#grimmjow imagine

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Scary Cat Privileges w/Grimmjow (GN!reader) 🔞

Random HCs on this because it won't leave my head. Grimmy has a gigai in this. Pre-established relationship.

TW: mentions of rough sex, obsession possessiveness, mentions of violence, feline marking

You've heard of scary dog privileges, but imagine having a boyfriend that exudes scary cat privileges. Canines can look frightening, yes, but have you seen cats? They stare down at anyone and anything with murderous intent on their minds. Grimmjow does the exact same thing when he sees or even hears someone or something he doesn't like, or downright hates. This happens often when the two of you are out and about on the streets.

You'd be minding your own business until you hear a slight hiss that's almost confused with a growl, and then you'd notice the way people just steer clear of the two of you as you walk down the street. Grimmjow plays it off as everyone was walking too close to him, but really, they were walking too close to you. Not that he'd ever say that.~

The next time something happens is when he's left you in a store to peruse something that caught his eye, only to return and see some stranger up close and flirting with you. If not for the laws of this land, he'd have slaughtered them where they stood. Instead, he opts to simply butt into the conversation, slinging an arm over your shoulder while his free hand roughly shoves the stranger back. His death-like glare is enough to send them scurrying off.

Speaking of his glare, it's intense, but all you really see when you look at him is an angry cat. You're not sure what he's thinking when he's glaring at someone, but you know it isn't good. You also know he's got a temper, and you don't really question the drops of blood on the ends of his shirt when he comes back to your apartment after being gone for three hours.

You don't even question the way he switches moods when seeing you, growing what you assume to be affectionate when he holds you close and starts rubbing his face into your neck. It's cat-like behavior, you know that, but it surprises you when he takes it further. He marks you. Both with a physical mark for everyone to see, and in an intimate way that makes you know you belong to him. And he's not at all gentle with it, but you can take it. You always do.~

Grimmjow's scary cat tendencies don't stop. He frightens your friends to the point where you have to remind them that he's gentle and doesn't bite, but also get onto him for making your friends feel that way. The man can't help that he's a little jealous, and he damn sure won't admit it if you ever tease him about it.

In conclusion: Grimm is and always will be your scary cat. Your hot, possessive, scary cat.

#grimmjow x reader #grimmjow imagine #grimmjow headcanons #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow jaggerjack #grimmjow smut #reader insert #gender neutral reader #kiwicopia writes

[brittscafe]

I don't know if you did this but, can i request "one bed trope" with Grimmjow? i love that man so bad, i need my daily dose of him 💀

Ugh, of course! <3

You wish you weren't stuck in this situation with Grimmjow, but the events leading you here were unfortunate to say the least.

You walk behind Grimmjow in the world of the living when suddenly the thunder booms loudly. You flinch from the sudden loudness and lift up your head, gazing up into the dark sky.

The clouds seem to scatter around, gathering around and taking over the sky.

"Damn it," Grimmjow curses underneath his breath as the rain droplets start to pour down from the sky.

"What? It's just a little rain," you suggest, shrugging your shoulders.

Suddenly, the rain starts to break down from the sky. Within seconds Grimmjow and you are soaked, clothes stuck to your wet bodies.

The rain seems to sting Grimmjow's body and he seethes at the feeling of it.

Grimmjow's hand slaps down onto your wrist and he starts to drag you behind him. Although, your feet can't seem to keep up with him and you start to stumble and tumble over.

"Damn girl, come on!" Grimmjow hisses out, glaring back at you over his shoulder. He grits his teeth and clenches his jaw, harshly. Grimmjow may have been glaring at you and looked like he wanted to kill you, but his heart spoke differently.

He saw the way your eyes were filled with fear and even tears. So, he loosens his grip on your wrist and clears his throat.

"I think there's an inn nearby!" you speak up as the wind howls loudly and picks up the speed. Grimmjow and you rush through the woods and burst into an inn.

It's dimly lit, the only light are candles all around the walls. You and Grimmjow pant heavily, water dripping from your clothes and onto the old wooden floor.

The inn is warm and friendly. An older lady sits at a desk, wearing a faint smile and her grey hair pulled back into a slick bun.

"Damn, curse that rain!" Grimmjow curses out, his wet hair sticking to his forehead.

"Grimmjow," you nudge his shoulder and point over to the woman.

"Are you two looking for a room?" the elderly woman speaks up and your eyes light up with interest.

"Um, yes please," you bow your head down.

"Luckily for you, I have one last room available. Here's the key and if you need anything, I'll be down here," she speaks softly with a soothing voice, handing you a golden key.

You take the key from her hand and shoot her a smile.

"Thank you," you whisper out, walking down the dark hallway and Grimmjow follows behind you.

You place the key inside the lock and turn it. The lock clicks open with a quiet sound and you push the door open. Your mouth gapes open and Grimmjow's breath hitches in his throat.

One large bed sits in the middle of the cozy room and you gulp.

"Only one bed? Great," he scoffs out with annoyance, shoving his way past you and into the room. You roll your eyes with annoyance and step inside, closing the door behind you.

You sit underneath the white covers as the shower runs in the background. The shower soon shuts off and your heart lodges in your throat.

The door swings open and Grimmjow walks out, only wearing a pair of sweats. The fresh water makes his abs glisten and his wet hair hangs over his eyes. Your face becomes red hot and your stomach twists into uneasy knots.

"Grimmjow! You couldn't have put on a shirt?" you scoff out, gazing the other way.

Grimmjow lets out a tiny chuckle and you glance back over at him. Your mouth waters at the sight of him and he bites on his bottom lip.

"Oh, come on. Don't tell you you've never seen a man without his shirt on?" he questions you, a smirk growing along his pale face.

"You should sleep," you suggest, changing the subject and Grimmjow lets out a tiny scoff.

"I'm not human. Therefore, I don't require sleep," Grimmjow retorts harshly and you knit your eyebrows together.

"Grimmjow, there's enough room in this bed for the both of us," you scoff out.

"I don't want to sleep with you," Grimmjow seethes out and you giggle quietly.

"I didn't mean it like that. We can have separate sides of the bed, come on," you pat the empty side of the bed next to you. Grimmjow's expression softens and he lets out a deep breath.

He climbs into the bed beside you and watches outside the window as the rain continues to pour down.

"I hate the rain," Grimmjow sighs out, lowering his head. He's vulnerable for a minute and you can see it.

"Maybe it's because you're half cat," you suggest and Grimmjow shoots you a harsh glare.

"Shut up! I am not," Grimmjow flicks your forehead and you scrunch up your face.

"Yeah, yeah, try to deny it all you want. I'm going to bed," you sigh out, blowing out the candle on your nightstand and snuggle up into the covers.

Grimmjow's left with his jaw dropped open as you quickly fall asleep.

You're in your most vulnerable position right now. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted as soft breaths leave your throat. Grimmjow's eyes rake over your eyelashes, not fluttering at him for once.

A piece of your hair dangles down in front of your face and Grimmjow's breath hitches in his throat as he reaches out. He gently moves the piece of hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear.

You seem to inch closer and closer to Grimmjow in your sleep. The candlelight on his side of the bed, glows onto your face. Grimmjow's heart rams against his chest, wanting to rip out.

He slowly lifts up his hand and reaches out towards your face. He traces your cheek, the softness of your skin, creating goosebumps along his skin.

Grimmjow's eyes widen and his breath hitches in his throat.

Why? Why does he feel this way about you? It doesn't make any sense to him.

The covers ruffle as you move in your sleep and Grimmjow quickly pulls away from you. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

A startled gasp leaves his lips and he gazes down at you, eyes widen and confused. You were so warm against his body, you fit perfectly against him.

You move your thigh over his hips and Grimmjow's heart skips a beat.

You were so vulnerable right now, he could do anything. Grimmjow could kill you if he wanted to, but he doesn't want to. He feels a deep instinct to keep you safe.

Grimmjow slowly wraps his arms around you, your head resting on his chest. His eyes rake over you and your innocent, sleeping face. He leans his head down and places a soft kiss on your forehead.

He rests his head against the pillow and closes his eyes, a warm smile growing on his face.

Grimmjow was so glad that you were asleep...or at least that's what he thought.

#bleach #grimmjow imagine #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow headcanon #bleachanime #bleach anime #bleach x female reader #bleach x you #bleach x reader #bleach x y/n #bleachichigo #bleach headcanons #bleach imagines #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow #grimmjow x you #grimmjow headcanons #grimmjow imagines #grimmjow manga #grimmichi #grimmjow fanart

[angelltheninth]

Rough Oral with Grimmjow

Having you for his birthday was the best gift Grimmjow could ask for. Really, spending time with you, having you all to himself, sucking his cock while his tongue is deep in your pussy is the best gift you could have given him today.

The best part was that you told him that for today he could do whatever he wanted, as fast or as hard as he wanted, as much as he wanted.

"Anything? That's very dangerous, love. Since you're so generous I don't want to hear any complaints tomorrow." He closed his lips around your clit around the same time as he thrust upwards into your mouth, "Keep your mouth around my cock no matter what okay? I want to make sure you don't forget my taste after today."

You moaned, or more accurately gagged and all but choked around his girth. "Grim-" His name was broken by his hips pushing his cock past what you usually took, speeding up more, more until you couldn't tell how much of his cock was in your mouth anymore.

"Such a dripping mess right now. A pretty sight too, I could look at you like this all day. Actually I just might, since I have your permission to treat you like my little fuckdoll for the day." He pushed his tongue inside you again, his teeth pressing against your cunt from how close he was. You both got amazing gifts for his birthday.

#grimmjow x reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader #bleach x reader #grimmjow headcaons #grimmjow imagine #bleach headcanons #bleach imagines #grimmjow smut #bleach smut #grimmjow thirst #bleach thirst

[i-might-write]

Grimmjow: trust

Fandom: Bleach

Grimmjow is used to being on his own and always sleeping with one eye open. The possibility of being backstabbed and betrayed by those claiming to be on his side had proven to be real many times before - to the point where he almost expects it.

It takes him some time to warm up to the idea of making friends and having a genuine connection with Ichigo and his friend group and therefore also - you.

Adjusting to the new reality of being able to sort of, kind of, believe that some people don't mean harm to him in the long run was sped up by the growing interest Grimmjow had in you.

Grimmjow isn't someone who is good at, or would even consider suppressing his feelings, so it would sooner or later lead to him finding himself in a relationship. It was a strange course of action to him, because binding his life to someone else's was a first for such a paranoid loner, but what was even stranger was his hope that it would last.

Trust was not easily given in Grimmjow’s life, and one of the most difficult decisions he had to make was deciding whether he should put it in you.

The relationship with you is probably one of the very few genuine connections Grimmjow allowed himself throughout his long life, and it wouldn't last if he didn't respect you enough to accept the unknown.

For Grimmjow, trust is putting a sword into your hands and pointing it at his own heart, while never truly certain what your next step would be.

Once he'd made that decision though, a part of Grimmjow would finally be at peace. Whatever happened next was entirely up to you, and he'd just have to live with the consequences. But before that happened, the kind of trust Grimmjow would give his significant other was one of the purest and most wholehearted gestures he was capable of.

Grimmjow is a territorial person and doesn't want to share the things he cares about deeply - and you are one of those few. Trust for him means knowing that you consider him just as important. Grimmjow has aggressive tendencies and wouldn't enjoy the sight of someone else taking too much of an interest in you. He trusts you to make the right choice and send the idiot away, but at the same time it doesn't mean he can't stand around, glaring menacingly and imagining gutting the idiot open. Grimmjow doesn't mind his thoughts clearly showing on his face.

