#grimmjow jaggerjack x reader

[scariusaquarius]

devotion.

Sosuke Aizen x Fem! Reader

Synopsis: You and Orihime are abducted and taken to Hueco Mundo. While Orihime's purpose is clear, your purpose seems to be more...personal

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A/n: a bleach fic??? of course! I just got done rewatching Bleach and FINALLY got to Thousand Year Blood War (i'm on episode 4, NO SPOILERS PLEASEEE) and EVERYONE is serving cunt and dick. Here's an aizen (with grimmjow sprinkles) fic

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Genre: Horror, Angst, Friendship, Romance Rated: explicit Warning: Humiliation, Dubcon/Noncon, Oral Sex (male giving/receiving, female giving/receiving), Forced Exhibitionism, Forced Voyeurism

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Author: ScariusAquarius

His eyes were squinted as he stared, his gaze calculating and scrutinizing as you stood before him. His body language was lazy and candid as he rested his chin on his hand; uncaring of you and your being as you attempted to still your shaking. Like a cat, his brown eyes were zeroed in on you; watching your every move from the slightest tremble to the subtle way your throat was clenching as you held your breath.

"You must be so afraid...knowing who it is that is right in front of you."

Truthfully, you didn't know his name. You weren't kept in the loop of what was going on with your friends nor why Orihime had disappeared suddenly, but from the way everyone would quiet down when you would come around; especially Ichigo...you were certain it was all because of this man.

This terrifying man who had your body feeling so heavy, you almost couldn't bear to keep standing. This man who had your heart wanting to burst within your chest and the pressure in your head to crush your brain.

You wanted to reply; to tell him that you didn't know him nor why you were here, but you couldn't even speak. Not with the blue-haired man with the weird mask and a hole in his abdomen holding onto your shoulder so tightly that it felt like he was crushing you.

"Hey, he's talking to you."

The blue-haired man was ruthless. When he had appeared in front of you before your kidnapping, you had almost thought that he had always been there and you just didn't notice. You had continued walking until suddenly, there was this heavy pressure that was familiar yet brutal, unlike the way your friends' auras felt.

Your whole body had stopped moving; knees crumbling in the middle of the sidewalk and chest feeling as though it was caving in. Then, there was a hand tangling itself around your throat, and you were being lifted, blue eyes cruelly amused at the way you choked and struggled to breathe.

"You don't even have enough spiritual pressure to be important," he had said. "you're not even worth keeping alive, but whatever." and suddenly, you were here in this dark and desolated place; cold and barren of any light. At least, that's what you thought had happened.

Everything had been a blur after the blue-haired man had simply flicked your forehead and knocked you unconscious.

You knew these people around you were dangerous and, to be frank, not normal. You weren't sure what was going on or what these people wanted from you, and you couldn't help but to be speechless from the fear running through you.

The blue-haired man gripped your shoulder tighter, and you couldn't help but to yelp in pain from his grip as it suddenly heated up. Red light was glowing from beneath his hand, scorching your skin and burning your flesh as he yelled.

"Hey, what are you, deaf? Didn't you fucking hear me?"

"Easy, Grimmjow."

The light dissipated instantly, but his crushing grip never wavered. Tears spilled past your eyes and down your chilled cheeks, unable to look away from the ground as the brown-haired man who was sitting so uncaringly spoke; his voice calm and...almost soothing.

"We don't want to scare her now, do we?"

Grimmjow, as you had learned, just clicked his tongue and turned his gaze away from the man, saying nothing. The frightening man spoke again.

"It's not nice to not look at someone when they are speaking to you."

His tone was...almost soft; but you knew when a wolf was in sheeps clothing. You knew that whoever this man was...he could kill you or let Grimmjow kill you if he wanted to. Quite honestly, he probably was planning to do so...would being obedient prolong your life enough for someone, anybody, to save you?

You shakily glanced up at him, his cupid lips curled up into a small smirk as he spoke.

"Aw, you've made her cry, Grimmjow."

"Tch, weak bitch."

The man uttered beneath his breath, his grip on your shoulder tightening more, and you couldn't help it when more tears fell down your cheeks. The man chuckled for a moment before he acknowledgd.

"I'm sure you have so many questions...why are you here...who are you...what does this man want from me...where am I....am I right?"

To avoid having your shoulder burned again, you replied shakily, too afraid to speak above a whisper.

"Y-Yes..."

The man chuckled and placed his hand down against the arm rest of the chair. There was a moment, however, when a slight breeze kissed your face and you couldn't help but to blink. Within that second, the man was in front of you, your chin in his grip and making you look up at him.

What just happened? How did he do that? I...I didn't even look away from him...all I did was blink...what's going on...who is this man?

"You have a right to be afraid...in fact, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Even though you barely have any spiritual pressure, you can still stand up on your own two feet. That's no easy task when in the presence of so many powerful beings."

You couldn't look away from him no matter how much you wished to. You were frozen in shock and from the sheer amount of weight that was on your shoulders, inlcuding Grimmjow's grip.

"I do wonder what it is about you that had your friends trying very hard to protect you. Are you special like Orihime Inoue? Do you have extraordinary abilities as well? Or is it that Ichigo Kurosaki cares about you more than anything else?"

Your heart was racing, pounding within your chest, and you whispered to him shakily as he seemed to look you over; his gaze making you feel almost violated as the man gazed at and through you.

"I...I don't know...what you mean."

His eyes narrowed just the slightest, and it was quiet for a moment before he chuckled.

"How cruel of Ichigo to not warn you nor tell you about anything. I wonder if he truly does care about you...I mean, don't you think it's unfair that he kept you in the dark about what he is and what he does?"

Suddenly, the man let your chin go to cup your cheek, his hand warm and almost inviting as his voice deepened just the slightest.

"Don't you think it's wrong that Ichigo disregarded your feelings and kept you away? He might as well had given you to me himself.."

"I...I don't understand...who...who are you?"

The man hummed, tilting his head just the slightest as a chuckle rumbled from deep within his belly as he played with a piece of your hair.

"My, where are my manners? I can't help but to lose my tact when in the presence of women. My apologies...my name is Sosuke Aizen."

There was something familiar about the name; something that was itching at the edges of your consciousness, and while you couldn't comprehend what it was, this man...Aizen...seemed to know.

"Hm. How interesting...tell me, do you think Ichigo Kurosaki would be devastated by your death?"

Blood running cold, you couldn't formulate a thought as Aizen ghosted his fingertips down the side of your neck and to your sternum, dancing his fingertips against the chilled skin.

"Do you think he would be so overcome with despair that he would become reckless...desperate...to try and kill me?"

He was digging his fingers into your skin; almost as if he was trying to bury his hand within your chest, and you replied shakily.

"I...Ichigo cares about....all of his friends. I...I wouldn't be any different to Orihime...or Chad...Uryuu...or Rukia."

Aizen's eyes were empty, you observed as you looked at him. Not empty in terms of stupidity or boredom for your words...they were empty of light and compassion...or anything that could be considered good. Evil and danger oozed off of this man just like the crushing spiritual pressure he continued to let off so that you, a measly human with a weak amount of spiritual pressure, knew your place.

He could absolutely kill you with no second-thought, and that was what scared you.

"So, you're saying that...you're useless to me?"

There was intention and purpose now within his fingers, his eyes becoming uncaring as he leaned back just the slightest, and you panicked.

"No! No, I...I'm not! Please...please don't hurt me...or...or kill me...I...I can...I can be of use, I swear!"

Aizen's lips smirked slightly as someone within the room laughed.

"Listen to that whining and begging! I say we just kill her and leave her out front for Kurosaki to find!"

Grimmjow hummed, saying as he leaned forward, making you glance at him from the corner of your eye as you began to spiral.

"Nah, I say we rip her into pieces and leave a trail. That'll get Kurosaki pissed!"

His hand was heating up again, and you were about to scream from the terror until a voice cut through, making everyone quiet.

"That's not necessary. While they are trash, keeping Orihime Inoue and (Y/n) (L/n) alive is beneficial to Lord Aizen's cause. Until Lord Aizen gives the order, we are not to touch them."

The largest man in the room who had his chin in his hand scoffed.

"You're no fun, Ulquiorra. When are you gonna ever stop having such a stick up your ass?"

The man with the green eyes and tears did not respond, and Aizen hummed gently.

"How does it make you feel...hearing the different ways you could be killed? It's okay, you can be honest."

You were trembling again, and you couldn't help but to sniffle and whisper.

"I...I'm scared."

Aizen chuckled before his hand came up to your neck, gently grasping though you knew it was to give you a false sense of security.

"Such a poor, pathetic girl...I think I know what I want to do with you. I can take it from here, Grimmjow. Thank you."

Grimmjow was hesitant to unhand your shoulder, but shoved himself off and walked somewhere to sit; his steps echoing all around the room and deep into your mind; each step making you flinch. Aizen began to walk around you, and he murmured.

"Make no mistake: I know you are the most important person in Ichigo's life at this moment. I know that he is coming to save you and Orihime Inoue...and that is going to be his downfall."

You were holding your breath, unable to speak as Aizen continued.

"He will come here, and he will be annihilated...along with the rest of your friends. It's quite unfortunate that he didn't tell you about your impending doom...but to be honest, it makes it more fun for me."

He seemed to be observing you, looking at you from head-to-toe and dissecting you as if you were a specimen; picking you apart from the very last sinew.

A monster on the prowl.

Oh, god, what was he going to do to you?

You jolted at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your hair, tucking behind your ear and subtly caressing the skin with his fingertips; sending shivers down your spine.

"Does he know?"

His question caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but to look over at him in confusion; unknowing of what the man was implying.

"What...what do you mean?"

Aizen chuckled before leaning in slightly; just enough that your noses were almost touching.

"Does he know that you love him?"

Heat ran up your neck from the embarrassment, and you couldn't help but to exclaim.

"What? I don't have feelings for Ichigo! Sure, he's my friend...but I...I don't like him like that!"

Aizen chuckled and your shoulders caved in again, attempting to make yourself smaller.

"Oh? You seem so embarrassed."

He was taking the detail to heart, mulling over it, and you weren't sure if you were supposed to speak or to stay quiet. Aizen walked behind you, and you froze when both of his hands came to rest upon your shoulders.

"Quite frankly, it doesn't matter. You won't be leaving this room alive unless I say so...and I haven't been given a good reason to keep you alive...except for one."

There was a slight bit of hope that ran through you; a glimmer of safety that was squashed instantly by the way his hands gripped your shirt and tore it open.

You gasped and yelped, reaching your arms across your chest, and you could feel everyone's anticipatory gaze upon you. Fear and humiliation ran through you, and you were horrified when Aizen sighed.

"Grimmjow, would you like to assist me?"

Grimmjow's eyes opened wide, a huge sneer upon his cruel lips as he walked towards you.

"Oh, absolutely."

Your body began to tremble; frozen with shock the closer the man got until he was standing before you, and his hands shot out and wrenched your arms from your chest, making you screech. You tried to back away from Grimmjow, but instead, you were blocked by Aizen's own chest; his chuckle reverbing into your ear.

"How would Kurosaki react if he knew that the one he loved the most was made impure, hm? I think he'd be devasted....angry, even. I think he might even become reckless."

"Doesn't fucking matter. We'll still crush that bastard either way!"

Grimmjow responded, and you began to struggle slightly as Aizen began to peel away the remnants of your shirt, threads and buttons coming undone until you were shirtless and only in your bra. You were breathing heavily, almost hyperventilating and becoming lightheaded. However, there was another part of you that was afraid to even pass out.

You froze when you felt a blade against your back, Aizen resting his chin against your

shoulder as his voice whispered into your ear dangerously.

"I could run my blade right through you...and kill you without any second thought...but that would be such a waste, wouldn't it?"

You could feel the panic clenching your throat, your voice unable to come out as the tip of his blade glided up your back before slocing your bra into pieces. You began to struggle then, feeling humiliated and terrified as you tried to pull yourself from Grimmjow's grasp. Tears began to fall down your face as Aizen said, his tone of voice demanding and nothing short of an order.

"Beg for your life...give my Espada a reason why I should spare you...why you deserve to live. What can you offer to me that will be of value?"

Your voice refused to come out; throat clenched shut, and Aizen clicked his tongue.

"Perhaps, you need more encouragement. Grimmjow, restrain her from behind, would you?"

Grimmjow looked annoyed that he couldn't ogle at your naked chest and huffed, yanking your arms behind you and forcing you to push your chest out slightly as he held you with no remorse.

"Go on. Beg."

Despite his gaze becoming cruel and taunting you, his voice continued to sound suave and uncaring. Almost as if your suffering was a game to him.

You could feel all of their scrutinizing and hungry gazes on you; all the ones that cared, anyway. You weren't sure if these people, these...things...wanted to be a part of Aizen's game or straight-up eat you.

Both thoughts scared you.

"P-please...please stop...this is wrong!"

