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⛓Feral Possession: Chapter 34⛓

Devour You, Devour Me

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~5.2k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Sub!Switch!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Small Dom/Big Sub, Praise, Handjob, Anal Fingering, Pegging, Mating Press, Cum, Strap gets referred to as a cock Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used.

Summary: Grimmjow finds a new kink.

A/N: Happy Halloween! Why not peg your demons to celebrate 🫀

You can also read it on AO3!

Masterlist | Chapter 34:

It was quiet other than the TV playing and the sound of Dagur softly snoring on the couch beside me. Grimmjow sat on the floor in front of me while watching the TV, and Nel was out for the time being. Having the demon sitting between my legs, I was brushing out his long hair.

It was so soft that I was tempted to bury my face into it. Refraining from doing so, I set the brush aside and reached toward the crown of his skull to collect three parts of his hair. Flipping the strands to start a braid, I could still sense a quiet tension in the air.

This tension had been present whenever Grimmjow and I were alone now ever since Nel mentioned how Grimmjow seemed happy. I couldn't help but think Nel must've said more after I retreated to the office and that was the source of the tension.

Regardless, Grimmjow continued to sleep by my side and allowed me to show affection. So I couldn't figure out where this feeling was coming from.

I continued to braid his hair in silence, gathering up more hair as I went further back over his skull. I so badly wanted to ask him about it, but I didn't want to step on a trigger I wasn't aware of and set him off.

"Stop it." Grimmjow broke the silence.

"Stop what?" I paused to let him answer.

"I can feel how you're looking at me." His tone was low and steady.

"I have to look at you to braid your hair."

"Just fuckin' ask." Grimmjow's voice still didn't change, and I glanced to the side while thinking.

"Are you....okay?"

"Fine." His tail thumped against the floor.

"I find that hard to believe."

"Too bad."

"....Please. What's wrong?" My question was answered by silence as my fingers twisted his hair together. His gaze remained on the TV, and he didn't move an inch.

"You."

"What did I do?" I kept my voice calm as unease grew.

"Exist."

"I don't follow."

"Being stuck here with you has changed me." Grimmjow's ear twitched when Dagur sighed in his sleep. "And I'm not sure I like it. I'm not sure I dislike it, either. I'm still strong. I can still kill. So I don't know."

"Is this coming up from your talk with Nel?" I asked, and he tensed.

"How much did you hear?"

"I don't have heightened senses. I can't hear you two in here from the office." I saw the tension in his shoulders ease. "So it is from that talk?"

"Yeah."

"But you already knew you'd changed."

"To a degree."

"....Do you want my help?"

"No."

"If you change your mind, just let me know." I kissed the top of his head, and he leaned back to look up at me.

"Do you think I'm more dangerous now?"

"I wouldn't know for certain. Why?"

"That werewolf exorcist said I was more dangerous." He muttered as I tied off his long braid. "But I didn't even kill him. I would've before."

"Grimmjow, I don't think that's what he was talking about." I saw his brows furrow more. "You're very powerful and highly destructive. You showing restraint even when you were that angry shows that you can learn and adapt." I softly sighed and gently cradled his face. "Having your power more focused can make you an even bigger threat to them."

"But I'm stuck here."

"For now. The rules change when I die, and for you, that time may pass rather quickly." Grimmjow had a rather serious expression while looking up at me. Brushing my thumbs over his cheeks, I then kissed his forehead. "I think I'm gonna go upstairs for a bit. I'm tired of TV right now."

Patting his shoulders, I got him to move so that I could get up from the couch. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away until I was out of sight. Going upstairs, I paused when I reached my bedroom.

Grimmjow was already face down in the middle of the bed with his head shoved into a pillow. His tail curled from one side to the other lazily.

"What? Decided you wanted a nap instead?"

"Mm."

"Are you pouting?" I crawled onto the bed, and he softly growled.

"I'm not pouting."

"Mm." I hummed while swinging my leg over his hips to sit on him. Moving his braid to the side, I then ran my hands up his back. "Do you want to go out for a bit? We can go to the park to give you some space to clear your head."

"No." His response surprised me since he never turned down the chance to leave the house. "I want to figure this out."

"All right, then." I began to massage his shoulders that felt so tense beneath my hands.

"What are you doing?"

"Touching you."

"No shit."

"Then why ask?" I chuckled and added pressure to my hands. Grimmjow softly purred and gradually relaxed.

"That....feels good." He sighed, making me smile.

"Shall I continue, my king?"

"Mmm. Yes." His purring got louder as my hands went a little lower. Massaging his shoulder blades and his back, he even leaned into my touch. His face never once lifted from the pillow it was shoved in.

The tension from before actually began to fade as he purred and lazily stretched. My hands molded around the muscles of his back and made deep, circular motions in certain areas. My thumbs trailed along his spine as his back arched into my touch like a cat.

It was quiet other than his rumbling purr. I felt a soft smile on my lips and went down his spine again. His tail twitched when my hands brushed over his lower back. I wouldn't lie, this was making me feel better as well.

Knowing the offness lately wasn't from something I did wrong helped. And the fact that Grimmjow was still allowing me to touch him was a good sign.

Leaning over, I kissed his shoulder and his neck. He slightly tilted his head to indicate that he wanted more. Chuckling, I planted a few more kisses on his neck.

Sitting back up, I went to massage his lower back. His purr mixed with a contented groan as he arched into my touch. I gave an amused scoff and went a little lower.

Grimmjow's ass propped up with his tail swaying in my face, making me laugh as I tried to get it out of the way. Looking back down, I stared at the base of his tail. I began to wonder if he would also like being touched there like the rest of his back.

My fingers went through the short, blue fur to massage the muscles around the base of his tail. Grimmjow purred even louder while arching his back to press into my hand just like a cat would. His tail flicked and brushed under my jaw, but my gaze dropped just a little lower to his ass being hugged by his tight pants.

I wasn't sure he realized how his movement now made his butt rub against me. Curling my fingers around the base of his tail, he jolted but didn't pull away. Stroking his tail, my other hand continued to massage his lower back.

My jaw clenched with my eyes glued to his ass. I didn't think I'd get worked up over something so small. The way he rocked into my touch gave me a peek of his balls pressing against the fabric of his pants. My hands on his lower back slid down to squeeze his ass.

Leaning over again, I kissed behind his ear. My fingers traced the crease between his ass and thigh before I spoke.

"How do you feel?" Instead of answering, Grimmjow grabbed my wrist to pull my hand away from his tail. He took my hand and placed it against his lower stomach before going down further. My fingers had to curve as he made me feel his erection.

Swallowing, I pressed my hips against his ass. At least I wasn't the only one excited by the change in mood.

"Do you wanna try something new?" I muttered, and there was a quiet pause.

"....You're thinking about fucking my ass again, aren't you?"

"Yes." I rested my forehead against his shoulder. "You're just so pretty and your ass is so soft."

"What makes you think I'd be interested?"

"Dunno. But it wouldn't kill me to ask and see." I muttered, and there was another quiet pause. Grimmjow then tilted his hips to press his ass into me further. The pressure made me take in a sharp breath.

"It better feel good or I'll rip your throat out."

