#grimmjow x y/n

[muzansfangs]

Byakuya, Ichigo, and grimmjow finding f! Reader naked?

They accidentally see you naked.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Ichigo Kurosaki x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, Ichigo is aged up and around his twenties, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, f!reader, unprotected sex, horny thoughts, language, fluff, rough sex, biting, suggestive themes, mention to kidnapping in Grimmjow’s part, shower sex;

Plot: what happens when you are naked and they accidentally walk on you, catching a full glimpse of your bare body in all its glory? Hormones cannot always be contained.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Two weeks. You had been stuck in Las Noches for two weeks now. Not only you missed your family, your friends and your house, but you were frustrated over the fact that, apparently, you had been kidnapped only because you were Ichigo’s adoptive and older sister and Grimmjow wanted to irk his rival. Unfortunately for him, you had an attitude.

The day Grimmjow and Ulquiorra dragged you to Hueco Mundo, you were minding your business. It was such a serene night in Karakura Town and you had suggested to buy a cake in the nearby patisserie for enjoying a dessert with your friends. You had not even bothered wearing something nice. You were comfortable in your ripped jeans and sneakers. However, you knew that the t-shirt you were wearing could have drawn way too many glances. Therefore, you opted for wearing a jacket over it.

Obviously, you did not make it to the cake-shop. The sting on the side of your neck you suddenly felt as you crossed the road was a clear sign that someone had other plans for you. Your vision was blurry, but you could clearly discern the cheeky grin of the Espada that loathed your brother’s guts, as he stared down at you. The hot Espada, right. But that was a detail you were going to ignore for the time being.

You fainted several seconds after the impact, only to wake up in front of Aizen’s throne and find out to be the center of the attention of Hollows around you. The show was about to begin, though. As you started yelling at everyone how much you wished they all could explode like balloons in front of your eyes, Aizen simply ordered to give you a uniform and elegantly left the room. That decision was the cherry on top. Ulquiorra did not waste any precious time and handed you a white dress that matched the style of this ‘group of terrorists’, as you kept on calling them, but you scoffed and refused to wear it.

Grimmjow was not having it and thought and trying to unzip your jacket was a good idea. As you swatted his hands away, you had to eventually give up when he pinned your wrists above your head, as your back was pressed against the wall. The sneaky grin on his face, though, dropped as soon as the blue words printed on your white t-shirt came to his vision.

‘Blowjobs are jobs too’.

Your cheeks flushed up and Grimmjow let go of you in shock. But from that day he started to see you under a different light. You had always been pretty and he hated to admit how many times he had found himself fantasizing about how his hands could perfectly squeeze your ass as you bounced up and down on his shaft. He could not control himself and his lust for you grew with every argument you had.

The fact that you were a Kurosaki, even if you did not share Ichigo’s blood, made the whole deed even better. What a way to get back at his rival, if he could dig his claws into your flesh.

On the other hand, you were not indifferent to Grimmjow’s sharp features and abs. You hated to admit that he literally was your type and that you had wet dreams about him more than once. Getting to see him everyday in Las Noches was now driving you mad. You were glad Aizen had at least given you a chamber with a private bathroom. You had to admit that you allowed your mind to wonder and your hand to wander under the shower. His sharp canines, they did numbers on your mind and wished you could feel the way they grazed over your jugular. Just once, no one had to know about that.

Now, you easily got bored in the huge castle you were stuck in. You therefore asked Aizen if you could paint some parts of the walls in the hall that had cracked throughout the time. The stoic man had hesitantly agreed and now you were trying to keep yourself busy by painting over the ruined portions of walls in front of you. You were trying to balance yourself on the wooden ladder set against the wall, with a bucket of white paint in your hand and the brush in the other.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to watch over you, but you were confident about your skills. Additionally, you had probably underestimated the presence of Grimmjow a few feet away from you.

“Tsk, what the hell are you doing up there? Do you want to break your neck?” his hoarse voice pierced your ears, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. There he was, ready to taunt you.

You sighed and tried to keep your balance as you gave him a flat reply, your tone almost apathetic at this point “Why do you care? Mind your business”.

Grimmjow cocked his head to the side, his trademark smirk plastered over his face as her let his eyes scrutinize the way the tight skirt of your dress emphasized the curve of ass. A delicious meal for him.

“Nah, if you die, I’d lose my plaything. Come on, let me help you” he teased you, hoping to get a reaction from you.

Oh, boy, he definitely did.

Your upper lip twitched, your grip on the brush tightening significantly as you tried not to slip from the creaking rung of that stupid ladder “Excuse me?!” you practically hissed, dipping your head down to glare at him.

Grimmjow grinned and arched his eyebrow at you “You heard me. Get your ass down here, plaything”.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to help you and now, as you scoffed in indignation, ready to fire back an insult at him, you realized that you were screwed up. You never got to yell at Grimmjow, no. A strained scream left your mouth, as the sound of the thin wooden plank under your feet snapping pierced your ears. You did not see that coming for sure and so you fell. Loosening your grip on the brush and the bucket, you squeezed your eyes shut for inevitable impact with the floor. An impact that neve came as you felt two strong arms embrace you and yank you towards a toned chest.

You hesitantly opened your eyes, mouth slightly agape as you tried to steady your breath, when the bucket ended up pouring its content all over you two. You would have loved to to thank Grimmjow, but the first you did as you felt the paint stick on your hair, naked portions of skin and dress was cussing.

“Fuck!” you groaned, as Grimmjow snorted too and let you back down on the floor. Obviously, he had been a victim of the falling bucket as well. Some paint covered his messy hair and part of his chest and uniform.

Seeing him like this, in addition to the fact that he had saved your life, made you crack up a smile and shake your head softly. You two were a mess.

“Don’t you fucking dare to say anything! Let’s get this shitty paint off of us before it dries!” he grumbled, wrapping his hand around your wrist and marching towards your room. You quirked your eyebrows up, wondering why he was leading you back to your room. You did not have spare clothes for him, just a bathroom and, if he thought you were going to strip in front of him, he was clearly wrong.

As he opened the door of your room and let you in, he took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, his hands already reaching down to unbuckle his belt, as you finally squealed out in shock and turned your back at him.

“Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing! Don’t you dare undress in front of me!” you quipped, clasping your hand over your mouth. That was so embarrassing and you could feel cold sweat collecting in the back of your neck.

“What’s up now? Never seen a cock?” he sassed, dropping his pants down and walking to the bathroom naked. Your blood ran cold and you did your best not to turn around. He had never acted like that. This time you found yourself speechless and you could not even send him to hell.

As you heard him turn the shower on, you sighed and grabbed a towel from a drawer. You hastily undress yourself and wrapped the pink item around your naked body. You waited for him to get out ot the shower, confident that he had not seen a single glimpse of your body. But you were wrong.

The panther boy accidentally saw your naked ass through the mirror in your bathroom. The open door had granted it the full view of the bedroom and now he was practically growling in the cubicle with a painful boner. No, it was enough. This time you were going to take care of the problem you had caused.

Grimmjow stormed out of the bathroom, not caring about covering himself and making you gawk at the scenery before your eyes. He tugged your towel away and kissed you passionately, not giving you time to process what is was happening. You barely did, in fact. Your brain slowly started to process what your own body was doing, when you found yourself into the shower with Grimmjow’s fingere buried into your core.

You wanted him. You wanted him so badly and as he bit onto the crook of your neck, thrusting his fingers into you, you moaned softly and closed your eyes in bliss.

“What happens in Las Noches stays in Las Noches” he purred in your ear, only to receive your sassy reply.

“It was Las Vegas, you ignorant cat” you breathed out, before he involved you into a fervent kiss that made your inner walls clench around his fingers.

‘Sorry Ichigo. I could not resist’ was your last thought before you reached your climax.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

Being Urahara’s adoptive daughter was a privilege. Life was great, really, but since your father had started training Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends things were messy. You had no time to rest and practically zero privacy. Your house and shop had been opened to Soul Reapers and humans, coming over to ask for help at any hour of the day. Including night, obviously.

Despite that, you had bonded with the entire group of ‘heroes wannabe’, as you teasingly addressed them.

Yet, there was one out of them that had caught your eye and it was not just for his appearence. Ichigo Kurosaki, the invincible guy that had rescued Rukia Kuchiki and was now trying to take down Aizen, was living rent free in your mind. More than once, while you watched your father teach him new strategies and help him improve his skills, you had found yourself staring intently at the way his muscular arms flexed every time he unsheathed his sword.

You had carved in your mind the way his t-shirt emphasized the outline of his abs and you had to avert your eyes from him, when droplets of sweat made his body glisten. Your mind was wild, you imagined too many things for your own good.

You often laid in your bed, eyes closed, back arching for waves of pleasure, at the thought of his sweaty face hovering over yours as he thrusted into you. You wanted him, you wanted him more than anything else on this Earth. You wished to see the sweat beading his forehead up close, you wanted that sweat to scream your name. Things were heated, whenever your father ordered you to help him train.

A hand to hand fight was probably going to be the cause of your death, one day or another. Sometimes, as you fought, you ended up rolling onto the ground. His hot body against yours and those flames blazing in his eyes got you weak on your knees.

Once, you had ended up topping him. Your hand way laying flat onto his chest, as you straddled him. You were both sweaty, panting, your clothed intimacies pressed down against one another. In that very moment, as you tried to stand up and shifted your position, he groaned softly. You did not fail to notice the way his cheeks flushed, or feel how something was twitching underneath the fabric of his trousers.

That had happened a week ago and, since then, you were avoiding meeting him around your father’s shop. You were too embarrassed at the thought that you had practically felt his boner like that.

Now, that infamous morning, you were relaxing a bit into the bathtub. Urahara and the others had left for taking care of some business out of town and you had to watch over the shop while they were gone. However, you were too tired and stressed out to deny yourself some self-indulgent pleasure.

Some bubbles were floating in the air as you let the warm water and soap envelope your naked frame and you did not hear at all the door of the bathroom creak open. When you heard your phone buzz, you raised up in the tub, your naked back and ass in full display as you reached for your device.

But Ichigo’s eyes, oh dear, they went wide as he ended up toppling over a vase, as he stumbled into the bathroom. You were a vision, the emblem of perfection, and he clasped his hand over his mouth in shock, as the sound of the object shattering on the floor made you both flinch.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” he fretted, panicking as he tried to cover his eyes.

You, on the other hand, had dropped your phone on the floor too and had hastily slided back into the tub to hide your naked form from him. It was such a pleasurable nightmare!

“Ichigo! What the hell are you doing here?!” you blurted out, hoping a supermassive black hole could suck you in right on the spot.

“I was searching for Urahara!” he defended himself, turning his back at you and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“In the bathroom?!”.

“Oh shut up! I needed to use the bathroom too!” he snapped back, not knowing what to say anymore.

There was no way out from the carousel of shame and awkwardness, therefore you took the matter in your hands and quickly grasped a towel, hopping out of the shower and wrapping it around your body. You needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

As your shoulder brushed against his, though, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut for a second before pinning you against the wall and kissing you out of the blue. You inhaled sharply, not expecting it, but, as soon as you collected yourself from the shock, you kissed him back and tangled your fingers through his spiky orange hair.

It was a kiss full of hunger, just like his hand, slipping underneath your towel and searching for your folds. You moaned softly against his lips, raving into the longed sensation you were finally experiencing.

“Let’s hope your father doesn’t come home earlier now” he rasped, plunging his fingers into your core as you lolled your head back against the wall in pleasure.

“If he does, I’ll tell Aizen how to fucking use that stupid device at his full potential” you joked, smiling against his lips.

Thinking about it now, you were so glad your father had messed up your lives with Ichigo’s group of friends.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

Drenched in sweat, you were running up to the Kuchiki Estate. Training under the scorching sun for hours had truly drained you. Yet, you were determined to get stronger and help to fight Aizen and his crew of Arrancar. When Rukia had suggested to Orihime to visit the Soul Society and spend some days together to hone her abilities, you had decided to join them.

