#grimmjow fluff

[justboredtingz]

Bath House Romance

Ngllll i needed some Grimmjow fluff T^T !! work has been hard and tiresome UGH. Grimmjow is just a man (he might be a little OOC here and honestly? Who gafs) this is all fluff there really isn’t any NSFW themes (unless you count convincing him with your tatas to join you then there’s that) BUT ANYWHO—

It’s Late evening. Urahara’s private bathhouse. The water’s hot and fogged over, steam curling in lazy ribbons around stone pillars. Lanterns flicker low against wet tile walls. You’ve spent all day training and preparing for this Quincy war and you honestly just needed a nice hot bath. So after begggginggg Hatman to let you use his nice luxury bath, he gave you the keys. You decided to drag Grimmjow along to enjoy it with you—with Urahara’s permission, of course. You’ve been working together a lot lately, and while neither of you has said anything outright, the tension’s been building. Lingering looks. Offhand compliments that come out a little too rough to be casual. Constant, casual touches that neither of you pull away from. It’s not exactly subtle, and honestly? Everyone around you has probably figured it out before you have.

He stands at the edge of the water, arms crossed over his chest, scowling like you just asked him to kiss a priest.

“This is fucking stupid.”

You sink deeper into the steaming pool, stretching your arms over the edge like a satisfied cat.

“Your back is one massive knot, your shoulder’s bruised, and I literally saw you limping. Get in.”

He grumbles something under his breath but doesn’t move.

“Grimmjow. I will drag you in.”

“Tch. Try it woman.”

You raise an eyebrow.

Then slowly, casually… you rise from the water. It rolls off your skin, and the steam clings to every curve. You grabbed your towel before he could see anything private, but the tiny towel doesn’t cover up as much as you’d like, meaning the tops of your breasts are exposed, right above your nipple. As you walk toward him, dripping wet and feeling somewhat shy, His eyes drop. They stay there.

You stop just in front of him, reach out, and tug his arm.

“What’re you—”

“Trying,” you say sheepishly. He pulls his arm back causing you to fall forward, pressing your breasts against his scarred and tone chest. He looks down at you with the most surprised expression, his face becoming flushed.

He lets you pull him in.

Grumbling. Rolling his neck. He sits with his arms draped on the stone edge, head lulled back with his eyes closed. He’s obviously enjoying himself. After a few minutes of soaking, you couldn’t help but stare at his expression. He still has his usual scowl, but it just appears… softer. His eyebrows aren’t as furrowed and his lips sit in a straight line. you’re compelled to reach out and caress his face, but decide to visually appreciate it instead; don’t wanna mess up a once in a lifetime chance to see a gentle Grimmjow.

You shift beside him, hoping to get closer without distracting him. The water ripples. He opens one eye.

“You still starin’?”

You blink, caught red-handed. His voice is gravelly, rough around the edges, but not sharp. Just… dry. Lazy. Relaxed.

You shrug and send him a genuine smile, “just appreciating.”

He opens his other eye now, head still tilted back but turning just enough to look at you. That one sharp blue eye studies your face for a second. Then?

He huffs a faint breath, almost a laugh.

“Tch. Do what you want.”

You move closer, letting your shoulder barely brush his side under the water. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t lean away. His fingers twitch slightly on the edge of the stone, but that’s all.

“Didn’t know you could relax,” you tease gently, voice lower now. “Thought you were always two seconds away from exploding.”

He snorts. “Still am. Just too hot in here to care.”

Silence settles between you again, comfortable this time. You both stare ahead, steam curling into the air, water shifting around you with the quiet rise and fall of your breath.

Then, softer:

“…You look good like this,” you say.

He turns his head again, eyes narrowing slightly. “Like what?”

You smile without looking at him. “Content.”

There’s a pause.

Then you feel it—his fingers brushing your hair. Twirling it around Just once. Barely there. But it’s enough.

He mutters, almost as if he was embarrassed to say it. Like he didn’t want you to hear it even though you’re only a foot away from him.

“Its because I’m with you.”

Your breath catches. Just for a second.

You don’t say anything else.

You just let your hand fall on his thigh under the water and lean a little closer—basking in the steam, the silence, and the rare moment where Grimmjow lets the world fall away, just long enough to let you in.

The air is thick with heat, some from the bath, most from everything unsaid between you.

Then you feel it again—his fingers brushing your hair, then your cheek. Slower this time. A little braver.

He’s looking at you fully now. No smirk. No scowl. Just quiet focus. Like he’s trying to memorize every inch of your face while he has the nerve.

“C’mere,” he mutters.

You don’t even need to move. You’re already close, sitting under his arm.

But you shift forward anyway, the water curling around both of you as your legs brush, your bodies lined up too easily.

You don’t speak.

You just tilt your chin up—and he meets you halfway.

His lips brush yours.

Soft. Careful. Testing.

both of your eyes are barely open. His half-lidded gaze sends fire down your spine. He’s watching so intensely. Looking for any sign or expression that says ‘I don’t want this.’

Then he kisses you. Firm. Slow.

It’s nothing like the fierce, chaotic kisses you imagined from him. Just desire and longing and the hum of something real blooming quietly between you.

His hand cups your jaw, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Your fingers tighten slightly on his thigh. Your breath hitches against his mouth.

When you finally pull back, you both hover there for a second, foreheads nearly touching.