He's an open book. He hardly ever tries to hide anything.

Except for the rare occasions when he's woken in the middle of the night, his paranoia making the nightmares unbearable. He'd wake up covered in the cold sweat, with the fading remnants of the dream stuck beneath his eyelids.

Trust in you is something he's managed to get used to. It's present when he lets his guard down, when he closes his eyes, when he falls asleep knowing you could slit his throat. It's present in the moments when Grimmjow has to get a burden off his chest when it becomes too heavy. It's present in knowing that you'd keep his secrets and insecurities tucked safely away within yourself.

But trust is a gained privilege, and no one knows better than Grimmjow that the reality, regardless of the world he lives in, can be cruel. Grimmjow trusts neither in the future, nor in good fortune. All that he's ever gained, he had to fight for and that's precisely why he will do anything in his power to protect those closest to him.

#grimmjow x reader #grimmjow x you #grimmjow bleach #Grimmjow #grimmjow jaggerjack x reader #grimmjow imagine #bleach grimmjow #bleach #grimmjow jaggerjack #grimmjow imagines #grimmjow headcanons #grimmjow manga #bleach imagines

[your-local-hollow-lover]

How would Grimmjow be when’s he’s needy

Yes, I get what you're asking, dear anon. Here:

A bitch

I mean?

Is there any other reaction?

He'll drag you to Hueco Mundo against your will.

If you get too whiny about it he'd be like: Jesus fuck, fine. Let's stay in the human world. I guess now I'll have to go fight Kurosaki instead. 🙄🤷

Ichigo is not impressed.

Like he would literally exchange a deadpan look with you.

As soon as Ichigo's son sees Grimmjow he runs inside the house and comes back with the freaking maracas 😭🥺

You manage to drag him out of that situation by making (begging?) Ichigo to swear he'd have a sparring session with Grimmjow another day.

Grimmjow just sulks.

Man, poor thing, you think.

Fine, you offer to cook a warm meal and he accepts. Eating something that won't decay halfway down his stomach is always a yes for him.

You share your food with him as you watch his favorite human show 1000 Ways to Die? 💀

And congrats! You survived a typical "needy Grimmjow day"! 🎉

#grimmjow headcanons #grimmjow imagine #grimmjow jeagerjaques #grimmjow bleach #grimmjow x reader #bleach #bleach headcanons #ichigo kurosaki #Kazui Kurosaki #orihime inoue #ichihime #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow #sexta espada #espadas bleach #arrancar x reader #bleach arrancar

[vampi-fixx]

prompt: grimmjow x vampire + first time consensual feeding. the first time vampire!reader drinks grimmjow’s blood

tw/cw: 18+, human!grimmjow, blood drinking, accidental boners, explicit language (from grimmjow)

"The fuck are you waiting for? I gave you an invitation—bottom’s up,” he says, brandishing the thick, corded muscle of his neck.

You hesitate. Grimmjow, despite how physically strong he is, is still very much a human. You can’t possibly—

He scowls, reading the expression on your face. “I’m not a fucking pansy.” He scoffs. “I can handle a little lost blood.”

“Yeah, but can you handle me accidentally losing control and draining you dry?” you snap back.

His smirk reeks of overconfidence. “Not like you don’t already, babe.”

Grimmjow’s always liked a challenge; he told you that’s why he pursued you, despite knowing your true nature. He waves away your protests with a careless hand.

He raises a brow, his stare penetrating. “’Sides—you won’t.” It could come off as cocky, but you know him; he only says what he believes in.

“You trust in me is appreciated,” you say drily, as you wrap your hands around his neck, your mouth hovering inches away. You can smell him: the musk of his cologne, the slight hint of sweat, the blood pumping through his veins.

The fact that he trusts you enough is sweet. But so very foolish.

Your fangs pierce his neck, his blood flooding into your mouth. You groan at its full flavor, each drop of iron ambrosia warming your frigid body, sending power surging through you. Grimmjow makes a grunt of pain, shifting his position. You’re straddling him at this point, your hands clamped onto his shoulders as you drink from him. 

Grimmjow grits his teeth. His breathing is harsh, black dots spotting his vision. Adrenaline courses through him, along with something else. Flames lick up his spine, pool southwards. Danger. This—letting you feed from him—is much more perilous than any of the dirty work Aizen’s asked him to carry out.

But also—it’s fucking hot. He’s getting bricked up.

“S-Shit,” he finally manages to growl out. “You planning on f-finding a new fuck buddy or something?”

The sound of you gulping down his blood interspersed by your humming. Grimmjow’s hands clasp down on yours, tugging. Your grip remains tight.

“F-Fuck. I ain’t joking, babe. Keep that up and you won’t have me around anymore. G-Gonna have to use that dildo of yours instead—and we both k-know you can’t get off with just that.” He squeezes down on your hands.

That seems to snap you out of it. Your grip slackens, and you pull off of him. His blood is smeared across your mouth, and cheeks in crimson streaks. You’re panting.

Grimmjow smirks, but it’s unsteady. His hands clasped to his bleeding neck. “S-See? Told ya... ‘M not a fucking—wimp… mmpf—”

His form wavers, before he tips over sideways.

You cross your hands over your chest, looming over him. “Huh! What did I tell you?” 

“Fuck—it’s not—it’s not from that! I just—I overdid my reps today, alright!”

“Mmhm.”

“You gonna, gah, help over here?”

“I thought you could handle it,” you say sarcastically.

He glares up at you. “I am!”

Grimmjow grimaces as you apply pressure to his neck to help stop the bleeding. You rip off a piece of your shirt, applying it as a make-shift tourniquet.

He’s quiet as you work, grunting only when your knee nudges him between the legs by accident.

You look at him disbelievingly. You definitely feel something tenting his pants.

“Really? Now?” Of all the timing…

“What?” he says, not at all bashful. “Shit was hot. Not exactly the kind of ‘draining me dry’ I’m used to but… definitely sexy.”

He shoots you a wicked grin. “Hell, I’d even let you go another round.”

#grimmjow x reader #bleach x reader #grimmjow imagine #bleach imagine #tati writes #[ an old drabble i spruced up!! it was interesting to see how much my writing changed ]

[dreadsuitsamus]

help bc why am i imagining being the lower level arrancar grimmjow took a liking to after he lost his place among the espada. he originally only liked to tease, bully even, but in that warped, wicked way of his, he started to grow fond. you weren't annoying to him like the other girls among your rank, though you still had quite the spicy streak. it was fun, messing with you every day; he never knew how far your patience would let him go before you started lashing out, usually with your tongue at first to utter the nastiest, scummiest curse words at him, but if he didn't slow his roll or stop entirely, you were quite capable of violence. you weren't strong enough to really hurt him, much less kill him, and when he'd had enough, he could just take both of your little hands in his one large one and that was enough— you'd stop, and the cycle would reset.

he was in love way before the girl from the living world healed him and gave him his arm back— and his place as the sexta espada again.

it didn't hit him at first, not until much later in the night. he's back at the top, and you're closer to the bottom than ever. not strong enough to be amongst the espada, to be at his side every day. he got what he wanted most back, sure... but now he's out of something else he needs.

him moving down is certainly no option. so, with a wild little grin to himself, his mind is made. he'll simply just have to make you an espada, by whatever means necessary.

you will be by his side again.

#grimmjow x reader #grimmjow x you #bleach imagine #grimmjow imagine #dont mind me and how nonsensical this is #i just like to daydream

[infernalodie]

𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 || 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐣𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐳

a/n: I’m terribly sorry if this wasn’t the greatest. I haven’t typed for anythign in a few days, so I feel incredibly rusty. But I edited what I thought needed editing and I hope it is good now.

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘱“

Inspo: Brandon - Elastic Jeremy Zucker - full stop

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Kurosaki!Male!reader

Summary: He made you into who you are now...

Warnings: Fluff and angst

Requested: @devilslilbandit​

Words: 3971

It felt like you were in an endless freefall—body weighing heavier than anything imaginable as you slowly fell to the ground that you never seemed to meet. If anything, the limitless descent gave the feeling of water surrounding you and invading every inch of your figure as you allowed it to carry you further and further into the unknown. The ripples of bubbles escaping your nose and parted lips with your eyes heavy, able to see the light above you become smaller and smaller each second.

But the further you went, the more you felt yourself change. Mind fracturing and jumbled incompletely with your body becoming numb. You were losing yourself and you didn’t even know it. Body becoming morphed into something beyond your understanding and knowledge. And by the time you finally felt the solid surface of what felt like sand, you opened your eyes.

Sitting up and looking around, only to find endless, barren, sand dunes. “Ichigo?” You called shakily, looking down. Your eyes only widen at the sight of paws resembling your hands. Looking down, you found your body covered in fur, and your tail that was stiff, from your emotions going haywire at the sudden sight of you being a cat.

“What the hell?” You murmured, standing up on your legs and looking for any sight of your younger brother. “Ichigo? Ichigo, where are you?” Yet, all you found in response was the howling winds and particles of sand that got in your eyes and fur. Releasing a whimper as you curled in a ball, eyes cautiously peeking out to spot the familiar orange mob that would belong to your brother. But as the seconds ticked down and slowly turned from seconds to minutes, to hours, you soon realized that he wasn’t coming. He wasn’t coming to save you as he promised. “Ichigo, please. I need you.”

Days blended into one another and time began to fade from your mind. Nothing changed from the landscape/anything with your surroundings. Only knowing the fair amount of Hollows that came across your path where you hid or ran from the devilish creatures. You knew enough about Hollow and knew what to expect from the many years you had spent with Ichigo gaining his powers. But never did you think you would be roaming the seemingly endless desert where the Hollows roamed with free will. You didn’t belong here, and they all knew it.

The mundane schedule of you sleeping in a tiny ball, walking in hopes of finding someone, and getting chased by Hollows was getting tiring. Seeing the same dark cloudy sky was becoming boring and only made you wish that you had met a simpler fate and not a torturous one such as this. Made to endure until you likely would give up and accept that Ichigo had likely forgotten you.

“Would you look at this little kitty.” That disgusting voice that you’d been hearing for days now filled the air, being carried with the winds. You were held between two giant fingers, neck threatening to snap with the tiniest flick of his finger. His lifeless eyes and toothy grin made the fur all over your body stand up on its end with a growl vibrating through your throat.

The pitiful sound made the Hollow laugh maniacally. “Oh, is the little pussy cat going to scratch me?” He mocked, looking to one of the other Hollows by his side. “We can split him in two and share-” Before he could finish, he let out a scream at the feeling of you attacking his eye. Claws and teeth digging and ripping at the tough organ, narrowly avoiding each slap of the Hollow’s hand that came down upon his own face.

By the time you had been ripped from his eye, you had created an irreversible hole. Blood leaked out of the crevis as you had been tossed to the ground. Your pale white fur became beautifully contrasted with the red that seemed to match perfectly. But at this point, from the force of your body hitting the ground, you didn’t know if some of the blood belonged to yours or if it was his.

But as you shakily rose to your feet, swaying slightly, you saw the Hollow hold his eyes. The crimson breached through the cracks of his fingers as he looked down at you. “I’m going to kill you, you little shit-” As his hand reached out for you, you closed your eyes. Expecting to finally be released from this hellish torment. But what you heard was a scream with your fur being drenched in some sort of liquid. A screech fell from your lips as your eyes shot wide, finding the Hollows being killed left and right. Limbs cut to bits with the sound of laughter filling the air.