It was your chance to put yourself to the test and, actually, even an excuse to see the new friends you had made in the Seireitei. However, you had to be honest to yourself and admit that there was one special person you wanted to see again. You had hated his guts, when you first met. It was a miracle that he had not slashed your chest open too when you tried to prevent Rukia’s return to the Soul Society. Yet, things had changed.

Byakuya Kuchiki was not only a cold-hearted, stoic and sophisticated man. He was much more than that and you had started to see it too.

He was not much of a talker, but he was handsome as hell and he had even offered you his help in trying to become a better Sobstitute Shinigami. You naturally found it odd, but you were in no position to refuse his help. However, the recent events had forced you to part ways again and you had missed him too much not to come back to the Soul Society and see him again.

Throughout your permanence, Rukia was allowing you to sleep over at the Kuchiki Estate but, much to your dismay, you never crossed paths with him. Not even once. It was horribly ironic, but you were partially glad he could not hear your soft moans in the dead of the night, when you touched yourself thinking about him and how his hands rested on your hips when he adjusted your position during a training session.

You missed his touch, his cologne, the way his chest grazed over your head when you were that close. Whenever he scolded you for being too distracted, you had to bite on your tongue not to blurt out that it was his fault. Your close proximity truly made your grip on your katana falter. He was messing with your head in a way you could not fully comprehend and you wondered if he was conscious of the way he affected you.

Now, as you stormed into the room Rukia let you sleep in, you quickly started taking off your uniform. You craved a shower and some fresh clothes more than anything right now. You dropped your pants to the floor and you quickly took off your shirt as well, as you already imagined the way the hot water would have made your aching muscles relax.

But as you finally reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, someone had returned to his Estate. His feather-like steps could not be heard at all and you simply discarded your bra too, sighing in relief as your breasts were free from any restriction. You were still humming in satisfaction with your eyes closed, when the door of your room slided up and a gasp of shock left Byakuya’s lips.

He was for some reason unable to move, his eyes locked on the curve of your breasts, staring at your nipples as if he was admiring some greek statute of a goddess. He cursed himself for his lack of decency and he felt mortified as you opened back your eyes and you met his gaze.

“Byakuya!” you squeaked out, cheeks heating up in shame as you grasped your shirt anf tried to cover your upper body from his eyes. Honestly, you had never felt that ashamed in your whole life.

The Captain of the Sixth Division cleared his throat and averted his eyes from you, his body clearly reacting to the vision he had just been blessed with. He could not pretend he had not seen you like that and, obviously, you would have never forgotten such an indecent accident. There were plenty of things he could say, but just one thing he wanted to do.

He slowly darted his eyes back on your frame, his lips slightly parted as he walked up to you. With every step he took towards you, your heart skipped a beat and your legs quivered. You could not read his mind, but his body language was pretty clear at this point.

His hand gently grasped your wrist, inviting you to loosen your grip on the shirt impeding him to admire your chest and, under the spell of his touch, you obliged his request. As the item fell at your feet, Byakuya grasped your chin and made sure you kept the eye-contact with him as he gently captured your lips with his ones.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as, standing on your toes to reach his lips better, you returned the kiss with equal hunger and gentleness. His hands, however, were already exploring your body.

The Captain definitely knew what he was doing as he took your nipple between his index and thumb, pinching it softly and massaging it with a mastery of a man that had been married and knew how to please a woman.

As the first moans were elicited from you, Byakuya stroked your cheek with his free hand and let you lay down on the futon underneath him “Please, allow me to have you. I promise I’ll make sure you are comfortable with me” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

And that, my dear, was an oath he stack up to through the rest of the evening.

TAGS: @byakuyawifey

[kiwicopia]

🔞MDNI | Grimmjow x Fem!Reader (blurb)🔞

TW: thigh riding, dirty talk, slight dacryphilia, some degradation, overstimulation, Grimmy being a hot tease, soft Grimmy at the end

I need him. (this is probably trash because I'm rusty)

If there was one thing Grimmjow absolutely loved, it was watching you fuck yourself on his thigh. Granted he loved a lot of things, but this had to be in his top five. The way your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, the way your eyes were red and puffy from crying as you dragged your swollen clit across his thigh, and the wet spot that dampened his pants was enough to make him want to bend you over and take you right there on the couch, but he wouldn't.

The former Espada held a surprising amount of patience in that moment. His eyes stayed on you, watching as your hips snapped forward at a faster pace. You were desperate in your attempt to reach that fifth orgasm. Every fiber in your body burned as your soaking cunt rode back and forth on his thigh. It was absolute torture, and yet you couldn't stop yourself. Not that you could, anyway. He wouldn't let you.

"Grimmjow," you whined. He only gave you that sly smirk of his as he continued watching you. His arms remained draped across the back of the couch, making his intention of not assisting you very clear. Or so you thought. He gave his leg a slight bounce, watching as you whined again and dug your nails deeper into his shoulder.

"Desperate?" He asked, eyes narrowing once you looked back up at him. Your lips parted to answer, only to yelp when he bounced his leg again. The sensation pleased your little pussy, and he knew it. He was a goddamn tease and he enjoyed every bit of it.

You, on the other hand, couldn't take it anymore. Your body ached and you were nothing but a crying mess now. "Wanna cum," you sniffled. God, it was music to his ears.

"Look at you," he mused, his smirk broadening at your pathetic self, "cryin' like a little bitch." This only made you cry even more. "You wanna cum? Then cum, slut."

It was a demand you knew to obey. He wasn't going to help you, yet you couldn't go on any longer. Your body was already at its limit with pleasure. "Please," you begged.

"Eh?" Grimmjow cocked a brow, still smirking. "What was that?"

"Please," you begged once more, your voice a little louder this time.

All he did was stare at you as if he didn't hear you. Or maybe he ignored your begging. Either way, you couldn't do it anymore. Your hips slowed until fully stopping, and this caused him to click his tongue. "I didn't tell you to stop."

"I can't," you sniffled. Your body was just too tired to keep fucking his thigh like this. "I'm tired."

His brows furrowed and he shifted his body before placing his hands on your hips. His fingers gently squeezed your exposed flesh, causing you to gasp at his sudden touch. "Gotta do everything myself, huh? Can't do anything without me." He didn't seem irritated, despite how he sounded, but you never could tell with him sometimes.

Your lips parted to speak up, but all that came out was a strangled moan as he yanked your hips forward. Your swollen clit rubbed against his leg at a pace much faster than the one you were doing earlier, and the friction was starting to build the pleasure back up inside of you. It was enough to get you crying again. Whining out to him that it was too much, only to be ignored as he kept moving you against his thigh.

Grimmjow bounced his leg every now and then to add more friction. It seemed to work well as he felt your arousal soaking his pants once again. You started panting harder and harder, gasping and clutching at his shoulders. He knew you were close and he was determined to send his pretty, little slut straight over the edge. All it took was one more bounce of his leg, one more harsh pull of your hips, and you finally came undone.

A sharp cry ripped from your throat as a sudden and long awaited wave of pleasure crashed over you. The former Espada smirked at the way you lost control. His eyes glanced down and watched as the wet spot on his pants grew larger shortly after. He was about to comment on it when he suddenly felt your body lean into him as exhaustion took over.

His hands gripped your hips one last time as he pulled you closer to him, his arms keeping you pressed against his chest. "Good girl," he whispered, gently stroking your hair with one hand. He wasn't normally soft after such moments, but he would make an exception since you were worn out now. Grimmjow leaned back against the couch as he held your tired, achy body. "Get some rest."

[brittscafe]

I love the idea of Grimmjow being like a overgrown cat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His favorite place to be...with you.

[actuallysaiyan]

Ehehehehe want some fwb with character? How about 12 with Grimmjow? 😋

“I want you to fuck me like you mean it.” “…That’s going to be so easy.”

Being with Grimmjow had been quite interesting. The man kept you on your toes a lot. Even if you weren't a couple, he liked to act as if you were his and only his. Though he always made a point to make sure you knew you were just a fling.

But the more the two of you spent time together, the more he finds himself growing even more attached to you. Hungry kisses and touches turn into something more tender and loving. Quickies and sexy escapades turn into longer lovemaking sessions. It made you begin to question how your relationship was evolving.

It all comes to a head one night when you and Grimmjow are out clubbing. He's not even really paying attention to you. You begin to wonder if maybe you made the wrong decision by being his friend with benefits for so long. Surely you could have found someone better. You grow jealous with every girl he dances with.

By the end of the night, you decide to leave him here. But he's quick to catch up to you. He tries to seduce you, but you've had enough. Eventually he gets you back into his apartment and you're ready to just go to sleep.

"Come on, you know those girls meant nothing to me." He says, a smirk on his face.

"It doesn't matter. I'm just so fucking done with this." You exclaim, making your way into the bathroom.

He gives you a few moments to calm down. When you get settled in the bedroom, he comes to you. He tries to kiss you, but you push him away.

"Is it so hard to understand that I have feelings for you?" You shout, your heart breaking.

Grimmjow sighs, "Is that what this is about, baby?" He caresses your sides, his hands pushing up into your shirt to knead your breasts. "I'm sorry baby...I shouldn't be treating my girl like this."

You look away, "I just want to feel like I mean something to you."

He cups your chin, "You mean the world to me. I'm just an asshole."

And with that, you pull him on top of you. Your kisses are a flurry of passion and love. Your hands make quick work of his clothes, throwing them into a pile on the ground. When you're both naked and he has your legs spread, he looks deeply into your eyes.

"Tell me what you want," he breathes, "I want you to fuck me like you mean it."

Slowly, he slides into you, bottoming out in one thrust. He cups your face and kisses you so tenderly. Then his hands wrap your legs around him.

"That's going to be so easy, sweetheart."

[waterless-witch]

Of knights and Demons

Chapter 3

TW: Rape/Non-con, Dark themes, forced marriages, threatening behavior violence and swearing. MINORS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU

This is my first ever fic so please be nice to me, I’ve also got it posted on A03 under the same name in case anybody would like to read it there.

EDIT: this chapter contains non-con smut and I’ve never written either of those so if it’s terrible I’m sorry

Previous Chapter

You are the sole daughter of Byakuya Kuchiki, the sole heir to a noble family. Your father has broken from tradition with his refusal to marry you off against your wishes, instead wishing for you to find a husband of your own choosing. After years of arguing with not only your own family, but the other lords of your court all seems well. That is until a once thought dead knight returns with an army to take your home.

Souske Aizen, a man you once found kindness in has demanded that the two of you are to be wed, with your father still missing along with most of the guards you’re left with few options but to comply and hope that aid comes before anything can be set. How will you stop a man like Aizen from destroying your home and the people you care about? And who are these strange people with bone masks on their face?

You’d been taken back to the manor with your new husband to partake in your wedding celebration. For hours now you watched people laugh and dance, feast and drink without a care in the world. It made you sick. Aizen, for his part, played the doting husband well. He kept his arm draped casually over your hip, thumb rubbing what were supposed to be soothing circles into your skin. In the small breaks you’d get in between people coming to congratulate you two he would ask if you needed anything, you’d politely decline each time. You couldn’t even count how many times he’d bent down to give your forehead a small kiss. From the outside you were certain you’d looked just like a happy couple.

Eventually Aizen’s associate, Gin, came up to congratulate the two of you. You thanked him politely trying your best not to let your hatred for the whole affair show. After a few more minutes of small talk with the silver haired man he asked if he could borrow your husband to address a private matter. You obliged, happy to have his hands off you, even if it’d just be a few short minutes. Almost immediately after he’d walked away someone approached from the other side of you. You turned to greet them in the same facetious way you had everyone else but stopped.