No teasing. No sarcasm. Just the pulse of your heart in your throat and the ghost of his lips still lingering on yours.

“Took you long enough,” you whisper.

He smirks—just a little.

“Didn’t wanna screw it up.”

And you both laugh, quiet and breathless, tucked in the steam and silence of a moment only meant for the two of you.

[kenpachissluut]

„kitty appreciates some sweet milk & cock.“ <33

BoyfriendGrimmjow who loves to buy you pretty and sexy kitty lingerie sets. Letting you wear a furry black long tail, that is stuck inside of your asshole and some fluffy cat ears, in all black with some sexy nylon thigh stockings. He wants to see you crawl around on the floor for him and meowing to get his attention and of course to get his cock inside of you.

BoyfriendGrimmjow who snuggles sleepily into your soft chest in the early morning, being all grumpy and cute as he doesn’t wants to get up. He demands your attention, wants you to stroke his fluffy hair while he purrs contently into your skin.

BoyfriendGrimmjow who has the habit to spend hours on his hair, especially when he is in his resurrection form. He loves to brush his long blue hair for hours or letting you braid it just for fun. He has the prettiest fluffiest hair you could ever imagine, even prettier than yours.

BoyfriendGrimmjow who massages your feet when you had an rough day at work. You don’t even have to ask him twice, he does it with all his heart. (Secretly having an foot fetish lol) Working on your feet with some scented essential oils, his slender hands gliding over your soles like pure magic.

BoyfriendGrimmjow whose favorite Position is the amazing Full Nelson. Grimmjow likes to be in charge and loves holding you all together with his strong hands, while his cock relentlessly pistons into your poor cunt, making boost his arrogant ego even more. Especially when he sees you falling apart in his arms, filling you up to the brim and make you squirt all over him and his hard length.

BoyfriendGrimmjow who loves to drink some sweet milk. You have to buy atleast 5 packs of milk a week just for him. It’s kinda funny but he really just acts sometimes like a cute little kitten who demands his milk or else he gets all grumpy. More than he already is.

BoyfriendGrimmjow who let‘s you ride his face when he‘s needy as fuck. He grinds your body back and forth on his tongue by gripping your ass tightly and working his magic on you. He slurpes all your juices off from your dripping core, until he makes you cum all over his face. His face is sticky and messy, just ready to dive in again until his mouth gets tired but his cock is ready to fuck you.

BoyfriendGrimmjow who won’t let you go out with skimpy short clothes. He trusts you but he hates how men are ogling your beautiful body. He gets incredibly jealous and would likely love to kill these guys for only looking at you. Poor Boy is trying to behave badly on his animal instincts.

BoyfriendGrimmjow whose dick immediately becomes hard, when he only catches a little glimpse of you. He comes to you pushing you roughly down on your knees, freeing his throbbing thick cock from his pants for you ready to suck. He loves when you go all sloppy and rough, while looking up at him with your innocent teary eyes.

BoyfriendGrimmjow who has an massive kink to breed you every single time he fucks you. He loves seeing you being full with his sticky thick cum, stuffed to the brim and ready to explode. Watching how his sperm slowly drips your thighs and ass down, your puffy swollen pussy aching ready to be fucked again.

BoyfriendGrimmjow who reaches your cervix every fucking time his cock thrust deep into you. It was like his cock was made for your beautiful pussy. Your warm moist walls clenching around his hard length comfortably, while his cock slides perfectly in and out your wet sensitive little hole. He makes you see the universe every time he claims you and your pussy again as his own.

Kenpachissluut writes ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[brittscafe]

I love the idea of Grimmjow being like a overgrown cat

You know the way cat "make biscuits " imagine Grimmjow making biscuits with your chest when he’s laying down with you

Awww, I love this idea too!!! <3

There is no place Grimmjow would rather be than laying on your chest. He adores laying on your chest; listening to your steady heartbeat and resting his head on your chest.

Grimmjow is laying across your body, pressing you farther into the couch cushions.

Your hands are laying flat against his back and his head is nuzzled on your chest, strands of his light blue spiky hair have fallen into his face.

The tiny strands tickle his face and he scrunches his face up. You giggle at the way his facial expression changes so drastically and Grimmjow scowls at you.

His light blue orbs meet yours and he shakes his head, struggling to get his hair out of his face. You chuckle and reach up carefully, your fingers tucking the strands behind his ear.

"Shut up," Grimmjow hisses out, pressing his hands onto your chest.

His large hands start to push into your flesh and slightly pull. His fingers are kneading into your skin gently and a warm smile tugs on your face.

"You're such a baby, Grimmjow," you comment, your voice barely above a whisper. Grimmjow rolls his eyes and scoffs quietly.

You trail your hands up and down his long back. The fabric of his shirt feels smooth as you rub his back and Grimmjow hums quietly.

Grimmjow's weight is pressing down onto your body comfortably and he nuzzles his head onto your shoulder.

"You're the one who's a baby, you brat," Grimmjow mumbles out, fingers gently pressing into your chest. Your body is warm as Grimmjow presses and pulls his hands into your flesh.

The constant movements of his hands makes your muscles relax and your eyelids heavy as you sink down into the couch.

A pleasant smile dances along Grimmjow's face as he glances up at you, seeing you grow more and more sleepy. Your eyes slowly shut and a soft, quiet purr leaves Grimmjow's lips.

His favorite place to be...with you.