It was a blur of how fast the attacker was teleporting. You couldn’t keep your eyes trained on them for any longer than a second. Each slash of their sword sent gusts of wind in the vicinity and nearly propelled you back by the force. Their spiritual pressure was nothing you had felt before. Ichigo was strong, but you were tempted to even say that this person or thing was stronger. All you could do was watch the Hollows be killed one by one until you were the last living Hollow in the radius. Although you were glad for your saviour, you knew you were in the land of the Hollows. Not any normal Hollow had this type of strength and speed like you’d just seen.

And who the hell laughs like a crazy person while killing Hollows?

As you were about to stand up, not wishing to be caught and killed, someone teleported in front of you. Their feet were the first thing you saw before you slowly took in their full appearance. White and black were the main colour pallet for their clothes, but what caught your eye was the sizable hole in the center of their stomach. A long scar panning from their left collarbone to their lower right abdomen. But once you saw no sign of breasts, you looked up at the man that stared down at you curiously. His lips were moving; speaking to you, but you couldn’t care. You were flabbergasted by his sky-blue eyes, a colour you forgot ever existed. His hair matched the colour of his eyes with teal eyeliner wings in the corner of his eyes. And on the right side of his face, the cheek and teeth of a skull were attached to his face, but it somehow only made him all the more attractive. He was a specimen if you’d ever seen one.

“Oye!” You blinked, finally realizing the man, or whatever he was, had been talking to you. His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing in clear annoyance by your lack of response.

“Umm, hi?” You greeted shakily, thankful that your nervous smile couldn’t be seen. That and the warmth you felt on your face by your obvious staring. “Thank you for helping me. I’ll just continue on my way.”

He watched as you turned around, beginning to walk before you fell on your side. Chest rising and falling in rapid choked breaths. You had definitely injured yourself in the fight. Maybe you broke a rib or there was internal bleeding. Or-

“We aren’t done here, kitty.” Two large hands picked you up, a gasp falling from your lips as you were cradled in the mysterious man’s arms. You watched him stare ahead of him, beginning to walk with a clenched jaw.

There was no reason for this man to help you. It wasn’t like you were wanting to be helped. You were forgetting what life before this was like and you wanted to keep some memory of it before you lost your mind here. So, death seemed like the next greatest thing. But now, you were being reminded of the beautiful blue skies that use to be hung over you each day. How each day when you looked into the sky, it was a brand new canvas of uniqueness that you hadn’t seen any other time.

Years passed and things were drastically changing for you. In the fact that you weren’t a cat anymore and finally in your human form. And as for right now, you were dealing with a rather annoying Ulquiorra that wouldn’t stop staring at you from across the table. Aizen’s voice was loud and clear but simply ignored as you looked at the man across from you with a raise of your brow.

“Is there something you would like to save, Ulquiorra?” You questioned, silencing Aizen from his long tangent. All the Espada turning towards the two of you in question.

“You and Grimmjow, you’re planning something,” he stated simply. “I will give you this one chance before-”

Before he could finish, you flash-stepped and pressed your sword to his throat. Leaning down for your lips to be right beside his ear and smiling. “Now, listening here, kiddo,” you muttered. “Other’s may find you scary or powerful even, but I don’t. I know of your second form which would only be fun to be up against in my Vasto Lorde form.”

Pressing the sword deeper into his neck, you hissed, “But I swear, on my life, if you say his fucking name or suggest something that isn’t true, I’ll parade your corpse everywhere imaginable.” You tapped his cheek, turning his chair towards Aizen, who watched with some form of curiosity. “Now, apologize to the boss man for being an asshole.”

Now, when you first joined the Espada, not many people considered you a threat. But Grimmjow only told you to use that to your advantage. Get stronger to a point that was nearly unimaginable for any of them to understand. And that was exactly what you did. Having enough power to hide your spiritual pressure until you felt the need to release it as a warning.

And feeling the sudden shimmering of Spiritual Pressure, Ulquiorra couldn’t help but gasp. He banked off of people being afraid of him and giving up when it came to going against him. But you had been silent in every single meeting they had and you’d been running to places with Grimmjow. Either planning something or training. But the feeling of your strength did leave Ulquiorra’s hands shaking slightly.

“I am sorry,” he muttered, before the weight of your Spiritual Pressure disappeared with your barely nicking his neck with your sword. Silently walking away and exiting the assembly hall with Grimmjow close in tow.

By the time the two of you were outside, Grimmjow had you pinned to a wall with his lips planted against yours. A whine fell from your lips as you held onto the waistband of his pants. Cold fingers teasing his pelvis with your delicate fingers brushing across his skin. Smiling at the groan that rose in Grimmjow’s throat.

Parting just a breath away, Grimmjow smiled down at you. Your bruised lips, and flushed cheeks, you were everything he knew you to be when he found you all those years ago. “My sweet, little kitten.”

“Ichigo Kurosaki!” Grimmjow’s thunderous voice filled the endless landscape of Hueco Mundo. A realm that you once thought to be lifeless beside the few Hollows that threatened your life. But now, you were feeling a mixture of spiritual pressures that made your head heavy.

But you were trying to focus on your brother that had finally come to find you, or that was what you’d like to believe at least. That hope and idea were long forgotten years ago. They disappeared the moment Grimmjow appeared in your life. The moment he smiled at you for the first time. And the first time he held. Ichigo had been a memory to your mind and you were to his. It may have hurt at first, but you accepted it with due time and moved on.

“Oh, you’re brother, eh?” Grimmjow scratched the back of his head, lips curving into a devilish smile. “I killed him the moment I learned he shared your last name- Oh, no!” The man watched the flicker of light in the distance before a deafened gust sliced through the air. The impact was delayed by a millisecond, but when it registered, everyone in the radius was sent flying.

In a flash of blue, an explosion ahead of Grimmjow caused dirt and debris to fly up. The ground and infrastructure around the group wailed under the stress of the force. Grimmjow groaned, trying to turn his cheek and evade the pebbles that pelted against his face. But with his squinted eyes, he could see that all too familiar silhouette through the clouds of smoke. A hint of a smile twitched on his face as the smoke finally cleared.

Ichigo watched with furrowed brows as the sight of bellowing locks could be seen on a figure. Their vivid orange stands out like a sore thumb with their drastic shorter height only adding to who Ichigo believed to be in front of him. And when the smoke finally cleared, he saw you.

You stared at him, lips pursing as you blinked rapidly, feeling the warmth behind your eyes. Lips parting barely a centimetre as you exhaled shakily. He looked so different. His hair was faintly longer, nothing too different. His eyes were kinder and softer from the usual judgemental glare they used to be held toward you. And they were sure as hell different when you saw tears brimming along the edges. A sight that was so foreign that you couldn’t help but need to bring it close and see if you were simply being deceived.

Letting out a chuckle as you opened your arms in welcome, smiling softly with your own tears sliding down your cheeks. “Hey, Ichigo.”

It took Ichigo a moment, eyes and mind trying to process the person in front of him. You. You were alive. You were here, with him. Anyone could understand how he felt his own sense of confusion and doubt, but when he fell into your arms, he knew you were real. Although you were unimaginably smaller compared to him, you held him like he was a child. Holding his face in your shoulder, handfuls of your baggy jacket being balled in his hands as he dropped his sword to melt into your grasp.

The both of you stood there for a few moments, forgetting the very noticeable problem that the two of you were faced with. But it fell to the back of your guys’ minds when you two parted an arm’s length. Ichigo shook his head as he stared at you with parted lips. “I thought- When Byakuya killed you, he-” Ichigo could barely form a proper sentence before you chuckled softly.

Hands holding his cheeks as you smiled softly. “I died, yes,” you confirmed. “But I was brought here, to Hueco Mundo where Grimmjow found me. He saved my life, Ichigo.”

Speaking of Grimmjow, he watched with an incredulous look on his face, watching you and Ichigo talk. A pang of jealousy in his chest as he cleared his throat, recoiling slightly when you turned your head with a deadpan expression. Able to see the twitch of your nose as you glared at him daringly. “Y/n! I am fighting your brother-”

Before he could even explain himself, you flash-stepped from Ichigo’s arms and tackled Grimmjow. A yell fell from Grimmjow’s lips as you straddled his waist, gripping the collar of his jacket and shaking his body violently. “I know what you’re doing, you idiot!” You yelled. “And don’t think you’re getting away with saying you “killed me”. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll back the hell off right now!”

“Babe, I get it! Let me breathe! I can’t breathe!”

Ichigo stood there, confusion written all over his face as Orihime stood beside him, just as confused. “Well, we found him, I guess,” she said.

“Yeah, and there is a lot that has changed,” Ichigo added.

As soon as you had finished trying to kill Grimmjow, you waved for your brother to follow. Grimmjow and Ichigo butting head to head, hissing insults at one another. But although they held an intense rivalry with one another, they never engaged because you were here. And it wasn’t out of fear of hurting you because judging by you being Espada and having a much greater Spiritual Pressure then Grimmjow, you could handle them both.

But Ichigo could also tell that just by the smile you held, the way you silently reached for Grimmjow’s hand and how he accepted without question, you were happy. Of course, before Byakuya killed you you were happy, but this was different. Although Hueco Mundo was mundane with its features, he could see the glimmer in your eyes when you took in its plain views. This was your life and you seemed happy living like this.

More importantly, you seemed happy with Grimmjow. Someone who’d been causing some serious problems for Ichigo since they first met. Smiling and pushing Grimmjow away every time he tried to sneak a kiss, to which you blushed and reminded him of Ichigo’s and Orihime’s presence. And very often did Ichigo hear Grimmjow whisper, “I’ll kill him if he thinks I’m going to stop showing my love to you, kitten.”

But this love and genuine happiness that you had for him, did that mean you knew what he was doing and what he’d done? How he hurt Rukia? He sure hoped so because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could play the buddy card until they eventually fought.

Eventually, all four of you stood on a large tower, given a beautiful sight of what could be seen of the plain realm. A realm that you couldn’t understand why Grimmjow wanted to rule over. Yet, you found it amusing of all the “great” things he would do for Hueco Mundo.

“Ichigo, I brought you here to show you something,” you stated, walking toward the edge of the tower. Looking back at your brother, you tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear and waved him over. “I need you here to see it for you to understand the implications.”

With cautious eyes directed to Grimmjow, who simply kept his nose in the crown of your hair, Ichigo walked over. Coming to your side where you grabbed his hand softly and raised it to the sky. The dark clouds of the night slowly began to part with the moon rising high. “What’s happening?” Orihime muttered softly.

“Y/n’s powers are allowing Ichigo to see what’s hidden,” Grimmjow stated. “A truth none of the other Espada know about, except Baraggan, the ruler of Hueco Mundo. It took time, but not even Ulquiorra can find our secret.”

The clouds soon parted completely and Ichigo could only see two stars in the sky. Two singles stars shone brightly with the faintest glimmer in the gap between them. Ichigo lowered his hand, brows scrunching together as he tried to silently find the reason why you were showing him this. What was so important about this that it needed his attention?

“Ichigo, look at me.” Your gentle order was heard and followed. Your younger brother looking and finding you placing a heart over your chest where a glow was found around the edges. That alone was enough to emit a glow from Grimmjow’s chest. “Grimm and I… we’re bounded as one.”

It had been two years after the both of you met and 7 months after you guys started dating that you had the strength and idea to bring Grimmjow the possibility of relief if one of you were to die. Now, of course, Grimmjow promised he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you and he would kill them if they glanced in your direction. But after explaining your plan and giving your reason, he was more than willing to accept.