Before you stood your friend Momo, she wore a fine pastel blue dress with her hair done up in its standard bun. Her family was one of the smaller, lesser known ones of your court but the two of you had been close friends since childhood. Your mother would often invite her to various occasions with you, she came from a large family and was mostly ignored so no one ever seemed to mind. She didn’t smile at you, instead her eyes looked misted like she might cry, “Hi.” She said simply with a touch of sadness to her.

You smiled at her, a genuine one, even though you felt like you might too cry just from looking at her. “Hi.” You answered back, you were so relieved that she didn’t seem to be happy for you, she understood what was happening, pitied you even.

“I’d offer to give you a hug but I don’t think you want to draw that kind of attention.” She joked, giving you a sad smile back. You nodded back to her, “For what it's worth, I’m sorry.” She said in all but a whisper, eyes darting back and forth to make sure no one had heard her. Your eyes misted a bit more as she’d said it and you tried your hardest to hold it all back not wanting to cry here. You’d been numb for so long but something about seeing your friend upset for you brought it all back and made it much more real for you.

You went to answer back but another lord was approaching, she gave you a slight nod before excusing herself. You whipped your eyes quickly hoping that the lord hadn’t noticed. You recognized him, though you couldn’t quite recall his name. He was from one of the smaller families and had all but begged your father to marry you off to his son when you were thirteen. Of course your father had refused. You gave him a sweet smile as he approached and grabbed your hands. “May I just start by saying-“

“Get lost.” Grimmjow interrupted from behind you causing you to whirl around sharply. He didn’t look at you, instead his venomous gaze was fixated on the smaller of the two men. If looks could kill the man would be dead ten times over with how Grimmjow looked at him.

The lord stuttered for a minute, face heating in embarrassment and anger, “Excuse you, I am-“ he started to say. A few people looked but turned away quickly to keep Grimmjow’s attention away from them.

“I said get lost,” Grimmjow growled out, “I won’t ask a third time.” He said taking an intimidating step towards the man. The man's eyes shot between the two of you before he scoft and left, grumbling under his breath the whole way. You turned to face him fully and raised a single brow in question. He shrugged, “Brought you a drink.” He said dryly, nodding to an overly full glass of wine. “For your special day.” He sneered like he was mad at you, you didn’t care if he was, you were already mad at the world why not add him to the list as well.

You crossed your arms in front of you, “I don’t drink.” You bit back just as dry. Lots of people drank at weddings and if you had been in a happier situation perhaps you would have too but today you didn’t feel like it. You were not a drinker under normal circumstances and certainly didn’t want to take anything from the strange man in front of you.

“Congrats, you do today.” He answered back to you with irritation heavy in his tone. You had no idea why he wanted you to drink so bad but it made you trust him all the less. You looked at him with a sideways gaze.

You shook your head, “Why is it so important to you? Or is it just another game to you? See what you can get me to do by being pushy? Make some entertainment for yourself?” You said getting annoyed with him.

“No games, I’m trying to be nice to you.” He said before reaching out and grabbing your elbow harshly. He pulled you a bit closer and kept his grip on your arm tight even as you tried to pull away, “Take the wine and get drunk, I’ll bring you more when you're out.” He whispered harshly in your ear, his body bent over yours, “I can guarantee you're not gonna want to be sober when your dear sweet husband holds you down and shoves his cock in you.” He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. He was right, as much as you hated to admit it and as vulgar as he’d said it he was right. Your eyes again watered, not wanting to have to go through with it, you knew you’d have to but that didn’t stop you from feeling sorry for yourself. “Don’t cry here,” he said as he straightened back out. “Don’t give them all the chance to see you break. Cry tonight as he fucks you, or alone in the morning or anywhere else but do not give all these bastards a chance to see it, they don’t deserve it.” He said angrily. You nodded, you didn’t know why he was doing what he was but you were thankful for it still.

You willed your tears back and he offered you the wine again. You took it from him gingerly, fingers brushing over his own as you did.”Thank you.” You said to him more earnestly than you’d ever spoken to him. He could be an ass but at that moment he was showing you something close to kindness.

He kept his gaze fixated on you in what almost looked like confusion for what felt like an eternity before he scoffed, “Don’t thank me princess.” He stood there until you took a drink and nodded his approval before he walked away. True to his word, once you'd finished your glass he quietly brought you another as you talked to the various people who’d come to speak with you. You weren’t too invested in any conversation, too busy thinking over what Grimmjow had said. Of course you’d known that Aizen would have you tonight but now that it’d been said out loud you couldn’t help but worry about it. You’d never been with a man, not even to fool around. Some of the married women had talked about their own wedding nights, and while some of them had pleasant stories, most of them only talked about how much the first time hurt and how rough their husbands had been, the thought alone brought a shiver down your spine.

Grimmjow had brought you a third glass before Aizen returned, looping his arm back around your waist. “Sorry to be away for so long love,” he called you, you didn’t say anything but you despised that pet name more than any other that you’d been called, you were not his love and he was not yours. “Have you been enjoying yourself?” He asked, beginning to rub those damned circles into your hip again. You hummed your agreement and he tsked his tongue, “No you haven’t, you hide it well enough but you're miserable.” You stared up at him not knowing what to say or what he wanted you to say. “Take a walk with me?” He asked, letting that smile that you were growing to hate grace his face again. You agreed not really having a choice in the matter.

He led you through the crowd, you hadn’t realized how much the alcohol had affected you until you began walking, you moved considerably slower with your eyes more focused on where you were going rather than ahead of you. If Aizen noticed your uncordnation he didn’t say anything about it. You found yourself in the gardens as the cold air bit at your skin, not that you cared all that much, feeling a bit of relief compared to the stuffy hall you’d been in for hours. “Would you like to know what I’ve been talking about with the other lords?” He asked.

You thought about your answer for a long moment, he didn’t like it when you lied to him and wanted you to be honest with him but the truth of it was no. You didn’t want to know. He would tell you anyway and maybe his asking was just a taunt. So that’s what you answered with, “Not particularly but I have a feeling you're going to tell me no matter how I answer.” You said with more spitefulness than you intended.

Aizen chuckled, “Well, don’t you just have me figured out?” He joked, you didn’t laugh. “We’ve been talking about you all evening. Most have congratulated me kindly, but more than a few have also expressed that they’d do the same.” He said, you knew he was taunting you, maybe trying to get a rise out of you but you still held his breath as he talked. “One young man in particular, told me that he was impressed by my restraint.” Your brows knit together and he gave another small chuckle, “He said if it had been him he wouldn’t have been able to hold off on taking you,” Your face drained of color and your eyes felt like they would bulge out of your head as he went on. “He informed me that he’d tried desperately for your hand but your father had denied him and you didn’t notice him at all. The poor boy.” He mocked in fake sympathy, “You should see how they all stare at you, where their eyes focus in on when your not looking, if only you knew what dark things they thought of-“

“Why tell me all this?” You cut him off before he could continue, you knew they were all traitors but you didn’t want to think about how many men in there would do the same or worse to you given the chance. You didn’t want to think about a man that was so upset that you’d not wanted to wed him as a child of thirteen that he thought you deserved this.

“I want you to think of it when you despair about your position, when you start to think I’ve been cruel to you.” The two of you stopped walking and he pulled your chin up to look at him, bringing his face close to yours, “Anyone of them would have done the same if not worse.” He whispered so close that you could feel his lips caress your own as he spoke, you were certain that he was about to kiss you again but he never did. Instead he pulled back, “We should get you inside before you freeze out here.” He said letting that sickly sweet smile frame his face again.

Back inside you noticed that a number of people must have left during your stroll, a noticeable number. You could feel your anxiety starting to pick up, he hadn’t mentioned anything about a bedding ceremony but now it was all you could think about and you had no way of being certain. You thought about asking him but decided against it, fearing that he might just do it if he thought you were afraid of it. As you gazed around the room you noticed Grimmjow sitting alone near the back of the tables, his eyes stared into yours for a moment before you were distracted by yet another person coming to talk to the two of you about what a lovely couple you made. The whole time you could all but feel Grimmjow's eyes staring at you which didn’t help settle any of your anxiety. You kept catching his gaze in between chats. He barley moved and you couldn’t help but feel like you were being hunted.

As time stretched on more and more people began to leave, everytime they did that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach only grew. Eventually Aizen bent down to whisper, “I think its time we take our leave my dear.” Your breath caught and you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything as he gently led you to the hall. Your heart felt like it might beat straight out of your chest with each step you took. He kept his hold on you the whole time. At least, no one followed you out, meaning that there would be no bedding ceremony. At least no one would get to observe the humiliation you’d no doubt receive. “You look relived?” He said voice trailing in question. Your legs felt like they were made of lead and every step you took was a considerable effort.

“I thought that perhaps you’d have opted for a bedding ceremony but…” you let yourself trail off, he just hummed in understanding. You were at the door to your room far faster than you’d have liked. He held the door open for you and you stepped inside making your way to the center of the room, you stopped not knowing what to do with yourself. The door swung shut and you couldn’t help but flinch. You were terrified of the man you’d be sharing a life with, while you’d once thought him kind you’d come to find out he was anything but. He’d killed a whole family to get here plus countless others, he sent people to hunt you down specifically and he’d threaten to take another life if you didn’t do as he said.

A set of arms snaked around your waist causing you to gasp, “Are you nervous sweet girl?” Aizen rasped into your ear. You nodded yes but he just hummed as if he didn’t understand you, “I’m sorry love, I didn’t quite catch that, you’ll have to speak up.” You closed your eyes and you were sure your whole body must be beat red.

He knew you were and he was just trying to get under your skin. “Y-yes.” You said barely audible but he’d heard it nonetheless. He gently pushed the hair from your shoulder and began trailing small kisses from the exposed skin of your shoulder to the base of your neck. You flinched but he held you firmly in place with a hand on your hip, “Have you ever been touched like this?” He asked, his voice had dropped by at least an octave and was laced thick with arousal.

“No.” You gasped out as he nibbled at the space where your neck and shoulder met. Aizen hummed in satisfaction as one of his arms rose to just below your sternum, forcing you back into his own broad chest. He had you trapped up against himself in a hold that you had no way of escaping.

You swallowed thickly as his lips trailed up your neck to your ear, “Never?” He asked, warm breath fanning your ear. “Not even with that fetching young knight with the tattoos that was so keen on escaping with you? He seemed very intent on keeping you away from me.” You squeezed your eyes shut tighter and shook your head lightly. You realized he was talking about Renji, and while he’d help you escape you doubted he felt anything of the sort for you, he’d only helped you because he’d always felt indebted to your father. You could explain all that to him though, not while his mouth was still working against your neck and he held you so close to himself. “Words my sweet girl, I want to hear you.” He rasped intent on flustering you further.

You opened your mouth to say something only to be cut off by a sharp gasp as he pulled your head back to suck a mark into your neck. You tried to escape it but his free hand shot to your hip pulling you back against him tighter than before, stopping you from moving any distance. “No, never!” You all but whined out as his mouth kept working over your skin. You hated whatever game he was playing and you hated how you couldn’t help but react to it.

Aizen pulled back a few inches to admire the mark he’d left before chuckling darkly, “Aren’t you just a dream dear?” He asked before spinning you to face him. He pulled you close and captured your lips as your hands came up to try to put some distance between your bodies yet again. He kissed you with much more force than the previous times, his hand came up to tangle in your hair and pull you closer, his other hand snaked behind your back. He pulled back for you but kept your head firmly in place with his hand, “Open your mouth.” He ordered in a husked voice. You went to question him on what he’d meant but before you could his lips were again pressed to yours. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth and began tangling with your own. You couldn’t stop the whimper that left you, he pressed you closer, seeming to enjoy that he’d pulled any kind of noise from you at all.

The hand pressed to you back slid lower, reaching for the clasp of your metal belt and fumbling with it until it noisily clattered to the floor. You dress hung loosely around you now and bunched up under his hand as me moved it back to your hip. His tongue was still mapping out your mouth, making you feel lightheaded. He pulled away from you and looked you up and down as you panted. His hands moved to your shoulders aiming no doubt to fully remove your dress. Your hands caught his wrists not wanting him to continue, you realized your mistake instantly but couldn’t stop yourself.