[darthwhorecrux]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[angelkiyo]

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who was struggling with his english course and had his professor recommend you; the pretty smart good girl who was at the top of her classes. he didn’t know what to expect. he’s seen you at the front of the class, coming early every lecture. you have a pretty face and was a fucking know-it-all, having him think he’ll be annoyed. however, even though you wore the baggiest clothes imaginable, he felt his eyes entranced simply at the way your hips swayed every time you walked and composed yourself.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, whose ego got the best of him, showing you his prideful smile. you were gentle. too gentle, with your thoughtful explanations to him, even if he was a little stupid compared to you. he was practically wrapped around your finger due to your actions, demeanor, and the fact that he’s passed every test since you’ve started tutoring him. your utter kindness was alluring, speaking ever so softly to him like he didn’t terrorize rushees and the the way you softly said his name drove him insane.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who fakes being confused in order for you to lean closer and explain it. the smirk on his face when he “suddenly gets it” is a dead giveaway, making you giggle, “ohhh, so that’s what you mean. guess i need you to repeat that… one more time, though”. he suggests studying at the frat house for fun. he slightly impressed you when he was able to do a keg stand while you were teaching him something — answering your questions about your lecture excellently. his bros eventually caught wind of his certain fondness for you and teasingly called him a ‘nerd by association’.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who once he began trying to flirt with you, invites you to every party his house hosted. he stays by your side for almost the entirety of the party, with the only time he doesn’t, he tries to impress you with push-up contests or drinking games. he “accidentally” bumps into you on campus, making a big deal on you being “the best fuckin tutor at this school”, earning amused looks from your friends and causing them to leave you.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who gets jealous easily (even though you’re not dating). who sees you casually tutoring somebody else in the library and texts you saying he needs “help. urgent. right now”. and when he does see you, he just happened to see you in the library with somebody else, “teach, you got other students now? i thought i was your favorite” (insert teasing sad face). when in secret, he’d stare daggers at whoever you were tutoring, especially if they smiled at you too much.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who, once he does (surprisingly) ask you out, he shows you off at every party, arm around your waist and chin brushing your shoulder. you don’t need to ask, he’ll give you his fraternity jacket and sweatshirts to wear to your classes and on campus (purposely sprays a shit ton of cologne for his signature scent to be noticeable). he may be very much of a brute to others in his frat, especially in parties with his winning streak in drinking games—but he would be a complete dunce when it comes to romance. he asks his friend from high school, ulquiorra on what to get a girl (who also doesn’t know) which causes him to ask ichigo, who starts making fun of him. overall, to you, it’s the effort that counts.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who likes for you to still tutor him every now and then, even for random classes such as his stats class. he takes enjoyment at the obvious closeness you two have and encourages study dates, only to take you from behind in the library. he enjoys the idea of getting caught with you as you take his cock quietly but surely in a secluded part of the library, enamored with the way you could be so quiet and nerdy yet so alluring. luckily for the both of you, you’re friends with the librarian who lets you borrow the keys for the closet. (if not, he also is into the idea of playing a game where either one of you strip if he gets an answer right).

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lowk wanna indulge more into this but idk … “requests are open!!” i scream as i get taken back into my cell

nsfw ver

[animeficsworld]

Bruised Knuckles And Careful Hands

Grimmjow x Reader

Summary: When a beaten Grimmjow stumbles into your life, you bandage more than just his wounds.

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The first time you see him, it’s past midnight.

You’re closing up the little flower shop you inherited from your grandmother when you hear a thud in the alley behind the building.

You almost don't check. You almost just locked the door and pretended you didn't hear anything.

But something pulls you around the corner.

And that’s when you see him. A man collapsed against the wall, bleeding, torn up like he’s been through hell and came out barely breathing.

Blue hair matted with blood. Jaw clenched. A furious glare that almost knocks the breath out of you.

You freeze.

 He doesn’t.

 He lifts his head just enough to growl, "Walk away."

You don’t.

Instead, you crouch down carefully, arms raised slightly like you’re approaching a wounded animal.

“You’re hurt,” you say softly. “You’ll bleed out if you stay here.”

He bares his teeth at you. "Not your problem."

"Maybe I want it to be," you say before you can think better of it.

 You don’t know why.

 Maybe it’s because something about him doesn’t seem ready to die. 

As if he’s been fighting for something, even if he doesn’t know what anymore.

Or maybe it’s because you see yourself a little too much in the way he leans against the wall like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.

Either way, you step closer.

He doesn’t stop you.

You patch him up in the back room of the flower shop.

There’s not much you can do, but you clean the worst of the wounds, stitch up the ones still bleeding, and press ice to the swelling on his jaw.

 He growls the whole time. Threatens you twice. Nearly smacks the gauze out of your hand.

But he never actually moves to leave.

"You're bad at listening," he grumbles when you tie the last bandage around his ribs.

"And you're bad at saying thank you," you shoot back with a smile.

For half a second, you swear you see it, a flicker of something almost confused in those sharp blue eyes.

 Like he doesn’t know what to do with you.

He scoffs and looks away.

The next night, he’s gone.

You tell yourself it’s for the best.

 You barely know who he is. You don't even know if he's human.

 The smart thing would be to forget it ever happened.

But a week later, when you step into the alley to toss out the trash, you find him again, leaning casually against the wall, a deep new gash across his shoulder.