Grimmjow scoffed before switching from holding both of your arms with each hand to clamping down on both of your wrists with one hand so he could reach and brutally manhandle your breast. You screamed, Grimmjow's touch unforgiving as he sneered.

"You call that begging? What a pathetic fucking bitch. I've heard weaker beings beg better than that! Don't hold out on us!"

He was squeezing hard, painful and making you squirm and fight within his grasp. Grimmjow was already irritated, but he paused when Aizen held up a hand.

"Now, now, Grimmjow. Let's not resort to violence so soon. She's never been touched like this before...poor girl has no idea how to beg properly. So, why don't we show her how...in good faith that if she tries her best, maybe I'll let her see Kurosaki one last time."

Lies. You knew it was lies. This man had no ounce of compassion in him. Evil oozed from every part of his being, and there was no guarantee that you were going to get out of this alive.

He was toying with your life as if it was a game.

You froze when Aizen placed his hand upon your cheek gently, leaning down slightly until his nose was brushing against yours.

"If you bite...if you try to fight back in any way...I will string you up in front of Las Noches in pieces...after I have torn apart your friends. Now, on your knees."

You wondered if it would be the best route. You wondered briefly if death would be better than this...than whatever Aizen, and possibly Grimmjow, were going to do to you. An image of Ichigo popped into your mind, and you clenched your jaw slightly as you tried to keep from sobbing.

I have to stay strong for Ichigo and believe that he will save me!

"On your knees!"

Grimmjow kicked the back of your knees, making you yell out from pain and surprise as you fell; smacking into the ground hard in front of Aizen. Aizen moved back to sit upon his throne, and he beckoned you with a finger.

"Come here. Undo them."

You didn't have to be a genius to understand what Aizen was referring to.

But how were you supposed to undo his pants without the use of your hands?

How fucking humiliating and perverse.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you bit your lip and leaned down. Maybe, if you imagined that it was Ichigo, it would make things easier. Maybe, if you imagined it was Ichigo's hakamas that you were undoing with your teeth, you wouldn't be so scared.

It's not Grimmjow behind you, but perhaps Renji...keeping a firm grip and pressing his hard cock against your asscheeks as you got Ichigo's cock free.

Aizen's voice broke the daydream once his hard cock was sprung free from his hakamas, and you felt your stomach drop when Aizen teased his fingers beneath your chin.

"Now...beg."

Suddenly, there were fingers digging into your scalp, making you gasp in pain, Grimmjow's overwhelming and terrifying presence pushing against you as he hissed in macabre delight.

"What are you waiting for, little girl? If you don't get to suckin, maybe I'll have to really ruin you for Kurosaki."

Aizen's grip became harsh, digging in enough to the point that you couldn't close your mouth on your own, and Grimmjow pushed your head down, forcing you to swallow Aizen down.

You had never done anything like this to anybody. Hell, while you had a general idea of what a penis looked like thanks to your perverted friend, Chizuru Honsho, you had never actually seen one. You were a virgin through-and-through. Hadn't even had your first kiss yet, and here you were...being forced to suck the cock of the most evilest man in the whole world.

He was salty, bitter, and the size and way you were being forced all the way down until he was stretching your throat and making you gag had tears running down your face. Aizen made no expression nor gave any indication of what he was feeling. In fact, he looked completely nonchalant when you glanced up at him in a moment of panic, and he sighed for a second when you began to gag vigorously.

"Grimmjow, if you hold her down any longer, you're going to make her vomit. I really don't want that."

There was an underlying threat within his voice that had Grimmjow freeze in place before pulling you back up wordlessly. You coughed, saliva running down your chin, and Aizen hummed.

"I can take it from here. Why don't you get her prepared for me? I think it'd be a nice reward for you."

Grimmjow laughed, and you weren't sure if you liked what Aizen was implying. Suddenly, you felt Grimmjow grab a tight hold of your skirt and yank as hard as he could, tearing your skirt straight off. You screamed out, and Grimmjow exclaimed, smacking you in the back of your head as he tightened his grip on your wrists.

"Oi, quit your whining, woman! I think you'll like this next part."

Your attention was commanded back to Aizen, his fingers sliding against the back of your head and guiding you back.

"Now, now. Don't take your focus off of me...it might mean your death. When I said to beg, I wasn't asking."

With no hesitation, he shoved you back down, forcing his cock down your throat again, and you whimpered slightly, gagging and feeling your abdomen tighten as you did so. You pulled back up, and Aizen pushed you back down.

"Just like that, but with suction. Poor girl, you've truly never been touched. A pure and innocent soul...destroyed and conquered like the rest."

There were fingers touching your legs and hips, running all along the globe of your ass before smacking harshly. Your jaw clenched slightly, teeth grazing Aizen's shaft, and the man hummed in distaste.

"Have some self-control. I would rather not kill you while my cock is in your mouth."

You were beginning to shake, almost too weak to hold yourself up, and you almost kicked your foot back when you felt Grimmjow's nose dig into your panties, sniffing deeply.

"Gods, you ain't ever had no man here before, huh. I can smell how sweet your fucking cunt is."

Aizen chuckled then, saying with an air of haughtiness.

"And that belongs to me now, Grimmjow. Don't get too ahead of yourself. I just want you to get her ready for me."

Grimmjow made a noise of displeasure before hissing quietly to himself.

"Whatever."

Your panties were torn apart, and when you went to scream, Aizen shoved your head all the way down until your nose was pressed against his skin, gagging and panicking from how deep in your throat his cock was.

"None of that. It's quite distracting."

Suddenly, there was something wet and warm against your skin, tingles and terror running down your spine as Grimmjow's big hands anchored on either side of your hips and forced you down onto his face. He was lapping at you and groaning, tonguing at your clit and making your body try to squirm.

The sensations he was forcing upon you were strange, foreign, and slightly tickled. You weren't exactly sure how to describe it other than spine-tingling. He was lapping at you desperately, suckling and groaning noisily, and you squeezed your eyes shut tightly.

It was a torturous rhythm. Up and down, in and out; breathing and not breathing. You were a cauldron of emotions and sensations that were overwhelming you to the point that you were beginning to feel light-headed and nauseous. Your eyes fluttered slightly, and it seemed that Aizen knew what was happening.

He was ever-present and ever-observant; taking in every little detail down to the way you blinked. Pulling your head up off of him, he hummed.

"Grimmjow, that's enough."

Grimmjow was hesitant at first, his licking and suckling becoming slower for a moment, and Aizen sighed.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

Grimmjow was slow to get out from beneath you, wiping his mouth, and he snarled out to Aizen; seeming to be running on pure instinct as he glared at Aizen with dilated eyes.

"Selfish prick..."

Aizen just hummed before he pulled you off of his cock, his brown eyes gleaming with nefarious and fiendish ideas.

"Let's get you prepared for your reunion with Kurosaki."

part two soon

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ONLY MINE 💦 GRIMMJOW X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 24: PUBLIC SEX

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“Grimmjow, honey… you seem a little uneasy… are you ok?” “Do you really think I could be ok with you wearing such a short skirt outside?” 

You giggle, still naïve about the consequences of your skirt’s lack of centimetres.

“Ah… come on, it isn’t even that short!” you joke, as prying eyes of random strangers on that club scan your legs up and down.

Grimmjow grunts at them, he is probably about to use his own hand to poke a hole in their chests. 

“Calm down, babe… they are just looking, you have m-“ you still playfully tease him, getting completely shut by a snatching claw that pinches your cheeks to look at him. You almost fell from your bar stool, as both were sitting at the counter. 

“Shut up…” he barks, as he slides his hand from your knee to under your skirt and up to your core. 

“Gri- Grimmjow… calm down… we are in public ~” you inform him, as if he didn’t know, and especially, cared. 

The blue haired man, well aware of your surroundings, realizes nobody is really watching at you, but only your body… cause that’s with some men, they don’t even care about the human attached to a pair of legs and breasts… 

“Didn’t you tell me you were mine? Let them look how mine you are” he whispers in your ear, smirking before even taking lips from there. 

Your toes curl; you were sure you were finishing this night with raw, hot sex�� however, you must have miscalculated when and most importantly, where.

Fingers “discreetly” reach for your thong, moving it out of the way, finding nothing but pure wetness covering your folds. And how could you not, if the moment Grimmjow grunts you are his, your core is ready to agree with him. 

Under your skirt, and the counter, his hand plays with your sex. Touching your clit from time to time, sliding inside your cunt. Your inner thighs tremble, your hand squeezing your glass that’s been empty since a long time now. A little bit more and you are sure you might crush it with your own palm. 

“Gri- babe… s-stop… I can’t” you whisper, trying to make him stop as it has become very noticeable you are indeed being <touched>. 

“Why? Aren’t you mine?” he scoffs, using index and middle finger to slide it inside you in a violent ram. 

You moan, knowing probably nobody heard you over the loud music, but your cheeks turn to fire from the embarrassment -and also since you are very, very close to climax- 

“Why don’t I put my dick inside you, mh?” Grimmjow comes closer, again, murmuring into your ear. 

You gasp, looking at him from the corner of your eye. Where, exactly, he wants to do that? 

“WH-WHERE?” you ask, opening your eyes like two full moons. 

In a matter of seconds, you are dragged against a very close, dark corner next to the bathrooms. Is it the most romantic place? No. Is it risky? Of course it is, but probably you are not the first couple to ever use such “love nest”. 

“Here?”  “Here. I can’t wait no more, turn around” 

You are soon pinned against a wall covered in stickers and who knows what else. Yet, you have no time to care, as your feral lover has lowered your panties until they reach the floor, and his sex has been freed from his black jeans. 

A few pumps get him ready, his hardness has been painful the last half an hour, and he is indeed desperate to be buried deep inside you. 

Lifting your leg just a little from behind, and crunching enough to reach your core, Grimmjow guides his sex into your wet folds.

You whine, loudly. This time you forgot about the rest; every time your lynx lover fucks you everything around stops existing. 

Grimmjow grabs your face in between his fingers. Like claws they manipulate you to look to the side and receive his concupiscent kisses. Tongues in and out, so lewd, so lustful. A picturesque lustful show that probably belongs to a different type of bar. 

“Let them see you, come on… show them… I want them to see how much you love my dick” he grunts, biting your shoulder from behind. His body weight, and the violent trusts makes your body hit the wall nonstop. Breasts plastered against it, that will soon be trapped by his hands… to squeeze them, to pinch them, to enjoy them. 

The sound of loud music and the humid atmosphere reaches you, remind you of where exactly you are. And the thrill of people discovering you adds a special spice to the moment. You know there are probably some eyes on your lustful show. Grimmjow said it himself, and he is probably more interested into showing those exactly how well he fucks his own prey… but what can you do? You are his, and that short skirt was indeed, for him to enjoy… in private, and here too. 

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I am ready and PREPARED for all the new grimmjow fanfics going to come out when his scenes hit 💙 😭 💙

[nellielsss]

Bleach Men I'd do Until Sunrise

Since my summer classes are over, I can FINALLY go back to thinking about more important things, like all the bleach men I want in me. Here's the full list and reasons why 😘 Bleach is also the only Big 3 anime with consistently fine men, and that's a HUGEEE bonus for me

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

A man with muscles is always gonna do it for me every time. Kubo but his entire pussy into his design of Grimmjow like his appearance>>> the hollow mask, the blue hair, the natural eyeliner, so what if he has a hole in his abs?! I'm still putting it down on him 😻 also LOOK AT THAT FERAL SMILE OF HIS oh I know he's a FREAKKKK in bed (he and my self-insert are also married and have an arrancar-soul reaper kid)

2. Kensei Muguruma

I have a problem when it comes to ISTP men who are stoic but also easy to fluster... it may be the ENTJ in me but I'll always love me an ESTP/ISTP man, the brute + confident and strong diva duo will always do it for me every single time without failure, also, again, MUSCLESSS!! I need to be taken to paris by him and Grimmy

3. Cang Du

The man himself who inspired Toji... even though his body's not as built as Toji's, he's still so fine! He's also one of the only non-female Quincies I like (the other one being Äs Nödt but I like him for his creepy he is) anyways he also has some muscle on him + he's not as loud and cocky as the other quincies (yes, I know Grimmjow doesn't shut up, but he's mega foine so he gets a pass)

4. Shūhei Hisagi

Again w the dark-haired muscular men!! Unlike the others, who are mainly known for being tsundere/stoic men, Hisagi has sm cute little moments in the show, like all his moments with Rangiku are so adorable like I'd love flustering this man to death!! (Kubo needs to give him more battles that he wins bc why he he constantly losing every single one 💀)

5. Kaien Shiba

Yet another dark-haired man! Who would've guessed?! anyway, I looooveee his little mentor moments with Rukia, but the little amount of screentime he got in the series was so annoying, especially given how handsomeee this man is with his lil mullet like please return in a flashback idk

6. Ichigo Kurosaki

Ofc, the protagonist of the series gets to be on this list... I didn't find him THAT cute early on in the series, but now that he's drawn better and has more muscle (I'm a fiend for muscles), he's wayyy hotter, also his little mullet moments were soooo UGH please Orihime Inoue my queen make him bring back the mullet, plus his drip/casual outfits are UNMATCHEDD ABSOLUTELY UNMATCHED

Anyway that's all! At least until I watch more episodes...