"I'll do my best." I perked up and started kissing his neck again. Slipping my hands under his shirt, I pushed it higher up his back. "Your back is so pretty, too." I muttered before peppering kisses over his bare shoulder blades.

Dropping his shirt to the side, I then grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled them down. I kissed along his spine and nipped his cheek as his paws slid out of his pants. I drew back to lean over the side of the bed. Pulling out the box from underneath, I opened it up and grabbed a bottle of lube from the top.

I felt Grimmjow move on the bed behind me before crawling over to lay on my back.

"Which one do you want me to use?" I asked while bringing the dildos for the strap into view.

"You want me to pick?" He made a face while looking over my shoulder.

"Well, yeah. I'm not the one it's going into. So....pick." I felt his hand slide into my pants before pushing them down. Grimmjow groped my ass while looking at the toys, his expression hard to read. He finally pointed at one after a moment of silence.

It wasn't the smallest one but also wasn't one of the bigger ones either. Dropping the rest back into the box, I fished out the harness.

"I'll start with my fingers to see how that feels first, okay?"

"Whatever."

"You say whatever, but your dick is still hard." I popped off, and Grimmjow didn't respond as his ears turned back. I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Get comfortable." Grimmjow pulled away from me and laid on his stomach with his face in the pillow again.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I then tossed it to the side. I grabbed the harness to strap it on, tightening it around my hips and thighs. Popping open the cap of the lube, I could feel my heart pounding with excitement.

Grimmjow's backside was gorgeous even if he was pretending to be barely interested. Running my hand up the back of his leg, I squeezed his upper thigh just beneath his ass. His tail twitched up, and I kissed his lower back.

"Raise your hips." Grimmjow huffed in response but shifted to put his ass in the air. The position spread him enough to show his asshole with his balls and hard dick dangling between his thighs.

Squirting lube onto one of my hands, I then palmed his cock and stroked along the shaft. Grimmjow groaned into the pillow as my fingers circled his glans and rubbed over the corona. I watched his tail sway and gently grabbed it after setting down the lube. His hips bucked as I stroked the base of his tail and his dick.

Listening to him grunt made my gut stir. His muscles twitched before he reached up to clutch the pillow while purring deep in his chest. My fingers ran over the head, caressing his skin slicked by lube before running over his slit.

Grimmjow bucked again, starting to slowly fuck into my hand with his tail curling from one side to the other.

"Feels good?"

"Yeah." Grimmjow's voice was nearly a growl, and my hand slid to the base of his cock. I could feel his heavy pulse against my palm. My hand then lightly squeezed his balls, getting Grimmjow to groan again.

Letting go of his tail, I picked the lube back up to get more on my fingers. Grimmjow tensed when he felt my fingers circle his asshole.

"Try to relax, okay? I promise I'll be gentle."

"I'm not fuckin' fragile." He growled, and I smiled while kissing his back.

"I know. I just want to make sure you feel good, kitten." I said before pushing one finger through the tight ring of muscle. Grimmjow grunted with discomfort but didn't tell me to stop. I went slower, gradually sliding my finger deeper. When I reached my knuckle, I began to slowly pump my finger.

Given other similarities Grimmjow had to human anatomy, I could only guess he might have a prostate as well. If so, where was it?

I got my answer when Grimmjow jolted and clenched around my finger, his breath catching with his claws flexing. Quirking up a brow, I tried to find the spot again and succeeded when his tail curled as he rocked back into my hand. Curling my finger to add more pressure, Grimmjow moaned into the pillow and arched his back.

"What the fuck?!" He whispered under his breath with his knuckles turning paler from how hard he clutched the pillow.

"Looks like you do have a prostate, kitten." I cooed before easing in another finger. I was still slow in sliding my fingers in and out of his ass, stroking over the spot that made him twitch and clench. Leaning over, I kissed his shoulders and beneath his ear. "Just think....if this is how my fingers feel, imagine how good my cock will feel." I whispered, and his ears turned back.

His muscles flexed and rolled beneath his skin as I curled my fingers into his prostate again. When I leaned back, I saw how he stretched around my fingers and his cock was leaking precum onto the blanket.

My other hand grabbed his ass and squeezed, massaging the flesh beneath my palm as the demon groaned. Heat pooled between my thighs as I throbbed with arousal. Grimmjow was just so damn sexy with his ass in the air, back arching into the mattress, and his hips rocking back into my hand.

I wasn't even sure he was aware that he was doing it.

"Want me to keep going?"

"Like I give a shit." He hissed with his tail flicking.

"Grimmjow." My tone was firm. His ears were flat against his skull.

"....Yes."

"Gimme a sec." I pulled my fingers free and reached for the dildo waiting to the side. Getting it into the O-ring of the harness, I then smeared lube over the silicone. "All right. If you need me to stop at any time, just tell me."

Lining up the dildo with his ass, I eased the tip in. Grimmjow grunted, and I inched in deeper. Holding his hips, I watched the silicone toy disappear into his ass. When my hips were flush against his body, he let out a shaky breath.

My body was practically vibrating with excitement. His tail lifted itself out of the way, brushing against my chest and under my chin.

"Not too big?"

"I'm fine." He snapped, and I couldn't help but smile. Slowly pulling out, I held his hips in place to thrust back in. Grimmjow's breath shook as I kept a steady, gentle pace.

He groaned at the back of his throat with his claws digging into the pillow. Every time I bottomed out, I ground my hips into his ass, getting pressure against my throbbing clit. My grip on his hips tightened as I took in a deep breath.

"You call that fucking? It's pathetic." Grimmjow snarled, but he didn't even lift his face from the pillow.

"I wanted to make sure you could handle it first." I chuckled. "I guess I can pick up the pace now." Snapping my hips forward, Grimmjow let out a loud moan that made my skin tingle.

Oh, I was going to ruin him.

I thrust a few more times, watching him writhe beneath me as he grunted through clenched teeth. The curve of his spine as his ass rocked back into me had me in a trance. The sounds he tried to muffle and hide made me want to make it impossible for him to keep quiet.

Grabbing his braid, I pulled his hair hard enough to lift his face out of the pillow as he yowled.

"Yeah? My cock feel that good, kitten?" I smiled, and he cursed under his breath. "Listen to you. I don't think I've heard you like this before." I held his braid in a firm grip as my fingers dug into his hip.

My hand on his side traveled up his back, following the curves of his body with his skin feeling so warm beneath my fingers. I leaned over to kiss the side of his neck. He tilted his head to the side, giving me more access as he purred.

"Good boy." I whispered and kissed some more. Putting his braid over his shoulder, I grabbed his hip and let my other hand travel down his stomach. I felt the trail of blue hair under his belly button as my lips brushed over the back of his neck.

I peppered kisses while listening to him moan. I could feel my arousal leaking down my thighs as I was grinding against his ass. My jaws parted, scraping my teeth over the back of his neck before biting down.

Grimmjow reacted so viscerally, crying out with his voice breaking and his ass pressing against me. His claws tore into the pillow.

"Mmm. Who knew you could act like a bitch in heat?" I muttered into his skin before licking where I'd bitten him.

"Fuck off!" Grimmjow hissed while reaching down to grab my arm. He shoved my hand closer to his cock since it was only resting on his stomach. However, I didn't touch him where he wanted me to.