Aizen's deep brown eyes shot to yours, he softened his gaze and tsked his tongue, you averted your gaze and let your hands slip off his wrists. “Sweet girl,” He called to you softly, “If you move to stop me again I’ll bring you your little knight's head.” You couldn’t stop the little cry of surprise that left you as tears sprang to your eyes. You looked back up to him as your tears collected in your waterline. “You poor thing,” he said bringing his hand to brush along your cheek, “You really don’t want this do you?” He asked, whipping at a tear as it fell down your face.

You knew he was just taunting you, you knew he wasn’t going to stop but you still shook your head in denial. Surprisingly he didn’t make you say it out loud, he just hummed sympathetically, looking at you with a tilted head. “How unfortunate.” He said before moving his hands back to your dress. He carefully pulled the fabric from you, letting it fall to the floor in a heap and leaving you in just your heels and undergarments. You turned your head to the side, unable to look at him any longer as his eyes raked over you, he hummed in appreciation taking in your lace strapless bralette and matching underwear that you’d been made to wear. The lace hid nothing from him, thin and see through with the same flowers and vines that had adorned your dress. A few more tears slipped from your eyes as he began walking you backwards towards the bed. Once the backs of your legs hit the bed he gently pushed you so the you were sitting on the edge of it, he tilted your head up to look at him.

He bent over you fully and kissed you again, this time as he ravaged your mouth it tasted of salt from your tear streaked face. His hand ghosted down your body to your thigh, he gave your thigh a light squeeze before sliding his hand further down to push your shoe off before repeating the motion with the other leg. He let his hand run lazily up and down your leg as he continued kissing you, everytime his hand would work up your thighs your muscles would flutter and heat began pooling in your lower stomach much to your displeasure. You hated that your body was reacting to him wanting desperately for it to stop.

Aizen released your mouth, straightening up to his full height, “Move to the center of the bed.” He nodded watching you move all the while. Once centered in the bed you pulled your legs together keeping them pressed firmly against one another. Aizen began removing his shirt button by button revealing his well muscled arms and chiseled chest. He removed his belt next, placing the sword attached to it gently on the dresser before stalking back to you. You couldn’t help but think that perhaps if he’d never left, if he’d never done any of the atrocious things he’d done, that you might have ended up here anyways. You couldn’t deny that he was handsome and even though you now knew his attention went much deeper he’d always made time for you before. He’d seemed sweet and caring. But now that you knew everything, what he was capable of, there would be no looking back, you couldn’t look past it. You would never forgive him for all that he’d done to the high lord's family and the common people, they had been innocent and he’d slain them for his own selfish interest. You thought of the girl you’d seen the first night, she’d bear that scar forever for simply doing her duties that day.

Aizen crawled over you, pulling you from you from your thoughts and pushing your back into the mattress as leaned into you. He pulled your legs straight and you kept them firmly pressed together as he again mouthed at your neck. You closed your eyes as he sucked more marks into your skin, his mouth trailed down your neck and to your collarbone where he nibbled at the bone. You gasped, causing him to chuckle as he let his hand run across your stomach, his fingers thumbed at the bottom of your bralette. You tried to focus on your breathing as he let his hand glide over your breast, you let out a breathy sigh and turned your head away from his as his thumb circled your clothed nipple. Aizen rose up on his elbow as he continued his ministrations, “You look absolutely sinful like this.” He stated. You fisted your hand in the blankets beneath you. He switched his attention to your other breast making you swallow a cut off moan which caused him to chuckle again. “I want to hear you, love.” He breathed into your ear, you bit down on the inside of your cheek not wanting to give him the satisfaction. You might not be able to stop him from doing what he wanted with you but you could try to at least control the noises you made. Or so you thought.

After a minute or so of you refusing to make any noise he dropped his head back to your neck and sunk his teeth into your pulse point. You shrieked, eyes shooting open and tears following in earnest as your back arched off the bed trying to get him to let go, his hand moved from your chest to your arched back and unclasped your bralette, throwing it behind him. He released your neck and soothed over the wound with his tongue as he settled you back on the mattress. Your neck throbbed and you felt a drop of blood run down your neck before he leaned back over to licked it up and place a quick peck to your throbbing skin. Aizen’s mouth trailed from your pulse point down to your breast, he looked up to you as you panted breathlessly trying to pull yourself together before flicking your nipple with his tongue, you couldn’t stifle the moan that slipped out of you which only spurred him on. He took your nipple into his mouth fully, lavishing his tongue over the sensitive nub and occasionally nipping gently with his teeth to watch your reactions. He pulled off with a pop before switching his attention to your other nipple and teasing the one he’d had in his mouth between his fingers. Catching your breath was an impossible task, your heartbeat was so fast you thought it might burst and your core ached between your locked thighs.

He again let you go with a pop, “You’re so much more reactive than I could have hoped for, I can’t wait to see what more you’ll show me sweet girl.” He rasped, rising to his knees and running his hands up your legs. “I understand you’ve never been touched by another man, but tell me love, have you at least touched yourself? Brought yourself to release on your fingers perhaps?” You gawked at his question, truthfully you had tried a few times but never could bring yourself anywhere near pleasurable, but you certainly didn’t want him to know that. “Well, love?” He asked again when you didn’t answer.

You knew he wasn’t going to let you get away with not answering and you were sure you didn’t want him to bite you again or something else equally as painful. You took in a shaky breath before saying, “I’ve tried but never been able to…” you trailed off not wanting to finish your sentence in embarrassment.

His hands made their way back up your legs before hooking in the sides of your underwear, “You poor sweet thing, I’ll have to remedy that.” He gently pulled them down, they caught on your knees for a second but you separated your legs just enough for him to toss them behind him to join the rest of your clothing. You were now completely nude for him, “Spread your legs for me love.” He didn’t give you a chance to comply as his large hands pulled your knees apart. He looked at you with lidded eyes causing you to look away before he brought his hand to ghost over your folds, he groaned at the wetness he found between your legs. “For a girl that insists she doesn't want this, you certainly are wet my dear.” His thumb begins rubbing tight circles against your clit causing your toes to curl and small breathy gasps to find their way out of your mouth.

It feels like there’s a knot being pulled tighter and tighter in your lower abdomen, your sounds rise in volume and Aizen moves the hand not occupied to grab your face and force you to look at him, “Look at me while you cum.” He growled lowly, thumb increasing in speed and pressure. It feels like you're going to snap apart and you look up at him through glassy eyes. His gaze is intense as your end draws closer and you can’t help but buck your hips against his hand. All at once the knot inside you snaps and you coming with a whiny moan as your back arches and stars dot your vision. You’ve never felt anything like it and you can’t help but shutter through the aftershocks.

His hand doesn’t stop moving, instead slowing to a lazy pace that has you trying to escape from overstimulation, his hand grabs your hip and pins you back down. “Please! It’s too much, I can’t take it!” You cry out, body on fire. After a few more strokes his hand stops and he swoops down to dominate you with another kiss. You're so overwhelmed by your previous orgasm that you just let him do as he pleases.

The two of you separate and he watches your face for a moment before pulling back fully, “Now that was a sight, perhaps I should have had a bedding ceremony, show all those stuck up lordlings what they’ve missed out on.” He mocks as he rises from the bed to kick his pants and underwear off. You’ve never seen a nude man before but you're sure that his cock is bigger than most. It’s long and thick with a few veins jutting up it and you can’t help but stare with wide eyes. There’s no way you’re ever going to get it inside of you, at least not without pain.

You don’t even notice that he’s watching you until he laughs, making your eyes shoot to his face as your own face heats more in embarrassment. “Don’t worry sweet girl, I’ll have you well prepared.” He said as he makes his way back to you. You don’t quite believe him but there’s not much you can do as he climbs back on top of you, he spreads your legs on either side of his own. You swallow thickly as he again mouths at your neck and his hand returns to your slick folds. His middle finger circles you opening and you feel your anxiety pick up, his hand is a lot bigger than your own and even then you’d never done much with your own fingers. He gets his finger nice and wet before he starts to push it inside you.

Instantly your gummy walls clamp down on it, the stretch isn’t pleasant and it stings a bit. Your breathing picks up and his thumb resumes its slow circles on your clit in an attempt to force you to relax. He gets the digit into the last knuckle and stills its movement as his thumb continues. He licks up your neck to nibble on your ear, “That’s it sweet girl, just like that. Relax and take it.” He rasps as he gently pulls his finger back and forth within you. You whine at the strange feeling and he latches back onto your neck. After letting you adjust to his first finger he pushes in a second one. You try to pull away and groan because it burns, his thumb and fingers move at a steady pace and you can’t help but clench around them trying to get him to stop for a moment.

He groans in your ear, “Fuck,” he curses, “You’re so tight love.” More tears slip from your eyes as he continues his movements. You wish he’d stop talking but of course he doesn’t. “You have to relax for me love.” He breathes into your neck. “How can you ever hope to take my cock if you can’t take two fingers?” He laughs. You want to scream at him that you don’t want to take his cock and you want to push him and beg him to stop but you know it won’t do you any good. You try to focus on your breathing again but he starts hooking his fingers and they brush against something inside you that has you letting out another high pitched whine. He smiles at you and continues thrusting his fingers into you, taking care to hit that spot inside you with every stroke. You’re withering underneath him as he adds a third, it still hurts but he keeps hitting that spot over and over again causing you to lose yourself.

Your walls tighten again as that knot builds back up. Aizen speeds up his moments, “Again?” He asks, “Already that close? Just from my fingers?” He rumbles. Your fists are so tangled in the blankets you fear they might tear apart. Between his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside of you and his thumb rubbing those circles into your clit you're coming within seconds of him whispering. You whimper as he pulls his fingers from you, you watch as he brings them to his mouth before licking them clean. “What a delicacy.” He says eyes meeting your tired ones, “Maybe if you’re a good girl for me I’ll feast on you next time.” He offers as he aligns himself with you.

He pulls you further down the bed, hair fanning out behind you and legs coming to rest across his knees. He moves his hips, grinding his cock to you, using your slick to get himself ready to enter you. Once he deems himself lubricated enough he lines his cock up with your hole. You feel the tip begin to push into you and you expect him to go slow like he had with his fingers but he doesn’t instead he snaps his hips to yours and fills you in one fluid motion. You scream, pain filling you immediately as you try to scoot away. He pulls you back down refusing to let you escape.

He wastes no time before picking up a punishing pace that makes you sob underneath him. You feel like you can’t breathe and you move to try and push him away, clawing at him with your nails but he just grabs your wrist and pins it to the bed above your head. He folds over you and uses his free hand to push one of your legs up near your head, folding you in half. “Gods!” He moans, “You’re such a tight fit!” He smiles darkly at you before picking up speed. You can’t think straight but you know that you're begging him to stop in broken cries which only seems to turn him on more. “You’re taking me beautifully love, like you were made for it.” He groans. The only sounds filling the room are the sound of skin hitting skin, your cries and his groans.

His thrusts eventually start loosing rhythm and he grunts a few times, “Fuck, I’m close,” he moans out still rapidly snapping his hips into yours. He releases his hold on your wrist and leg and brings both of his hands to your hips to pull you back into him as he thrusts into you, he’s gripping you so hard you're sure to have bruises. He moans your name before trusting as deep as he can and stilling, you feel his seed fill you up and he gives a few shallow thrusts before pulling out completely. Your breathing is shaky and you're still crying as he watches his cum drip out of you. He collects what’s leaked from you before fucking it back into you with his finger. You gasp and close your legs which makes him chuckle as he pulls away from you. “Just making sure nothing goes to waste love.” He says looking down at you.