[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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[brittscafe]

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

Synopsis: During TYBW Cour 3, Grimmjow comes to your rescue when Jugram, Lille Barro, Gerard Valkyrie, Askin battle against you and Orihime, Chad, and Ganju.

A/n: Hiii!! I got inspired when I saw Grimmjow return in cour 3 and I realized how much I missed him 😩

A grunt escapes your dry, cracked lips as you collapse onto your knees. Jugram is towering over you, long blonde hair gently flowing in the wind.

Your eyes glance around at your friends scattered on the ground, Chad, Orihime, and Ganju. Faces scrunched with pain and bodies curled up, enemies standing over them with a proud smile on their faces.

Jugram glances down at you, eyes cold and dark as he reaches out.

Jugram's rough fingertips grab onto your jaw and lift up your head, your eyes meeting his.

"Did you really think you had a chance against me? A soul reaper against a Quincy?!" he speaks through gritted teeth, like it's even an insult to think that you ever had a chance against him.

You're panting heavily, chest pounding as you struggle to find the words. Your shaking fingers are still wrapped around your sword that's on the ground.

Your body is rattled, bruised, and beyond exhausted. Your throat is so dry you can feel it squeezing together and screaming for a drop of water.

You glare up into his Jugram's eyes, your nostrils flaring and face scrunching up.

You aren't one to give up, especially not to a Quincy. In one swift motion, with all the strength you have left, you swing your sword at Jugram.

He swiftly moves, sword colliding with yours, blocking your attack.

Sweat runs down your cheek as Jugram slowly pushes all his weight down onto his sword, slowly pushing both of the swords closer to you.

Suddenly Jugram pulls his sword away then slams it against yours. A gasp leaves your lips as the force from the swing is so strong, it knocks the sword from your fingertips.

Your sword clatters on the ground, mere millimeters away from your fingertips.

"Asshole," you murmur underneath your breath, eyes flashing over to your sword, too far away, then back at Jugram. He holds his sword point at your throat and you inhale through your gritted teeth.

"Any finally words...y/n?" Jugram asks you, daggers inside of his eyes.

Your nostrils flare with anger and Jugram presses his foot onto your chest, holding you down. You squirm against his weight as the sword grows closer to your throat.

You squeeze your eyes shut as your body shuts down. Your body is just too weak for you to defend yourself, so you must prepare yourself for the end...

"Hey...get your hands off her."

That voice...it's like a growl. A deep possessive growl that comes from somebody who loves you deeply.

You snap your eyelids open and glance behind Jugram. Your eyes can't believe what they are seeing, but boy, does he stand there ever so clearly.

Grimmjow's chuckle rings throughout the air and a few strands of his electric blue hair hang down in front of his forehead. His sword on his side. The sight of him makes your stomach churns.

He looks so feral.

Are those...skinny jeans?

You have to hold yourself back from laughing. Jugram gazes over at his shoulder at Grimmjow, letting down his guard. You reach out, fingertips wrapping around your sword and you swing it.

Jugram leaps out of the way and lands on his feet, feet away from you. Grimmjow appears by your side, grabbing you by your arm and lifting you off your feet.

He throws you over his shoulder and you gasp, opening your mouth to protest as Grimmjow takes off with you.

"Grimmjow...you left Orihime, Ganju, and Chad behind!" you scoff out, glancing back at your friends left back. Grimmjow rolls his eyes with annoyance and huffs out.

"Whatever, Kurosaki's got them. No need to worry and give yourself a heart attack, woman," Grimmjow speaks sternly, giving you a light pat on your butt.

Your cheeks heat up and you scoff in defeat. Grimmjow leaps through the air, finally landing on a platform way below the Royal Palace.

Grimmjow gently sets you back down on your feet and you wipe the debris off your uniform.

"Now...what the hell were you thinking?" Grimmjow bites out, eyebrows furrowing.

"Well, I do prefer for the Soul Society to not fall apart in crumbles and have the Qunicies take over," you shake your head with confusion.

"You're stupid. So stupid, you could've gotten killed!" Grimmjow raises his voice. Although, his face has mad written all over it, it's very clear that he's worried about you.

Concern laced in his voice as he stares at you, nostrils flaring. You step closer to him and place your hand on his cheek. His eyes instantly soften and his facial expression drops.

"Are you worried about me, Grimmjow?" you speak softly and he lets out a heavy breath.

"I know you can take care of yourself, y/n," he replies as your thumb caresses his soft skin.

"You came to help us, didn't you?" you ask, a tiny smile forming along your face. Grimmjow peels his eyes away from you and scoffs, face grimacing with disgust.

"Please, just you. You know how I feel about those Soul Reapers," he comments, gazing back at you. He gazes at your soft smile, so precious to him.

Grimmjow suddenly wraps his arms around you, letting his head fall onto your shoulder. He buries his face into your neck and you can feel his warm breath on your neck.

"I love you," he mumbles into your skin. You giggle at his words, moving your hand up your back and gathering his hair into your fingers.

You swear you hear Grimmjow purr as your fingers massage his scalp. His arms are wrapped around your waist ever so tightly, pressing your body against his.

Grimmjow's heart is a steady beat in your arms. He pulls his face up from your neck and eagerly presses his lips against yours. His kiss is desperate and needy, but also passionate and rough.

You let out a tiny moan against his lips as his fingers dig into your flesh. Lips, colliding and molding together as one. Grimmjow loves the taste of your lips and how soft they are against yours.

He slowly pulls away from your lips, teeth tugging on your bottom one. His piercing blue eyes are naughty with the look inside of them as he gazes at you.

A sudden explosion goes off from above you, rocks and debris falling down onto the platform you're on. Grimmjow and you glance up above then back at each other.

"Yhwach..." you sigh out.

"Ok...let's go save your friends and the Soul Society," he comments with a smile on his face.

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

With ulquiorra , mayuri, gin, adult uryu (seperately ) are they ass , tits or thighs

Fluff to smut with fem plz

Ass, Tits, or thighs With The Bleach Characters (Kenpachi Zaraki, and Grimmjow Jaegearjauquez as a bonus)

Fandom: Bleach

Rated: Um 17+? i mean it is explicit but not too explicit tread cautiously i guess.

warnings: titty sucking, spanking, biting, nipping, slapping, motorboating, lactation kink, all of these were mentioned.

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Kenpachi Zaraki:

Kenpachi Zaraki is a certified ass man.

And thighs.

He loves them both equally.

He will make his s/o wear the cutest panties that shape their ass so well.

or he will make them wear the thinnest sexiest thong alive so he can see those pretty sexy cheeks between the thin tight fabric.

loves spankings and will give them for no reason because he loves it.

makes the s/o wear the tightest cutest thigh highs,

yes he fucks them with just them on sometimes.

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Grimmjow Jaegearjauquez:

-another certified ass lover.

-loves to take his partner from behind and fucks them senseless.

-will basically breed his partner like a panther in heat.

-will bite lick and nip their s/o butt cheeks.

-It will leave so many marks on them. You can see his canine in them and will last a few days.

-rubs his face over their ass like how cats do as well.

-loves spanking his s/o as well and will be rough about it.

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Ulquiorra cifer:

might be a cop out but i think he doesn't care.

he likes them all of them equally.

but if he has to pick one then he will choose tits.

nothing too sexual but he just like using boobs as pillows.

and listen to his s/o heart beat.

which is pretty sweet.

but he does take joy into leaving nips, bites and hickey's all over his s/o breasts (rather big or small he does not care)

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Mayuri kurotsuchi:

-I also think he doesn't care.

-To him it really depends on the day.

-some days he will smack and grab ass

-while other days he will want to suck on his s/o nipples and leave huge hickeys on them.

-but he also loves to have his s/o wear garter belts and thigh highs too.

-also enjoys spanking and leaving so many marks on his s/o.

-as long he can mark them up then he doesn't care.

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Uryu Ishida:

my boy loves thighs

loves to squeeze them and rub them

loves garter belts

loves thigh highs

loves biting and marking them with his bites and kisses

cums from thighjobs

want to have sex with just his s/o in thigh highs

loves seeing s/o in fishnets

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Gin Ichimaru:

-He loves titties

-no matter how big or small he wants to suck, lick and nip them

-honestly might have a lactation kink

-probably would call s/o boobs mommy milkers one time before s/o slaps him hard.

-loves tit jobs

-loves motorboating

-loves sheer bras

-would flip if s/o has their nipples pierced

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[scariusaquarius]

fang.

CHRISTMAS ADVENT BONANZA 2K24 Day 9: Mistletoe, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Fem! Reader Summary: Grimmjow didn't understand human celebrations, but when you rope him into one, Grimmjow begins to see the appeal

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A/n: it's my favorite Grimkitty!! I hope you guys are all having a wonderful day!!

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Genre: Romance, Fluff Rated: Everyone Warning: Crude Humor, Swearing, Mean Grimmjow

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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It was times like that that Grimmjow tended to curse his heightened sense of smell. Spices that made his nose burn, sweets that made his stomach turn, and the scents of the humans around him blending together gave the Arrancar a headache. While Urahara was still trying to tweak his gigai in a way that would buffer the sense, it didn't work very well.

He wasn't even sure why he was even here.

Grimmjow sipped the whiskey in his glass, glaring down into the glass as he watched the ball of ice slowly melt, and he was tempted to destroy the radio as horrible, Western Christmas music echoed throughout the shop.

It was the holidays; some human celebration that Grimmjow didn't care enough about to learn of, but he knew it was highly regarded due to the amount of food, people, and gifts were being exchanged. While Grimmjow wanted to leave so badly, he wasn't exactly interested in hearing Urahara get onto his case about it.

"This is gonna really help you get acquainted with pretending to be human here, mmkay?"

What was even the fucking point? It's not like he intended to stay around here for long. He was just here for civil pleasantries and the food.

But then you walked up to him and his whole mind and body was wrapped up in your scent, and Grimmjow had to lift the glass to his nose so the strong smell of ethanol would cover your intoxicating scent.

His blue eyes regarded you in a sneer, glancing down at the gift that was in your hand, and Grimmjow raised his brow as you fidgeted before him.

Like the true predator he was, Grimmjow honed in on the way you were nervous. He could smell it through the alcohol; your scent twinged with an innocent anxiety that he wanted to tear his teeth into and feast on. Grimmjow's grip upon his glass tightened slightly, and his ears pricked as you spoke.

"I know you probably don't really care about gifts, but I didn't want you to be left out so I...got something that I thought you would like."

Grimmjow wouldn't deny that he was surprised, but he was apprehensive at the small gift that was within your hands. Placing his glass down on the table beside him, Grimmjow crossed his arms and scoffed.

"You got me a gift? What the hell for?"

You regarded him with a surprised expression before you chuckled slightly as if you remembered he wasn't exactly familiar with the concept of Christmas.

"Well, it's Christmas. Everyone gets each other gifts for the holiday."

"Sounds stupid to me. Whatever."

Deep within him, there was an innocent curiosity that begged to be stoked and nurtured. His fingers twitched, and he was unable to resist the mystery that lied within the palm of your small hands.

Grimmjow snatched the gift out of your hand, and he took delight in the way you jumped; not expecting him to take the gift despite verbally berating the idea.

Opening up the little bag, Grimmjow carelessly tossed the tissue paper out before pulling out the gift, tilting his head slightly. It was keychain, bright silver glinting within the lights of the shop. Attached to the chain was a fang, and Grimmjow glanced at you as you explained.

"It's a genuine panther fang...I requested the metal to be made with pure stainless steel that way it lasts for a long time...and because you remind me of steel with how strong and resistant you are."

You were embarrassed, glancing down at your feet, and you hummed as Grimmjow continued to stare at the keychain with a neutral expression; revealing nothing to you as you spoke.

"I just...thought that maybe you would like it, but if you don't, I can...I can return it. It really wasn't too expensive-"

Say that to the 38000 yen you were missing now, but you weren't going to tell Grimmjow that (you doubt he had grasped the concept of money yet anyway). Grimmjow cut you off before you could continue to speak, furrowing his brow at you.

"Stop your damn yappin, woman."

Your lips became pursed, and Grimmjow wasn't sure how to react. In all his life, Grimmjow hadn't received a gift just because. In the life that he had lived, there was always some sort of deal or favor that would be asked of him when given something; but there was no expectation within your eyes.

You were so nervous that you were practically shaking in your boots, unable to look him in the eye as he held the keychain up, and Grimmjow could tell you weren't trying to get him to do something or ask him anything.

So, in short, Grimmjow was downright confused. He wasn't exactly sure of the concept of gift-giving just because nor did Grimmjow understand why. What was the point? If it didn't aid him in battle or helped him to beat Kurosaki's ass, what was the point? His throat felt tight, uncharacteristic and foreign as he became awkward and unsure for once.