"You're kidding me," you blurt out.

Grimmjow smirks, the corner of his mouth twitching.

 "You gonna patch me up or what, Sunshine?"

You gape at him. "You literally told me to leave you alone!"

"Changed my mind," he says simply.

And somehow, somehow, you find yourself bringing him inside again.

It becomes a pattern.

Grimmjow shows up and you clean him up, feed him something small because god, the man eats like he’s been starved for years, and let him crash on the battered old couch in the back room.

He doesn't talk much at first. Just grunts, growls, and occasionally insults you with a weird sort of affection.

But you talk.

About the shop. About your boring life. About how you used to think monsters lived under your bed and how now you think monsters aren’t so bad.

Sometimes, when you’re feeling brave, you tease him.

"You know, you could say thank you once in a while," you tell him one night, tossing him a bottle of water.

He catches it effortlessly.

Shrugs. "Didn't ask you to help me."

"No," you agree easily. "You didn’t. But you keep coming back, don't you?"

You think you catch it again, that flicker.

That lost, uncertain thing inside him.

He just grunts and looks away.

But he doesn’t deny it.

It’s raining hard the first time you see him really scared.

 Not for himself.

You're closing the shop late when a low-level Hollow attacks, drawn by Grimmjow’s lingering energy.

You barely see it coming. Just a flash of teeth and claws.

 And then Grimmjow slams into it with a roar that shakes the windows.

He tears it apart in seconds.

When the dust settles, he turns on you, furious.

"You stupid-" He cuts himself off, storming toward you. "You shoulda run! You shoulda hid!"

You open your mouth to argue, but then you see it.

 The way his hands shake.

 Not from anger. From fear.

"You’re bleeding," you say softly, reaching for him.

He flinches.

 For the first time ever, Grimmjow flinches from you.

"I’m fine," he grinds out.

"No, you're not."

You press your hand against his chest, over the place where his heart should be pounding.

 You wonder if it does. You wonder if he even knows anymore.

"You don't have to fight alone, you know," you whisper.

He stares at you.

"I always fight alone," he mutters hoarsely.

"Not anymore," you say.

And somehow, somehow, he lets you pull him into a hug.

 A real one.

 No growling. No pushing away.

Just him and you, holding on like you’re not afraid of him at all.

Maybe you're not.

Maybe you never were.

Grimmjow gets better at saying things without snarling.

One night, after helping you repaint the shop's old shutters, he grumbled the whole time, he mutters under his breath.

"...Thanks."

You blink at him.

 Smile.

Then you kiss his cheek, quick and soft.

Grimmjow turns bright red.

 He huffs. Scoffs. Looks like he’s about to throw himself into traffic just to escape the embarrassment.

But he doesn’t pull away.

And when you reach for his hand, he grips yours back like it’s the only real thing he’s ever known.

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[seneon]

hi I need smooches from Grimmjow???

(I'm sorry this is my main and I'm too lazy to at myself everytime)

Maybe he's feeling touch starved so he initiates the kisses despite being embarrassed 😭

★ needy! grimmjow jaegerjaquez

grimmjow never ever takes the first step to do anything at all. it ruins his pride dirty and stains it with embarrassment. you're always the one doing anything romantic with him, having to be the 'man' in the relationship. sure, men used to go to war and women used to cook and clean. however, you're utterly unsure if you're the husband here or the wife.

either way it shocks you almost everytime where the espada does need some form of love and affection. it could be when you're soso busy trying to finish the tasks that aizen or gin gives you that you forgot to pay attention to your boyfriend who you're convinced doesn't even need attention at this point. it's just a bit more of your tasks and you're done for the day.

however, grimmjow will not allow you to complete them. he graces you with his presence and acts all annoyed and bothered, doing most of the talking and attempting to bring the conversation to something romantic. but he terribly fails.

"grimmy, you know i have to finish up the tasks lord aizen gave me, right?"

"tch. so what? can't you at least look at me for a minute and hear me out?"

your attention on the work came to a halt almost immediately as you look at grimmjow, now fully focused on him. "is something the matter? are you sick? you're flushed."

"i-i'm not sick, you dumb girl!"

gets even more red that it confuses you so much he has to suck every pride he has just to walk up to you and quickly smash his lips onto yours. he's not good with words. if he does speak, they're all strings of profanities. he's more of an action speaks louder than words guy.

so when you realised his intentions, your mind forgot all about completing your work and you're now seated on his lap, allowing him to pamper you with millions of kisses all over despite his pride that breaks with every peck. his hands all over your body too, feeling and touching and tracing anywhere he could grasp.

grimmjow couldn't stop. he's way too addicted to you by now. besides the kisses, he mutters incoherent curses towards aizen who specifically gave you a pile of work to complete. he does not want you to be doing random tasks all day. grimmjow sometimes wants to be spoiled rotten too. especially on days where he craves for your touch.

note. for @imaginingbleach and @heartkaji ♡

© SENEON 2024 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[alzirix]

”Do you think…you would kill for me one day..?”

She asked nervously. It is not like she was used to being so loved deeply by him, but when he heard the question his eyes darken, a dangerous edge to them. He lets out a scoff, a sharp smirk on his lips.

"Kill for you? I would tear down kingdoms, burn down empires, destroy whole worlds for you. There's nothing I won't do if it means keeping you safe."

He pulls her closer, his hand gently tracing her cheek.