All you can think is that you hate him. You hate him for what he’s done to your people but as you lay there broken, used and crying all you can think of is how you hate him for what he’s done to you. How he turned your body completely against you. How he’d threatened you. How he’d used you. You look at him through glassy eyes and say, “You’re a bastard.” Not caring about the consequences, what more could he take from you now?

He just laughs, watching your chest heave, “Yeah, I am, sweet girl.” He says before pulling you to him, he pulls you and himself up to lay against the pillows and settling the two of you beneath the covers. “Now sleep my love, before I change my mind and decide to take you again.” He says stroking your hair. You’re too tired to put up a fight and wouldn’t want to chance him anyways.

[randomveyn]

ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴄʟᴜʙ

featuring ⁞ grimmjow jaegerjacquez, kurosaki ichigo, madarame ikkaku, abarai renji, hisagi shuhei

warnings ⁞ fem!reader, suggestive themes, drinking, implied daddy kink, mentions of vaping, pet names (baby girl, kitten, princess)

𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙟𝙤𝙬 takes his time on his seat, chucking down beer while watching you sway your hips along the beat under the lights of neon pink and blue. send him winks, mouthed him a “come dance, baby” and he'd jump right in.

is arrancar naturally good at dancing? because he sure knows how to work those hips like a pro. he'd occasionally grind into your ass, pretending he got the tempo wrong but the bulge on his tight jeans said something else.

but he won't be satisfied with some feather-light touches. if anything, he gets greedy each time. can't keep those big hands from slithering along your curves. give him kisses and playful licks, make those breathy moans by his ears. and he'd have no qualms in snatching you away from the dance floor, dragging you to the nearest bathroom, trapping you between cold wall and his burning muscles. “time for some snacks, kitten.”

𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙤 and 𝙞𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙠𝙪 are the same type of guy. they don't go out chasing after girls. you'd find them lounging around the corner vip sofa, manspreading comfortably in their seats, maybe challenging each other who can take the most shots for the night.

you'd have to walk up to them with the guts of steel. ikkaku might spare you a glance but shoos you away immediately. no matter what you look like, he won't be interested until he sees a real challenge here. bring up the fact, or just lie through your teeth, about your black belt in judo and he'd whipped his head back to you fast. propose him a match and whether you win or not, you'd still find you both wrestling in bed tonight. “today's my lucky day, huh?”

ichigo is a simple man with a sprinkle of his closet daddy kink. he patted on his lap a few times, ushering you to take a seat. and then he'd feel you up with those biceps holding you close, squeeze you abit to have you squirming under him. he secretly enjoy the power he can exert on sweet girls like you, stroking his ego because he gets you all putty in his hand effortlessly like this.

he'd send a smug grin across the club, to a certain baby blue haired man and gets a middle finger back from the latter. “look at that loser. daddy needs no dance to get baby girl like you.”

𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞 and 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙝𝙚𝙞 would be hanging around outside of the club, clad in punk leather outfits and slouching on their bikes. they try to come off as 'too cool to be dancing in there' but everyone knows they're just weak against women.

renji pulls out his vape pen, casually sucking and puffing out clouds of pineapple flavours as he watches people waltzing in and out of the club. and then, he sees you, hastily tumbling your way out with a group of guys following close behind. he caught your agitated expression, visibly uncomfortable under their ogling eyes and slurs.

so he wasted no time in slinging his arm around you, pulling you away with a big grin. “sorry for the wait, baby.” you shouldn't feel safe around this man either, not with those deadly tattoos he had from head to toe but you wouldn't even think twice about snuggling up against his half-exposed chest.

shuhei would be the one to offer you a ride home, because he's the only one with an extra helmet. it was originally prepared for his drunk ass friend (kira or rangiku-san) but guess he wouldn't mind taking a couple of trips back and forth tonight. HE IS JUST THAT NICE. and so, enjoy your ride hugging him close, feeling those toned abs below. oh, and he'd definitely take off his jacket and let you wear them. “gotta keep you all nice and warm.”

blow him some goodbye kiss okay because let's be honest, his nose can't handle a real kiss on the cheek. he's also the type who'd wait for you walk into your apartment lobby, disappear into the elevator before leaving. BOYFRIEND MATERIAL. but don't be mistaken, this guy can be smooth. you'll soon find his business card in his jacket.

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[seneon]

𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐉𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐙, 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

huh...? the last grave? the individual has walked into the cemetery this far towards the dead end? why were there only nine graves? this is the graveyard of ten interesting souls. it isn't possible if the cemetery ends with the very last tombstone of an infamous killer of the dead, a man with panther features.

GRIMMJOW X FEM! READER 🎬 tw: slightly descriptive gore. A/N — HEY. ok bye. i'm practically done with this shi ☠️💯

a serial killer. a murderer of the dead. one that kills a corpse despite the corpse that has already lost its soul. nothing would surpass the evil of grimmjow jaegerjaquez. he is way too smart for the authorities to handcuff him and way too strong for even armies to put him down.

grimmjow is a devil to mankind.

what would be more thrilling that to kill people and feel ultimate ecstasy while doing it? he loved seeing people tremble in fear below him as he stabs his hands into their body like it was a punching bag that was already loose.

he kills anyone and everyone. that is just who a corpse killer is, a murderer, a human being that rose from the deepest depths of hell to live in a rotten and ugly world.

but nowadays, there was nothing fun to kill. even murderers get bored with their hobbies of ending one's life.

tonight, grimmjow jaegerjaquez felt extremely bored unlike any other days. he has not laid his fingers on a single body in a hot minute, and he felt the want to fill in his cravings. the last person he killed belonged to a lady who tried to seduce him out of drunkenness, but grimmjow isn't the type of man who is fond of seduction.

in fact, the first thing he did was break the bones of the woman where her fingers were itchy on caressing his chest. the next, he made sure to input fearful words into her mind before he toys around with her hair like she is a broken doll.

what more could be worse than that?

grimmjow carries a little killing knife. and he used it to slice wherever he pleases. especially her sweet mouth and her honey body where she presses against his own.

he didn't want a woman all over him. it disgusted him. in fact, he hates women. every woman in his life proves to be the same. his mother, his old girlfriends, drunk woman at the bar, and everywhere else. women are a hassle for grimmjow.

the man is bored. extremely bored. it is close to two in the morning. and he's walking around town like he owns the road. occasionally, he sees street animals appear, or insects flying around.

but tonight, he saw something else other than mere street animals or flying insects. this time, grimmjow saw a lone girl walking all by herself in the dead of night. her destination? towards a venue that nobody dare go near.

a smirk crawled up his cheeks as he shoves his hands into his pocket before trailing behind the girl faraway. she will surely be the one to satisfy his cravings of bloodspill.

y/n l/n would make a fine history and earn a spot in that graveyard.

grave eight 🪦 spooktober graveyard series | NEXT

© SENEON OCT 18th 2023 | 9th PIECE OF S. GRAVEYARD.

[grimmblow]

Memory | Grimmjow x Reader

PAIRING: Grimmjow x reader

This definitely could seem a bit ooc and a bit messy, but I am out of practice. No warnings.

Ok so I finally started Bleach, and I am obsessed with Grimmjow. So much that I just had to write something down. Might do some parts to this, I have some ideas.

There was a time in your life, where you and Grimmjow were something that resembled friends.

Or at least had something that was the closest thing to friendship someone like him could probably achieve.

When you were 17, he just was there. He showed up in your kitchen, to this day you have no clue as to actually why, but he was there. It was obvious that he was not really a human, that kind of scary mask gave it away. 

As you were prepping your lunch, you noticed someone was behind you; looking around you saw this musclemass of a man (well, not really) standing there. Rather than screaming or freaking out you just looked at him confused. 

You already noticed weird things happening in your world, with people dressed In black running around like nobody is watching, monsters appearing and disappearing,  but this was something new.

The man with the blue hair was smiling, when he noticed that you could see him.

“Huh, so you can see me?”

“Of course I can, you are right in front of me”, you said nonchalantly. For some reason, a literal stranger, or something (judging by the hole in his stomach), appearing did not phase you.

“Are you not gonna scream or anything?”, he asked and came a step closer to you.

“What’s that gonna help?”

He stopped his movement and grinned slightly. 

That was how you met the Arrancar. It kind of matched perfectly, he was an aggressive and self obsessed person and you were bored by your own life and could hold up with his sass. He told you about his world, appearing every two days or so in your room. He told you about his fights, you told him very little about your life. Mainly because you felt like it was uneventful, especially comparing it to his.

But you taught him about small things, like your morning coffee ritual, or what a book is.

Neither of you would admit, that you enjoyed each others company, but you obviously did. It became a routine, Grimm knew at what time you got to bed and made sure to come by earlier than that. Sometimes he came by before you went off to school and got on the bus with you, and gave nasty comments about the people around you. 

It was nice like that, you felt a bit more alive by hearing about these unreal things happening to him; you felt like you were a part of it. 

It was a Sunday night, a day he always came by. Your parents went out with your brother to your uncles house, you said you had homework to do. You prepped his sandwich, he loved smoked salmon. 

And then you waited.

And waited.

The sun went up and you went to school the next day but he still did not come.

A week went by.

Then weeks.

Then months.

He just became a memory after a while. You were angry, but you knew you had no right to be angry. You were very much aware that he just talked to you for his entertainment, you definetly were not entitled to his presence.

Years went by and you graduated high school, got enrolled in university and now also finally got your first apartment. 

But he still was not there.

He sometimes crossed your mind, especially when you were accomplishing regular milestones. You moved out after you almost lost your mind living with your parents; it definetly was not the nicest experience. And it was not the nicest apartment, but anywhere you could be free was good enough.

Moving all of your stuff alone was a hassle, you were strong, but still. The sun was setting and your apartment was getting darker; and there were still some boxes lying around. 

“I’ll get this done before I sleep…”you mumbled to yourself.

But suddenly the air changed into something oddly familiar.

“Might need some help?”

[muzansfangs]

GRAPPA + Grimmjow 🩵

Melt my heart.

Starring: Grimmjow Jagaerjaquez x f!reader;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, dirty jokes, dom!Grimmjow, sub!reader, passionate sex, creampie, mates, established relationship;

Plot: Sheltering from the wintry air and heavy snow in the chalet you had rented for a romantic weekend away from Karakura, you introduce your boyfriend to the small pleasures of life. Hot chocolate, small conversations and the warm heat provided by the fireplace led you two to a passionate moment of lust and love.

Drink chosen: GRAPPA (passionate sex in front of the fireplace).

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT | RULES FOR THE EVENT

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Everything around you was coated by a white blanket of snow. The landscape was breathtaking and the sound of your boots crunching the glistening ice and snow underneath your feet warmed your heart up in joy. Smiling happily, you glanced at your boyfriend behind you, shrugging the snowflakes off of his new coat trimmed with light-blue fur. His nose was scrunched up in irritation, a clear sign he loathed winter and was probably complying with your plan for the weekend for the sake of not hearing you complaining with him twenty-four hours a day.

"The cat is being dramatic again, I see" you chimed, a soft chuckle leaving your lips as you watched him roll his piercing blue eyes at you.

"You know I don't like getting wet. — he grumbled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat and striding up towards you with heavy steps — Unless it's on your juices" he added, a shit-eating grin crossing his lips, as you slapped his arm playfully.

You were about to retort something, when a gust of wind blew harshly over you two and words died on your tongue. Reprimanding Grimmjow could definitely wait a little longer. You needed to get into the chalet before you died of frostbite.

Shuddering, you stumbled down the snowy path that led to the small chalet you had rented for a weekened away from the stress caused by the chaotic life you lived in Karakura. A little break surley would have not hurt you and the former Espada you were dating. After having to face the recent war against Yhwach and his army of psychotic flunkies, you were not going to miss the chance to spend a romantic and peaceful weekend with your boyfriend.