“I’m sorry, I- I don’t understand,” Ichigo sputtered, staring at you incredulously. “You are one person?”

“Well, not exactly,” you chuckled. “We’re two entities, but our hearts are made into one by the connection I created. I can feel when he’s nervous, excited, sad just by the melody of his heart.”

Still, Ichigo stared at you in confusion and you glanced up at Grimmjow. Finding his kind eyes focused solely on yours, nodding in approval to telling the most important detail. Looking back at Ichigo, you bit your bottom lip. “If I were to die, or Grimmjow, the other would follow instantaneously,” you stated. “Hearts or whatever you want to call it stop at the same moment.”

The way you spoke about this was so soft and content that it scared Ichigo. How could you be so fine with dying so unexpectedly? Didn’t you want to come home and see everyone? Didn’t you want something more than Hueco Mundo and the war that seemed to be brewing?

But Ichigo couldn’t find himself blaming you for wanting something different. As long as he could remember, you were always trying to do your own thing whilst your guys’ dad wished for you to become a doctor or something. Now, you had free will. You had the power you wished to be happy and not feel judged or forced into something you didn’t want. Here, with Grimmjow, you had everything you needed. A life you never thought possible and a safe key to saving you from any pain that could occur if you lost Grimmjow.

“You can’t be serious, right?” Ichigo muttered. “I came here to bring you back. But you’re now telling me that if he attacks me and I accidentally kill him, I kill you?” His voice wavered, clear confusion in his words as he stared at you. It wasn’t something you expected him to accept. If it was him in your shoes with Orihime, you’d likely be locking them up in the Soul Society as you went and found a way to change their decision. But this was you.

You’d travelled miles in Hueco Mundo, your soul had been battered and forgotten. But when you joined the Espada and worked effortlessly up the ranks, you found meaning and love. Maybe it wasn’t the greatest place based on who led them, but it was better than wandering Hueco Mundo and searching for something to kill you. And you found love in the recklessly, self-intitled, little shit named Grimmjow that you loved more than life itself. Because if life were to seise, all you wished was to be with him through it. To feel his arms hold you and never plan on letting go.

“Ichigo,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I don’t expect you to understand it and that’s fine. But this is my decision and my warning. I can keep Grimm on a short leash, but this doesn’t change what could happen if you hurt him.” You walked towards your brother, placing a hand on his shoulder softly. “But you have my sword. Call upon me and I’ll be there to fight.”

He nodded slowly, looking past you and towards Grimmjow, who had his arms crossed firmly over his chest. “Grimm with also assist you if need be.” You turned your head towards your boyfriend and glared. “Isn’t that right, Grimm?”

The blue-haired man scoffed, grabbing the back of your jacket and yanking you into his chest. Pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead and sighing, “Yeah, whatever.” He wouldn’t say it in front of anyone except you, but whatever you asked from him, he would do. So, if that meant you wished for him to fight by Ichigo’s side, then he would. And if it secured a longer life with you, he wouldn’t hesitate.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez — HADŌ 98: Massage

PAIRING: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez/Reader WORD COUNT: 3k TYPE: Humor, Maybe a little fluff(???) WARNING(S): None I think but there’s a lot of slapstick jokes and like maybe 2 innuendos

Grimmjow is prone to staring down at people and appearing vaguely murderous. Sometimes he glares at you, and sometimes he glares at Urahara and Yoruichi, but you ignore him when he does that. His expressions can border on contemplative, though you doubt there's anything worthwhile running through his head. You imagine his thoughts to be split like this: 60% auto-fellatio, 30% killing people he dislikes or ones who mildly inconvenience him in his mind and 10% a secret, third thing.

Currently, he's giving you a blank look and you can't help but find it funny, the way he's always pushing his jaw out. It must be a tenuous effort, considering he has seduced no one with this move yet, but you opt to ignore him while you scroll through your phone.

You give your friend's video where they're waterboarding someone a like and ignore the post about a ghost named Marmalade Venice haunting you if you don't share her story with thirteen others. Obviously this is all very thrilling and requires your full attention, but Grimmjow breaks the silence.

"Hey." He scratches his head. Briefly, you wonder if Arrancar can get lice. "What's a massage?"

No matter how engaging your tapping was, you disregard it and instead glance at him from the corner of your eye. His general ignorance amuses you since the first time he tried using a blender. He almost hacked his hand off, and you're not sure how he even achieved that. Still, you don't know why he'd be interested in this topic out of the blue. Instead of asking him to elaborate — because you know just how impatient he is, and you take some kind of joy in pissing him off — you merely raise your eyebrows.

"I heard the woman talking about it. What is it?"

"It's a thing," you say unhelpfully before returning your attention to your phone.

You see him reach out towards the object in your grasp; you assume to discard it somewhere and destroy it. Before he can do so, you throw it in the trash can near where you're sitting and kick it away. Grimmjow looks at you in a way which suggests he finds you stupid and perhaps incredulous, and you suppose this is fine since that's what you think about him too.

You crack your knuckles and offer, "Why don't you let me show you if you wanna know so bad?"

"You tryna fight?"

"No, idiot, I'm offering a massage."

Grimmjow frowns at this. When you wiggle your fingers threateningly in his direction, all he asks is, "You ain't expecting me to pay, right?"

You roll your eyes at him. "Trust me Grimmjow, I don't need the dead flies in your pockets."

He bares his teeth at you like that'll scare you and you poke out your tongue at him. For a second you think he's about to grab it and pull it out and probably kill you, but then he seems to remember he wants something from you and restrains himself.

"And how does that work?"

You scratch your chin, wondering how you should go about this, meaning you're already planning how far you'll push it. "First, take off your stupid jacket."

"My jacket is NOT stupid!"

"Is it that serious?"

"Yes," he says, looking at you dead in the eyes. You think he might be trying to intimidate you, but it's not really working.

After you don't scramble to bow down to him and apologize and maybe even cry tears of regret, but simply stare at him like he's only an impudent bug, he huffs and throws the garment on the floor.

"You know, for someone who was really hellbent on defending that jacket, you don't treat it with a lot of care," you point out with a snicker. Maybe you'll step on it later, if you remember.

"It's a fucking jacket, it doesn't need a babysitter."

"Alright, whatever," you dismiss. "It didn't need an attorney either, but here we are."

Grimmjow, most likely unaware of what an attorney is, changes the subject. "Why'd you want me to be naked, anyway? Not that I blame you."

You raise your hand and turn your palm to his face as a telepathic attempt to erase all moronic thoughts from his head. It doesn't work because no one can cure stupidity and Grimmjow's grin drops before he narrows his eyes at you like you're the one being an imbecile.

"You're gonna lie down," you say and point at the futon the two of you usually sleep in when you have to stay overnight at Urahara's place. Grimmjow looks at you strangely and you expect him to oppose you or something, but he surprises you by reluctantly doing what you told him to.

Grimmjow uses his hands as cushions for his head. You can't see what expression he's making like this, but you can only guess he's getting impatient. With minor consideration, you plop your entire weight on top of him, though of course he pretends it's not a big deal and that he was born to power lift or whatever it is he's always yapping about. Almost experimentally, you prod his exposed back with your finger.

It's a little weird like this, but you started it, so you'll act as if it's all normal. The only time you and Grimmjow touch is to slap things out of each other's hands or to wrestle, so the feeling is a little jarring. Though you doubt he has any hangups about it.

"You're a little tense," you say with a twinge of intrigue in your tone.

"I'm not tense. This is the most relaxed I've been in my life," Grimmjow insists.

Your forehead scrunches in annoyance. "Do you have to be so defensive about everything?!"

"I'm not being defensive. You're just delusional."

For a second you're about to give in and entertain this baseless argument — one of many —, but then you decide you'll shut him up for good. You try to press his back, but you find his muscles are... stuck? How fucked up could his back really be? You blink in shock and understand this won't be as easy as you expected.

But it's a challenge, and you don't mind a challenge.

"Are you so shredded 'cause you're always flexing?" you ask, curious how he could be so rigid.

"You like what you see or something?"

"I was taunting you!"

"Oh really? Is that how you make fun of people, by being like 'you're so hot and sexy with big abs'?" he asks sarcastically, going out of his way to glance at you over his shoulder with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"You're doing too much now," you say. "I didn't say all that."

"I hope you ain't embarrassed 'cause you talk a big game."

With a flare of irritation, you use both of your hands to apply pressure. You grimace and back away from him when you hear a loud crunch, but Grimmjow just lets out a sigh of relief. You assume he’s not aware he’s doing this, he’s too prideful for that. It must've been a hard knot.

Either you broke his back, and he liked how it felt or you actually achieved something with this massage, so in your opinion, you did no harm.

You move your hands to his shoulders and knead his muscles there, rubbing tenderly, though if you have to admit it, this is straining you more than you thought it would. You're kind of curious why he's all tight since you see him stretch all the time, though it wouldn't surprise you if you found out he goes way out of his comfort level just to prove himself.

What he's proving, you're not sure, but that's how things stand with Grimmjow.

Something else you find odd is how he's not saying anything useless or otherwise irritating at this moment. You'd expected him to jeer at you and maybe ask you if that's all the strength you have, treat it as a fight and try to provoke you, but all you've drawn out of him so far are sighs and grunts.

Grimmjow, too, predicted he'd dislike the sensation and use it as an excuse to lash out at you. The moment he figured this would involve you touching him in this proximity, he was on alert and ready to dislike it preemptively, but...

He likes it? He feels warm and you're being tender and maybe this is for pussies. However, he'll enjoy it for now. Clearly, this massage shit is something demonic, anyway. You knead his neck and Grimmjow whimpers again, making you try to stifle your laughter at this.

Ooh, he's so pathetic like this! You need to store the occasion in your head as blackmail material.

After you work out his knots, you decide you can find more entertainment and try to think of a way to take advantage of the situation. Then you notice something unpleasant. "Grimmjow you ingrate, are you drooling?!"

"I'm not drooling, stop making shit up," he mumbles like he was on the verge of falling asleep.

"I was gonna put my head on that pillow tonight, you know?"

"Well, too bad. You can sleep in the toilet if you'd like," he tells you with a laugh even though it's not even that funny, if at all.

"I'll spit in your face when you least expect it!"

"Whatever, just keep doing this massage thing."

An idea comes to mind. Instead of massaging him, this time you run your fingers down his back, lightly scraping his skin with your nails, just enough to scratch. Even when he doesn't react, you don't miss the goosebumps breaking out everywhere you touch and the slight shiver which rattles him.

You find yourself somewhat fascinated by this. He's like putty in your hands, so you continue caressing him until it finally occurs to you. "People have only touched you to beat your ass, right? Ha."

"No one beats my ass."

"Yeah, except Ichigo and half the other Espadas, especially Nnoitra-"

Abruptly, Grimmjow sits up and turns around to throw the object nearest to him right in your face, which is an entire table. Then he has the nerve to glare at you even though you already sport an enormous bruise on your forehead from this act of treason.

Instead of seething, you push him away, then wrap your hands around his armpits and pull him upwards into you until you hear his back let out a painful pop. Faintly you can make him out cursing at you and asking you what's wrong with you, but you're too deep into character to care about his complaints. After you may have broken his back a second time, you feel satisfied enough to shove him to the floor.

"It's a knock-out! Officer down," you declare before you stand up in triumph and start chanting happily, "Loser, loser!" Then you strike a pose and take aim at him as you had planned to treat him to your favorite practice you've learned from the chiropractor ASMR human videos: the part where they dig their elbows in the patient's spine.