"So, yeah. I would kill for you. In a heartbeat."

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[fallenbutterfly-nemesis]

Love & Hate, Part 2

Grimmjow x reader

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Weeks passed without a trace of him, and while you swore it was a relief, a strange sense of irritation gnawed at you. Every rustle, every hollow lurking in the shadows, every shift in the air—your first thought was Grimmjow. You told yourself it was because he was a threat, not because of… anything else. Still, no amount of convincing could shake the feeling that something was missing.

Then, one evening, just as you were wrapping up a mission, you felt that unmistakable, wild spiritual pressure flood the air. Grimmjow. And like clockwork, your pulse quickened, that familiar blend of frustration and thrill surging through you. You’d barely turned around before he appeared right in front of you, arms crossed, smirk locked and loaded.

“Miss me?” he asked, sounding all too pleased with himself.

You sighed dramatically, giving him a deadpan look. “I forgot you even existed.”

“Really?” He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing, testing. “'Cause from the way you’re glaring at me right now, I’d say you missed me a lot.”

You crossed your arms, refusing to back down. “In your dreams. But sure, Grimmjow, if it helps your fragile ego, go ahead and think that.”

He laughed, the kind of laugh that was equal parts genuine and infuriating. “You talk a big game for someone who’s clearly happy to see me.”

You scoffed, your cheeks heating up in betrayal. “What are you even doing here?”

He shrugged, casual as always. “Just passing through. Thought I’d check on my favorite punching bag.” He leaned in, his voice lowering, that smirk daring you to react. “Wouldn’t want you getting soft without me around to keep you sharp.”

“Please. You’re the one who’s gonna get soft if you keep spending all your time lurking in shadows,” you shot back, but your pulse betrayed you, racing as he closed the distance, a touch too close for comfort. “Why don’t you find some other idiot to annoy?”

Grimmjow chuckled, looking at you with an intense, almost unreadable expression. “Nah. None of them are as fun as you.”

For a split second, the air between you shifted, the tension stretching so thick you could practically feel it. You hated how he always had that effect on you, how he knew exactly which buttons to press, how he made it impossible to think straight. But before you could respond, Grimmjow’s expression darkened, his gaze shifting past you.

“Get down,” he muttered, pushing you aside as a blast of energy whizzed by, leaving a scorched mark on the ground. You barely had time to react before a swarm of hollows closed in around you both, their claws and teeth flashing in the moonlight.

Without missing a beat, the two of you fell into a brutal rhythm, fending off the attackers side-by-side. For all his arrogance, Grimmjow fought like no one you’d ever seen—raw, ruthless, and fierce. You found yourself matching his intensity, both of you moving in sync like you’d trained together for years.

“Watch your left!” he shouted, blocking a hollow from blindsiding you.

“I had it covered,” you shot back, slashing through the creature with ease.

“Sure, whatever you say,” he replied with a grin, tearing through another with his bare hands. Blood spattered across his face, and he looked back at you with a wild, almost feral look in his eyes. “Try to keep up.”

When the last hollow fell, you were both left breathing hard, surrounded by the aftermath of the fight. Grimmjow stood there, looking completely in his element, a hint of admiration mixed into his usual cocky stare.

“Not bad, Y/N,” he said, his tone softer than usual. “You might actually be getting stronger.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat in your chest. “I’ve always been strong, Grimmjow. Maybe it’s you who needs to keep up.”

For once, he didn’t fire back. Instead, he looked at you with a curious expression, almost like he was seeing you for the first time. The usual smirk was gone, replaced by something raw, something real.

And then, before you knew what was happening, he stepped forward, closing the space between you with surprising gentleness. He didn’t say a word, just looked at you with that intense, piercing gaze that had always driven you crazy. There was no snide remark, no mocking laugh. Just a silence that seemed to pull you in, the air thick with something you couldn’t quite name.

You were about to say something—anything to break the tension—when he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was somehow both fierce and soft, as if he was testing the waters but daring you to pull away. You should have pushed him back, should have told him off, but somehow, you found yourself kissing him back, caught up in the heat and fire of it all.

When he finally pulled away, he looked down at you with that infuriating smirk back in place, but there was something different behind it this time, a softness that surprised you.

“Guess I missed you after all,” he murmured, before stepping back, that cocky grin once again firmly in place.

You glared at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “Don’t get used to it.”

But as you both walked away from the battlefield, side-by-side, you knew you were both tangled up in something neither of you could quite escape. And maybe, just maybe, you didn’t hate it as much as you pretended to.

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[justboredtingz]

Eggs || Grimmjow x Reader

Although it was a Saturday morning, it was unusually quiet in the house, except for the low hum of the kettle heating on the stove and the faint chirp of birds outside the window.

You stirred in the warm cocoon of your bed, lazily stretching your legs out beneath the tangle of heavy blankets. Your fingers reached across the mattress instinctively, seeking the familiar sprawl of muscle and warmth beside you.

Gone.

A sleepy pout touched your lips. However, it immediately turned into a soft smile once you heard light footsteps padding across the wood floor and the subtle clink of a mug against the counter.

Grimmjow.

You could already feel the way the room seemed to hum when he was near. Like static in the air, electric but oddly soothing. The last few months had been… a strange adjustment. Having him here, in this space that was once entirely yours. Now, his presence was stitched into every corner. His scent lingered on your pillow, his clothes draped haphazardly over the chair, his boots always by the door like he couldn’t be bothered to line them up properly. Such subtle things that, at this point, if they were gone, the entire home would be covered with an emptiness. So, you wouldn’t change a damn thing about it.