Hastily unlocking the front door, hands shaking for the cold, you pushed the door open and stomped your feet onto the porch to get rid of the snow and ice remenants clinging onto your shoes. Grimmjow, albeit not being exactly a man of culture and ignoring the concept of manners, mimicked your actions and did the same. You were glad he was trying to act like a civilized person. He would have always denied that he was doing it for you, but everyone had kind of noticed a switch in his brazen manners, since you two had officially gotten together.

"We need to light up the fire. It's freezing cold" you instructed him, as you watched him toss your bag onto the wooden floor and darting his eyes on the cozy design of the chalet.

He was not the type of man who cared about details and he was naturally foreign to such comfortable places. Except for your flat, he had spent most of his life living in a desertic area. With Aizen's arrival in Hueco Mundo, he got a roof over his head, but the style of his quarters was absolutely minimalistic.

"Yeah, I can see your teeth are chattering with the cold. A fire is nothing a Cero cannot provide" he cockily said then, marching towards the fireplace with the ludicrous intent of blasting a Cero into the small marble fireplace.

Shutting the door with a foot, you scurried towards him with horror plastered all over your face. Your hand grasped him by the sleeve of his coat, eyes searching for his ones as you stood right in front of him with a panicked expression "Woah, Grimmjow, what? You cannot use your Cero here. - you started, as the blue-haired man furrowed his brows in confusion - You're going to demolish the entire place. Here, let me take care of it. Just sit over there and wait for me" you told him, your voice indulging into a softer tone, as he shrugged and begrudgingly disisted from turning the small chalet into a pile of rubble and ash.

Grimmjow unbuttoned his coat, discarding it carelessly on the nearby armchair, before kicking his boots off and flopping down onto the fluffy, brownish rug underneath your feet. You did not question him, a small smile tugging your lips upwards, as you approched the metallic wood holder to grasp some logs to throw into the fireplace.

Old habits were hard to get rid of, but you were not going to pest him this weekend too. Not when this was supposed to be your getaway from the world and its rules.

"You humans are weird as fuck. In Hueco Mundo it's the prerogative of a man to do stuff like that for his mate" Grimmjow's hoarse voice pierced your ears, as the fire sent flickers of light across the room, making your eyes glow. Now you could finally get comfortable and that was exactly what you did, unzipping your jacket and unwrapping the purple scarf you were wearing from around your neck.

Whipping your head towards your boyfriend, you quirked your eyebrows up, casually shrugging at his remark "Well, in the world of the livings, humans do not care much about that. I wanted to do it for you... And I could not let you destroy our shelter for the night now, could I?" you replied, before standing back up, tossing your items onto the armchair as well, while you ambled to the kitchen, and reached your hand up to open the cupboard.

Upon spotting two forest green mugs, you grasped them and settled them down onto the counter, acknowledging Grimmjow's eyes boring holes on your nape all the time. Even though he was trying to figure out what exactly you were doing, fumbling with what he assumed was a sachet of cocoa powder, his head was striving to wrap around the fact that you had not protested when he had called you 'mate’. He remembered a few months ago the talk you two had over the whole mating topic. You had told him only animals mated and your relationship could not be based on the primordial rules settled by nature in the animal and Hollow kingdom. You two were partners, people loving each others.

But, deep inside him, although he would have never admitted it out loud, you were always going to be his mate. Maybe it was something bigger than you, a reality distant from yours, but he had felt it the first moment you two had met. You were his one. You were his mate.

And a mate was not a simple partner.

"Grimm, are you still with me?" you called him out then, kneeling right next to him with two mugs of hot chocolate in your hand and snapping him out of his stream of consciousness. Sometimes, you wished you could read his mind, following him into the places he disappeared into without sharing his feelings. But this was Grimmjow Jagaerjaquez you were talking about and, frankly, you just appreciated the fact that he had been honest enough to admit he felt something for you.

Grasping one of the mugs, he slowly brought it up to his nose, taking a good whiff of the drink you were offering him. He had never tried it before and it did not smell that bad. Yet, the color was surely not promising.

"What's that? The color's not that inviting" he expressed his doubts about the drink, watching how you just took a sip of it and fluttered your eyes close in sheer ecstasy.

"Just give it a try, trust me" you suggested him, resting your cheek on the top of his shoulder to assure him, but also following the egoistical desire of feeling him closer to you.

"Oi, listen up, if I drink it and it tastes like shit—".

"Hey! Would I really drink something that tastes like shit and give it to you?" you protested, glancing up at him and squinting in a timid attempt to decipher his expression.

Grimmjow grinned and elbowed your ribs jokingly, as he trusted you and took a sip from his mug. Waiting for him to give you a feedback about the new food you had prepared for him, you proceeded to enjoy your own dose of chocolate and smiled softly. When Grimmjow groaned lowly, you looked at him and caught the Sexta Espada sweeping his tongue out to lick away a single drop of chocolate resting on his bottom lip.

"Damn it, that's good" he uttered, looking at you in excitement as he then took another generous swing from his mug, chugging it down as if it was ambrosia. The almost childish reaction you had gotten out of a man as proud as Grimmjow with a simple drink and the way his cheeks had turned pink for the heat provided by the crackling flames filled your heart with joy.

"I love you" you suddenly said, as your boyfriend paused, his hand half-raisen to finish off the last sip of chocolate in his mug.

Lips parted, Grimmjow stared at you with a baffled expression. You had said you loved him a few other times since you had confessed for the first time, but the way you had pronounced those words now made his stomach twist and turn, almost prompting him to blurt them out too. Those eyes of yours, your unique way of making him feel less of a freak drove him mad.

You barely processed his free hand grasping your jaw to force you to crane your neck enough to let him reach your mouth easily, but you were far-sighted enough to settle your mug down at your right, before he captured your lips with his in a fervent, demanding kiss.

Teeth clashed as he let go of his mug as well, his hand now sliding down towards your waist and squeezing it. Warm fingers skimming underneath your sweater, he slithered his hand up to your stomach and midriff, a soft groan rumbling from deep into his chest as he pulled you over his lap.

"You see? That's why I want you next to me. You fuck with my head in a way no one can. You sexy witch" he huskily whispered, his lips still hovering over yours as you straddled him, his hands forcing your hips down until his groin pressed up against yours in a delicious friction, eliciting a whine of anticipation from you.

"Grimm, wait, let's go to bed..." you whispered, hand cupping his cheek as you allowed him to rotate his hips onto yours. You skin was on fire and you honestly had no idea if it was because of your proximity to the fire, or if it was to blame on your underwear getting wetter second by second under his ministrations.

However, as he growled next to yout ear, breath hitching in your throat as he slided his hand behind your nape protectively, you knew the location was not nogatiable this time around. Allowing him to lay you down onto the rug, you stared up at him in sheer desire, watching the way he quickly took off his own sweater, chiseled abs and pectorals exposed to your hooded eyes.

The Hollow hole on his abdomen, his signature mark, made shivers run down your spine and you let your gaze trail down to his v line, as he unbuckled his belt and proceeded to take off his trousers. You tried to follow his example and began to remove your own clothes, but Grimmjow stopped you.

His left hand pinned your wrists together above your head with a swift move “No. I may let you light up a fire, but, when I fuck you, I am the one who takes care of you” he said, his free hand sliding down your side, until he popped the button of your jeans open and he hooked his fingers around the waistband.

You nodded your head, willing to let him in charge, while he gave your trousers a few harsh tugs to get them out of his way. You were absolutely amazing to him, so beautiful he could barely cope with the thought of being vulnerable, when it came down to you.

Parting your legs, Grimmjow pushed the already damp fabric of your panties to the side and let the pads of his fingers glide down your slit. He felt himself twitch into his tight boxers, his sharp canines protruding from his upper lip as he rolled your pearl between his index and thumb.

You moaned out in pleasure, hands gripping the fur of the carpet at your sides as you arched your back unintentionally. You were on fire, your skin burnt under his piercing, famished gaze and his touch. You needed him, you needed more of this.

“Grimm…” you breathed out, peering up at him with teary eyes.

“I got you. I fucking got you, don’t worry” he replied, beginning to slide his boxers down with his free hand. His cock pulsed, the need to claim you, to let you know how badly he desired to be with you forever, to protect you from anyone and anything threatening your life was unbearable.

And as he hooked your legs around his waist, lining his cock to your sappy opening, he made sure to lock eyes with you before talking “You are mine” he deadpanned, driving his hips down onto yours.

The stretch, as per usual, was enough to make you whimper out, as your walls tried to adjust to his size. His girth had always left you breathless. His groans when you squeezed him up sounded so wild and animalistic, you wondered if his inner animal was striving to take over him.

The moment he felt you fitting around him like a glove, your breath becoming less erratic, fingers running through his hair, he knew he could start moving. Pulling out until only his tip was still nestled into you, he then drilled back into your warm cavern with a quick thrust.

Toes curling, you let out a strained moan as you hid your face onto the crook of his neck, hands resting over his shoulderblades and loving the way you could feel his muscles flex for each movement he made.

No restraints, no fear to be heard, Grimmjow thrusted into you slowly, but passionately. Moans of pleasure, groans, filled the air. Your skin was sweaty, your breaths uneven, his grip on you bruising as if he feared you would slip away from his iron grasp.

And as you kissed him, your tongues meeting in your mouth as he stilled his movements, the warm seed spurting into you felt like your ticket for Heaven.

And Heaven was wherever you two were together.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I am excited to present you the first work for my “Have a drink event”. You can find the rules to partecipate on the top of this work! A masterlist is in my drafts. I am just waiting for some works to be done so that I can post it and update it with every request I publish! Next to come: Sanemi + tequila ;)

Likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated!

TAGS: @electronicwitchcollection (because you are the best Grimmjow author around) and @sashi-ya (because PEOPLE need to explore your account and dream on your Bleach works just like I do❤️)

[kiwicopia]

Key

🍑 = female reader

🍆 = male reader

🍓 = gender neutral reader

⚠️ = spoilers

🔅 = fluff

✳️ = angst

💠 = smut/suggestive

🩸 = blood & gore

🔪 = yandere

Thigh Riding (nsfw blurb) 🍑💠

Growin' on Me (drabble) 🍑🔅

Scary Cat Privileges (HCs) 🍓💠🔅

Turn That Frown Upside Down (drabble) 🍓✳️

♥️ No requests | Irregular posts | Likes & reblogs ♥️

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[brittscafe]

Kinktober Day 20

Kinktober Day 20: Love bites + overstimulation. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x female reader.

Grimmjow has an animalistic instinct buried deep inside of him. You are the one who makes the instinct come out and you low-key regret it.

Grimmjow's head has been buried in between your thighs, lapping and suck at your pussy for hours. Your sticky cum is dripping down your thighs, on the sheets, and on Grimmjow's puffy lips.

Your ankles are dangling over his shoulders and Grimmjow drags his teeth along your right inner thigh. The feeling of his teeth trailing down your flesh makes you tingle.

Your clit is throbbing and sore. Grimmjow presses his lips to your thigh and sucks on the skin. His teeth dig into your skin and you whimper, squeezing your thighs around his head.

You comb your fingers through his electric blue hair and tug on it. He groans against your flesh, sending vibrations down to your core. His warm tongue swirls over skin and he pulls away.

His sharp eyes meet yours for a moment before dipping his head down to your other thigh. Grimmjow presses soft, wet kisses along your thigh, going lower and lower.

Grimmjow's thick fingers slowly slide in between your folds and you gasp.

"You can take another one, right?" his tone is devious, whispering around your skin and you squirm against his grasp. His eyes glance up at you and you bob your head.

"Good girl," he smirks, nibbling along your inner thigh. His knuckles curl up against your sweet spot and you moan loudly. Every movement of Grimmjow's fingers bring you closer to your release.

It won't take much as you've already orgasmed twice by now. Your thighs are already start to shake and you grip onto Grimmjow, clutching.

Your walls clamp around his thick fingers and he chuckles against your skin, sucking on the flesh. Grimmjow pulls away from your inner thigh with a wet pop and his eyes glisten at the hickey he's left there.