Briefly, you wonder if you're experiencing what they call a 'concussion'.

___

You're doing something on your phone again when Grimmjow sits down next to you. Then he scoots closer to you — you assume trying to be inconspicuous — but you pay him no mind, too engaged in whatever you're doing.

"Oi," he says.

You swipe on your phone more aggressively.

"I'm talking to you!" he snaps.

If you don't play by his whims, he'll probably break your phone for real this time. You scowl at him like he's the scum of the earth when you turn towards him. "Grimmjow, WHAT could be more pressing than this level of Candy Crush I'm playing?"

"What's Candy Crush?"

"Let me show you since you're clearly uneducated-"

Grimmjow shakes his head, regretting to have asked. "Nevermind this bullshit, I-"

Despite his clear disinterest in Candy Crush, you still shove your screen in his face, almost blinding him. You're babbling some sort of explanation and he leans away from you.

"Why are you still talking?" he asks, irritated. "I said I don't care."

Again, you look at him as if he's a fungus under your toenail, and then you revert to messing around on your game. Grimmjow continues his attempts to communicate in Grimmjow language, which comprises mainly nonsensical body language cues. Within your peripheral vision, you can see him inching closer to you again, and then turning his back on you, and then giving you the Kubrick stare after a while of you not doing anything in response to his antics.

Having had enough of this, you sigh and prompt him. "Words?"

"Nghhh."

"Very helpful," you say sarcastically as you finish your Candy Crush level.

"Can you do that thing again?" he requests while making vague, limp-wristed gestures in the air.

You tilt your head in curiosity as you try to decipher what he means, considering him with an expression that's a tad too thoughtful.

"No, I demand it," he says suddenly before he yanks your wrist and awkwardly places your hand on his back.

You bark out a laugh at his immaturity, though you oblige him, slipping your hand under his sad excuse for a jacket to reach him better. You can tell he's shivering again and this time, you notice him melt into it and smile. Perhaps mentally disturbed, you find it endearing, though you remind yourself you can't think that crap about a man who threw a table at you over a smartass comment. He has the worst temper issues you've ever had the displeasure of observing, even if amusingly. No, he's a bloodthirsty, backstabbing lunatic. You can't find him cute!

(You think you might only find it funny because you don’t take anything seriously, but this is besides the point.)

"You're like a bossy cat," you point out.

"Don't compare me to these stupid beasts! They don't even have swords or anything, they're pussies."

Beasts? Regardless, you explain, "Well, I read in a book that humans in Egypt used to worship them like gods."

"Well, in that case, I'll reconsider what you said," he announces with a smirk.

You're too easy, you scold in your head, though you keep your commentary to yourself just this once. Sitting with Grimmjow in silence is to your liking, mostly because you find everything he says irritating, of course.

As the minutes pass by, you continue your ministrations and he ends up invading your personal space even more. Since he has been tolerable so far, you stroke his neck lightly, and then card your fingers through his hair.

And then you hear something that makes you falter, eyes widening in shock. "Did you just purr...?"

Grimmjow jumps away from you like you have gonorrhea, which you find ironic-slash-hypocritical since he was the one insisting on your touch about a second ago. This time, before he can smack you on the head with a newspaper he produced from somewhere, you notice his face is red as hell. "I didn't do anything like that, you stupid piece of shit!"

If nothing else, those are brave words coming from the mouth of a grown man who's blushing like a schoolgirl.

"You can't just try to gaslight me anytime I say something you don't like," you yell before you grab a vase and hurl it at him.

"Well, watch me."

"That's not the comeback you think it is."

The two of you press your foreheads together and grimace constipated faces at each other and hiss like deranged animals until you grow bored of it and separate as if nothing had happened.

___

Grimmjow is crouching in the corner like a creep while you're reading a book. Again, being used to his... quirks, it isn't enough to disturb you from your activity, even though he seems to observe you with newfound seriousness. For good measure, maybe to convey said newfound seriousness, he throws in a few chin scratches during his thorough examination of you.

You turn to the next page.

Grimmjow stands up, hands in his pockets. He's kind of hunching, which is his usual stance for when he's trying to either be cool or intimidating, but again, you're unsure of what he's trying to achieve in this moment.

He fixates his gaze on you. Memories run through his head, and he's contemplating what to do with them.

"Hey. What's a massage?"

"Why don't you let me show you if you wanna know so bad?"

"What's Candy Crush?"

"Let me show you since you're clearly uneducated-"

Grimmjow pinches his eyebrows together in his best attempt at feigning an air of ignorance. His tone sounds somewhat chagrined, though you haven't even done anything to piss him off today. "[Y/n]."

You don't tear your attention away from the passage you're reading since the drama in this novel is getting engaging. Still, this is kind of new. Usually Grimmjow says 'oi' and expects you to be at his beck and call, screams 'you' like it's an efficient descriptor, or he calls you a stupid piece of shit or a moron and a stupid piece of shit moron when he's feeling verbose. Maybe this is important, if he's calling you by your actual name.

"What?" you ask, finally shifting your eyes in his direction.

You think he's trying to keep it together, but then Grimmjow seems unable to help himself and graces you with his signature killer grin before he raises you his all-encompassing question. "[Y/n], what's sex?"

Without so much as a twitch of your eye or a scrunch of your nose, you swiftly slap the book closed and fling it at his temple. Your toss is successful in toppling Grimmjow over. "You have like, NO game."

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[sashi-ya]

Hi again! First off, I really loved the Grimmjow scenario from. the Royal event. It was super good! I was wondering if I could request another Grimmjow scenario for the Hell event? In this one, I was thinking a young miko being sacrificed to the King of Hell to save her village? I hope the rest of the event goes well for you! And thanks again for all these fun events you've been doing!!!!

Hello!! thank u so much for your feedback hun! And of course, this event is so perfect for him to be honest, I can clearly see him as a demon! So, I hope you enjoy!! Thank u for your support 💖~

𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏! 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒋𝒐𝒘 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒋𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒛 𝒙 𝒇! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺����𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆

➡ tw: so it's bloody and evil and full of fire. people are evil, and they suffer for trying to kill reader. oral. facesitting. rough sex. namecalling. vag. creampie. submission. choking. mouthfucking. Grimmjow's dick is like those monster dildos with bumps and cute things. (like this one)

➡ wc: 2k

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Each September in that village a peculiar festival takes place,

the “Blue Carnival”. But it’s not joyful, there aren’t celebrations…

The sharp blade shines with the red tinted moonshine,

the sky seems covered in blood like it’s about to get the floor of the gallows where you are standing.

“Save your people, young miko” they whisper in your ear, as the cold edge gets pressed into your neck. Carotids pumping hard, lifting the katana off your skin. “It’s your chance, the King of Hell will be pleased with your beauty. Die with honour, die saving us!”

You can only see the people of your town rooting to see from your flesh gush blood, the reddish full of oxygen vital fluid to abandon your body. You have been chosen for the sacrifice, and you finally understand the more they do it every year, the more the devil will ask for… they are not saving the people, they are dooming themselves.

“Any last word, our saviour?” they ask, while they almost aroused, desire to slash your neck. They want this, people from this place are nothing but sinners… “I don’t wanna die!” you finally state, shouting to make the crowd beneath your feet go silent.

The priest pushes you to your knees… filthy sinner, how dare you stop their murderous festival in “the name of God”? “Disgusting bitch, even if you are a miko you have no right to stop this!” he shouts, holding the blade himself, so ready to bury it in your chest.

A smirk in your face gets plastered, just to see you are safe. Safe from them, but from the creature behind him? You are not entirely sure.

“Well, well… so I see you have chosen very well this year, huh? I was becoming tired of those whiny little bitches with the only desire to die… boring sluts…” he says, crushing the wrist from that priest to dust. The blade falling to your side, so tempting for you to grab it. The priest doing the same, right from the gallows to the ground.

He is tall, and his face shows nothing but pure evilness and violence. A mask that resembles a jaw covers half his cheek. Blue long hair, horns, a body so perfectly sculpted, a hollow so big carved over what it should be his belly button. His long claws, like the ones the panthers have, look sharper than the edge of the blade that was about to kill you itself.

“Come here, I’d like to use you instead of watching you bleed” he says, pulling you up. You let him do as he pleases, he saved you and nobody can do anything to oppose such thing… after all, you were his offering.

He slashes your clothes; they were see-through after all. The crowd some meters down from where you are can only appreciate the beauty of your nudity. “You sent her to die because you were thinking of me? Or you were all just jealous of her perfect body?” the creature screams, showing you to the people of your village. You don’t feel shy, he is telling the rest the truth.

His right arm covers your breasts, while his left hand covers your sex from behind. You can feel his abs going up and down as he breathes, since he is pressed against your back.

“Should I show you all how pleased I am with your offering?” he asks, making everybody to tremble, except you. For some reason you are smiling, who would have said the King of Hell himself would be the one freeing you from this society.

He graces your chest up your neck and into your mouth with his palm, his thumb reaches for your lower lip and pushes it inside. Your tongue experience the sharp claw, your saliva covers it all up.

Your eyes have transformed, and while before they looked like victim’s ones are now on fire; you have the gaze of the revenge. Is this unholy god fucking you in front of everyone? Maybe. Is it immoral? Yes, as them wanting to slash your neck for their own sake.

You lift your arms up, you graze your ass against the god’s sex, and the smirk never leaves your face. “Do whatever you please with me, my Lord” you mumble when he takes his thumb off your mouth.

“Surely I will, you remind me of Lillith…” he grunts, biting your neck. You two are making a show, a lustful, sinful, unholy, and perverted show… but who is more depraved? You? Or the rest of the crowd that keeps watching?

You moan, the sharp fangs being buried in your neck are as painful as pleasant; you can’t stop squirming underneath him. And the fact that every person is watching you is as sick but really arousing.

“Turn around” he commands, making you face him. His claws this time carve marks on your glutes. The more he squeeze them, the more you moan into his mouth as his lips attack yours. A kiss so filled with passion show the spectators pure concupiscence.  

When his lips kiss more than yours, he begins going down. Your chest seems enticing for him to devour. And indeed, he does. Trapping your nipples with his sharp teeth, he pulls and sucks. You moan, you whine, and your legs become weaker and weaker. In between pants and the horrified looks of your neighbours and friends you ask, “My Lord, do you have a name?”

He smirks, fixing his dilated pupils on yours. He lifts his index, looking for a moment at the people spitting insults at you two… they think they have the right to. By the simple swing of his finger everything around you turns to fire. People run; people scream. Some roll on the ground, they are suffering the real punishment.

“Grimmjow, Sexto Dios del Infierno” he proudly states, after releasing your breast from his mouth.

“Grimmjow, mi Dios…” you purr, softly caressing his blue locks back as you watch the people suffer underneath you, with your ragged clothes still tugged on your arms. You look like a saint, while the demon itself is devouring you. And for a moment everybody seems to disappear, and no matter how tall from the ground both of you are, you feel like you are already in Hell… and it’s not something bad.

The white half mask he has hanging on his cheek punctures your stomach, as he gets more and more desperate while he licks down your belly button to your sex. “You are surely tasty, aren’t you” he says, using his claws to play with the dripping juices of your arousal.

Grimmjow’s playful tongue opens its way inside your folds, making your knees wanting to join and your hand to grab a fistful of his hair. He is not mad at you pulling his blue locks, he is glad you are enjoying his oral session. But for how long before the God claims his superiority to you?