You sat up slowly, pulling one of his old shirts over your shoulders and made your way into the kitchen.

The sight that greeted you nearly knocked the breath from your lungs.

Grimmjow stood by the stove, shirtless, low-slung sweatpants riding his hips in a way that should be illegal. His hair was a wild mess of blue, still damp from an early shower. In one hand, he held a chipped mug of coffee, and in the other… a battered spatula, poking rather violently at a pan of eggs that looked both overcooked and under-stirred.

He hadn’t noticed you yet.

His brows were drawn together in deep concentration, jaw clenched tight, the faintest growl of frustration rumbling in his throat. He was trying. The sight of this lethal, sharp-edged man, known to tear apart enemies without a blink, utterly perplexed by scrambled eggs was… heartbreakingly endearing.

You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a lazy smile tugging at your lips.“if you fought as bad as you cooked, you definitely wouldn be dead by now,” you teased softly.

Grimmjow’s head snapped up. His wild gaze met yours—startled, then defensive, then something softer flickering beneath the ice.

“Tch, whatever,” he muttered, stabbing at the eggs with renewed vigor. “Ain’t like you were up to do it.”

You pushed off the doorframe and padded toward him, wrapping your arms around his bare waist from behind. The heat of his skin bled into yours, warm and solid. He stilled for a beat, the tension in his shoulders melting the second he felt your touch.

“Mmm… you’re up early.” You nuzzled into his back, inhaling the faint scent of soap and smoke that always clung to him.

“Couldn’t sleep. Too fuckin’ quiet without ya movin’ around.”

Your heart clenched at how easily he said things like this now. Months ago, Grimmjow would’ve spat and denied he gave a damn about your absence. Now he admitted it freely, not even bothering to hide the rough affection in his voice.

You pressed a few kisses between his shoulder blades, earning a soft grunt from him.

“I like waking up to you here,” you murmured.

“Hmph. You better,” he said, smirking faintly. “Ain’t goin’ anywhere anytime soon.”

Grimmjow set the spatula down and turned in your arms, picking you up and setting you down on the kitchen island. He placed his hips right between your thighs, his eyes sweeping over your tousled appearance. You felt his rough fingers brush beneath your chin, tilting your face up.

“Look at ya,” he rasped. “All soft in the mornin’. I could eat you up instead of this damn food.”

Heat pooled low in your belly.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

A low, playful grin spread across his lips. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that started rough—teeth grazing, breath hot—but melted into something deep and slow. His hand tangled in your hair, the other anchoring your waist possessively.

You broke away breathless, fingers clutching at his arms.

“Grimm—your eggs,” you gasped between kisses. The skillet started to burn, causing smoke to rise to the ceiling.

“Fuck the eggs,” he growled against your neck. “I got better things to taste.”

You laughed, the sound spilling bright and unguarded in the kitchen. And oh, how he looked at you when you laughed—like he wanted to pin the sound to his chest and keep it there.

But still, you gently pressed your palm against his chest, firm enough to make him stop��though not without a reluctant scowl. You hopped down off of the counter and threw the definitely burned eggs away.

“Later,” you promised, voice low and teasing. “Let’s actually eat first. Then you can devour me all you want.”

Grimmjow grunted, but willing to play your game.

“Fine. But you’re makin’ the damn eggs this time.”

You chuckled, swiping a kiss off the corner of his mouth.

“You don’t have to do anything but keep your shirt off.”

[kenpachissluut]

ꨄ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez Headcanons ꨄ

Grimmjow absolutely goes crazy when you suck his dick. Especially when you are acting like a little sweet kitty, crawling at his feet, drooling and gagging all over his cock till you look up at him with teary begging eyes and mouth stuffed with his cum.

Grimmjow loves your tits. and your ass. But especially your tits, he would grope and touch them all day, he would also oil them up at any chance. he would tease your nipples and sucking them like he would on a lollipop. He would also definitely fuck them.

Grimmjow loves it seeing you all dressed up in a cute kitty lingerie. Cat ears, tails and all the stuff. Bonus point if you meow and crawl around to get his attention to him finally fuck you.

Grimmjow is an mean, rough bastard, this is a fact but he will always take care of you. No matter what you need or when you need him, he is always there for you.

Grimmjow loves when you ride his dick. He loves being the one in control but he can’t resist when his favorite kitty bounces his dick up and down.

Grimmjow will be rough when it comes to Sex but he can also be gentle sometimes when he‘s in the mood for it. Cuddles and Aftercare he will always do after the act just for you.

Grimmjow has fucking endless Stamina, he would pound your poor pussy all night and even longer. He won’t stop until you tell him to stop.. but only after you and him are fully satisfied.

Grimmjow is jealous as hell. Even if a man only looks at you he will go nuts, he hates it when you talk to any kind of man and if he catches you, he’ll definitely punish you.

Grimmjow could eat your pussy all day. He loves it so much but what he loves even more when you are doing 69. So you can suck his fat long dick and he can eat your sweet pussy.. and maybe your ass. And trust me, he eats you out like a starved animal.

⋆˚ lunaeanima 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[brittscafe]

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲

Pairing: Grimmjow x fem! reader.