"The hell is the point?"

You weren't exactly sure how to answer him before shrugging, looking smaller and smaller the more Grimmjow stared at the keychain.

"I just...wanted to do something nice for you, that's all."

Grimmjow couldn't help the way his nose crinkled. He wasn't trying to be mean; he wasn't intentionally sneering at you, but Grimmjow wasn't sure of how else to be. As before, he'd never received a gift before that wasn't done out of some attempt to manipulate or control him, so this was completely new territory.

"I...I don't have anything to give you."

You looked absolutely floored by the way his voice became quiet, his hand curling around the fang and keeping it in a tight grip as he looked away, and you chuckled, making his blue eyes narrow as they shot towards you.

"You don't have to give me anything in return, Grimmjow. That's what Christmas is about: it's to celebrate friendships and those that you care about through gift-giving and just...being together."

"Just...being...together?"

His tone was questioning, looking perplexed for a second before Urahara's booming voice made the two of you jump, the man sporting a shit-eating grin as he held a fishing pole with a sprig of mistletoe above the two of you.

"What do you mean you don't have something to give in return? Why, your opportunity is right here!"

You looked horrified, Grimmjow's lips curling back in a murderous sneer, standing up straight and tall and shielding you slightly as he glared at Urahara.

"The hell is your problem? You wanna fight or something?!"

Urahara laughed loudly, Yoruiichi covering her face in the corner and shaking her head. In the back, you could faintly hear Ichigo choking on his drink as Uryu exclaimed 'what the hell is he thinking?!' while Grimmjow's ears pricked slightly.

"Oh, Grimm, you got it all wrong, my friend! This little thing right here-"

Urahara teasingly dangled the mistletoe in front of Grimmjow's face, quickly darting the sprig above Grimmjow's head when the man tried to snatch it right off of the line.

"-is mistletoe! And in human tradition, anybody that get caught beneath it with another person has to kiss them!"

Grimmjow's face was completely wiped of emotion before his hand snatched the forgotten whiskey glass from the table and swung it at Urahara, the man ducking with a laugh as his hat slowly followed. The glass shattered against the wall, and Grimmjow hissed in embarrassment.

"That's so fucking stupid, and you're not about to make a goddamn fool out of me, you bastard!"

Your hand was cool against his skin, and Grimmjow whipped his head back to look at you; feeling a strange sense of guilt at the sad look on your face.

"It's okay, Grimmjow, it's not...that serious. It's just a stupid tradition that nobody really follows anymore."

If you thought it as stupid, then why was there sadness and disappointment staining your scent like a growing disease? Did you...did you actually want to kiss him? Were you upset that Urahara was making a fool out of you as well? Grimmjow scoffed and exclaimed to Urahara, his cheeks growing warm as he said.

"Listen, dipshit, I'm not about to let you make a goddamn fool out of me. As if I would need some dumbass plant to make me kiss her."

Grimmjow then turned to you, cupping your cheeks, and he slammed his lips against yours. His heart was pounding within his chest; adrenaline rushing through his body, and Grimmjow pulled you closer when your hands rested against his chest.

At first, Grimmjow thought you were going to push him away, but instead, you melted into him; his tense muscles relaxing just the slightest.

He pulled away, his nose brushing against yours and his lips ghosting yours as the man panted, and he was aware of a bright flash. His senses kicked in again, and he hissed at Urahara, who was holding a camera and a delighted grin.

"Aw, you two are so adorable! It almost makes me think that you're ready for the real world now, Grimm Kitty."

That was it. He was gonna kill him. Grimmjow gave you the keychain back, growling.

"Hold onto this for me, will ya, woman? I'm gonna fucking kill this annoying piece of shit."

Grimmjow exited his gigai, the gigai falling forward into your arms and making you yelp and collapse while trying to hold the weight, and Grimmjow began to chase Urahara around, yelling and screaming profanities while you simply giggled with a grin on your face, holding Grimmjow's gigai close as the polaroid picture that fell from Urahara's camera landed on the ground beside you.

Thank god for mistletoe and Kisuke Urahara!

END DAY 9

[compressingsins]

|| Mismatched

Yandere Grimmjow x Chubby f!reader

Warnings : Insecure reader, obsessed Grimmjow, body worship, aftercare, very touchy Grimmjow, little plot, detailed nsfw, marking. This is a nsfw 18+ fic, minors please do not interact.

“I want you to be mine, woman.”

Hello all! So I’m back (I’m not dead!), but this is just my comeback post! I know I haven’t posted in an entire year, but now I’m back and I’m gonna try to post more! I have a bunch of drafts I need to finish, so this is just like a post to show I’m still posting! Even if it flops which it might, I wanted to post something and here it is! Grimmjow is a hottie with little recognition, so here ya go!

Please do not copy or rewrite my works without my permission. 🫥

How'd you end up in a cave in Huecho Mundo with an Espada, was a long story. You're a Soul Reaper, yet he hasn't tried attacking you, not even once even if you did attack him. You were previously injured and when the Espada took you away, he treated your wounds at the best of his abilities, which honestly confused you. You've seen this Espada in action before, Grimmjow, one of Aizens strongest subordinates.

He frightened you of course, and you were even more petrified as you didn't know what he was planning on doing with you. What's even weirder is that you could sense no intentions of harming you, from him, his body sitting across from yours seeming carefree. It's almost like the Espada was... protecting you, or whatever you honestly had no idea. You weren't going to let your guard down to him completely, still watching him closely from afar.

The light of your Kido spell displaying your shadows, both of you sitting on opposite sides of the cave you were in. There was no fear in your body, but you had kept your eyes on the cyan haired male, though he was looking at the ground in silence. With a low sigh, you gulped to question him but you were cautious and simply wanted to know one thing. Once you cleared your throat, Grimmjow looked up at you across from him.

"Why... why am I here?"

Your body tensed from the sharp glare he sent you, and your nerves went into overdrive once he stood up. Still sore and injured from your previous battle with a Hollow, you tried your best in just backing away from the Espada, unaware of what he was doing. You flinched and pulled your hands in front of your face, shielding yourself as he crouched inches before you.

You were surprised since he didn't do anything, slowly dropping your hands from your face to see him looking unexpectedly calm. When you've seen him, he was always loud and aggressive, energetic and dangerous but for whatever reason, you didn't feel in danger right now. Why he was being this way with you was so unknown, as you didn't dare question him for it may upset him.

"Put your hands down, I'm not gonna hurt you, woman."

Only being able to look at him, you slowly let your hands drop to your sides and eyed the male who continued staring into your eyes. There was something in his eyes, like a hint of peace, sadness and concern but it was odd to you. If he was feeling like this, why, you didn't know but still you didn't want to cut him off. He was inches away from you, though, and it didn't fail to make you flustered.

"What's your name?"

An arched eyebrow displayed your confusion, Grimmjow still waiting patiently for you to say something. That patience, however, quickly ran out as his aggressive voice rung in your ears.

"I said tell me your damn name, girl."

You jumped from that, your words almost instantly coming out but it didn't help the second of fear that penetrated your body, stuttering a bit over your words.

"It- it's ____..."

"____."

The way he repeated your name was... well something you didn't expect, something cute and honestly you wanted to hear him say it again. You weren't being weird with yourself or anything, but you just wanted to hear it again because he said it, like it meant something to him. Your name wasn't a name that was big or important, so that's why it made you feel the way it did.

You didn't want to upset him or anything but you had a question for him, biting your lip before your eyes trailed back to his face. The mask on his face interested you and it failed to scare you, and you found him particularly... sweet, in a way? He treated your wounds when he didn't have to, and with his clothes that he shredded to patch up the cuts amongst your skin.

Gulping harshly on your spit, swallowing the lump in your throat, you prepared yourself once more to question him.

"May I ask... why did you, bring me... here?"

An ice cold glare was shot at you, making your breath hitch and your body once again began to try and instinctively retreat. Once he saw that, his blue eyes softened and stared you down like before, calm and collected. Still, he didn't seem of a threat or like he was going to harm you so almost instantly, you relaxed.

"I want you to be mine, woman."

You couldn't believe how straight forward he was, a gasp of air escaping you a second after hearing his bold words. Was he serious, you're a Soul Reaper and he's an Espada, that was near impossible. Besides, you think you're basic and he's particularly handsome, so you didn't understand why he supposedly wanted you.

Also as a different race, you would expect him to want one of the same as him and not an enemy. You were honestly going to deny it but you didn't know how to, maybe he'd get upset and aggressive like he usually is when you see him in the World of the Living. You knew you couldn't match him at all, so you didn't want to risk that besides the fact that you're still injured.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

You couldn't tell if he was serious or not but you were all ears right now, curious as to why he wanted you to be his. You didn't know what he really wanted and maybe his words were true but it too made you think that it was all a trick, a trick to give up information. You really didn't have any but you had enough, some that would be very futile to give up.

"We're enemies, why? That doesn't seem... logical."

For a brief moment he was silent, observing your face that was slightly contorted in confusion. A growl emitted from his throat, overflowing through his mouth once it opened to speak.

"You interested me, when I first saw you. Originally, I was just supposed to bring you back with me but seeing you on multiple occasions made me fall for you. Aizen wants me to bring you back for information, but I don't give a shit what he wants. I want you here with me even if you or anyone else doesn't like it."

"Why me? I'm a Soul Reaper and you're-"

"I know what the hell I am!"

His outburst caused your entire body to shudder with slight fear, but he calmed once he saw how scared you looked after that.

"I can't explain it but when I first saw you, something about you attached me. That's never happened before, with anyone, and I hate myself for feeling this way about you. Can't even fucking focus... just because you're on my damn mind."

He seemed like he was dying to tell someone this, specifically you, and it was kinda nice knowing someone felt like this about you. Still you didn't know if it was real or not, but you found your heart warming from listening to him speak. He was kinda... cute acting like this, making your body heat up with comfort that unexpectedly indulged your body.

"You're staying here to live with me, ____."

That shot a dart of fear through your body, hoping he wasn't serious with his words. You didn't want to leave your home and live in a World full of Hollows, though he is an Espada, a strong one at that. That still didn't make a difference because you didn't know him, nor did you want to stay in this hell of a place, leaving your friends.

"But I have a life in the Soul Society and the World of the Living..."

Your words were quiet, shallow and it's obvious why they were. He seemed to have expected your timid and shy behavior, staring into your face with a sense of worry, worry that he'd have to force you to stay here with him. He didn't want to have to do that but he would, if you wouldn't willingly come. His question though, grabbed your attention...

"Come on, can you honestly say you're happy living there? Yeah, letting people talk shit and treat you any type of way isn't living. That's tolerating that shit..."

You could honestly say you agreed with him, gasping and looking into his eyes that shined with a certain sparkle your heart couldn't handle. He seemed genuinely concerned for you, like he actually wanted to be with you but you still couldn't trust it. He's of the enemy which makes it hard to believe anything he said to you.

His words seemed legit though, but that could've just been you being gullible and vulnerable to anyone, like most of the time. His face was unreadable and you didn't want to play yourself, just because he was the one responsible for some of your friends injuries. Nearly killing two of your friends was even worse, the thought tightening your chest.

You just couldn't come to terms with what was true and what was not, how could you trust an enemy? Even if he is telling the truth, how could you be with someone you've never acquainted with, let alone always fight when you saw him. You were surprised when his hand took a hold of your chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze before he let his hand retreat back to his side.

"You're too damn stubborn, letting those people run all over you, ____. I wanna protect you from all their bullshit, keep you here... safe with me. Honestly, I'm fucking desperate... desperate for you and if you don't willingly stay, I'll force you to so make your choice."

His face was contorted in anger but you could tell he wasn't upset, no bad energy radiating off of him which relieved your tension just slightly. Maybe he was right, you were gullible, because you were honestly believing everything he was saying to you. Disappointed as you were in yourself just for believing him...

"Those damn idiots don't deserve you." You didn't understand why he was being this way, only seeming to want to kill everything he came across, "You fucking let them push you around, just because you're weaker than them. You shouldn't be scared of those pieces of shit..."

He wasn't lying when he said your supposed to be friends talked shit about you, but you always just thought it was on a joking level. Even if it occured nearly everyday, you still just took their words as jokes. When he called you weak though, it made you gasp out in shame and disappointment, though you do need more training.

Just haven't realized you were as weak as he made you seem caused a wave of embarrassment to flood your veins. A growl that emitted from his chest averted your gaze back to his face, seeing him a little closer to you, on both his knees with his face closer to yours. Your entire body tensed, your cheeks ghosting with crimson shades that changed your skin nearly entirely.

He didn't seem phased by how close he was to you, taking in your flushed face. You could easily forgive people but him, Grimmjow, he wrecked havoc on so many of your friends but... he also seemed genuine, and you didn't know if you were desperate but you were considering it. Now that he said what he said previously, you realize that you do get pushed around more than you thought.