Biting the back of his neck again as I thrust in deep, he cursed with his voice cracking. Grimmjow let go of my arm to stroke his own dick that was being neglected.

"Put your hands on the pillow, Grimmjow." He tried to fight the command, but the compulsion was stronger, forcing him to let go of his leaking cock as he growled.

"What the fuck?!"

"I'm gonna make you cum from just my cock, sweetheart." My voice was low before I pulled out. Flipping the demon onto his back, I was greeted with a wonderful sight.

His pupils were blown wide, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths, and his face flushed red. Grimmjow's ears turned back as I grabbed his thighs to hoist them onto my hips. I poured some more lube onto my dick before thrusting back into his sensitive hole.

Grimmjow's back arched off the bed as his muscles flexed. I held his hips in both of my hands, watching his expression twist with pleasure. His fangs were on full display with every moan. His cock bounced against his stomach from every thrust I gave.

He was gorgeous and feeding something primal within me.

Forcing Grimmjow into a mating press, his flexibility allowed me to do it with ease. My cock went deeper as he looked at me with wide eyes. His moans and the slick sounds of me fucking him drove me wild. His pretty blue eyes in seas of black were locked on me for a few seconds before looking down.

He watched me fuck him while his own dick bounced and leaked precum on his stomach. Grimmjow whined at the back of his throat, his eyes rolling back before they closed as the headboard thumped against the wall. He was falling apart....and I fucking loved it.

He grabbed my shoulders roughly, claws digging into my skin with his thighs shivering. I kissed him, devouring the moans he made with my tongue gliding against his. Grimmjow sounded animalistic and needy.

One of his hands slid up my neck to the back of my head, tangling in my hair while deepening the kiss. When we pulled away for air, saliva still connected our mouths until finally being stretched too thin.

"You're doing so good." I purred as my nose brushed against his. "Look at how you take my cock, sweet boy. Fucking perfect." Panting as our breaths mixed, I looked down to watch my dick piston in and out of his ass. His balls bounced with his pretty cock straining, having a prominent vein on the underside.

Shifting my hips, Grimmjow bucked with his paws flexing, his hooked claws shooting out. I maintained that angle, striking his prostate over and over as he moaned and growled. He tried pulling me closer as his legs shook more.

Grimmjow's voice pitched higher before turning into a roar that shook me to the bone. With his fangs bared and his eyes shut tight, he came. His cock and balls twitched with each spurt of cum shooting out over his chest and stomach.

Only at the last dribble did I finally slow down. Rutting against him, I bit my bottom lip while focusing on the pressure against my clit. I thrust a few more times to hit my own peak, and my cock buried deep in his ass milked a few more drops of cum from his dick.

Panting, I looked down at the messy state Grimmjow was in. I was tempted to keep fucking him and make him cum on himself more, but I had a feeling that might be too much for his first time.

Slowly pulling out, I guided his legs back onto the bed. Kissing Grimmjow's red face, I saw how his eyes were glued to his body. He looked stunned at the cum splattered on his skin.

"I'll start the shower so it's warm for you." I kissed his temple.

"No. I'll do it myself." Grimmjow suddenly got up and went to the bathroom. His ears were turned back, and the bathroom door slammed shut.

Sitting on the bed while looking toward the bathroom, I tried to figure out what his reaction meant. Was he just surprised he could cum untouched? Or had I gone too far?

Dragging myself out of bed, I wiped my face while lumbering down the hallway to the stairs. Grimmjow hadn't been in bed when I woke up, but I could hear things moving around in the kitchen and figured it was him. I went down the stairs and saw him putting together coffee.

"Morning." Coming up behind him, I kissed his cheek while grabbing his ass. Grimmjow jolted with his eyes going wide as he crushed the coffee creamer in his grip. I paused while looking up at him.

His eyebrows were deeply furrowed, making him look angry. Except his wide eyes and blushing cheeks said otherwise.

"You okay?"

"Fine." He hissed and tossed the destroyed creamer bottle into the sink. His ears were flat against his skull as his tail flicked.

"Hey-" He turned away from me, and I sighed through my nose. Running my hand through my hair, I rested my other hand on my hip. "Look, if I went overboard yesterday....I'm sorry." Grimmjow froze. "I-"

"Shut up."

"What?"

"Shut up." His tone cut deep.

"What's wrong?"

"I said shut up!" Grimmjow growled a warning with his hands balling into fists at his sides.

"Grimmjow, just talk to me." I reached out toward him, hoping he would just tell me what was going on. Then I realized too late that I had said his name with a command, the compulsion acting faster than I could take it back.

"I want you to do it again." He blurted out while catching my wrist to stop me from touching him. We both froze, looking at each other without saying another word. His face turned a darker shade of red as my gaze drifted down.

He had an erection.

"....Oh." Was all that I could manage to say. Another second of silence passed before I pushed Grimmjow up against the island. His hands grabbed the edge of the counter as he looked down at me. I stood between his legs while holding his hips and looked up at him. "Why not just tell me that?"

His mouth opened to respond, but no noise came out.

"Aw, is it your pride? Too ashamed to admit you liked getting fucked in the ass?" My hands slithered around his sides to palm his rear and squeeze. He then quickly covered my mouth with his hand while looking mortified.

"WHAT?!" Nel shot up from behind the couch while yelling and half of a waffle hanging out of her mouth. I bit the inside of my cheek- I had thought she was still up in her room.

"Fuck." Grimmjow hissed under his breath. We both knew Nel had heard what I said given her demonic hearing.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I'm just shocked. It's not bad that you two....do that sort of thing. Just unexpected. Don't mind me." She rambled but didn't look away from us. Glancing up at Grimmjow, I saw him staring straight ahead with his jaw clenched.

"Sorry." I muttered against his palm, and he took in a deep breath through his nose.

"Remember, Gamuza. What happens in this house, stays in this house." He had a warning tone, and she pretended to zip her lips and throw away the key.

"....You didn't see it, but I just zipped my lips. It's something humans do to indicate that they won't speak-"

"And yet you're still talking."

"C'mon." I pulled Grimmjow's hand off my mouth. "She's trying to be nice."

"I don't give a shit." He flashed his fangs and grabbed my jaw. "And we need to talk." He pushed off the island, making me take several steps back before picking me up to throw me over his shoulder. Grimmjow carried me up the stairs without saying anything.

Reaching the room, he threw me onto the bed, and I bounced a few times. Grimmjow shut the door behind him while staring at me. I waited for him to say something first, wondering where this would go.

Grimmjow glanced off to the side for a second as his tail curled. When he looked back at me, he cocked his head to the side.

"You're fucked up." He muttered when he finally broke the silence. "I don't know how to....deal with it. I've never...." Grimmjow shifted on his paws, and his cheeks dusted pink. "You fucked me like you were trying to breed me. Your eyes were feral. I....I liked it. Fuck, I really liked it. I can't stop thinking about it."

"So earlier with the coffee creamer...."

"Yeah. You touching my ass had me thinking about it again. No one has ever done something like that to me. No one has done a lot of the things you've done to me. I've lived a long life, Wynter." His ears lowered as his lips curled into a grin. "And you're the most exciting thing I've encountered." Grimmjow took a step closer, then another. "You make me feel things I've never felt. Ache in ways I've never ached. I'm figuring out just how much I like it."