Summary: Fem! reader experiences their first Valentine's Day with Grimmjow and after, tries to get the other arrancars on board.

Request: So glad to see your requests are back open!! You’ve been missed 😔🩵 In the spirit of valentines, could we get a Grimmjow x reader (fem!reader preferably), where it’s his first experience with Valentine’s Day? I feel like trying to get any of the arrancars (save maybe Nel) on board with valentines is a train wreck waiting to happen 🤣

A/n: I'm so glad to see all the requests come in! Aw, I've missed all of you too! There might be a little suggestive content in this, but I can't help it. Grimmjow makes me feral 😭 I hope you enjoy! <3

Content: SFW, Valentine's Day, profanity, a tad of suggestive content.

Pink and red are the only colors Grimmjow is seeing today and he's not sure how to feel about it. This year, Grimmjow and you decided to celebrate Valentine Day's this year.

Therefore, you made it your job to decorate Las Noches with pink and red Valentine's Day decorations.

The arrancars are at the table, taking in the new decorations.

"How long will all this last?" Starrk sighs out, propping his elbows up on the table.

"Just a day," you reply.

"Good, I can't stand looking at these happy colors. Makes me want to throw up," Ulquiorra explains with disgust, his upper lip curling up a tad.

Harribel glares over at Ulquiorra shakes her head. "I think it's...somewhat nice, y/n," she comments and a smile tugs on your face.

"Thanks...I guess," you mumble out. At least one of them is trying to enjoy it. Grimmjow stands besides you and throws an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him.

"The rest of you should appreciate the effort y/n put into this human holiday," Grimmjow retorts harshly, his blue orbs piercing the other arrancars.

Nnoitra rolls his eyes with annoyance and slumps over in his chair as Luppi nods her head. Grimmjow glances down at you and his eyes instantly soften.

"Come on," you whisper, turning your back and walking off, tugging on his large hand. Grimmjow follows you down the hall and into your shared room.

Grimmjow's eyes widen as he takes in all the decorations around the room. There's candles lit in almost every corner, bringing warmth to the room and there's red and pink balloons in the air.

"So...this is what humans do," he explains, nodding his head. You giggle and your eyes move over to the bed. There's red petals on them and a gift bag...that you didn't put there.

"Wait...Grimmjow, did you do this?" you ask, pointing at the petals and a grin forms along his pale face.

"I mean, you told me what the humans do for this holiday. Decorate and get each other gifts. It is the holiday of love after all," he speaks gently, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

As much as Grimmjow wants to yack from uttering those words, he knows it means a lot to you.

You smile widely up at him, cheeks becoming warm from his intense, passionate stare.

"Awww, Grimmy, that's so cute. You really did your research," you exclaim, heart pounding with excitement. You throw your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly.

Grimmjow smiles, bowing his head down into the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply.

You jump as a loud pop coming from the gathering room, ratters your eardrums. The two of you pull away from each other, hearts racing from the sudden, loud noise.

Grimmjow snarls underneath his breath and glances towards the door.

"Damn it, Ulquiorra," he hisses out, baring his teeth. You chuckle and place your hand on Grimmjow's cheek, turning his face back towards you.

Your hand is soft and warm on his cheek. He relaxes in your touch and softly purrs as you run your fingers through his electric blue hair.

Grimmjow steps back, the back of your legs hitting the bed as the two of you fall down into it. You giggle as your back sinks into the plush mattress and Grimmjow climbs on top of you, tucking his arm underneath your head.

He dips his head down and presses soft, wet kisses along your neck as his other hand feels the curve of your waist. A chill runs down your spine from his kisses and he lets out a chuckle into your neck.

His warm breath along your neck, makes goosebumps form along your arms.

"You're so beautiful, my pretty little Valentine," he grumbles as your body heats up. He lifts his head up from your neck, eyes meeting yours with lust.

You grab onto his face, pulling his face down to yours and capturing your lips with his. Grimmjow's cheeks turn slightly red as the smacking of your lips echoes in the room.

His hand slips underneath your shirt and squeezes the fat flesh. You giggle into his lips, slowly pulling away from the kiss.

"You do realize I'm ticklish, right?" you ask as Grimmjow runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Sorry," he huffs out, plopping his head on your chest and resting it there.

"So, same time, next year?" you ask and Grimmjow nods his head.

"Yes, please," he mumbles out as your fingertips comb through his hair and he purrs ever so softly.

Suddenly, another balloon pops and the two of you gasp, bodies jittering from the loud sound.

"Damn you, Ulqiuorra," Grimmjow hisses out and a chuckle bubbles up from your chest.