Your eyes went to his face, hearing a slight uneasy breath escape him, his cheeks quickly fading as red faintly appeared. Maybe you weren't desperate, maybe he was meant to take you away for some reason, a reason you couldn't pinpoint. Your heart kept jolting for the male, the enemy and you didn't think you would feel for someone who's done so many bad things to you. Not specifically but to your... friends?

Were they really your friends, you didn't know because everything he said was true. Maybe you were just tolerating them since you really didn't have anyone else, though, you did have other friends that genuinely cared for you. Most of them do push you around, but then there is that one group that loves and cares for you.

That's why you didn't know if you should stay...

"Even if you're not as strong as most, I can protect you... keep you safe."

When his hands went to your body, you were surprised with how calm your mind and body seemed to be, practically inviting him to touch your figure. His hands were going to your thighs, just before slowly ghosting to your hips which brung your bodies close together. Your breath did catch in your throat, though.

He just let his hands rest on your hips though, softly sinking his claws in your flesh which finally made you tense. Still, he was looking into your face with that same expression but he wasn't mad, like it was his normal expression. You were practically being pulled to his chest only a few inches away, fortunately.

"So what, you gonna stay wimme or not woman?”

You bit your lip, letting your mind go into a frenzy of scrambled thoughts, trying its best to find the correct words for you to speak. You wanted to see your friends but you also didn't want to get hurt, considering how he confirmed that he'd force you if you don't. Maybe he'd even hurt your friends back home and you honestly didn't want that. You had your answer, the one you didn't think you'd pick, in the beginning...

"I'll... I'll stay with you... Grimmjow."

As you said his name, your eyes averted to his face that turned calm, a wicked grin spreading across his face before he latched his lips onto yours. It was so surprising that you barely took in a breath but easily melted into his lips that were somewhat rough, though, it drummed your heart. It wasn't a minute after until he let his long tongue slip into your mouth, letting his thicker muscle dance and caress your own that barely had any control.

Your hands instinctively went to the big set of shoulders before you, digging your nails in the flesh as your eyes shut to succumb into the kiss of Grimmjow. He was growling into the kiss, flushing his body with yours to maneuver his hands to your ass, grasping handfuls of it that made you flinch and push at his chest.

Almost instantly, Grimmjow released your soft cheeks to stare into your eyes, like he genuinely was concerned for your timid form.

"What's the problem?"

The way he acted was how he already was so it didn't really bother you, but you didn't want this to escalate far more than it should. It was obvious as to what he was trying to do and you didn't want to act on this so quickly, considering you've only just agreed to staying with him.

You didn't even get the chance to properly introduce each other, yet he was so determined to strip you and himself from your restraints. He was already half naked since he used his clothes to patch you up, earlier, thus leaving only his pants and footwear upon his body.

Your body was getting hotter from his touch, however, which he could physically feel underneath his fingertips. You were grateful that he was giving you a chance to speak to him, as it didn't seem like that's something he'd do in the beginning, just from his attitude you've previously observed.

"I'm just... this is moving too fast, for me. If you want me to stay with you, you can't just rush me to do this with you. We've only just properly met each other..."

A glare was shot at you, a growl submerging from him but his grip on your hips tightened, keeping your body still. He obviously didn't want to harm you, though, and you felt a sincere sense of warmth seek throughout your blood, flowing to your brain that was mushy from his feather touch.

"Your body says otherwise, baby. After all, I've been straining myself the entire time from just being near you. I can't really contain my want for you anymore..."

You couldn't lie, when his hands touched your body, a wave of heat ran through your body, sending shivers through you, pleasurable ones.

"It'll be a low thing to force you to have sex with me, so I'll let you decide. But, your scent is... intoxicating..."

His voice sounded strained, almost painful as he spoke those words to you. It's like he's literally been dying to do something with you, but you were still confused on what you really wanted and what you wanted to do. Besides, you've only partake in these kind of acts a few times, three to be exact, and you never got to finish...

Just because the guys you did it with only did it for their pleasure, as they didn't honestly want to stay with you. It hurts you to think about it, so you can't really make up your mind if you even want this or not. He seemed extremely desperate, though, and if that was the case being the person you are, you wanted to help him.

You couldn't even get a word out, before he snarled out something... extremely vulgar.

"I've been wanting to fuck you full of my cum, for a very long time, ____. Being in a rut without someone to fuck, is so fucking annoying..."

He looked so defeated and fed up with it, you just can't help but wonder how long he's been in a rut. But still, that wasn't as important as your decision for him, if you wanted to do this or not. It was an understatement to say that you weren't somewhat turned on from just his touch, and that kiss added fuel to the flames.

Your mind was telling you how much you wanted this and so was your body, but your heart had a trust barrier that he didn't break through yet, still not believing him all that much. You wanted to because he seemed so sincere, so you had to bite your lip to brace yourself for your answer. Looking at him and placing a hand on his arm, he looked up at you which caused a gasp to escape you, suddenly.

"Well, if it'll help you then... we can do it."

In the blink of an eye, you were pinned underneath the bigger male, his lips latched onto yours as deep groans escaped him. Your eyes were wide, feeling as he grounded his hips with yours and began humping into your soft body, unintentional whimpers and moans escaping you.

His hands were gripping tightly around your wrists, holding you completely still against his warm body. Your eyes instinctively shut, melting into the warmth of his body, feeling your heat spasming around nothing. His lips on yours was taking your breath away, literally.

You didn't even realize you were panting into the air, until you heard a chuckle rumble from the male on top of you. Your eyes opened, seeing a smug smirk on his face as he stared down at your flushed crimson face. You could feel his heartbeat on your heat, the pulsing being violent that twitched tingles into your body.

He loved the way you squirmed underneath his body, you hardly realized his hands weren't on your wrists anymore. His voice grabbed your attention, though, your heart pounding from his words.

"Show me your neck, baby. I wanna mark you as mine."

You saw how sharp his teeth were already, so your body tensed just a bit and he saw this. His hands went to your plush hips, squeezing them in his hands to sooth your nerves. You gulped just before tilting your head to the side, exposing your neck that made Grimmjow lick his lips.

It wasn't even a minute after, until he latched his mouth onto your neck, really close to the lob of your ear and you nearly screamed once his teeth dug in. He was like a vampire, feeling a trickle of blood escaping from the punctured holes that were bubbling from your neck. His hands went back to your wrist to keep you still.

You bit your lip to conceal your shrieks, feeling his tongue working on the blood that was streaming from the mark he made. He seemed to be enjoying your taste quite well, for a minute you'd think he was actually a vampire. Though, his lips created suction around the mark, pulling at the flesh and the wound electrifying more than pain.

It was a pleasurable pain that made you broken-ly moan, your body shuddering and writhing underneath him, and it made Grimmjow smirk as you shifted your heat agaisnt the tent in the front of his pants. That movement electrified his hips back into motion, pressing himself harder agaisnt you as you felt his covered length slip between your folds.

A gasp escaped you, feeling how heavy and twitchy it felt, obviously he wasn't a small man. The thought nerved you, gasping and mewling due to the liquid you could feel streaming down your leg. Your own fluids escaping you and Grimmjow could feel it too.

Once he was sure he imprinted his mark into your neck, he pulled off of you with a popping wet sound, a string of saliva breaking off as he pulled away. You shivered when a breeze of air tickled the freshly made mark, Grimmjow grinning at your current state, flushed and trembling.

It wasn't long until he started tugging at his pants, your eyes widening in panick that he all to well seen. He didn't care, though, continuing to work on his confines that was tightened extremely around his length. He's never been this hard before, feeling like his cock would explode as soon as he grazed you with it.

"Wait, Grimmjow?"

"What now, woman? You wanna stop?"

In all honesty, you didn't, but you haven't done this in a while so you thought a little preparation would be necessary.

"It's just that, well... I haven't done this in a while, so can you prep me first?"

A growl emitted from his throat but he could understand, although he couldn't contain himself any longer. He just wanted to claim your body as his and that alone still brought tension in your veins, slightly shaking at the thought. You were confused when his hands went to your hips, lifting you up to suddenly be on your hands and knees.

He was behind you which made an sound akin to a herd of buffalo stomping in your ear. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body, sending a warm chill to electrify throughout your veins. He was pressed up agaisnt you and hard too, you could feel the pulse of your cunt beating agaisnt his length that felt extremely thick.

"Just relax, baby. This'll feel good for the both of us and," He layed his chest agaisnt your back, placing his hands beside yours while his hips were now flushed with yours, "I know you haven't felt that delicious orgasm you've been craving, in years. But, I can bring you to that point.”

Your face heated from his words and it took you a moment to realize he was completely naked, and you could hear the smirk from his words. A shiver ran through you from his hot breath that fanned over the side of your face, his lips grazing your neck and back before he sat himself up. You tried so hard to look forward but you turned your head, trying to see what your body was in for.

You caught a glimpse of it, being so stiff and practically pouring thick substances of pre-cum. You didn't know but it looked like he was so hard that all the blood in the organ turned his length purple, enticing a harsh gulp in your throat. You nearly shrieked as his claws shredded your clothes, now being bare to his eyes, even your underwear tasting the same fate.

Your body tried balling up, since you were completely exposed to the handsome blue haired male, behind you. You thought he would stop here, until you felt his hands roaming your body, quiet praising coming from him.

"Damnit, so fucking sexy... so damn soft..!"

Instantly, your eyes beaded with tears that stung the corners, just because you've always wanted to hear those words from someone. At least something like that. His nails were digging into your skin, slightly letting them drag across to feel you shivering and tingling underneath him. A smack to your ass made you shudder, jolting forward from the sting behind it.

He grinned to himself, loving how your cheeks jiggled with every little movement he made you do. He wasn't one for preparing but he wanted you to feel good too, not only that, but he wanted to make you cum. He wanted your orgasm to be intense and that's what he's intending, as he knows he can give you that intense high you so desperately and obviously wanted.

"I'm more bigger than these average little shits, so you may wanna prepare yourself~"

"Grimm-"

Your words were short once you felt his tip sliding in, feeling quite thicker and bigger than it looked, when you saw it. Your chest fell to the ground, feeling Grimmjow lay his chest agaisnt your back, carefully thrusting his hips to get you to open up to him. You didn't know it, but Grimmjow was struggling to keep his composure, his eyes tightened shut and his teeth gritting the more he slid in.

"Shit..!"

His hands were now on yours, balling up and squeezing your smaller hands in his. You let out a hoarse cry of slight pain, feeling how wide you were being stretched from his thick length. Grimmjow was literally moaning agaisnt your neck, trying his best to latch onto you but failing as your walls struggled to let him in.

You were far tighter than he'd think you'd be but it was a bonus, tensing up his body as he tried to push himself into you. He couldn't though, your walls squeezing extremely tight around only the tip and some inches, his right hand going to your hip to pull you back on him. He didn't expect this extreme tightness, his eyes nearly tearing up from how good this felt.

"____! You needa... you gotta relax, damn..!"

You were trying your best to relax, pressing your arms on the ground and laying your head on top of both of them. That was kind of a mistake, now you could see him entering your body, being way bigger than he seemed to be a moment ago. This sight only made you tighten around him, vulgar moans escaping the both of you.

He rested his chin on the nape of your neck, placing both hands firmly on your hips before he naturally began prying your insides open. Instant near screams escaped you, and rumbling moans secreted pass his gritted teeth. You didn't know if it was from pain or pleasure, your noises only seeming to encourage the male to sink more wildly into you.

His pace was slow, but the thickness of his length made it all the more pleasurable feeling those pulsing veins dragging agaisnt your velvet walls. You tried suppressing your moans but his hips began snapping harshly into yours, now that he was fully inside of you, feeling how his balls lightly tapped your already drooling clit.

You wanted to scream, when his arms wrapped around your waist, quickly guiding his big fingers to your sweet neglected pussy, rubbing harsh circles into it. The obscene sound of his hips slamming agaisnt yours made your walls clench around his cock, almost trapping him inside of your overly wet insides. You couldn't believe the warmth trailing down your cheeks, hearing the deep growls and groans of the male fucking into you.

His arms were extremely tight around your body, making sure he pulled you back to meet his thrusts, feeling the full force of his cock that collided with your spongy sensitive spot. You couldn't help the lewd screams escaping you, feeling that bubbling heat boiling in your abdomen, ready to burst as he seemed to repeatedly began bashing into that spot.

Even with his cock hitting every pleasurable spot inside your soft walls, he still managed to find a spot that spilled tears from your eyelids, feeling his warm breath fanning the side of your face. He was moaning directly into your ear, his chest rubbing agaisnt your back which both were sweaty from the intense session.

Grimmjow, however, took note of your tightened insides, angling his hips to fuck you in an upward motion, making sure his cock kissed that spot each time. He didn't know he would but when he heard you let out a howling moan, you could feel your cervix give way to him, Grimmjow gritting his teeth as it clamped down on the head of his cock.