In fact, there's multiple, all along your inner thigh. Some bite marks too where Grimmjow's sharp teeth were digging and tugging on your skin.

Grimmjow's fingers are coated in your cum, fucking it back into your wet pussy.

"A-agh. Grimmjow," you pant out, moaning slipping out of your mouth. He knows that you close and he wants nothing more than to help you get to your release.

He grins widely and swirls his tongue around your sensitive, sore clit. You buck your hips up into his face and cry out with pleasure. Cum flushes out from your walls and splashes the wet bedsheets.

Your warm liquid also shoots onto Grimmjow's fingers and his tongue that's been lapping at your core. Grimmjow's tongue runs over your folds and swallows the sweet juice that's leaking out of your pussy.

He gazes at the marks left on your inner thigh and a proud smile forms across his face.

Tags: @stygianoir @noyaistall

[itjazzbicch]

Breaking

Pairing:  Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Quiet!Arrancar!Fem Reader 

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

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

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

Word Count: 1.6k 

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

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

"Grimmjow just shut the hell up."

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

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

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

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

"Really, Grimmjow?"

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

"Need I remind you?"

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

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

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

"That's what I thought."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Break me!"

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

"What was that?"

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

"I asked you a damn question."

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

"Bre-; Break! Me!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Grimmjow!"

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, Grimmjow!"

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

"Well, you already made a damn mess."

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

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

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

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

[waterless-witch]

Of Knights and Demons

Chapter 9

TW: Dark themes, Violence, Forced Marriage and Swearing

This is my first ever fic so please be nice to me, I’ve also got it posted on A03 and Wattpad under the same name in case anybody would like to read it there.

Previous Chapter

Sleep doesn’t come easy, you’re freezing cold to the point of shivering lightly but eventually you do fall asleep. All you can dream about is Grimmjow, at first the dreams are a bit different than normal, you’re not immediately thrust into the act quite literally. Instead Grimmjow is pressed close in the same way that you were outside the manor before the two of you had left.

One of his legs is slotted between your own while he nips at your neck. You’re arching forward into him as one of his hands trails along your covered leg, you’re still fully clothed, which is different. Your hands come up and tangle into his bright hair which earns you a growl followed by a roll of his hips that has you moaning and wishing for something more.

The hand on your legs rises over your hip and slips under the fabric of your shirt. Grimmjow's hand is intoxicatingly warm and you gasp as your heartbeat flutters. He smirks and gives a small chuckle as he pulls his mouth from your neck. “Enjoying yourself?” He husks into your ear before biting at it.

You whine and nod your agreement enthusiastically as his hand finally comes in contact with your breast. He toys with the flesh for a second before he pinches your nipple between his fingers and begins teasing in earnest. He chuckles again as your head falls back and your eyes close, “Want me to fuck you princess?” Grimmjow rasps deeply against your skin.

You’re awake in an instant, you sit up as your eyes adjust to the dim morning light when Grimmjow speaks, “Well, aren’t you up early.” He teases as you jerk around to look at him and feel something slip from on top of you. Upon closer examination you notice that sometime throughout the night he must have laid his cloak over you, which brings heat to your face. For a moment you're worried about your dream, you’d made some kind of sound once before because of such a dream and you can’t help but be worried that you might have done so again.

After a moment of you not saying anything, Grimmjow's eyes narrow. “You alright?” He asks warily. You take a small breath, you need to answer before he gets more suspicious and realizes that something’s wrong but you’re still reeling a bit.

You swallow thickly and nod to him, his gaze doesn’t let up though. “I’m fine, just couldn’t sleep.” You offer shakily, he looks at you with a pinched brow like he doesn’t believe you. Trying to avoid further questions you pull yourself to your knees and offer him back his cloak. “Thank you.” You thank him kindly and offer him a small smile. He rolls his eyes like he's annoyed but takes his cloak from you and ties it back around himself.

“You wouldn’t stop shivering, I can’t take you back if you freeze.” He tells you, making you feel bad. You start to apologize but he stops you. “Don’t.” He simply tells you with a wave of his hand, there’s no indication of irritation but you still feel bad.

The two of you decide to leave shortly after you wake, you eat a quick meal before mounting the horse and leaving. Grimmjow spends the morning hunting more small game as the two of you ride. Only once he’s made his second kill do you speak, you asked if he was serious about learning to read and with a groan he agreed.

You spent the rest of the day's travels trying to teach him the alphabet and which sounds corresponded with which letters. At first he puts up an argument and asks why he can’t just memorize the words from your book. You argue back that it won’t help him in the long run if he can’t learn new words to which he just argues that you should teach him every word. You laugh at the idea which actually seems to fluster him which only makes you laugh more. After a bit more back and forth he finally agrees to learning your way.

The day passes far quicker than the previous few had and as you sit around the fire with him you tell him that tomorrow you’ll keep the book he’d stolen for you unpacked and start teaching him what the letters look like. Grimmjow doesn’t seem thrilled with the idea but agrees anyway which brings another small smile to your face.

“You’re a lot better since we’ve left.” Grimmjow observes, your eyes flick to him and he’s looking at you with his head cocked. Your brows knit in confusion and you hum at him in question. He sighs before continuing, “I don’t know, you’re just all happy…” He says with a shrug, “You’re laughing and smiling and just, different.” He finishes with a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes as if he’s annoyed you questioned him before looking away from you.

You don’t know what he means by different and you can’t tell if he means it in a negative manner or not. “I’m sorry?” You answer quietly in more of a question than a real response.

Grimmjow’s bright blue eyes snap back to yours, they look impossibly bright in the orange hues of the setting sun, “Don’t apologize- I didn’t mean it like that.” He says with a sigh. “It’s a good thing, you don’t seem as… Miserable.” He explains. He’s right you guess. You hadn’t been on the road long but between you leaving and Aizen's absence before you had left you felt more like yourself for the first time in a while. You still weren’t fully the person you’d been before everything had happened and you doubted you ever would be but you were happier than you’d been in a long while.

You shrug at him a bit, feeling embarrassed about him observing you, observing your behavior, you wondered if he actually liked you or if it annoyed him. Everything seemed too but he also didn’t seem as angry as he normally did and you wondered if he liked being away too, you hoped he did. “It just feels freeing… Being away.” You tell him and he nods his head in what you assume is understanding. You think again about how you’d never have made it without his help, how foolish you’d been to think you could do this alone. He hadn’t taken you up on your offer and if you were being truthful you didn’t know if he would. He certainly didn’t seem like he would, it had been days and he’d made no move to have you in his bed, he even slowed on the lewd comments.

“I know-” You start before cutting yourself off, you want to thank him again even though you know he doesn’t like it when you do so. “I know you don’t always like when I thank you.” You start, “But I really do mean it, you were right, I wouldn’t have made it.” He’s listening to you intently but he doesn’t say anything, just listens and watches you. “Someone would have found me and probably taken me back and I don’t think…” You pause looking for the right wording. “I don’t think I would have made it like that. With him.” You say letting him put together what you meant.

He nods his head slowly but doesn’t say anything. You don’t talk much the rest of the night besides when he tells you that you're not much further from the mountain and that if the weather held out you’d be there soon. The rest of the night follows the same path as the night before. Grimmjow sleeps far less than he should before waking and making you sleep and the following day is more or less the same as the previous.

Grimmjow spends the morning hunting and the rest of the day you spend finding the letters of the alphabet in your book and showing him while he sits behind you on the horse. He gets a few letters confused, not remembering well from the previous day but its progress all the same. Grimmjow informs you while setting up camp that you should be coming across a town sometime within the next day, he told you that the two of you would be spending another night at an inn. You’re extremely ready to be out of the woods and into a real building, with a real bed and hopefully some way to bathe.

When you finally fall asleep for the night you again dream of Grimmjow taking you, which is a bit maddening in its own right. You had no reason to be dreaming about him in such a way and it frustrated you to no end. Especially as you began remembering said dreams randomly throughout the day as you rode towards the town Grimmjow had mentioned. It made it hard to talk to him and brought a flush to your face every time it happened and made you hyper aware of how close the two of you were, of his arms on either side of you or his chest to your back.

Eventually the town became visible and pulled you from your thoughts. You slipped the book back into one of the bags and as you got closer Grimmjow leaned over you a bit. “Same rules as last time, stay close and don’t talk to anyone.” You nod in agreement even though you're well aware of the rules by now.

The town is much larger than the last one you’d been to, a number of shops lined the streets as well as people mulling about their daily lives. A few looked towards you but most just moved from out of the way of the horse. You make it to the inn after a few minutes and Grimmjow offers a hand to you and helps you down.

A few men linger by the entryway and their eyes fall to you as Grimmjow leads you closer. One cocks his head at you but none of them say anything as you slip past. Grimmjow holds the door for you while scowling at the men who all just laugh loudly, they seem drunk but you’re not certain. Grimmjow strides towards the counter and a few of the men from outside follow the two of you inside. You keep a bit closer to Grimmjow than you had at the previous inn, wary of the men as they begin talking with each other. You don’t fully catch what they say but you stiffen when you realize that they’re talking about you in hushed whispers.

Grimmjow starts talking with the man behind the counter about accommodations, he again asks for a room with two beds and one of the men behind you tsk’s his tongue. You look back at him briefly and he smirks at you before winking which gets laughter from the rest of the group. You turn away from him quickly as you flush which gets another loud laugh from the man, the man behind the counter tells Grimmjow that they’ve only got rooms with a double bed which does nothing but anger him.

Grimmjow growls out but slams the money on the counter regardless. The man gets him a key and he starts to pull you towards the door only to be stopped by the man that had winked at you. “How much?” He asks Grimmjow as he eyes you in a way that makes you feel gross. You can see the other men with him sizing you up, they looked at you like you were an object which had you fearful in a way you’ve never felt before. You take a small step towards Grimmjow which causes his eyes to flick to you for just a split second before his scowl returns to the man.

You moved stiffly and your eyes darted to Grimmjow, his jaw had locked and he had that feral look he’d had when that man had entered your room and tried to hurt you. “Go fuck yourself.” Grimmjow barks at him before grabbing you to pull you along with him.

His hand had just begun to push open the wooden door when the man spoke again. “You didn’t seem too keen on spending the night in bed with her, why not give her to someone who does? I bet she looks real good under all those clothes.” The man jokes before he continues, “Or,” the man starts, drawing the word out. “Me and my buddies here can just come and take her, I don’t think she’d mind too much, we’d be real nice. We’ll even promise to be gentle if that’s how she likes it.” He threatens as his eyes settle on Grimmjow and a few of the men behind him chuckle.

You can’t help but shrink into yourself slightly at the threat as you take another micro step towards Grimmjow, you can’t look away from the man, too afraid that if you took your eyes off him that something would happen. There’s a loud sound of wood splintering and your eyes dart in the direction of the sound only to see Grimmjow’s claws embedded into the wood of the door. They’re far more menacing than any other time you’d seen them, unlike any other time you’d seen them there’s anger behind their presence, it’s not just to show them off it’s a threat of his own. The man who had been speaking must also think them threatening as well, his fear is clearly evident on his face as his eyes dart between Grimmjow’s eyes and his blackened hand. “You’re welcome to try,” Grimmjow growls, predatory and angry sounding. “But I can guarantee you won’t lay a hand on her.” He finishes as he rips his claws from the wood roughly, tearing splinters of wood from the door loudly.

Grimmjow doesn’t give any of them a chance to respond, instead he pulls you out and to the room you’ll be staying in without a word. He has you stay in the room as he brings in your supplies and you can’t help but watch the door. You know that those men would have to be idiotic to try anything after Grimmjow’s warning but you were still fearful. When he makes his final trip he walks to you, bringing the bow and arrows to you before placing them in your hands harshly.

Your eyebrows knit and you look at him in confusion, “Where-” You start to ask in question before he cuts you off.