He crawled onto my lap while looking down at me. His hand rested on my shoulder as his tail lazily swayed.

"I want to devour you." Grimmjow purred, tilting up my chin with his thumb pressing against my lips. "And be devoured by you." Thankfully, I didn't think he was being literal judging by how he looked at me. "I didn't know it could feel so good. Look what you've done to me." He lowered his hand and pushed his pants down far enough for his hard cock to spring free. "You're intoxicating."

Grimmjow licked my cheek while purring. He rubbed his cheek against me like he did when scent-marking me.

"Grimmjow?"

"Hm?" He hummed as my hands went up his thighs.

"You're not just talking about the sex, are you?"

"No. But it's definitely included." I scoffed and wrapped my fingers around his dick. His breath faltered as I began to stroke from base to head and back.

"So tell me....should I keep this hidden from Nel?"

"She knows. Tell her, don't tell her, I don't care." He grunted as my fist slightly tightened its grip.

"Is there anyone you do want me to keep it hidden from?"

"I don't give a shit. I'm yours." His words coming unprompted surprised me but excited me. Freely admitting that he was mine? What kind of epiphany did he have?

"Grimmjow, that's what I've been hiding from you." I muttered, and he looked at me as his ear twitched. "How much I like it, too." He gave a lopsided grin and scoffed.

"Why hide that from me?"

"You saying it first meant I wouldn't get ridiculed or laughed at. You understanding your own feelings also meant you could understand mine better." I said as Grimmjow rested his forehead against mine.

"Feels like dying."

"Yeah."

"Can't get enough of it."

"Never." He grabbed my face and kissed me.

"Give it to me." Grimmjow pushed me down onto the mattress. "Give your all to me." His hungry kiss swept me away. He pressed his body so close to mine and started pulling at my clothes.

"Wait." I panted, but the demon didn't slow down while grinding his hips into me to get friction against his cock. "I need to ask you something."

"Hm?" Grimmjow hummed while kissing down my neck.

"Are you going to stop calling me Little Rabbit?"

"Mm. Even if you can be a feral little shit," Grimmjow sat up and held my jaw to make me look at him. "you'll always be my little rabbit. You certainly had the gusto in trying to breed me like one." We both laughed before kissing.

"Man, you're really stuck on that, huh?"

"You folded me in half and made me cum all over myself, Wynter. That would change any man, demon or mortal." He was still humping and rubbing his cock against me with his impatience making him unable to wait a few seconds longer. "And just to be clear, if you try to fuck someone else, I'll kill them."

"....What?"

"If I find out you're fucking someone other than me, I will kill them."

"I-" Cutting myself off to give me a second longer to process, I then flipped us over to have Grimmjow on his back. "Do you honestly believe I would do that? When I say I'm yours, I mean it. Not to mention, I don't think I even have the energy to have sex with another person. You're a greedy king with a lot of stamina." I sighed, and he grabbed the back of my neck to pull me closer.

"Damn right. Now, shut up, and lemme eat your pussy first."

"First?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna eat your pussy, and then you're gonna fill me with your cock."

"Wanna wear your cock ring when I do?"

"Oh, fuck, yes." We were both grinning at each other, completely forgetting about the coffee downstairs.

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Heartstrings

A Bleach Fanfiction

Sosuke Aizen x OC; Shinji Hirako x OC

Mature audiences only

Synopsis: Life for Chisei Kudake hadn’t been all that bad. Sure, she gave up a normal adult life to help out her family, but it wasn’t terrible! She still got to work out on a regular basis, had a nice stable job, yeah her dating life was garbage but only her teenage sisters seemed to care…

Until something continued appearing in a dream… A man from years long past appearing on occasion, but with alarming and increasing frequency. He began to profess his feelings in a way that left her questioning her reality. After all, she worked so hard to no benefit to herself… Didn’t she deserve more? Didn’t she deserve to be taken care of?

It all began when she didn’t recognize the man in front of her face, upon her arrival. Though, that shouldn’t be the only red flag, as the man courting her was none other than Sosuke Aizen.

WARNINGS:

Please be warned there are times that this story can become very dark. Warnings will also be in the chapters themselves. Aizen in and of himself is extremely toxic, and this is not something I shy away from when writing him.

This is also a point in the story where there is a pregnancy, followed by the loss of pregnancy/m*scarriage. When this happens, it will trail throughout the story and generally be hard to avoid. Will still be tagged when the time comes.

CHAPTER LIST

Welcome Home

Fit for A Queen

Moonlight Memories

Marking

Make Way for The Queen

Virtue (Explicit)

With Him and With You

Here, There

Comfort in Chaos

Jealousy

Improper Timing

Regret

Dysfunctional Queen

What You Lost

Restricted

Boiling Point

New Flame (Explicit)

Final Preparations

Beginning of Betrayal

Final Straws

Righting Wrongs

Aftermath

Epilogue - Life Anew

This post will be updated with links to the various posts. Please remember that this is a fanfiction written for fun and to have fun with it ❤️ Chisei is a character I have had for over five years and I’m just now solidifying her story… Overall, much happier with her now than when I made my first few passes! Now if we could just make her happy with herself…

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weird-fish-thingy · 11 months

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@grimmjowswoman your panther husband won't shower huh?

Go to shower yourself first

(i drew @grimmjowswoman 's S/I with her F/O grimmjow)

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nobody's gonna understand this bc it's my oc that I've never talked about on here,

but this is Seigo and Grimmjow, right and left, respectively, except Seigo WANTS to be giving off strange and off-putting vibes, and Grimmjow doesn't get it but he's a supportive bastard if there ever was one, he hates you but he supports you

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 1 year

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Desert Flower [Chapter Seven] One Step Toward Insanity [Grimmjow Jeagerjequez]

A/n: it's been a while since I've posted anything for this story. I apologize for that. This chapter took me a while to figure out, honestly. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): AU, oral (f), teasing, slight overstimulation, Grimmjow being Grimmjow.

My stomach is in knots as curfew comes, though based on the endless darkness that surrounds the desert terrain of Hueco Mundo, it can be hard to tell. I only know because Sōsuke had walked me to my room after dinner, insinuating that I should remain locked up at night. He gave me no explanation as to why, but I know it's because the palace isn't safe.

It never has been.

As much as Sōsuke wants this arrangement to work, some don't. I can feel their anger and their disgust every time I walk into a room. This is one of the reasons I am hesitant to sneak out, in fear of being caught by them. The other is Grimmjow.

It is wrong of me to want to pursue him, especially since Yama might be right; Sōsuke might ask me to marry him. But I do not want to be tied down to a man like him. I feel nothing but fear and dread around him. My heart isn't in it, and that makes my situation much worse because I do not have a choice.

But this does not warrant my behavior. I can't help it though. Grimmjow makes me feel untamed whenever he's around. And I love it. Should it not be my choice? I do not think about clan politics or nobility when I am near him. I feel free and that is all I have ever wanted. With Sōsuke I can never be free.

With a deep and uneasy sigh, I saunter toward the door, hesitantly easing it open. The air feels thick outside my room as if my mind is warning me: tread carefully. There is no turning back. It is because of this that I take a step forward. The pressure fades the further I continue down the hall until I am left with elation.