His blue locks were sticking to his forehead, layed out from this situation, though he didn't even know someone could give him this much pleasure. He could feel fluids escaping his slit, massive amount of pre-cum accidentally slipping out and into you which felt so good to him. You didn't notice it but he was still making you feel good, too good in fact as you felt that hot coil in your stomach wind way too tight.

It didn't want to break which annoyed you, causing you to move your hips back against his, meeting his thrusts that nearly broke you. He could feel how much tighter you were now, gradually picking up pace and force that knocked the wind out of your lungs. You didn't even realize his fingers weren't on your clit anymore, but you felt the pressure of his body removed from yours.

His voice snapped you back into reality, listening to his broken moans as he tried to speak through the pleasure and the loud clapping sound made between the both of you.

"Cum for me..! Cum for me, ____! Fucking cover me with your sweet juices..!"

His hands were on your hips, harshly pulling you back on his cock before your body took note of what was happening, almost instantly feeling that high you desperately wanted arising. His eyes were trained on where he was entering your soft body, loving how he could see your juices sloshing out and around his cock, dripping onto the ground beneath you.

"Scream out my name, woman! Let these fuckers know I'm claiming this pussy... ngh!"

Not even a second after, you screamed exactly what he demanded you say, feeling that delicious orgasm electrify your nerves, frying your brain nearly from how intense this was.

"GRIMMJOW!"

He smiled devilishly at this but that smile instantly went away from how much tighter you became, feeling his own orgasm approaching and quickly. He could tell you couldn't really take this, seeing as your body desperately tried retreating from his massive cock and thrusting hips. That made him wrap his arms around your body again, holding you tightly to his warm chest that rubbed agaisnt your back.

You wanted to scream feeling him hitting even deeper inside you, your pussy fluttering and quivering around his thick length. From the uneven breaths that came from Grimmjow, you could tell that he was extremely close. He was slowly dragging his cock in and out of you, in return, you could feel the twitching and throbbing of his cock.

"Fuuuck..! I'm gonna fucking cum in you, baby..! I want you to take it all for me, don't spill a drop..!"

"I can't... can't take it..! Anymore, Grimmjow..!"

Another knot formed in your abdomen from his methodical thrusts, slowly yet deeply pushing into you, clearly lost to his own pleasure. You felt a cool substance on your shoulder, Grimmjow drooling as he nearly became delirious from the orgasm that broke over him. The force behind his orgasm hit a bundle of nerves inside of you, causing your overly stimulated pussy to gush all over him again.

This orgasm was more intense than the first one and he could honestly say that his was more intense than any past fling he's ever had. You're not a fling, however, Grimmjow wanting to keep you more than anything. As his seed seeped throughout your body, he continued to slowly piston his hips in a circular motion that stirred your insides. You could only twitch, your body spasming with every movement.

You barely registered his tongue slowly stroking your neck, placing kisses agaisnt it before he plunged himself deeply inside you, staying stationary to make sure all of his fluids got into your body. Both yours and his juices were streaming down your leg, leaving you relaxed but concerned for one thing. You couldn't say it though, soft sobs escaping you that shot a gasp from Grimmjow before he stopped licking your neck.

Sitting up but still buried to the hilt inside of you, the little movement causing you to moan softly, feeling him pushing his cock inside of you to stay there. A growl came from him, before he once again placed his hands on the sides of your head and his abdomen agaisnt your ass.

"What's wrong?"

"This is it..?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're gonna leave me, after this... it's okay, I'm used to it..."

He could hear the pain in your voice, a snarl escaping him and a gasp of shock slipping past your lips, as he wrapped his arms back around your body to hold you close to him. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart agaisnt your back, listening to his words that seemed... real, for the first time.

"Fuck that, I'm staying with you and you're staying with me. You're mine, you're not going anywhere I've already told you this. Whatever those assholes did to you doesn't matter, you're only gonna be with me, no matter what."

Your heart jolted, listening to him. This was right, this choice was right there's no doubt in your mind, anymore. He seems to genuinely care for you, feeling his lips kiss your neck again before he slowly pulled himself from your abused core. You felt a pleasurable chill run through your body, suddenly being on your back with your legs hitched up around his hips.

He was looking down at you, smirking as he took in your confused expression. Entrap-ping your body with his hands, Grimmjow inched his face closer to yours as he enclosed on your lips. Both your eyes closed in a sweet and gentle kiss, him pulling away to look into your eyes. You could honestly say that you believe him, and your heart is expanding for him far faster than you'd thought.

"We're not done yet, baby. I want you to look in my eyes, while I pound into this tight pussy of yours. You may wanna save your voice, we'll be here for a while."

You tried denying him since your body was overly sensitive, but a harsh thrust of his hips cut you off, already feeling his cock bashing into your cervix. Your eyes sealed shut, but his was staring down at your lovely face, bottling up the cute expressions you made. He knew you didn't know but he honestly loved you, and he was determined to keep you safe.

He wouldn't let those 'friends' of yours come in tact with you, ever again, though he wasn't going to keep you locked away. He had a plan for everything, though, he wouldn't allow anyone to be near you as they used to be. He doesn't trust anyone with you, wanting to keep you by him forever.

Truth be told, he'd possibly quit all of his evilness just to keep you safe. Yes, you were mismatched, but you were meant to be.

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Kinktober Day 31- Slasher!Grimmjow x F!Reader

Summary: It's Halloween and the Slasher is back at it. Will you take Grimmjow's advice and stay home or get caught by the slasher?

Warning: MINORS DNI, SMUT, mentions of murder, public sex??? It counts even if ppl dead right lololol???

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"For the fuckin' last time, (Y/N), stay inside this Halloween! It's too dangerous for ya." Grimmjow barked as he followed you to your dorm room.

"I'm not a child, Grimmjow. I've finally been invited to a party and I want to go," You said with a soft pout.

You and Grimmjow had become unlikely friends when you started college together. Grimmjow was known as a foul mouthed brute, barely making his way through college, while you were a straight A student.

"Yeah, by the dicks of campus. C'mon, that slasher dude is out there and they are prime targets. I don't wanna see yer body on the news."

"Oh, Grimmjow," You smiled and pulled him into a hug, "There's way too many people. I can't live my life in fear. Why don't you be my bodyguard then?" You asked.

Grimmjow pulled his hands away from your hips, wanting to keep you close. He gave you a lazy glare,

"Ya know I always will be...but I ain't goin' to that party." He sighed heavily, fixing your hair, "What ya wearin'?"

"Wanna see?"

You smiled brightly as you went to change into your costume. Honestly, it was a bit on the slutty side, but that was what all the girls at the party were going to wear. You just wanted to fit in, but if Grimmjow liked you in the outfit, you would feel much better.

You loved Grimmjow, but you were afraid of ruining your friendship with him.

"Ta~daaaa~"

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Grimmjow felt his dick do all the talking as you stepped out of the bathroom with a tight devil suit. Your breasts and ass barely holding onto the thin costume. Hiding his erection, Grimmjow watched as you posed for him.

"Fuck, (Y/N), ya really wearin' that?"

"Do you not like it?" You frowned, sulking your shoulders. Grimmjow cussed lowly,

"I do, but why do others gotta see ya in that?"

"I was told that all the girls have to be in something like this," You pouted, glancing at him. Grimmjow just grumbled and started to leave,

"Ya look good. Look, I'll text ya later...Got shit I needa do."

Grimmjow cussed quietly as he hurried out of your dorm. Not only did he have to take care of his erection, but he needed to get ready for tonight. No one would going to see you in that sexy costume.

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You were nervous. The amount of looks you had while on the way to the party made you think twice. As worried as you were, you needed to go to this party. You were finally going to fit in at the college!

Approaching the house, you could hear the music from a mile away. It was strange to not see anyone outside. You knocked, but with no answer, you opened the door.

"Um? Hello?"

Gasping loudly, you froze as you saw piles of bodies laying on the ground. Blood soaking the floor. You wanted to scream, but your voice was stuck in your throat.

Ready to run, you cried as someone wrapped their arms around your waist.

"Please! No!"

"Shh, yer bodyguard is here," Grimmjow whispered into your ear.

"G-Grimmjow?!"

Sobbing as your fear slowly went away, you turned around and hugged your friend. Grimmjow's hands wrapped around your body as he gently lifted you up. His hands grabbing your ass.

"G-Grimm-"

"I told ya not to come 'ere," Grimmjow said with a sigh as he walked up the stairs, "Didn't want ya to see this."

"Huh?"

"These fuckers were gonna pull a cruel prank on ya, heard em talk bout it." Grimmjow placed you on a bed, "Had to fuck em up before they could do that...plus...yer outfit is only for my eyes."

"Grimmjow?" You were surprised by his words then gasped as you saw the party hosts tied up, dead against the closet, "W-Wait!?"

"Shh, I ain't never gonna hurt ya,"

Grimmjow stroked your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you. He took off his clothes, placing himself between your legs. You weren't sure what the think right now. Your body was getting hot for Grimmjow, but you were scared from the murders.

"Did you-"

"So fuckin' sexy," Grimmjow groaned, pulling your bottom part of the costume to the side, revealing your dripping pussy, "Hehe, yer body wants me too."

"W-Wait....Grimmjow...did you kill everyone here?" You finally asked.

Grimmjow gave you another lazy look, which answered your question. He hovered over your body, his fingers trailing your exposed cunt before pinching and rubbing your clit. You gasped, moaning softly and squirming against his touch.

"Will ya hate me if I did?"

You whimpered, unsure how to answer that. You thought you knew Grimmjow. He was your best friend, but to murder people? Grimmjow was the slasher this whole time? It was wrong to love him, but you didn't want to lose him.

"No," You admitted.

Grimmjow smirked as he lifted your legs, kissing you again before sliding his dick inside your tight folds. You gasped and whined in response, feeling strange. Grimmjow was filling you up in a house full of people he just killed. This was wrong, but it felt so good.

"W-What if you get caught?" You asked. Grimmjow raised a brow as he started to thrust inside you, "Ah~"

"Don't worry bout that. Just focus on ma dick inside ya." He grumbled, enjoying the sounds you were making, "Listen to yerself, so fuckin' sexy. Been waitin' for this just as long as I have?"

"Hn~ Mhm~" You gripped the bed sheet, arching your back as you felt Grimmjow's dick kiss every part of your pussy.

"That's my good girl. Let the last thing these assholes see is their killer fuckin' the girl he loves."

"Ah~ MhM~ G-Grimm~" You couldn't think straight as Grimmjow kept pounding his dick into you.

You gasped and moaned as you felt your core starting to build up heat. You were going to cum soon. This was wrong. Having sex right after the man you loved killed a bunch of people. It was wrong, but oh so exciting.

"Gonna cum for me? If ya do, then I ain't got no choice but to fill ya up." Grimmjow chuckled darkly, his pace picking up, "Like the thought of me bein' a killer? An even bigger bad boy than ya thought?"

"S-Stop s-saying...mhm~ ah~" You cried out as you felt your orgasm wash over you, "Grimm...hah~ hah~"

"Awe, don't get tired. Ya wanted to party all night, right? Well, yer gonna party with me." His smirk widening as he unloading inside you, watching you squirm.

"All night long."

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Grimmjow chuckled lowly as he held your hips, his dick still pounding inside your dripping pussy. He had you on all fours, facing the bodies of his victims. His cum was dripping out of your pussy with every thrust Grimmjow gave you.

"Yer just a moanin' mess, (Y/N). It's only been like thirty minutes, gonna get ya pregnant at this rate. Didn't think ya had the stamina for me." Grimmjow chuckled darkly.

"Mhm~"

"Hm, yer right. Better get outta here before anyone notices." Grimmjow grumbled.

Giving you one last load, Grimmjow let your limp body rest while he got dressed and cleaned up. He had to make sure there were no traces of either one of you at this house. This was always the most annoying part of his kills.

Once he was done, Grimmjow fixed your costume and picked you up. He had no choice but the take the sheets with him since both of your fluids were all over it.

"Hm, ain't nobody gonna say shit if yer at my place dressed like this. My little devil." Grimmjow chuckled, kissing your head as he jumped out the window, "Gonna fuck ya stupid, (Y/N), make sure ya never betray me."

Never.

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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

[cherryblossombankai]

Day 10: Overstimulation with Grimmjow 

Warnings: fem!reader, oral (fem recieving), overstimulation

Tag List: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @satorustar, @kenpachisbrat, @sweet-chocolate-sweet

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He has you pinned down on the bed, spread out before him like a king’s feast. Your body is littered with feral bite marks, some of them deep enough to be dripping with blood. Your cheeks are flushed and sweat clings to your skin in a thin sheen. Grimmjow has your thighs spread wide open, and his tongue prods your hole needily. His thumb rubs against your sensitive, swollen nub.

“Grimm, can’t…” you whine. 

If he hears you, he doesn’t respond. You’d been able to tell from when he walked in the door that he was riled up. He’d bent you over the table as soon as he got home and fucked you until your knees were jelly. Only to move you to bed and seemingly start again. 

“Cum again for me, I know you can,” he growls before suckling again at your clit. 