He traces circles around your clit, he sucks strongly, he uses his fingers to dilate your entrance as he does so. You can’t stop mewling, you need climax, you need it now. “Come, come for me” he states, spreading your legs just enough for you to fall over his face. Your sex covers his mouth and nose, he is delighted with your taste, he needs it to be smeared all over his countenance.

It makes you instantly get to the verge of climax, there is no turning back now. People suffering around you is only making you happier, your eyes are turning white from pleasure. You come trembling and laughing at them, something evil has possessed you, or maybe you were always a demon…

“Hah! You are even better than I expected, now, my beautiful slut, I’m gonna wreak you” Grimmjow exclaims, pushing you back so he can stand up. He cleans his mouth with the back of his forearm.

His fingers round your neck in a sudden and violent move, it makes you cough but you don’t care. He said he is wrecking you; you are not surprised. “You wanna choke with my dick, slut?” he asks, lifting you up just a little from the ground.

You swallow with difficulty, and with your eyes fixed on his deep blue ones, you nod. “Say it!” he demands, shaking you. “I- wantgh to choghke withg your digk” you barely mouth, as his fingers keep crushing your neck. 

Grimmjow smiles, putting you back into the ground and letting you breathe. You pant as you watch him take his coverings off. He is not only big, but he doesn’t look exactly like a human. He has more than a bump, and blue lines garnish his skin from his hollowed belly towards his sex.

“Come on, what are you waiting for? Never seen one of this?” he says, jerking his dick up and down. It drips, and it looks exactly like what your insides might have been wanting for all of your life. Anatomically perfect for your entrance, for sure.

You end up hitting your knees against the wooden floor of the swallows underneath you, his claws tangle with your hair so he has a better grip to move your head. The tip of the demon’s dick pushes your lips open, violating your mouth with utmost violence.

You gag when it hits the back of your throat, and tears burst from the corner of your eyes. A beautiful image of what Grimmjow like the most, someone submitting to him, to his godly powers. He laughs as he pounds hard into your gullet, and you smile even through the blurred vision this is causing to you.

“I’d love to flood your mouth with my cum, but I think I wanna try your slit now” he says, pushing you away from his sex. Your mandible is in pain, and the back of your tongue feels the salty taste of his precum, but you are way more excited with him fucking you now.

He softly kicks your shoulder, so you fall on your back. You don’t need to be told to spread your legs and wait for him to bury himself deep inside you. “Eager for my dick, huh?” he says, kneeling like such a god and pulling your ass over his lap.

“Yes, my God” you moan, shivering as your sex barely grazes him. The anticipation for him penetrating you is killing you.

“Then have it, little whore” he grunts, grabbing your hips so that he can bend over and finally enter you. The shape of his sex perfectly slides inside you, pushing upwards to where your g spot is. You whine loudly, the position allows him to get even deep inside you, and his hips can’t wait for a single second to strongly pound into you.

Your toes curl as he goes feral in and out; his long nails carve marks on your sides leaving the little imprints of his pass as he fucks you mercilessly. You can’t think, only feel, leaving this beast to wreck your body in half so lustfully.

At that pace it doesn’t take much for you to burst in climax after climax, while the Devil himself has the time of his life fucking you roughly. And, just when he wants it, just when he decides it, he gives you the last thrusts for him to finally come.

“Are you gonna take all of my cum inside you?” he asks, panting over your raptured body. “Y-es…” you beg, you want him to flood you with his warm release.

“Just as I thought, perfect little slut” he says, moving his hips with a beautiful organic motion that allows him to finally reach peak pleasure. He grunts, showing you his manly jaw muscles getting tensed and his sharp teeth in a sexy smirk. It feels just as you have anticipated, the warmth and the pressure on your womb making you shiver from pleasure…

“Come with me, I want to fuck you for eternity” he offers you, helping you stand up after your body feels absolutely worn out.

“Sure, my King… ~”

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[itjazzbicch]

Breaking

Pairing:  Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Quiet!Arrancar!Fem Reader 

(First time writing for Grimmjow so I hope I did well!

Summary: Easily annoyed by Grimmjow's ways, the reader who is rather quiet and antisocial, makes a remark to him, causing heat to rise between them, but not handling their issues like enemies normally would...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Swearing, foreplay, bit of blood, fingering, choking, rough sex, unprotected sex)

Word Count: 1.6k 

Quietness was all anyone would get from me. As an Arrancar, I've lived to see so many things, had madness in my head, but kept it all to myself.

Some days, that madness would get to me a little, and leaving a meeting with Grimmjow running his trap, sparked extreme annoyance.

"Grimmjow just shut the hell up."

All eyes were on me, but I didn't even bother to make eye contact, scanning the room, but not directly looking into anyone's gaze. They all didn't expect something like that to come off my lips considering I didn't talk much. Even Ulquiorra spoke more than I did.

"Oh, yeah?" Grimmjow was such a knucklehead, rotating his arm as he stood up, "Wanna come and make me?"

"Pfft," My eyes rolled, hands in my pocket, leaving for my own privacy and silence, "Like you would be a challenge."

Even though I didn't hear Grimmjow respond, I just knew that my words had him fuming. Quickly learning that as I felt a presence behind me. Not even turning my head to look, I sighed:

"Really, Grimmjow?"

"Yeah. Really." As his knuckles cracked, I only turned around, pulling at my shorts some to show the number five marked into my inner hip:

"Need I remind you?"

"Like those numbers mean shit," He always had something to say, but I had something for him this time:

"Do you really think it's a good idea to be fighting your fellow comrades given the situation we're facing right now? Or do you want to lose your arm again? Maybe a leg this time, huh?"

Staring into each other's eyes, those cat-like blue eyes nearly had flames in them, stirring some in mind, screaming temptations almost getting the best of me as I let out a small laugh, turning away and whispering as I still hadn't received a response:

"That's what I thought."

"Where do you think you're going?" Slamming the door that was now behind us, his eyes grew deeper with a sinister smirk, "I'm not finished with you."

"You're more brave than you are smart, you know that?" I was starting to shake as I felt unstable. Usually, I had good control of any temptations or dark impulses, but he was pushing those limits.

"You think that you're untouchable. I'll admit, you're a special case," Something was different, he wasn't showing any intentions of attacking me, a fist full of my shirt, "But I'm still going to teach you a lesson."

"Indulge me," I encouraged, looking at his hand before meeting his eyes again, "I'm curious."

The force of my shirt being ripped off like an old rag brought me to meet his lips, his teeth quickly trapping my lower lips, biting down and at the same time, claws shredding my shorts away, sinking into my skin, shaking at the burn of my flesh being pierced.

Why was my heart racing so fast? Why was my body warm so suddenly? I didn't even notice how hard I was gripping a part of his shirt, how I was kissing back just as animalistic.

"Hehe, what would you know?" Murmuring while pulling back on my lip some, I could taste some blood, his voice sending a shiver through me, "You like the pain."

"There's a lot you don't know about me," My words were a warning more than anything as our lips parted, eyes dilating when I found his again, "You have no idea just how crazy I really am."

"Crazy?" He kept laughing at me, hand creeping between my thighs, immediately torturing my clit, feeling how wet I was, smiling in my face, "Then that means that I don't have to hold back."

I didn't know what it was that I saw or thought while staring into his eyes, but it felt like the devil calling for me and subconsciously, I chased it.

"It's fair play," Closing my eyes to take in some of the pleasure, my hand went for him, just to be slammed down to my back, ears filled with more of his laughter:

"Fair? Oh no, this won't be fair. I'm going to break you."

One hand pinning my wrists above my head, his other was still working at my clit and my head felt as if it were going to explode from holding back moans, but my squirming legs showed that he was driving me mad.

"B-Break me?" My head hurt from fighting myself, legs wanting to spread wider to get more, but wild nerves having them close with shakes, starting to let out whimpers as I felt the stretch of my soppy hole, his fingers working inside me and showing no mercy.

"Break you like a twig," He growled at me, fingers pumping as quick and deep as he could manage, thumb still at my clit, and my hips started to jerk so much they were lifting, fingertips nudging a bump with a curve that made this hot weight press in my stomach, having me scream out during my overwhelming orgasm:

"Break me!"

I felt heavy, like a sinking anchor with each breath I took, shuddering at his two fingers stroking through my slick, coating them while leaning down to me to ask:

"What was that?"

Thinking about it, my last words were a command rather than mocking him. I didn't look nor answer, a sharp gasp jumping from my throat with his fingers at my clit again, rubbing faster than before in a circle, feeling his nose against mine:

"I asked you a damn question."

It felt like tiny needles piercing me, that's how erratic my nerves were. My hips jerked into the air and grinding against nothing, nails sinking into the hand of his that kept me pinned still, opening my eyes to repeat:

"Bre-; Break! Me!"

Staring at the ceiling, I was perplexed by how the darkness above got so bright, closing my eyes again just to see nothing but dots roaming, shaking with every breath, legs shaking like a leaf even without him touching me anymore.

"You're gonna regret that," He finally let go of my wrists, relieving some of the strain on my body, but I knew that this was nowhere near over, "Put that mouth of yours to good use."

His fingertips guided across my lip and into my mouth, sucking his fingers clean, gagging me with them. When he pulled back, I was greeted by his nude body, grabbing me by the ankle and bringing me to him.

"You looked so proud when you were talking shit to me earlier," Lining his tip with my entrance, I screamed out in both pleasure and pain, completely bottomed out with no time to adjust, "How will you feel after everyone hears you screaming my name?"

The burn felt so good, not a care in my mind and letting my body do as it pleased, from the sudden jerks to my screams while I had the chance. Especially considering his rapid-fire, jackhammer thrusts were determined to split me in two.

"You piss me off," Voice rumbling, his hand found my throat, and a sharp ache in my back as he lifted my upper body to meet his nose, head so fuzzy and warm, the tear that rolled down it felt as if it steamed off, all meanwhile I had a smirk on my face, at least I tried to manage one.

"Grim-" That's all I could get out with how hard he had me, eyes going completely white at the tight clench around his cock, barely there as another orgasm took over me.

"I won't say it again," Throwing me down, my back smacked and brought me back to reality, crying and screaming out at the bulge I felt in my stomach, his thrusts more brutal and I gave him the satisfaction of hearing me calling out:

"Grimmjow!"

With his head titled up, his smirk had never been so devilish, nails sinking into my hips and clawing my body down onto his cock even harder.

I was hysteric, continuing to scream his name, so sore from the waist down and he didn't seem to be phased at all, knowing that I was close to another orgasm yet again.

"Only if you could look at yourself," Holding me by the jaw and keeping my head still, even I couldn't deny the truth he spoke, gazing deeply at me, "Fucking you so hard that you can't even see straight. Never thought someone like you could take all of this."

For the first time in a long time, my thoughts were leading me to some light, ignoring him for the time being, latching to his arms and returning the favor on the digging nails, blurred spots across the ceiling as I tried to see, but cuming so hard that it felt like I was levitating:

"Fuck, Grimmjow!"

I was surprised to hear his groans, feeling his cock throb against my pulsating walls:

"Well, you already made a damn mess."

The heat I felt pooling inside of me added to the fire I was feeling from head to toe, just from him to pull back, pumping his cock and oozing more onto me, trembling and gasping, finally able to see straight to find that damned smirk again.

"You know," He whispered, pointing out, "I've never seen you look so alive."

"Don't think this makes us friends or something," I knew that we just shared an experience that most people use for deep connections and intimacy, but we were far from a romance.

"Friends?" He was laughing hysterically almost, shaking his head and smiling in my face, "Only makes me want to break you even more." 