This is exactly what I want.

The sound of my heeled shoes clacks on the floor as I quicken my pace. My nerves are on fire; I can hardly believe that I am going through with this. As I step into the corridor facing the 10 chamber halls I recall the one Grimmjow had walked down; the number six is etched into the wall beside the opening. But as I take another step, a familiar noise catches my attention.

The sound of footsteps alerts me that someone is drawing near. But from where? I panic for a moment, searching the darkened halls until a person emerges from the hall marked with the number 8. My eyes widen in fear as I recognize the familiar white robe lined with black.

"Gin!?"

He hums as he recognizes me, and then grins.

"What do I owe the pleasure, princess? It's after curfew if you didn't know."

What should I say? I can't just admit that I came here to see Grimmjow. My face heats up as I search for an excuse.

"I am aware. I might be a bit lost."

It's not a complete lie.

Gin hums.

"Indeed you are. This is the main corridor that leads to the private chambers of the royal family...unless you knew that."

"I did," I admit. "I wanted to see Harribel."

My heart feels like it might explode. Gin walks over to my side and turns, pointing to the corridor marked with the number 3.

"Harribel lives down there. As you can see it is the 3rd door from the entrance. Each of the Familia is numbered from one to ten, though some would argue that it's zero to nine."

Gin laughs as he says this, though I have no idea why.

"It's rather late to be visiting her, however. Was there a reason you needed to speak with her?"

"I wanted to apologize for something I accidentally did," I lied. "It has been bothering me all afternoon."

Gin laughs.

"That sounds devastating. Well…I suppose it's okay. It's a good thing we ran into one another. Had you gone down the wrong corridor, five or six for instance; Nnoitra or Grimmjow, then you might have been met with hostility."

No kidding. I had no idea that Nnoitra and Grimmjow lived so close. Given their hate for one another, I am surprised, though perhaps it was not their choice.

"It is a good thing. I appreciate it, Gin," I utter.

It is a good thing I remembered the hall.

Gin grins in response.

"Don't be long, princess. I believe Lord Aizen has something planned for you tomorrow."

Does he? I suppress a frown and nod, watching him walk down the main corridor toward the palace. What does Sōsuke have in store for me? With an uneasy sigh, I wander down the sixth passage toward the end to a door. But as I go to open it, I find that it's locked.

Heat rises to my face as I remember that not all towers are the same. Just because Harribel lives in an abode in a fabricated sandy landscape does not mean that Grimmjow does too. How rude of me. I raise my hand and knock. On the second, the door opens and a man with a long face stares down at me with impassive gray eyes.

"Turn back, miss. You have come to the wrong tower," the man states.

"Um...I am looking for Grimmjow. He knows that I am coming. This is his tower, is it not?" I ask with an utter.

Perhaps I was misled by Gin, or perhaps this tower belongs to Nnoitra. I shudder to think so.

"If he's expecting you, then follow me," he insists.

His tone implies that he doesn't necessarily want me to be there but he steps aside and lets me in. I stand beyond the threshold in awe, staring at the room I walked into. It's dome-shaped with a winding staircase in the center. One of the most common elements in the room is the various plants; it reminds me of a desert paradise with its cream-colored theme.

"This way," the man insists as he brushes past me.

I follow him up the staircase to the top floor, noticing three others including Grimmjow seated around the room; the latter is laid out on cushions and pillows. This room in general gives more of a laid-back vibe; various plants and fish bowls with gorgeous ecosystems decorate the room; it's interesting just how different his tower is from the previous one I have seen.

"Grimmjow, you have a guest. She claims that she is expected," the man announces.

The room turns to me in interest; an embarrassed heat spreads to my face. I should be used to this sort of attention being from a royal family, but judgment has never been a favorite of mine.

Grimmjow grins.

"And I thought you'd tuck your tail and run."

"Better late than never," I retort with a snap.

Why must he always be so mean? I am here, aren't I? For a moment I consider turning around and walking away, but I doubt he will stop being an asshole.

"Who is this woman?" A large muscular man with hair styled in a partial shave asks.

"Does it honestly matter, Edrad? She's of no importance to us," snaps the man beside him; a man with short hair. His right eye is hidden behind a cyan-colored bandage, but the other, narrowed and gray, stares at me with uninterest.

The one beside me hums, drawing my attention.

"She is a princess, an honored guest to Hueco Mundo. Show some respect, Di Roy."

Funny, because I don't feel any respect from him either. I don't even know his name.

"Forgive him, princess. He cares little for names. I am Yylfortdt Granz," a blond states, bowing his head. His long hair falls over his shoulder as he does.

I raise my hands.

"Please don't bow. I am not worth the effort."

Grimmjow snorts.

"How noble, princess."

I give him a heated look. Does he think I would go so far as to wave my authority at him and his friends? Not all nobles are stuck up. With an uneasy sigh, I bow my head.

"Please call me Yuina. It's a pleasure to meet--"

"Get out of here," Grimmjow suddenly orders. "Leave the princess and me alone."

I watch in awkward silence as the three men stand up and walk past me; the man who led me follows. Standing near the stairs, I take a look around, unsure of what to do. It's strange being alone with him especially when the sole reason revolves around sex.

"Come here," Grimmjow orders.

His voice makes me jerk in unnecessary fright. I'm nervous, but as he orders, I walk over to him and sit down on the plush cushions. Silence falls between us as I glance around the room, taking in the decor.

"I'm surprised," I admit. "I never thought your tower would be so comfortable."

"Like I care what you think," Grimmjow retorts.

I hum, turning my eyes to him.

"It's not an insult. I just...when I am near you, I feel chaotic. It is strange, but seeing this puts me at ease."

I wonder if he too feels like this. Instead of an impolite response, he simply snorts.

"You feel chaotic."

I nod.

"Honestly, it's stupid. I can not explain it, but it's not a bad feeling."

Not like how Sōsuke makes me feel.

A hand on my knee makes me sigh. I turn my eyes to the blue-haired man beside me in curiosity. What does he plan to do next? My face heats up as I hesitantly rest my hand on his, rubbing my thumb across his warm skin.

"I like the way I feel around you. It's messy, but it makes me feel alive. Like I am not bound by these restrictions that have been forced on me. I yearn for it."

Grimmjow grins.

"Then take what you want, princess. Isn't that what you nobles do?"

He has no idea how feral he makes me feel. What thrills me, however, is that for a man who is in control, he hands the reins to me so easily. Perhaps he wants me to make the first move; to be sure I want him. The consent is mutual.

I maneuver his hand up my thigh, humming.

"I want you."

"This is probably the biggest mistake you've ever made, princess," Grimmjow mentions as he leans closer.

His lips on my neck send shivers across my body.

"Why is that?" I ask with a relaxed sigh.

"Because I don't fucking share what's mine," Grimmjow utters.

His arm wraps around my back, pressing me tight against his chest. He smells so good, like Petrichor. A soft moan pours from my throat as his warm wet tongue slides across my ear. I should consider his words as a threat and stop this before it gets started, but it feels too damn good. The obvious red flags I ignore as his hand slips beneath my dress.

Thick fingers press against me through the damp cloth that separates us and for a moment, I forget to breathe. Please do not let him stop, not after teasing me like this. I recall the promise he made me; the promise to tear me apart little by little and I hum in eagerness.