“Please, please,” you whine. You can’t even tell if you’re begging for yet another release or for mercy. He slaps your thigh and spreads your legs again. 

He continues his attack on your clit until you cum again with a needy sob. You push on his head, your fingers tangling in his sweaty blue hair. When that doesn’t work, you squirm. You use what little control you have left over your muscles to try to wiggle away from him. You manage a few inches before he’s growling. He pulls you back down the bed again. 

“Where the fuck y’going?” he growls. 

“Can’t, Grimmjow,” you whine. Your mind is buzzing with numbness brought on from being so fucked out and satisfied. You can’t even catch a solid thought. 

“Are you using your safe word?” he asks, crawling over you to kiss your neck. 

“Nuh uh,” you moan. 

“Oh yeah? Then we keep going ‘til I say so, don’t we?” 

You giggle and nod. He guides his cock to push through your puffy folds and tease your soaked entrance. He pushes into you slowly. There’s an ache mixed with pleasure. Even him rubbing your clit is a little painful. He grunts when he bottoms out. 

“So wet for me, baby. ‘Feels so fuckin’ good,” he says against your ear. 

You cling to him as he fucks you again. Your walls flutter around him, and tears sting your eyes. You can’t think, you can’t even feel anything besides his cock ramming into your sweet spot continuously. 

Just the way he wanted you. 

[arabella0001]

today is bleach day part 2

prank gone wrong

⟡ characters: toshiro, renji, ichigo, ishida

scenario: you text them “come fuck me”

part 1: urahara, aizen, grimmjow, byajuya, shunsui

ichigo🎭

toshiro❄️

renji🐍

ishida 🏹

[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.

[imaginingbleach]

Something that randomly came to mind...

Enjoy!

(NSFW below the cut; espadas included: 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8 & Neliel)

Struggled a bit with 8, so forgive me. 😭

Types of Doms they are:

Starrk

This man has got exactly two modes when it comes to sex. Lazy or feral.

He's willing to do a lot with you, but if you catch him in his lazy mode you'll likely be doing most of the work.

Ride him, suck him, hell he'll even give you oral if you both find the right positions for him to laze a out.

Just remember: It's not that he isn't enjoying himself; that rock hard dick proves otherwise...

You knew what you were getting into.

Now then, switching gears: when he's feral, he'll barely let you move.

He's making you cum a minimum of one time before he's even going to penetrate you in any way.

He gets very possessive in this state.

Congratulations! You've essentially got a werewolf boyfriend who's usually lazy and can't transform like that...

But! When he needs to claim you for whatever reason? Welp!

Communication is key with this man! He doesn't mind if you have multiple partners, but he can get a bit jealous if you don't tell him!

Hell, you'll find out on more than one occasion, when someone flirts with you...

He'll bring you home and claim you all night long.

He might not even make it home.

Just... Keep him in the loop if you're crushing or plan to date another. it'll probably save some furniture.

Halibel

As she can't quite use her mouth outside of being in her release form, she's had time to master plenty of other ways to get you off.

She prefers to use her hands and fingers on you, but is not opposed to toys in anyway.

That's primarily for when she's doing any for of penetration on you, though.

She has learned to use any and every part of her body to be able to tease you and leave you squirming and begging for her.

Don't call her master. It reminds her of her fraccións.

May accept being called mommy under the right circumstances, though.

Has absolutely no issues with being called daddy.

Just sit on her lap and ask daddy politely if you can ride her thigh~

Not one to get jealous easily, but is definitely protective.

This is particularly true if you are someone who can be seen as weak to others.

Not very loud, but loves hearing how loud she can make you.

Ulquiorra

He struggles a lot with more human like needs and emotions

So he tends to be a heavy service top...

But it comes with so many questions.

"Why does your face warm when I kiss you?"

"Why do you avert your gaze when I-"

You get the idea.

Eventually once repeated behaviors rise up, he starts catching on.

When you make this sound, it means you really like it.

When you squirm, you're not actually trying to get away.

Just simple stuff, but you'll have had to explain it to him a bit before he starts connecting the dots.

Once he's more comfortable with you and starts recognizing these reactions...

You're in for it.

He's definitely someone who gets off on your pleasure.

As long as you're satisfied, so is he.

Nnoitra

He surprisingly doesn't mind being the one to do all the work.

It let's him be in control of, well, everything.

There's something about seeing how much you get off on everything he does to you that drives the predator in him wild.

He enjoys having control, and, having you submit to let him do whatever he wants is too delicious to pass up.

Plus, he can't help but enjoy the way you always act like such cute little prey when he's teasing you.

Those big doe eyes, the small squeaky and whiny noises you make...

The way he can make you come undone with almost any part of his body...

It's very >:))

Not entirely against sharing, but like with Starrk, if it's not discussed he can get a bit jealous

His jealousy, however, is usually more rage fueled than hormonal so watch out for that.

He's not too into being called anything "special"

May accept "daddy" now and again

Despite how kinky sex with him might be-- it is fueled by emotions (at least on his end)

You've sparked his interest in one way or another enough to warrant wanting to carnally claim you...

There's at least some attachments and calling him "master" immediately throws that out the window to him.

Grimmjow

He definitely still has some characteristics from his more beastial hollow form

His need to claim you is always in battle with his desire to see you submit to him

Kneel before the king and offer him a blowjob, he's grinning wider than Nnoitra

Seeing you beg him to pleasure you is just 😘

Part of the problem with him is that it's a bit difficult for him to give oral... Given that he has to be very conscious of every move he makes because of his hollow mask

But he is a god with his hands.

He's another one who likes to watch you ride his thighs.

Absolutely gets off on being called king, but will absolutely bust a nut if you refer to him as your husband (romantic partner ofc)

This is at it's worst before any kind of marriage, but it's still effective after.

Doesn't see the appeal in being called daddy until he *is* a daddy 👀 something about being one makes it kinkier to him for you to call him daddy

Szayel

A bit different from the others on the list in that he wants to be worshipped like a god.

He wants you to use your entire body to do so, but this is just the first act-- no form of penetration just yet. (Minus maybe deep throating him~)

Now, once that's all done he's got PLENTY of ways to pleasure you...

He's definitely into orgasm denial and overstimulation.

He likes testing your body~

If you're willing, definitely would do some experimenting...

He wouldn't do anything too drastic, though.

If not, he'll find a way to make some of his palatable for you~

You really should thank him for thinking of you.

So/so with names. The higher status the name gives him, the more he'll like it.

Neliel

Dommy mommy 🥰

She absolutely loves to spoil you during kinky times together

Another one who gets off more on your pleasure than her own

If you're not a pillow prince(ss) type of sub, she will boss you around a bit~

But she's so sweet when she does that it just has you melting at her every word

"What was that, baby? Tell mommy what you want~"

She might tease you with that one by having you with a gag in your mouth or other things 🤭

Absolutely does get off on taking care of you

Dotes on you, takes great lengths into making sure you're comfortable during aftercare!

Doesn't matter how you compare size wise to her, she's holding you on her and letting you rest your head on her chest

Makes an amazing pillow ngl

[seneon]

HEARTS FOR SALE ──── grimmjow × female¡reader.

about. a man purchases a heart with the desire to feel love. angst romance. contains blood, gore, a lot of bickering, and the aftermath of a gouged heart. wc of 3100+

notes. in a halloween collaboration with @luvlyycy !! this was such a fun collab even though we comically struggled at some parts 😭 had lots of fun with this. love our dynamics!!

"hearts for sale! hearts for sale!" the voice of a young teenage girl said just as the people that passed by gave her scornful looks with her little business. hearts for sale. just as her illegal little business sounds, she sells hearts.

the young teenage girl is bold to be yelling that to passers-by. multiple people who passed her whispering to each other, it was awful really. although, some people would pass and glance at the teenage girl's business, admiring what she had for sale before simply walking away.

grimmjow jaegerjaquez came across her heart and pointed to her chest near the right side where the heart is supposedly placed.

"i want your heart," he says, his voice so flat and straight to the point where it sounded like metaphorical knives stabbing through the girl’s heart for sale. “you don't need it anymore, do you? give it to me.”

“m-mine?” she stutters out, eyes lowering down to his hand which was pointed at her chest. the words softly rung through her head, don't need it anymore. her hands clasp together, attempting to grin without her face saddening at the thought of losing her heart.

but he's right, she doesn't need it anymore.

“of course, sir! you can have my heart!” she shows him the price… which is definitely not cheap. grimmjow makes the purchase, yawning as he does so.

this is awful. he doesn't even care. before she thinks too hard, once again, she reminds herself.

she doesn't need it anymore.

“can i ask… why do you want my heart?” y/n asks as her curiosity grew larger than the fear of her heart being carved out of her body. to know the one reason for her heart being bought is an essential to her before she gouges it out for any other soul.

grimmjow’s gaze never ceased as they had been glued to her the entire time. his gaze that simply bore into her soul to seek a pricey organ lying around the area of her chest.

“i want to feel loved.”

oh. her lips fall into a saddened frown, already feeling quite similar to that one statement that slips from the man's mouth. she's not quite sure if her heart can offer him that comfort, but maybe she's just terrified of tearing her heart out and offering it to a stranger— just so he can feel loved. but this is her job.

“i..i see! well,” y/n's shaky eyes lowered down to her chest, still petrified at the mere thought of losing her heart and offering it to another.

“i hope my heart will suffice...”

she shuts her eyes for a moment, feeling her heart bump within her chest, pounding. he's already made the purchase, she reminds herself. plus, he's staring at her an awful lot, probably just waiting for the organ he needs from her chest, simply so he can feel love.

she shuts her eyes, lips shaking— ready to give him her heart.

grimmjow locked his azure gazed onto the organ that still beats at the life within. his hand is painted with the blood of the girl, the red fluid seeping into his fingernails and making their existence known into his body.

he moved his gaze to where the girl laid lifeless on the ground, a sickeningly kind smile portrayed on her face. it adds horror to the entire aspect of grimmjow wanting a real heart just to feel a speck of love and the girl who offered him her heart. his insides twisted at the sight before his fingers curled around the heart that eventually ceased to beat.

“this smile ..” grimmjow kneeled to trace y/n’s smile, her eyes that crinkled at the corner of her eyes. it was as if she had come out from a painting, a smile never fading even after her soul leaves the face of the earth.

he stares, wondering why he had thought that she was so.. ethereal. even though her eyes had clearly faded, her smile hadn't and for some odd reason it pulls desperately at his soul. he runs his thumb over her face for a moment, wondering what her personality was like off duty.

wondering why she gave him her heart when she'd just lose everything she worked for.

“stupid girl,” he huffs out, sparing a moment to gaze at her heart in hand, still beating— awfully slow. will this truly work? he figured it would, after all love is meant to share hearts, right? although, probably not literally.

he frowns, feeling the same as before. unloved. he stands to his feet, the blood from his hand dripping to the ground below— azure eyes still gazing at the girl he never met, yet is holding her heart.

grimmjow places his hand on his head, scratching it roughly in an attempt to forget his thoughts— she's just a weird girl who was selling hearts, not some sort of goddess. he frowns, as his eyes look back down at her smiling face— then away again.

just walk away. he takes one step before he looks back, his usual deadpanned eyes brightening for a moment as he gazes at the smile of the dead woman—

bump…bump……bump…

could a girl with a smile and such a kind heart, actually allow him to feel a speck of what he had never experienced?

when he glanced at the heart in the palm of his hands once again, something stirred within him. it pooled at the pit of his stomach, gradually making its way to stain his heart with confusing feelings and his mind with a desire to see y/n’s smile once again.

not the smile she has on right now, but a true smile that he could feel and touch as her lips moved. not the cold and frozen smile which was stuck in time.

his feet carried him back to where her lifeless body laid. a spot in her chest has been ripped out, flesh apart and blood kissing the air. grimmjow knelt down to hold her body in his arms, bringing her close just so he could set everything right.

the man's fingers dug their way through her flesh only to have her heart greet her body. her heart for sale is back to where it belonged. but at what cost?

she gasps, her smile fading into a panicked look on her face tears already brimming her waterline.

he stares. missing her tender smile, wanting to see it again he attempts to make her smile.

“i put it back.”

“what?” she gasps, placing her hand on her chest, still gasping— her heart beating faster than it ever has been. “why?” she asks, tears slipping from her eyes as she does so.

he panics for a moment, knowing he can't possibly tell her why. “dunno, jus’ didn't feel loved,” he huffs, releasing her from his arms and letting her awkwardly fall to the ground beneath her, the pool of blood soaking her clothes even more as she lay there.

she lays there, confused before leaning upwards, still attempting to catch her breath— “don't ask again.” he seethes, subtle blush upon his cheeks.

“so i’m alive.. somehow,” she trails off and places her hand on her chest where she feels her skin weave itself back together. she's still having difficulty breathing, but nonetheless she looks up at the man.

“does my heart not make you feel loved? have i failed?”

her words have grimmjow’s glares melting away. just a little bit though, as he knelt to her height to hold his hands out.