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[brittscafe]

Hii this is my first time requesting X3

and I was wondering if you could please write grimmjow finding out that male reader sleeps with stuffed animals to help themself sleep

:3

Awww this is such a cute idea!!! <3 This man would definitely make fun of you though 😭😭

Grimmjow pokes his head inside of your bedroom as you lead him inside. His eyes scan around your casual bedroom and he furrows his eyebrows together.

You glance back at him and chuckle. "What are you doing? Come on," you urge him inside. Grimmjow grumbles underneath his breath and steps inside of your room.

Grimmjow is cool, calm, and collected on the outside, but this is his first time inside of your room.

Grimmjow's eyes rake over the stuffed animals along your bed and he cocks an eyebrow.

"What are these?" he blurts out, sinking down into the bed and grabbing onto of your stuffed animals. Your eyes slightly widen and you sink down in your figure.

"Stuffed animals," you mumble out, lowering your head with shame and Grimmjow nods his head, eyes examining the plush animal.

"Why do you have them?" Grimmjow asks, pressing his fingers into your stuffed animal.

"They help me sleep," you explain and Grimmjow's lips curl up into a tiny grin. He throws his head back and lets out a loud laughter.

"Hey! Don't laugh at me!" you raise your voice, grabbing a stuffed animal from your bed and tossing it at him. Grimmjow easily catches the stuffed animal in his free hand and a wide grin tugs on his face.

"No, it's okay. I've just never met someone who's had to have stuffed animals to help them sleep. Come here," Grimmjow explains, releasing the plushies and grabbing onto your wrist.

He tugs onto your wrist and leads you onto your bed, sinking down beside him. Grimmjow's grip around your wrist is tight, not letting you out of his grasp.

"So, you don't care?" you ask, gulping, scared of Grimmjow's reaction.

"No, of course. But...I will make fun of you for the rest of your life," Grimmjow chuckles out and a smile tugs on your face.

Your cheeks are boiling as you meet his eyes. Grimmjow smiles warmly at your flustered face.

He finds it so cute and adorable that you have stuffed animals to help you sleep.

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[m-ayo-o]

oral fixation 18+

your man knows you're feeling hot tonight- his eyes are fixed, like a predator, on the way you tongue and suck on your necklace. it's just a little metal pendant with some jewels, but the way you're licking it- the sounds you're making- gets his filthy imagination going.

images of you with your mouth spread, taking his fingers, then his cock, fill his mind. his dick swells at the thought of you... sucking him all messy, getting your throat filled, gagging and whimpering with those gorgeous teary eyes.

he thinks about how pretty you look... with his cum dripping from your lips.

he's getting so wrapped up in his fantasies, he can't take it anymore.

he approaches you with confidence, watching you pop the charm from your mouth as you look up at him, startled by his sudden proximity.

"want me to give you something to suck on?"

and before your little brain can catch up with your arousal, he's shoving his shorts down and slapping your face with his heavy cock.

"come get it"

toji FUSHIGURO, suguru GETO, satoru GOJO, megumi FUSHIGURO 21+, grimmjow JAEGERJAQUEZ, light YAGAMI + any other menace

thinking...

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[i-might-write]

Grimmjow: wounds

Fandom: Bleach 

Even before Grimmjow became an Arrancar, he had very little regard for his own safety. He was the King of Hueco Mundo and if any Hollow had that questioned, he'd rip them to shreds. 

Simple, efficient and even if it resulted in Grimmjow suffering injuries, he always made sure to play them off as something minor. He'd boast about his scars too - after all, these were the marks of terrible injuries he's overcome and enemies he defeated. 

The truly grave ones, Grimmjow would make sure to clean and take care of somewhere secluded, with no eyes on him. There was absolutely no way he'd ever let anyone see him vulnerable or weak. He was strong enough to overcome them, and if this time he wasn't - maybe he deserved to die.

As an Arrancar, there was even more pressure to always appear invulnerable and ready to settle down any tensions with a quick and bloody brawl. There was always someone in a lower position, waiting for his slip up to climb the hierarchy over his dead body. And there was always someone higher, waiting to take out the competition.

Grimmjow would rather bite off his own infected arm than admit he had a problem with it.

So when Aizen fell and the dust had settled once again, Grimmjow didn't think much had changed for him. Sure, he had somehow ended up infatuated with you, which was as incredible as it was confusing, but Grimmjow didn't predict that his days of lonesome suffering were over.

The first time he had a fight to settle and decided to hole up in some shithole to sleep off his exhaustion and ignore all the bleeding, he was quite literally dragged out of it and screamed at within first 2 seconds of opening his tired eyes. 

Grimmjow had no idea how terrifying you could be because of something so minor in his eyes. 

He was stunned into compliant silence when you started ripping off the pathetic excuses of bandages he slapped onto the most bleeding wounds. He didn't even argue when you dragged him home. He was exhausted and only half aware of his surroundings.

Grimmjow would allow you to take care of his wounds, although would watch your hands the whole time. He'd absolutely refuse to answer your questions truthfully, though. No, nothing hurt. No, he didn't have a fever. No, he didn't need your help or whatever stupid medicine you were stuffing him full with.

It would take Grimmjow a few days to actually relax and notice the difference of how he felt. 

Trust was a strong word in Grimmjow's world and he was reluctant to use it, but he had to admit you did nothing to hurt him or use the state he was in against him.

Grimmjow slept a bit more deeply whenever you sat by his bed. He'd deny it, but you could see how the lines of his face lost tension when his mind was finally allowed to drift away. He slowly got used to you doing small stuff around him while he slept, and no longer woke up every time you changed the cold towel on his forehead.

He'd want you to stay by his side the whole time, though. He played it off as whatever you did in his proximity had a better effect when you were close, but the truth remained that he had wanted you to brush the hair off his forehead and gently rub his hand. And he enjoyed it. 

He ate the medicine you gave him, even though it took a lot of curses about the taste and demands to know why precisely it had to be so awful.

Grimmjow had a lot to say about your skills with the needle too, but he let you learn on him anyway. He had a lot of scars already, so one or two more caused by your uneven stitches made little difference to him.

He has to admit that having someone around him felt good. Grimmjow would be extremely adamant to outright say he appreciated your help, but would spend some time watching you under half closed eyelids before deciding that he would, in his great mercy, allow you to be on good terms with him. He'd still be an insufferable asshole and there was nothing stopping his snark, but if there was something you needed help with, he'd give it.

Grimmjow was surprised how quickly his injuries stopped bothering him. He wouldn't say thank you, but he'd pay you a visit every once in a while with some excuse.

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[your-local-hollow-lover]

Hi!! Could you do a scenario where Grimmjow has to handle/comfort his overworked S/O? I’m curious as to how he would react

Certified, he's the worst at these types of things.

Grimmjow finds it exceptionally irksome when he's around and you lack the energy to keep up with him. Why does he even bother visiting you anyway?

"Hey, stop being pathetic, get up," he says, poking your head.

This deep into your relationship with him, you understand there's no malice in his words. He's not intentionally mean; it's just his way of talking. Yet, you're too fatigued to pay him any mind.

"Go away. I'm exhausted," you say, snuggling further into the pillows of your bed.

A brief silence ensues.

"Why?"

This makes you peek at him. He wears that silly expression with furrowed brows, a mid-annoyance look reflecting his own struggle to comprehend something. It's cute enough to draw a tiny smile to your face.

"One of my coworkers quit last week, and all of her work has fallen on me, which wouldn't be a problem if my paycheck increased accordingly, but no! Haha, God forbid we get paid fairly for what we do," you blurt.

Your head throbs, announcing a migraine. You know Grimmjow doesn't grasp these human matters, and that somehow makes it worse.

"Withdrawing's for cowards," he states.

Or maybe he does understand?

"Do I kill them?"

Never mind. At least he asked. You sigh.

"No. Look, I like spending time with you, but right now isn't the best moment for me. I'm so overworked I could cry, and it would mean a lot if you didn’t kill or destroy anything for the night.”

You don’t have the heart to kick him out. Hueco Mundo is, after all, much worse than unpaid extra hours. You just hope he doesn’t take your tiredness in a bad way.

On his part, Grimmjow just looks at you like there’s no remedy in this world to cure your feebleness. However, whenever he sees you in a similar state of mind, he can’t help but feel an uneasiness twisting inside his guts, as if his stomach was making a knot.

When you catch him at his lowest moments, when he’s willing to allow you a glimpse of them, you always provide soft things that bring a close sensation of existing free from distress. It would be fair if he reciprocated it now.

A tiny gap leaves your mouth upon sensing his weight over the bed, and then his body over your own, not in a looming, predatory form for once. He just lies on top of you, close enough to feel the tip of his nose brushing your nape, far enough not to crush you under him.

Oh, lord, you want to kick him, but just then, you hear it: a soft vibrating sound that comes and goes steadily, like a purr. The same sound he made a couple of months ago while you played with his hair. You said it was relaxing, that you liked it.

A warm feeling washes over you. You scoot closer to him, and he lets you, his arm now keeping you tucked at his side. The purr intensifies. It lulls you to sleep. When the alarm clock rings the next morning, Grimmjow is no longer there, but the warm feeling remains.

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[mushies-stories]

Grimmjow: Fantasy come true

Grimmjow X FReader

SMUT18+

what happens when Grimmjow notices how flustered your get around him and he comes across you touching yourself and whining his name?

Warning: Smut, pnv, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (Freviving), no use of Y/N

This is my birthday fic to myself! I hope everyone enjoys!

Word count: 3135

Grimmjow’s new favorite thing was to tease you. He realized after only a few days of being at Kisukes that you couldn't keep your eyes off him. He loved finding little ways to watch you squirm. Reaching for something above you while standing too close, grabbing your hips to get by or calling you pet names he sees you respond too with a blush.

It was when he heard you from outside your door while you thought everyone was gone, your voice whiny with soft moans. Grimmjow however was asked to stay back as well. He was just going to bug you for entertainment but once he heard your sweet desperate moans echo from behind your door he was frozen in place. He listened for a moment and thought about what he was going to do, there was no way he was keeping it a secret and was going to just walk away, it was just too good. The face you'd made when he brought it up later, how bright red and flustered you'd be.

“Grimm-mhh Grimmjow~” you whimpered his name, breathless and needy.

A low growl made its way through his chest. You were thinking of him while you touched yourself, how… delicious he thought. A new desire rose in him as he listened to you beg for him, thinking of how you were pleasuring yourself to the thought of him. He wanted to see you, he needed to. 

Without a second thought he slid the door open and took a step into the room only to lock eyes with you. You lay at the edge of the bed with your legs spread and one hanging over the edge. For a moment you couldn't move, shocked that Grimmjow was looking at your naked body while your fingers were buried in your cunt and completely naked.

Grimmjow stared down at you with a wide grin, enjoying the sight he gets to witness. “Well, didn't know you were such a dirty little girl.” he chuckled and his words brought you out of your daze.

You quickly tried to cover yourself, sitting and turning around so your back was to him. “Grimmjow! What are you doing?!” you shouted.

Before you could manage to scoot any farther away or grab a blanket he was behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling you back enough so your ass was over the edge of the bed now. “What am I doing? Oh little human, I'm not the one touching myself so desperately while everyone is away.” he chuckled. 

He held you in place as you struggled to get out of his grasp. “It has nothing to do with you, now get out!” you whined. 

“Oh?” Grimmjow cocked a brow at your statement. “Sure about that? Because if i'm not mistaken that was my name i heard you calling out so wantonly a moment ago, right?” Your face was burning at his words. You shook your head and buried it in the sheet below you. Another chuckle came from behind you. “Oh little one, it's okay. I'll help make you feel good.” he cooed.