"Ready, princess?" Grimmjow asks in my ear. His warm breath scatters goosebumps across my skin.

I nod in response, easing my legs further apart for him.

Grimmjow pushes aside my panties and spreads my lips, pressing his thumb against my clit. My arms slip around his muscular chest; fingers grasping at the back of his t-shirt as he makes short deep circles around it. Waves of pleasure roll across my body making me tense up against him. This is it; his pace is perfect. I can feel the rise of my orgasm as it slowly builds. A warmth fills my stomach, but before it can spread and intensify, the blue-haired tease stops and removes his hand from my panties.

Why in the hell did he–

"Lie down," Grimmjow orders.

With a glare I untangle my fingers from his t-shirt, leaning back until I am rested comfortably on the cushions. I have no idea what he plans to do, but as long as he continues, I don't care. Spreading my legs, Grimmjow slips his fingers beneath the band of my panties and yanks them down my legs. My face heats up in embarrassment as his greedy eyes take me in. He then leans down and runs his tongue over my outer lips. A sigh of relief escapes my mouth.

Oral never even crossed my mind, but I am more than eager for this. For some reason, I had thought that he would focus on his needs alone for this short tryst; he doesn't seem like the type of man to care about someone other than himself, but I've been wrong before.

A finger slides into my pussy, yanking me from my thoughts, and then another follows. The pleasant sensation it creates forces me to tighten my jaw in fear of moaning. I don't want Grimmjow's friends to hear us, though they probably know what is going on between us.

It feels unbelievable though.

In addition, he flicks his tongue across my clit, taking it in his mouth for a moment with a gentle suck before he quickened his pace. I grip the cushions as my body tenses in pleasure. It's unbelievable how remarkable he is at eating pussy. I can't imagine how great he is at fucking.

As the pleasure in me grows so too does my resolve. I moan as he easily bounces my body with the momentum of his thrusts. He's hitting all the right spots, in sync with the quickness of his tongue.

"Fuck…please," I beg.

My hand slides into his soft locks and I run my nails across his scalp. Grimmjow hums in response, faltering a moment, but he quickly recovers and curls his fingers in me. The lewd and wet sounds that fill the air push me over the edge so quickly that I can barely think. My mind goes blank. All I can feel is my body reacting, tensing up as waves of intense pleasure roll over me.

Tears well up in my eyes as Grimmjow continues. Once my high wears off, there is a slight pain from the overstimulation. I gently push his head away from me to gain his attention.

"S-stop," I beg.

He does so and turns his electric eyes to me, raising a brow; a thin line of saliva and arousal breaks as he sits up, parting us.

"It's too much," I utter, completely spent.

For a moment it feels like I'm on cloud nine.

"That good, huh?" Grimmjow teases.

I narrow my eyes, too tired to argue. He has no idea. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I glance down and notice the obvious swell in his pants. So he too enjoyed this?

"I can return the favor, you know?"

Grimmjow grins.

"As tempting as having your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, it'll have to wait for another time."

I raise a brow. He notices my obvious confusion and snorts. Lifting his finger, he motions for me to rise. I do so and he cups my jaw, running his thumb over my lips; teasingly I kiss it.

"You're not the only one having to wait," he adds.

I widened my eyes, prompting him to laugh.

"Why do that to yourself?"

"Because I promised to tear you apart," Grimmjow answers. He removes his thumb. "And when I do, you're gonna scream my name to the fucking heavens."

I shiver in response. This man is not sane. But he did warn me.

Leaning in, he captures my lips in a rough kiss before he parts. I barely even moved. With a snort, he flicks me on the nose.

"Run back to your room, princess. You don't want the worms to figure out that you suck out."

He has a point, though I feel like I should mention that I ran into Gin before I came here. Perhaps my lie convinced him, however. With a sigh, I attempt to stand, but Grimmjow stops me.

"Without those," he declares, pointing to my damp panties.

My face heats up.

"You're a pervert."

He snorts. I have a good idea of what he plans to do with them, but I hand them to him regardless. Afterward, I fix myself up the best I can. My legs are still a bit jittery, but It will go away soon.

"When can we meet up again?" I ask hesitantly.

"Already wanting more?" Grimmjow asks with a grin.

I turn up my eyes.

"I'm not answering that. It'll give you a big head."

"Soon," he retorts.

I want to ask how soon, but I opt not to. There is still some dignity in my left. With a nod, I clear my throat.

"I'll be leaving then."

Saying my goodbyes without making it too awkward, I turn and walk down the stairs. It isn't until I'm at the bottom do I realize that all of Grimmjow's friends are still in the tower. My face heats up in embarrassment as I attempt to confidently walk toward the door.

"I hope to see you again, princess," Yylfordt states.

I hum.

"Me too."

Awkwardly I leave the tower. Once I am certain that I am out of sight, I bury my heated face in my hands.

That man is going to be the death of me.

I must be insane.

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Special Day

Rating: G Media: Bleach Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Birthday Event Fic, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship

Done for the 6 Weeks of 6 Event hosted by me! :)

Part Six of The House That Valerie Built

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“Do you think you would know me, in another life?”

“Nah.” His reply is immediate - he doesn’t spare even one second thinking about it - and her whole body deflates a little at how quickly he has answered.

“...oh.” It’s just one word, but she has a hard time keeping the disappointment out of it.

Grimmjow turns his head to look at her. “That hurt your feelings?”

“No,” she huffs, turning her own head so he can’t see her face. “Why would it?”

There’s a pause, and then her ears are met with the sound of the sheets rustling. It’s probably an indication that he’s got his whole body turned to face her now, but she keeps her gaze focused away from him. “It did,” he rebuts, and she tries to ignore the smile in his voice.

“So what if it did?” She mumbles defensively. “You don’t have to be an asshole about it.”

“Ah,” he says quietly, sobering up. There’s more rustling, and suddenly she finds herself enveloped in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and his scent. “Sorry. Guess I shoulda explained what I meant by that, hm?”

She shrugs, unwilling to give in just yet.

“Not everybody’s lucky,” he starts, when it’s clear she’s not planning on speaking. “Or unlucky, I guess… dependin’ on how you look at it. See, I know this ain’t my first life,” he goes on, pulling her closer and burying his nose in the soft skin at the nape of her neck. “But knowin’ that is rare, and rememberin’ the life that came before the one you live now is even rarer.”

She wants to ask what he means. She bites her tongue.

It’s just as well; he goes on talking anyway. “I don’t remember my human life before. Who I was, where I lived, what kinda person I was.” He chuckles. “Must’ve been a special kinda bastard to end up where I did though, don’t ya think?”

“You know that isn’t true,” she finally says. “You ended up as a hollow, but that doesn’t mean you were a bad person. It could’ve just been that they didn’t get to you in time. The Shinigami, I mean.”

She feels him shrug, feels the way his shoulders shift and his chest rises and falls with the deep breath he takes. “Yeah, well… we’ll never know now, will we?”

She isn’t sure what to say to that.

“Anyway,” he continues. “Point is - I don’t remember my past life. Don’t remember nothin’ about myself or anybody else that was there with me. So if I met ya before,” he goes on, pressing his lips to her temple, “I don’t remember. I don’t know ya.”