“get the hell up. you must've lacked love in your life, that's why i didn't feel shit.”

she frowns, grabbing ahold of his hands to help herself up. “me? lacking love? i'm not the one who bought a heart just to feel it!” she huffs out, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance.

grimmjow groans, contemplating between pushing her back to the floor or just walking away, “you should give me my money back anyway, this shit is a scam.” he sneers, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

he watches as she smiles again, although this time in disbelief— “no refunds.”

he doesn't know if he should be mad, but he doesn't feel all that mad. he feels embarrassed, stupid— he should've kept her heart.

“shoulda kept ya dead. so fuckin’ annoying.” he adds salt to the injury by jamming his pinky into his ear, supposedly cause he doesn't wanna hear her speak anymore.

she frowns, placing her palms firmly on his chest and pushing— he barely budges but still looks at her, “you're a jerk. can't believe you out of all people had my heart.” she grumbles out. she looks like an angry hamster to him.

“eh? whatever, i can rip it out again if you'd like.”

he watches her face crimple in anger once more, “you're never gonna own my heart, ever again!” she yells at him, pushing him once more.

he makes a ‘tsk’ sound, ignoring all the stares from the civilians behind him. he wraps his hand firmly around her wrist and yanks her along, walking the way he was going before.

“let go! the fuck is your problem?!”

“if i can't have your heart to make me feel loved, then maybe your soul can do the trick.”

“my soul!? you can't even—”

“i’ll eat it. and if i can't do that, i’ll just keep you to myself. you're the refund for a failed heart,” grimmjow sternly said before loosening his grip on the girl's hands. his hands then cupped yours, holding you in such a sweet way that it murders the moth in him to bear new butterflies.

what an odd combination… he's holding the hand of the girl who offered him her heart where he paid for it. now the entire ordeal failed, and he's leading her to wherever he desires to go.

he could tell that she has nothing left to achieve in this miserable life of hers— given that she was selling the organ that keeps her alive. what's the harm in taking her with him? to keep her as his own?

y/n said nothing but allowed grimmjow to hold her hands, feeling his hands occasionally tightening around hers. his hands are warm, she noticed that. it feels like life on her skin. as if his warmth is spreading throughout her entire arm up to her body and to her poor abused heart just from his hands on hers alone.

why did she ever want to sell her heart away?

“what is your name?” she softly asks, and he replies, later finding it odd how his name rolls off her tongue like sweet and cold poetry.

“and yours?” he mumbles out, she responds and he carefully says her name— as if any moment it could break like glass.

after a long while of walking, they arrive to what seems like grimmjow’s house, or at least that's what y/n thinks. he yanks her along with him, stuffing her through doors and eventually pushing her into a room with a bed.

“don't even think about leaving, or you're dead. got it?”

she crossed her arms and sits on the bed, her body bouncing a little. she then proceeds to roll her eyes, just nodding in response.

“need to hear you say it. say yes or no.”

“yes.”

he slams the door on his way out, leaving her on her own within this unknown place and unknown room. she lays backward, splayed across the bed— eyes carefully scanning the room around her, clearly noticing this wasn't a guest room.

it was definitely grimmjow’s room. she notices it being fully decorated, albeit messy but decorated nonetheless. it's all white— with black accents, such as pillows or light blue decorations. her fingers trace his plain pillows as she thinks about how she got here and why he wanted to feel love so bad.

grimmjow re-enters the room, shutting the door behind him, he uses his hand— which now is covered in her dried blood— to push her aside, sitting beside her body.

he pushes a plate of food toward her. no words are exchanged, she just sits up, awkwardly glances at him and the food before she begins to eat.

it's not the best food, doesn't really taste that good, but at least she's eating and feeding her body.

“guess i'll be feeding your annoying ass for now. to keep your soul alive, or something.” he yawns, leaning back against his bed frame as it creaks obnoxiously. it makes y/n cringe a bit.

“your bed is more annoying than me.” she huffs, stuffing more of the poorly prepared food into her mouth.

his head makes a soft ‘thump’ against the wall as he gets comfortable, now watching her eat.

he can't cook, never could. but he would try and nobody would like or eat it, he never understood why. he prepared it the best he could every time, yet they would complain about taste or something weird.

she didn't complain.

he frowns. after y/n finishes the meal, he takes the plate and leaves once again.

as she gets comfortable, she hears the obnoxious sound of dishes being cleaned— it's loud, every second plates or something, clanking together.

she stares at the door, laying down after a few minutes.

he could've kidnapped anyone, why her? she sighs, eyes fluttering closed as she begins to think about what even got her in this situation. selling hearts, her heart. that was a terrible idea, but she desperately needed— still needs, the money.

she's poor. no family to remind her of home. in fact, she doesn't even have a home. she struggled for everything, having to fight, steal, and claw her way to survival within this terrible world.

to top it all off, now a weirdo kidnaps her— if he really can eat her soul, will it make either of them content?

the door swings open with a soft creak, grimmjow stomping over to his closet, grabbing a few stray pieces of clothing and throwing it directly at her face.

“you stink. you have blood all over you. shower," he points to his bathroom to her left.

she grabs the clothes from her face, looking at what he even gave her— plain black shirt and pants.

“wow, you have no sense of style.”

“wow, and you're a bitch. now go shower ‘fore i eat your fuckin’ soul.” he grumbles like the big brooding man he is, and y/n bites her tongue to withstand a witty comeback.

the thought of her heart being taken she can bare, but her soul being eaten? she's never even met someone who could do that, let alone be threatened with it.

she makes her way to the bathroom, grimmjow soon hearing the shower flutter to life as he now gets comfortable on his bed, removing his shoes and jacket— throwing it on a far chair in the corner, his jacket falling to the floor.

he crosses his arms behind his head, shutting his eyes as he waits.

in the shower lies the soft trails of cold blood and the warm water that mixes everything to make rosewater. it's the blood that seeps out through the little corners of her chest where her heart had been ripped out. now they flowed down along with the running water of the shower and down into the drains.

y/n’s eyes were as empty as they had been after her last breath. like a broken doll, she only functions whenever someone spins the hook that has her going.

in this case, grimmjow is the man who keeps her going. the moment she stepped into the shower her head hung low as her eyes gazed at the flowing blood at her feet. the shower water seemed to have roused the blood to flow like endless streams of tears that y/n cries out so silently.

her fingers twisted the shower shut, and she steps out to change into the clothes that grimmjow gave. the blood in her chest ceased, and life flickered in her eyes. she let out a sigh and looked at herself in the mirror of grimmjow's bathroom vanity.

“he mustn't know that my soul is dying too.”

grimmjow pops open an eye as he hears y/n make her way back into the room, a weak smile glazed upon her face.

“there, you look much better. less stinkier, ah?” he grins his stupid lopsided grin as he watches her slowly make her way to the bed, getting in. he just assumes she's tired.

she takes a tiny gasp, turning over on her side— facing away from him. . . he stares.

he awkwardly gets comfortable behind her, pulling the blanket over both of their bodies, “don't want ya runnin’ away.” he mumbles into the back of her hair, hesitantly wrapping his arms around her waist— hands splayed across her stomach.

she's breathing slow, shallow— he doesn't mind, at least her body is in his grasp— her or well, his, shirt damp as it sticks to her chest, near the right side.

he pats.

she hisses, sucking in a sharp breath— “don't touch my chest, weirdo.” she manages out, hands weakly grabbing ahold of his wrist to push him away.

grimmjow raises his hand, staring at the blotches of blood that seeped through her clothes.

“what the— what the hell is this…” he breathed out, eyes immediately darting to the girl whose gaze still avoided his. grimmjow sat up and slowly held her shoulders to pull her back where he could see her face.

and there it is, the empty gaze with the pool of blood that seeped through his bedsheets. disbelief washed over his face, and he snapped out to frantically shake y/n’s shoulders. incoherent profanities flew out of his mouth to keep her eyes opened.

but to no avail …

blood spills from her open mouth, a soft choking sound exiting from her gaping lips. his face scrunches in despair— soft pleads of begging her to open her eyes, say anything back to him.

but she doesn't.

he watches as her body goes limp in his arms, lips shivering with a feeling he's never felt before— pure regret. he regrets taking her heart out, he regrets putting it back. he regrets how mean he was, blaming himself for not realizing his mistakes earlier.

he whispers into her delicate cheek, trying his hardest not to let the tears spill from his eyes— he never wanted this to happen. he hugs her limp body, hand splayed across her cranium as he holds her close— eyes dark and careful as he watches her in her eternal sleep.

she's sent there because of him. she's gone forever and it's his fault.

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[anathemaspeaks]

Could I request number 23 and 24 with Grimmjow x reader? 💙✨

hey! here you go 🩷

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prompts #23 and #24:

"quit looking at me, you’re making me nervous."

"do you know how to knock?"

you stepped into the bath, the warm water melting away all of your troubles. you let yourself relax under the steady stream of the shower, feeling the tension leave your muscles.

after a while, you dried yourself up and stepped into your cozy hotel room. you and grimmjow had just finished a job, opting to stay at a nearby hotel for the night. you both had separate rooms, unfortunately.

exhausted from the day's exertion, you flopped onto the bed. you looked around for your phone, but you couldn't find it anywhere. you decided to go check grimmjow's room - maybe he knew where it was.

you just hoped he wouldn't get annoyed and do something stupid like break your phone. since his room was right next to yours, it wasn't much of a walk. you twisted the knob and opened-

wow.

and right in front of you was grimmjow. in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. damp, ocean blue hair sticking to his forehead, water droplets falling from his face, trailing down his neck and down to his glistening, sculpted abs.

you've never been jealous of water before.

"do you know how to knock, brat?" he huffed, face now slightly pink from you seeing him a state like this. his eyes bored straight into yours, the sheer intensity of his piercing blue eyes had you buckling at the knees.

"o-oh! right, i was going to, but i thought i'd be disturbing you- and i'm looking for my phone- and you'd be tired and - sorry!" you rambled, your voice an octave higher than normal, face heating up at the way you could see every muscle moving. you couldn't look away, god, he looked gorgeous.

"quit looking at me, you're making me nervous" he muttered, turning away from you.

you froze. he wasn't angry? you made him nervous?

you don't know if it was the deliriousness you felt after seeing his shirtless body, or the exhaustion from the day's work, but you felt a sudden surge of confidence.

you make him nervous.

"i can't" you admitted, hesitantly. you were testing the waters, it was his move now. the air crackled with unvocalized tension. his eyes met yours again, an unrecognizable emotion in the pools of his irises.

"because?" he questioned, voice deep and soft, sending goosebumps across your arms. taking a shaky breath, you inched closer, the butterflies in your stomach amplifying by the second.

"'cause you look really, really good" you managed, voice just above a whisper.

"you're playin' a dangerous game, brat. jus' look for your damn phone and go to sleep" he said, eyes avoiding yours once again, chest rising and falling along with his breaths.

now you were only a foot apart from each other.

"admit it, grimm, we work well together, as much as you'd hate to acknowledge it," you stated. that damn nickname again, why did he even let you call him that? why did he let you work with him all the time?

"'s that what you're gonna call it, brat?" he scoffed. he moved one step closer, placing a calloused hand on the side of your jaw. his touch sent shivers down your spine, he was even more ethereal up close.

"always pushin' your luck" he said softly. a challenge.

"mm, but you like it that way" you teased, sending a playful smile his way while batting your eyelashes up at him. he felt his resolve crumble - why the fuck were you so pretty?

he didn't respond, eyes intently locked onto yours, you could just drown in his. being so close to him was intoxicating, the feel of his palm on the side of your face felt so warm.

"and what if i do?" he whispered, finally accepting the truth.

he loved the pretty smile on your face when you two would bicker, sweet giggles escaping your mouth at his half-assed insults. you made his heart flutter.

you made him nervous.

fuck.

could you hear his heart beat? you were so close that he could hear you breathing. he was sweating even more now, the water dripping down his collarbones.

he looked so handsome like this, face slightly pink, nervousness in his demeanour, water still dripping off his god-like body, hair wet and clinging to his forehead.

you couldn't help it, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he shifted his down to your waist. he leaned in, his grip on you so gentle, before finally kissing you.

his lips were warm and demanding, yet surprisingly so tender. you melted into him, hands running down his shoulders, across the broad expanse of his back, feeling every muscle relax under your touch.

you tangled a hand into his soft blue hair, tugging at it, breathless gasps escaping both of your mouths. when you finally broke away, it was solely due to the lack of oxygen.

he pulled away reluctantly, his forehead resting against yours. his chest heaved with exertion, eyes searching your face, his full attention only on you.

the next morning, you woke up next to him. tangled in the sheets, his toned arms wrapped around you, you realized you forgot to find your phone. after a while of searching, you found it in his jacket pocket. right as you were about to accuse him-

"it fell on the way here, so i picked it up is all. don't think too much of it" you smiled anyways.

"you want me so bad"

i hope you liked itt <3