Before you could even look back at him to protest he was lowering himself before you and was face to face with your dripping core. He kept his hold on your hips as he stuck his tongue out and licked a path through your folds. You moaned involuntarily and jerked in his hold. “Grimmjow what-” you were cut off by a choked moan. Grimmjow’s tongue sliding along your clit and his teeth grazing your sensitive nub had your breath escaping you. 

“You taste sweet little human.” his hot breath fanned your thighs as he spoke. Again, before you could protest he was back to lapping at your cunt. Teasing your clit with his teeth and licking at your dripping core. Pressing his tongue flat against your heat he licked up to your sopping hole before sliding his lounge in as far as it could.

A desperately needy moan ripped out of you as you withered in his hold. “Grimmjow! No-not there!” you cried out. Your brain is still trying to catch up to everything happening and he has his tongue in your pussy, causing more fog to fill your head space. Grimmjow ignored you however, having already tasted you enough to fuel his own desires. Instead he brought a hand down to rub fast rough circles to your sensitive clit while his tongue insisted to see how deep it could reach inside your pussy. He was sending more jolts of pleasure ripping through your body than you could keep up with. “Wai-t! If you keep doing tha-'' you choked on a moan, his tongue hitting your sweet spot at the perfect pace with his thumb. 

Your eyes screwed shut as you felt your climax knotting up inside you, ready to release at any moment. Grimmjow could feel it, the way your pussy was throbbing and clenching around him. Pulling you back by the hip so he could reach just a bit deeper had you arching your back at the same time his tongue flickered across your bundle of nerves. 

It took only a moment for your orgasim to wash over you in a powerful wave.”Grimmjow, fu-uck.” you gasped out, becoming a quivering mess around his tongue as you panted and whimpered into sheets. He lapped at your pussy as you came, making sure to lick up all of your sweet slick onto his tongue. A low groan came from him when he pulled back and looked at your pulsing cunt, watching how slick still dripped from your needy hole.

Smirking he looked past your ass to see your eyes fighting to stay open as you catch your breath. “Fucked out already?” he boasted, proud of himself. 

You shook your head into the sheets before pushing yourself up. “I'm just fine!” you defend yourself. Not wanting to show him just how much of an affect he really had on you.

He smirked and came to stand behind you again, both hands gripping your ass to keep you in place. “That so? Looks like I didn't do my job correctly then.” he said, bringing a hand to the waistband of his pants and sliding them down agonizingly slowly as he watched your eyes widen at his implication. “Got to make sure I live up to your fantasies. What are those by the way?” he inquired, bringing the head of his cock to glide through your folds.

You almost let out a needy whimper but bite it back. His cock teases you and when he pushes the tip at your entrance you fall back to the bed and hide your face into the sheets as best you could. You were embarrassed Grimmjow had heard you and now he wanted to know what you thought about when you touched yourself to the thought of him? How could you say those dirt thoughts out loud?

This made Grimmjow tisk and pull back and released your hips. Before you could even move to see why you were being flipped around and onto your back. “None of that hiding shit sweet thing.” His legs caught your thighs and held them apart as he stood above you with his trademark smark. 

Your arms came up to cover your chest as his eyes seemed to take in your whole body at once. “Grimmjow…” you said. Your whole body felt like it was on fire under his stare. 

His grin turned into a softer kind of smile. Still holding his cockyness but much pleasester, more calming. He leaned now, letting his cock glide through your folds as he hovered above you, just a few inches from your face. His arms boxed you in on both sides as he rested them above you. “Tell me little one, do you imagine my cock filling your tight little pussy?” his voice was quieter, lower than before. “Dont be scared, tell me how much you think about me fucking you. Do you think about it at night while everyones asleep?” he pushed. When you struggled to get any words out Grimmjow frowned down at you. He pulled back and grabbed your arms, bringing them to hold his shoulders. “Hold on.” He commanded. 

You knit your browns together in confusion but do as he said and loosely grip his shoulder. All confusion was resolved when he hooked his hands around your thighs and hoisted you up. “Grimmjow!” you squealed, now clinging to him out of fear of falling back. He holds you with both legs at his hips and his cock nestled between your lips.

“Look at your dripping pussy, want my cock stretch you out and fuck you until you come?” He asked, smirking at you as his cock lined up with your waiting entrance. 

You couldn’t deny how wet you were and how this was really turning into a fantasy come true. His words were making you forget your own embarrassment over the situation bit by bit, allowing the cloud of need and desire to start swirling around in your head.

You looked at him through half lidded eyes and nod sheepishly. He smirked and slowly popped the head into your overly excited pussy. He hissed as your pussy gripped him, even with just the tip you could feel how big he was. You gasped at the stretch and clung tighter to his jacked.  “Watch sweet thing.” He said. “Watch my cock stretch you out and fill you up.” he cooed into your eyes. 

Your face flushed when you did as he said and glanced down at his cock slowly sinking into you. He just started and there was still so much of him left and he was thick. You gulped and let out a shaky moan when he got halfway in. “b-big, Grimmjow.” you squeaked out as his cock inches in slowly.

He leaned into your ear and coaxed you through the pain of him. Going slowly and allowing you to catch your breath and adjust when you made a particularly strangled sound. “That's it, little one, relax for me. You're taking my cock so well. Just a bit more. see, there we go.” he soothed attempted to sooth you as his cock felt like it was going to split you in two.

You watched the whole time, his massive cock pushing into you was a sight indeed and you almost couldn't believe it. Your forehead fell into the crook of his neck, just enough so you could still see his cock burying itself in your pussy. You clung to him, panting and gasping as he bottomed out in you. “So full.” you whimpered against him.

Grimmjow took a minute himself to adjust to your tight warm pussy clenching relentlessly around him. You were so tight and the slightest movement had your pussy gripping him like a vice. “Hey, relax please.” His voice was soothing in your ear, calming and low. “You pussy is so tight my cock cant move.” he said, trying to pull back but being met with resistance.

You took a few deep breaths and let your body relax, letting him pull back just enough to get some friction going. For a while that's how he stayed, slowly rocking you into his cock, not pulling out more than half way before sinking back in as deep as he could. Once your whimpers turned into moans of pleasure and he could feel your pussy flutter around him he picked up the pace. “Your doing so well, i think your ready for me to really fuck you now, dont you tink?” he asked, bringing your attention back to him. He grinned and gripped your thighs a little tighter. “I hope so because I can't hold back much longer.” he chimed. 

Youmoaned, feeling his thrust getting harder and faster slowly, working you up to just how much he wants to really ruin your pussy. “Please Grimmjow.” you said, ready for him to do whatever he wanted. He was making you feel so good already, your pussy was making the lewdest sounds in the quiet, dum lighting of your bedroom. 

He smirked and slowed his hips, now slowly rocking into you again. “Please? So needy now, why don't you answer my question from earlier. How much do you think about my cock, how much do you want it?”

You shake your head and hide it in the crook of his neck, a soft whimper leaving your lips. “Grimmjow, please!” you begged. 

He chuckled and stilled you on his cock, keeping himself fully pressed against you. you wiggled in his hold. “You know how to beg me, but you answer a simple question?” he teased. He held you tight as he brought himself to kneel on the bed. He laid you down on your back and came to hover over you, cock still fully buried in your pussy. “Tell me little human, and I'll give you what you need.” he husked, rolling his hips against you and hitting your sweet spot at the same time.

Your pussy fluttered around him as you let your dirty confessions out, no longer able to hold on to any embarrassment. His cock was just too much and it felt too good to deny. “Since the first day.” you felt his cock twitched at your words. “I think about you every night.” you tried to sound more confident but it still sounded like a whimper. 

He brought a hand up to cradle your cheek as he took in your disheveled appearance and rosy cheeks. “Oh sweet thing, should have told me sooner.” he grinned down at you. “I could have made your sweet little pussy feel so good a long time ago.” he said, now starting to thrust his hips back into you at a steady pace. “It’s okay, I got you now.” he cooed as his hips sped up, his hands came down to hold your hips so he could find the best angle and when he did your face contorted into one of pure pleasure. The longer he watched you wither under him and the loader your moans got the more he was fueled to fuck into you faster and harder, never stopping his assault on your sweet spot. The way your pussy pulled him in and strangled his cock was intoxicating and his only goal was to make you cum on his cock so he could feel your pussy around him when you came undone.

You had tears streaming down your face as you gripped his forearms for support as he pounded into you. You babbled nonsense, barely making out more than a few words at once. “Mo-ore, please. So fuu-Aahha~ Grim-mjow!” his breathy name falling from your parted lips was like music to his ears. 

He leaned down with one arm holding himself above you. His lips grazed yours before pushing against them and kissing you. Your eyes blinked shut as he deepened the kiss the same time his cock pressed impossibly deep. You let out a loud needy moan that he eagerly swallowed with his own mouth. Now with full access he slid his tongue past your lips in a claiming kiss.

Your fingers dig into his arms as you feel your pussy begin to spasm. Grimmjow pulls back at the same time with a hiss. “Fuck, gripping me so tight little one, need to come?” he asked, watching you attempt to focus back on his face as your chest heaved and your thighs wrapped around him, locking him in place and allowing him to hit just that little but deeper. He growled and came back down to the crook of your neck. He sucked and bit the skin in a frenzy, wanting to mark you but his own mind was focused on feeling your pussy and listening to your sweet sounds. “You can do it little one, come for me. Let me feel your little pussy squeeze me cock.” he groaned into your neck before sucking particularly hard on a mark he just made. 

Your eyes screwed shut, before you knew it your oragism was hitting you like a ton of bricks. “Grimmjow!” you couldn't help but cry out his name, he was the only thing in your mind as your pussy spasmed around his cock. 

Without slowing down he continued to pound into you. “Fuck, you can take me cum right little human? You’ll let me fill you up?” he practically growled, face still hidden in the crook of your neck. Truly he didn't want you to see just how pussy drunk you were making him.

You whined under him, feeling overstimulated as his cock continued to thrust into you, though his movements have become sloppier, more erratic. “Please, cum in me, want to feel it.” you managed to choke out.

“Fuck” he grit his teeth and slammed his hips into you a few times for you felt his hot seed coat you walls ins spurts. You clung to him, arms holding tight and legs locked firm as he rutted his hips against you, forcing his cum as deep as he could. “Fuck, so good. Taking all of me.” he praised. He ushed himself up with one arm and smirked down at your fucked out face. “Look at you, a mess on my cock.” he mocked but you could tell it wasn't meant to be mean.  

Your eyes focused and your head slowed down. You looked down between your bodies and almost whimpered at the sight of his cum leaking out around his cock. You did whimper when he began to drag his softening cock out of you slowly, letting it drag along your walls as his cum flowed out. He let out a low groan when you were finally empty, your fluids mixing and dripping out of you. 

“Fuck, i cant wait to do this again.” he said, eyes fixed on your glistening pussy. 

Your head snapped to full attention. “Again?” you asked quietly, not sure you heard him right. 

His eyes snapped to yours with a growing smirk before shifting back to your sopping cunt. “Mhhmm.” he almost growled. With two fingers he slid his dripping cum back up and stuffed back into your pussy, pushing in deep as you let out a soft sigh. “I want to see your pussy full of my cum every night.” he said, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to your lips, waiting for you to open them. “Would you like that pretty thing?” You parted your lips slightly and let him slide them between your lips and onto your tongue. 

Your only response was a needy moan around his thick fingers as you tasted your mixed climaxes. How could you say no? This was a fantasy come true.

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