What he’s said makes perfect sense. Somehow, though, she still feels the little pang of disappointment in the pit of her stomach. “I get that,” she says quietly.

“But just because I don’t know ya,” he says, putting a finger on her chin and turning her head slightly so he can look into her eyes, “don’t mean I wouldn’t still love ya.” He flashes her a grin - the kind that only she gets to see - and suddenly that disappointment in the pit of her stomach turns into a familiar fluttering of affection.

“You scoundrel,” she whispers, shifting her body to bury her face in his chest.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he laughs, bringing one hand up and cradling her head. “But ya love me anyway, don’t ya?”

“More than you know,” she answers honestly, lifting her head to look up at him again. “That’s why I let you get away with so much - you should know that by now.”

“Lucky man I am - and gettin’ ya all to myself for the day, too.”

“Well,” she laughs, “it’s just for today, you know. With it being your special day and all. And the others will be back tomorrow morning.”

“Twenty-four hours, that was the deal.” He hums in agreement. “Still don’t quite get the whole concept of celebratin’ my birthday when I don’t even really know how old I am,” he asserts, “but if it means I get whatever I want one day a year, I won’t argue with it.”

“And what you want is to stay in bed all day?” She raises an eyebrow at him, skeptically.

“Maybe not all day,” he shrugs, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Just long enough to get a few things done…” He trails off, his lips now far more invested in tasting her skin than finishing his thoughts. She squirms, but makes no attempt to flee from his embrace.

“You’re a menace,” she giggles, the last word turning into a shriek as he presses his fingers to all her ticklish spots.

“Yeah, but I’m your menace.”

“Well,” she concedes a little breathlessly. “I can’t argue with that.” He stills his fingers for a moment, and it’s long enough for her to meet his eyes and offer him a soft smile.

“Happy Birthday, Grimmjow.”

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Against the Tide - Twenty-Two

Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Original Female Character, Silvio Ricci x Original Female Character Characters: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach), Silvio Ricci (Ikemen Prince), Olivia DuBois (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergent, Pirates and Princes, Slow Burn, Action/Adventure, Worldbuilding, Angst, Some Subtle Racism, Sexual Tension, Political Subplot

Previous Chapter: Twenty-One

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“I wouldn’t blame you if you did, you know,” Thalia replies, nodding her head sagely. “Go off with him, I mean. If you really love him, there must be something really good about him.”

“Thank you, Tati,” Olivia smiles. “And you’re right. There is something really good about him - there are lots of good things about him.”

Thalia looks at her sister with interest. “Livvy, is he really a pirate? That kind of pirate?”

“Who can say?” She smirks at her sister. “I know that he sometimes acquires rare goods from foreign countries. I hear he’s a fairly successful merchant.”

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“Oh,” Thalia exclaims, looking at Olivia’s ring. “I haven’t seen you wear that in a long time… I thought you might have gotten rid of it.”

Olivia laughs. “I may not wear jewelry often, but I never get rid of any of it.” She thinks then of the little wooden chest full of jewelry upstairs in her old bedroom at her parents’ manor. “Though there are some pieces I probably will never wear again,” she adds softly.

“What made you decide to wear that one again, after all this time?”

She looks down at the ring. It is a very pretty ring, made of seaglass in a bluish-green color. For a time many years ago, she had taken to wearing it on her index finger, but it was always a little too snug there. Today, she wears it on her ring finger.

It fits perfectly there.

“It just felt right,” she says simply, with a smile.

Thalia looks at her a little sadly. “I can’t believe you’re leaving for a whole year.”

“I am,” Olivia agrees, “but I won’t be far, and I’ll be back for your wedding. I promise.”

“Mama says you’re not coming back to Clario even after the year is up.”

Surprised, Olivia stares at her younger sister. “She told you that?”

Thalia nods. “She says you’re going to go off to sea with… the Captain.” Thalia whispers the last bit, looking furtively around as if afraid someone will hear her. It almost makes Olivia laugh.

“She would say that, wouldn’t she,” Olivia murmurs. She sighs. “I don’t know what will happen in a year, Tati.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did, you know,” Thalia replies, nodding her head sagely. “Go off with him, I mean. If you really love him, there must be something really good about him.”

“Thank you, Tati,” Olivia smiles. “And you’re right. There is something really good about him - there are lots of good things about him.”

Thalia looks at her sister with interest. “Livvy, is he really a pirate? That kind of pirate?”

“Who can say?” She smirks at her sister. “I know that he sometimes acquires rare goods from foreign countries. I hear he’s a fairly successful merchant.”

This makes her younger sister laugh. “Oh Livvy, I’m glad to see you haven’t changed at all. I’m really going to miss having you close.”

Olivia gathers her in a tight hug. “You’re welcome to come visit Vora anytime,” she tells her. “And like I said, I’ll be back for your wedding in a few months. Try not to let Mama drive you crazy with the planning in the meantime.”

“She’s already starting to.” Thalia rolls her eyes. “I think she’s planning the wedding she always wanted for you… and even though it’s not a political marriage, she’s still making a really big affair of it.”

Olivia clicks her tongue sympathetically. “Now I feel even worse for leaving you alone with her at a time like this.”

“It’s ok,” her sister smiles. “I’ve got Papa on my side to keep her from getting too out of control. And I want to hear all about your adventures in your letters, alright?”

“I’ll write to you often,” Olivia promises. “Long, boring letters filled with every little detail about where I am and what I’m doing. You’ll get sick of me before long.”

“That will never happen.”

“I see you’ve been filling Tati’s head with all sorts of fables,” Olivia remarks dryly.

“Fables?” Mirelle looks curiously back at her. “What do you mean?”

“She said you told her that I was planning to go off to sea with the Captain.”

“Well, aren’t you?”

“I haven’t planned anything beyond what I need to do for the year that I’ll be helping Vora reestablish their government.” Olivia laughs. “What brings you here anyway? I thought you said you’d never come to my… how did you put it?” She taps a finger against her chin. “My filthy little hovel… I think that’s the way you described it.”

“In my defense, I didn’t know what it looked like at the time,” Mirelle protests. “And you can’t imagine the picture my mind conjured up when you told me you’d be living in a room down at the docks.”

Olivia raises both eyebrows questioningly, a wry smile pulling at her mouth. “And now?”

“Now what?”

“What do you think of it, now that you’ve seen it?” She’s expecting criticism and braces herself for it.

“It suits you,” Mirelle says after a moment, taking her daughter completely by surprise. “Has… he been here?”

Olivia can’t help but to laugh at the way her mother has phrased it - Mirelle is looking furtively around as though someone will hear her, not unlike the way Thalia looked when she made mention of ‘the Captain.’ “Of course he’s been here,” Olivia answers reasonably, as she folds clothes and sets them aside in piles to be packed. “He doesn’t always sleep on his ship, you know.”

Her mother tries not to look scandalized. “And he’s going with you to Vora.”

“He’s taking me to Vora,” Olivia corrects her.

“Couldn’t you just go with Prince Silvio on his vessel?”

Olivia sighs. “You know very well why I can’t.”

“But---”

“Mama,” she interrupts, trying not to sigh again. “It’s my last night here… I don’t want to fight.”

