his muscular back, your claws digging deeply into the flesh, leaving red scratches all over. Sanemi hissed and tightened his grip on your neck slightly, causing your moans to come out choked.

“Mm’gh f-fuck,” You gasped out, digging your long nails deeper into his muscles, your back arched completely off the bed every now and again, before Sanemi would push you back into the mattress. The tingly bubble growing in your core was close to popping, and you almost couldn’t take it anymore. “M’c-cumming Sanemi-” You rasped out.

Sanemi grunted a coarse "Fuck-" before slamming his cock into you a couple more times, his pace so hard the bed was starting to creak, trembling underneath your synced up movements. His eyes squeezed shut as he got closer to cumming, and your fangs ached with the need to sink themselves into the man above you. With one final thrust, you pulled him closer to you, allowing his chest to press against yours as you came together. Simultaneously, you brought your lips to his neck, baring your fangs and biting down on the flesh.

Sanemi moaned in response, rutting his hips roughly a few more times, causing the bed to give out underneath you. Once you pulled away, blood seeped out of his neck, but you quickly lapped it up with your tongue. Kissing it softly to ease the pain and to bring you both down from the intense orgasms you had just experienced.

Sanemis' clouded mind finally cleared, and he winced at the pain. Letting go of your leg, he brought his hand up to the bite mark before glaring at you. “Did you just-”

And you?

All you could do was cheekly smile, “You can’t fuck me that good and expect not to want it for an eternity,” You responded, batting your lashes tauntingly.

Sanemi scoffed, his tongue poking his cheek as he briefly looked away. But then that scowl on his face turned into a rare smile. “You’re gonna pay for this,” He hissed, and your body shuddered. Maybe turning him into a vampire was something you should've been cautious about... your poor little pussy :(