[angelkiyo]

MAKE A FRAT BOY GRIMMJOW NSFW HCS ILL GIVE YOU MY FIRST BORN

a/n: LMAOOO yesss! loved writing for grimmjow ty for this ask ml ☺️💕 lowkey this isn’t even “frat boy!” but more so in general butttt shhhhh — original post<3

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⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who is as bold in bed as he is in person. giving you his cologne sprayed jackets and his shirts is one thing. but hickies? that man LOVES to mark you while having sex, strategically putting hickies all around your neck so people know he fucks you good. it’s the cherry on top when you’re at a party and a guy attempts to hit you up, only to be met with your neck scattered with hickies and grimmjow holding you, arms around your waist as he practically stares daggers at the poor guy.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who is an insane fucking tease in bed and definitely not vanilla. while he loves to give you pleasure and goes off on making sure you feel good, he loves going that extra mile. he’s the type to be really into edging until you practically cry and beg. in the rare moments where you likes to tease him yourself by “flirting” with other people, he gives you payback by thrusting into you at such a slow pace, that it has you in tears due to overstimulation, making him grip your hips in place to stop attempting to grind on him yourself for self-induced pleasure.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who is in love with having you suck him off. he loves how your cute doe eyes look up at him while you suck and gag on his cock. he likes to guide you, slightly tugging at your hair while doing so and praises you, “taking it so goddamn good”. he mutters filthy nothings while you’re a mess, barely keeping it together with your mascara streaked, lip gloss smeared onto his cock and everywhere but your lips.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who loves to feel you up. he likes ass and tits, and don’t get him started on your beautiful legs and hips. he loves to play with your tits while in missionary, cowgirl, or lotus position. while at the same time, he likes to see your ass bounce against his abdomen every time he fucks you dumb and enjoys slapping your ass every time you’re on all fours. he’s really into worshipping your body and kissing every part of you. to him, you’re a beautiful sculpture of a woman that deserves to be fuckin’ praised. he likes to brag about you and how “fuckin’ gorgeous” his girl is.

speaking of which… ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who loves cowgirl and you dominating. don’t even get him started on that position. he’s no virgin or prude and he is a massive, prideful, obnoxious prick to everyone, don’t get him wrong, but there’s something about you dominating him while riding him that just makes him feel so restless. his ego swells up every time you ride him to whatever pace you’re feeling that. he’s comfortable with you to let you get the reins and loves muttering every praise in the book when you do so.

[witchmachi]

grimmichi slow dancing and smooching hrrrnnnrrhgggg <3333

drawn from “tell you, babe, i’m-” by blooddrool on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55370365 read it 🔫

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

Could you please do a hc for ulquiorra and Grimmjow separately where they have a flirty s/o. I love your writing sm and I hope your doing well 😙

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Ulquiorra Cifer and Grimmjow Jaegerjaques with A Flirty s/o Headcanons:

Fandom: Bleach

genre: SFW Headcanons

Rated: G

warnings: None!

Admin Harmony🐯: Sounds pretty cute! Hope you enjoy it~.

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⚬ "What the Hell are you even talking about?"

⚬ Grimmjow will be so confused by the concept of flirting. 

⚬Since he is an arrancar and mating and flirting isn't a thing in his culture flirting will not be effective to him at first. 

⚬So you will have to explain to him what is flirting and why humans do it. 

⚬"That's stupid."

⚬ Yes, he will think that flirting is stupid especially if you are still doing it after you guys are together. 

⚬ "If flirting is use for courtship then what's the point in doing it if we are together now???" 

⚬You will have to explain to him why humans have to do it while they are still together. 

⚬"Oh."

⚬ So now he will at least give it a try because now he is kind of amused by it. 

⚬ I'm gonna be honest, he sucks at flirting…BAD.

⚬Like he has the foundation of flirting but lack the elegance of it. 

⚬He will compliment something like your eyes but compare it to something ugly. 

⚬"Your eyes are as brown as mud." 

⚬Or he will say something that is mortifying but seems like a compliment. 

⚬"You look so good today I could eat your soul up." 

⚬You might have to teach him how to properly flirt with him because if you tell him to stop he will do the exact opposite and he might purposely badly flirt with you just to tease or annoy you. 

⚬Grimmjow isn't a naturally good with flirting  but if you teach him well enough then he will get

⚬Once Grimmjow knows the concept of flirting he might become a bit more flustered with it. 

⚬But he will definitely like it because it is such an ego boost to him. 

⚬Tell him how strong he is, how much he is good fighter, how nice is abs are, call him handsome, and he will enjoy it too much. 

⚬Especially if you do it in a sultry voice and rub his pecks and abs while doing it a grin will appear on his face.

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⚬If you think that Grimmjow is dense when it comes to flirting you KNOW my guy is. 

⚬He will be even more confused and disgusted in what you were doing. 

⚬"....what are you doing?" 

⚬Again, you will have to explain to him in even more detail what flirting is and why humans do it. 

⚬"That is such a useless human habit to have. Why put forth effort when we are already courted?"

⚬Again, you will have to explain it to him in even more detail as to why humans still do it even though they were courted.

⚬He still thinks it's stupid and don't expect him to entertain you by flirting because he will refuse it. 

⚬At first, if you keep on being flirty with him he will be annoyed by it.

⚬ he will tell you that flirting is a useless behavior and will advise you to stop because it wont affect him at all. 

⚬now it will have to a mission to make ulquiorra blush due to your flirting. 

⚬don't be overly vulgar with him when it comes to flirting, he will think its disgusting. 

⚬instead compliment him on something but in an elegant way. 

⚬"Your eyes are as beautiful as emeralds."

⚬"Why would you compare my eyes to a rock?" he will say that but deep down he is low key flattered that you think his eyes are pretty. 

⚬*cough would gift you an emerald ring or necklace that is as green as his eyes cough*

⚬touching him and sensually kissing will also greatly effect him as well.

⚬since he is so sensitive to touch it wont take too long to make him blush as well.

⚬he will eventually get use to his s/o flirting but he wont admit how much he secretly likes it you just have to pay attention to him.

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