Her mother is quiet for a moment. “I don’t want to fight, either,” she confesses. “And you may not believe me when I tell you this, but… I am proud of you.”

“Why?” Olivia snorts. “Aren’t I a colossal disappointment? I’m not doing any of the things you wanted me to do.”

“You’re not,” her mother agrees. “But you’re doing the things you want to, and that’s why I’m proud of you.”

Her words leave Olivia speechless. She’s still struggling to find the words to say when there’s a knock at her door. “Come in,” she calls.

“Olivia!” The word comes out as a hiss. “You don’t just invite people into your home without first checking to see who’s at the door!”

“I know who’s at the door,” she laughs, as the knob begins to turn.

“Oh,” Grimmjow says, standing in the doorway. “Didn’t know ya had company. I can come back later---”

“Stay,” Olivia says, motioning him in. “My mother isn’t company - she’s my mother.”

“It’s nice to know what you really think of me.” Mirelle stands. “It’s quite alright,” she goes on, her words addressed to Grimmjow. “I was leaving soon anyway. The carriage is waiting for me out on the road.”

“I’ll walk ya,” he offers.

Her mouth is set to refuse him, but one glance at Olivia and she reconsiders. “If you’d be so kind,” she says gracefully.

Olivia reaches out, pulling her mother into a tight embrace. “Thank you,” she whispers. “For what you said.”

“I meant it,” her mother tells her sincerely. “And whatever… whatever you decide to do once you’ve finished your time in Vora, make sure it’s what you really want to do.”

“I will,” Olivia smiles. “I promise.”

“There’s my carriage.” Mirelle turns to face him. “I’d like to ask a favor of you.”

“Me?” Grimmjow chuckles. “Ain’t sure what I could do for ya, but whatever it is, I’ll try.”

“Take care of her, please,” Olivia’s mother requests, her voice soft. “Olivia is many things, but she’s never been foolish. If she loves you… if she trusts you, I know it’s because you’ve done something to earn her love and her trust. So please,” she goes on, “take care of her, even when she isn’t taking care of herself. Especially when she isn’t taking care of herself.”

Her words seem to surprise him. He recovers quickly however, flashing Mirelle a charming grin that makes her think she’s getting a little glimpse of what Olivia sees in him. “I give my word, M’Lady,” he offers. “Me, I might be a lotta things ya don’t agree with, but I can tell ya I’m a man of my word. I’ll look after her.”

“Thank you,” Mirelle replies, her smile relieved.

Grimmjow waits until she’s safely in the carriage before he turns away.

Olivia is waiting when he gets back. In just the quarter of an hour or so that he’s been gone, she’s managed to get all of the piles of folded clothes packed away and her bags set by the door.

“All ready to go, I see,” he observes with a smile.

“Mmhm,” she agrees. “Did my mother give you an earful?”

“Nah.” Grimmjow chuckles, reaching out and pulling her by the waist until she’s flush against him. “She told me to take care of ya.”

“She did?”

“Yeah.” He wraps his arms around her. “Told me that if you love me and trust me, I musta done somethin’ to earn it.” He leans back, tilting her chin up with his hand so he can look into her eyes. “Did I do somethin’ to earn it, Sae?”

Olivia looks back at him, her eyes lit up with amusement. “You mean to tell me you’ve been going along all this time without knowing?”

She expects him to laugh too, to make some clever joke about it. Instead, his eyes are serious and searching, and it makes her realize that he legitimately wants to know. “Come here,” she says softly, taking his hand in hers and leading him over to sit next to her on the bed. Even when they’re settled there, sitting side by side, Olivia doesn’t let go of his hand. She links her fingers with his, raising her left hand to his eye line so he can see the ring there. “Do you remember this?”

Grimmjow squints. “I bought ya that.”

“You did,�� she agrees with a smile. “It was one of the very first things you brought me back from Vora.” She looks down at the ring. “Why did you buy it?”

He considers her question but not for long, and it makes Olivia think the answer is something he’s already thought about. “You seemed so happy whenever I would bring shit from Vora for ya,” he starts. “I just liked seein’ that little smile on your face… the way your eyes would light up when ya got excited.” He chuckles. “You’re always pretty Sae, but ya look prettiest when you’re happy.”

She can feel them - the little butterflies that haven’t left her stomach since she’s embraced what she feels for this man. “That,” she says quietly. “Since I met you, you’ve been trying to make me happy. Even when I didn’t realize that’s what you were doing, you were only trying to make sure I was always smiling. That I always felt my best.

“Sometimes that meant bringing me beautiful things from Vora,” she goes on. “Little pieces of home, things that reminded me of the place I loved and missed so much. Sometimes it meant teasing me in a way that would make me forget whatever was troubling me in favor of a laugh. It often meant sharing a drink with me, or letting me cry on your shoulder - sometimes both at the same time.” She pauses, remembering something specific.

“I woulda kicked his ass if you’d needed me to,” he interjects quietly, and it’s then that she knows he’s thinking of it, too.

“I know,” Olivia laughs, even though there are tears in the corners of her eyes. “But what happened back then wasn’t his fault, and I loved that you respected that fact enough to let it be.” She turns to face him, bringing his hand up to her lips and pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles. “I love you, Grimmjow. I love everything about you… even the parts of you that you think I wouldn’t.” She reaches up with both hands, cupping his face and bringing him close for a kiss.

One kiss turns into two, two turns into three, and it isn’t long before they’ve shed the thin layers of fabric separating their skin. As she always does when he’s fully sheathed inside of her, Olivia marvels at how good he feels.

Grimmjow holds her close, his hands tightly gripping her hips as she moves on top of him. He is hard-pressed to take his eyes off of her even to blink.

It makes her feel like a goddess.

Afterward she rests her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the way his chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. “I’m always happy when I’m with you, no matter what we’re doing or where we are,” she tells him, her voice solemn and hushed. “I trust you with my life, and I…” She trails off, her gaze dropping once more to the ring on her finger. “I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of that life with you. Wherever that takes us.”

“Even though you deserve better?”

She stares up at him. “What I deserve,” she starts, her gaze never leaving his, “is a man who loves me the way that I am and who is happy with me. Are you saying you’re not that man?”

It makes him laugh, the intensity of her stare. “You are one fuckin’ scary woman when you wanna be.”

“But am I wrong?”

He shakes his head, still chuckling. “I want ya, Sae, more than ya know. And if you’ll have me, I’ll stay with ya until I get old and ugly.”

“I can’t ever see you being old or ugly,” she laughs. “And even if you are, I’ll still want to be with you.”

“Might live to regret that,” he warns her, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief as he shifts in bed to hover above her.

“Somehow,” she giggles breathlessly, “I doubt that will ever happen.”

A/N: Here we are, at the end of this little tale. If you've made it this far, thank you for being patient with me (especially while I worked up the nerve to finish and post this last chapter). I had so much fun writing this fic this time around, because I let the characters tell me how the story should go.

Fear not - this isn't the end of Grimmjow and Olivia's adventures. There will be more of them to come, hopefully in the not-so-distant future. I have ideas for them, and I hope you'll stick around to see those ideas come to fruition.

Thank you for all the likes, kudos, comments, and reblogs - I appreciate each and every one of them.

Val 💙

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