“Stay here.” He tells you firmly. “I’m going to make sure they stay away.” He informs you, sounding dark and almost frightening before turning to leave.

Your eyes widen a bit, you hadn’t expected him to leave you alone so quickly and his words have you feeling uneasy. “You’re not going to kill them, are you?” You ask with concern laced in your voice. While the men had been scary and intimidating you didn’t want any more people to die for you, the men he’d gone back to kill along with the man that had assaulted you felt like more than enough blood on your hands.

Grimmjow sighs deeply, he doesn’t turn to face you, instead he continues to look ahead and for a moment you think he’ll tell you that he will. But he doesn’t, “No, I won’t kill them, I won’t be gone long, thirty minutes maximum.” He answers, sounding aggravated at you for insisting but still he agrees. He doesn’t say anything else and you don’t stop him again as he leaves.

You look down at the bow and quiver in your hands, had he intended for you to use it? Did he think something would happen while he was gone? You desperately wanted for him to come back, you didn’t like the thought of being alone with those men lurking somewhere. What if they’d seen him leave? What if they were waiting outside now? You clutch the bow tighter in your hands as you look around the room.

The room is large, or at least larger than the last inn that you’d stayed in. Like the man had said there’s only a single full bed in the center of the room, there was a small window beside the bed as well as a desk across the room. There was also a door that led into a bathroom, it was far less run down than the previous one and even had a small tub. None of that was your concern though, you couldn’t take your mind off the single bed. Suddenly every inappropriate dream you’d ever had came to the forefront of your mind and every lewd comment Grimmjow had ever made flashed through your head as if you could hear them aloud again.

Grimmjow hadn’t touched you thus far and you highly doubted that he would. When you’d first left you thought that he’d only agreed to bring you to your father because you had offered to sleep with him, but clearly you’d been mistaken. A part of you felt almost hurt and rejected by the realization and you couldn’t explain it. You knew realistically that you shouldn’t be, that all things considered it was a good thing but you couldn’t stop yourself, you knew if he tried you’d be embarrassed but you didn’t know if you’d actually try to stop him. Do you even want him to touch you? You think about it for a long minute and think that yes, a part of you definitely does, between the dreams and how well you’ve been getting along you know that at least some part of you did but how much of you did that part account for?

That thought is enough to finally get you to move, you force yourself to stop thinking like that and instead rest the bow and quiver on the desk and make your way to the bathroom. You make your way to the small bathtub before turning on the water, you run the water as hot as it will go, which isn’t very hot but it's better than nothing. You plug the drain and as the tub fills you strip from your oversized clothes before placing them over the sink.

The warm water feels amazing on your skin, much better than the last time you’d bathed with the cold water and bucket. You stayed there for a few minutes just enjoying the heat of the bath before washing quickly and getting out, Grimmjow had promised he wouldn’t be gone long and you wanted to see him when he got back. You dried off and went to your clothes to redress.

You put your baggy clothes back on and you're in the process of finger combing your hair when you hear Grimmjow return. His steps slow, assumingly when he doesn’t see you and he calls out your name with more worry in his voice than you thought he would. “One second!” You answer back quickly as you quickly finish with your hair. When you exit the bathroom you find Grimmjow standing in the middle of the room waiting for you. He stares at you for a moment making you falter in your movements, “Yes?” You ask, feeling nervous under his gaze.

“You should have stayed in here with the bow.” He tells you matter of factly. You huff a small laugh, you weren’t good at shooting and he wasn’t far, why did it matter? “I’m serious.” Grimmjow says as his eyes narrow a fraction.

“I didn’t think it was all that serious,” You tell him honestly. “You said you wouldn’t be gone long and that you were going to track down those men, I didn’t think it was necessary. Besides, I have terrible aim, I didn’t think it would do any good or that it would matter.” You finish with a shrug as you walk past him.

He doesn’t let you get too far though, his hand shoots out and wraps around your upper arm as you walk past him. Quickly he spins you around, making you gasp as his other hand grabs your other arm. He hadn’t manhandled you like this in a long time and it shocked you as you looked up at him with concern and confusion. “You’re a far way from home princess.” He growls, “If you think that man was the only one around here who would hurt you then you're dead wrong.”

He stares at you for a second before continuing, “I told you we were in a dangerous area and I meant it.” Grimmjow states, his eyes never leave your own and his hands are still holding your upper arms tightly, not enough to hurt but enough to be uncomfortable and keep you in place.

You nod your head in understanding, “Okay,” You breathed out before continuing, “I understand, I’ll stay close to it next time, I’m sorry.” Grimmjow stares at you for just a moment longer before releasing you with a sigh.

You wait for him to say something else but he doesn’t, instead he throws himself on the bed, resting his hands above his head lazily. You wondered if he’d managed to find those men and if he had what he’d done. He had promised he wasn’t going to kill them and you hoped he hadn’t, the more you thought about it the more you wondered so you just decided to ask. “Did you find them?” You asked as you sat in the chair by the desk.

”Worried I killed them?” He asks while keeping his eyes closed. He still sounded argivated but not nearly as much as he had. You wondered briefly how much of his aggravation and anger was a front and how much was real, you were getting better at telling the two apart but you still couldn’t always be certain.

“Not necessarily,” You answered, even if it was a bit untrue. “I was just curious, but you don’t have to tell me if it went bad or they were more than you could handle or something.” You finished with a shrug and a mocking tone as you tried not to laugh, you watched his eyebrows knit together which didn’t help keep your laughter at bay.

Grimmjow sat up and looked at you with a scowl as he registered your words. “You don’t actually think I’d lose weak scum like that do you?” He asked in irritation.

You gave a small laugh before shrugging at him, “How should I know if you don’t tell me.” You answer back lightly, “Besides, you keep reminding me that I know so little about where we’re at, how should I know what’s out there and what the people are like? I always thought you were stronger than any of us but maybe I’m wrong.” You finish with a laugh.

Grimmjow just shakes his head and sighs, “You think you're funny,” he says sounding exasperated which just earns another small laugh and shrug from you. “No, I didn’t kill them.” He finally answers. “They made themselves scarce and I didn’t bother looking for too long, they won't come back, and if they do, I’ll handle it.” He answers sounding exasperated. “And for your information princess, I am stronger than any of you. I’m the strongest person you’ll ever meet.” He sounds arrogant but when you look at him it seems like he’s pouting which makes you laugh, hard.

His brows knit further as you try to make yourself stop laughing, “Sure you are.” You answer back, still smiling. You knew what he was saying was true, but the fact that he seemed to be pouting was what had you laughing so hard and you tried to explain that to him but you couldn't seem to stop giggling enough to get it all out.

Grimmjow just rolls his eyes at you before flopping back down on the bed, “Yeah, yeah, real cute or whatever.” He doesn’t look at you as he says it, instead tucking his hands behind his head.

“You think I’m cute? Or what I said?” You tease him again, making him sigh dramatically. You knew you should stop but you're having fun and even though he’s being dramatic he clearly doesn’t mean it, you liked how easy it was becoming to joke and tease him. If you would have told yourself a month ago that you felt that way you wouldn’t have believed it but here you were.

“I think you're annoying.” He answers back with a snort and an uncaring tone while still not looking at you.

With a roll of your eyes you rise from the chair in search of your book, content to let the conversation drop. Grimmjow cracks a single bright blue eye open to watch you but doesn’t say anything as you locate your book than resume sitting at the small desk. You flip through the pages until you come across where you had stopped the last time. You only get a few pages read before Grimmjow rises from the bed drawing your attention, “I’m gonna go bathe, stay here and yell if something happens.” He tells you as he walks off.

You just hum in response and focus back on your book. You spend the moments of silence reading, you're close to finishing the book and think idly about teaching Grimmjow more once he’s finished, not seeing much else to do for the evening. A few minutes after you have the thought Grimmjow emerges, you turn to ask if he’d like to continue learning to read but don’t get words out.

Immediately your face flushes, he’s not looking at you when he enters back into the shared space but you can’t take your eyes off him. He’s not wearing a shirt, instead he’s carrying it in his hand and his pants hang low on his waist. You’d never seen it before but a huge scar stretched across his chest, it was fully healed but looked like it had been unbearably painful. You’d heard of battle scars but the fact that he’d been able to survive such a deep looking, large wound like that was impressive.

You know you shouldn’t stare, that it was rude but you couldn’t stop yourself. Beneath his scar there’s well defined muscles and while you’d obviously known Grimmjow had to have strong muscles you’d never actually seen them. If asked you could blame the staring on the scar but you know that’s not the whole truth of it, not that you’d ever admit that though. His pace slows until he completely stops moving all together and your eyes shoot to meet his own only to find him smirking at you, “Enjoying the view?” He asks, causing more heat to grace your already flushed face which just makes him laugh. “Ya know, we could do a lot more than just stare at each other if you wanted, there’s not much else to do and it would definitely pass the time.” He jokes as his smirk becomes almost predatory.

In turn you just roll your eyes even though you're extremely embarrassed at being caught staring you try to act like his words didn’t affect you. Grimmjow just huffs another small laugh before continuing what he’d been doing. You keep thinking about the scar, it was huge and you couldn’t help but wonder how he’d gotten it. You wondered if he’d tell you if you asked, it wasn’t uncommon for him to just outright refuse to answer questions he didn’t like so after a moment you decided to just ask. “How’d it happen? The scar?” You question still not looking at him, instead picking at your hands.

When he doesn’t immediately answer you look up at him only to find him again staring at you except this time there’s no smirking and for just a second you think you’ve upset him. “A fight.” He answers back with a shrug and a sarcastic tone.

You huff as you lean further into the chair, “Obviously.” You quip back in an equally sarcastic tone.

He sighs deeply before speaking, “It’s not that great of a story.” He starts to explain as he runs his hand through his still wet hair. “I got in a fight with someone, he got a good hit in and that was pretty much the end of it.” He explains, “I doubt you’d want all the bloody details of it.” He finishes.

You can’t imagine someone getting the upper hand on Grimmjow like that or how he seemed so casual about it. You can’t help but wonder what had happened to the person who’d been able to injure him, had he killed him? Who was he? How long ago had it been? Again you decide to just ask, “Did you kill him?” You ask as your eyes flick to his scar one last time before again meeting his eyes.

“No, I didn’t kill him.” He answers, sounding a bit angry at the fact, “Tousen showed up and pulled me away before I could.” He explains.

”Why?” You’re asking before you can stop yourself. It hadn’t seemed like anyone had cared all that much when they’d torn through your home to kill and hurt people initially, so why had Tousen stopped Grimmjow from killing this one specific man.

Grimmjow takes a moment before answering to slip his shirt back over his head, “I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, like I said, not really a great story.” He says with another shrug. “Now, are you gonna teach me to read or do you have more irrelevant questions?” He asks, clearly trying to change the subject. You agreed and moved over to the bed and sat beside him before picking up where you’d left off.

As you sit beside Grimmjow you become hyper aware of how close the two of you are. You’re normally close when you're teaching him but not like this, normally you're doing so while traveling and there’s not really any space to put between the two of you. But now there is space to put between you and still you find yourself close to him, close enough that your legs almost touch and every time you skim a page to find an example for him he leans in a hair closer. You can’t help but think about the sleeping arrangements for the night, the bed is large enough that you could both sleep comfortably without touching each other but it still concerns you a bit.

You tried not to focus on it too heavily, instead trying to keep up with assisting Grimmjow but as time went on and the sun set you began getting tired which only made your mind drift back to the topic more often. No matter how hard you try your mind keeps wandering back to all the dreams you’d had and all the comments Grimmjow had made, he’d slowed down on them but he’d never fully stopped. You thought about his scars and his mask and how it’d feel to run your fingers over them. You thought about what he’d said earlier and wondered if he actually meant it, you didn’t think he did, at least not fully. When you’d left you’d basically given him full reign to do what he wanted but he still hadn’t made any move to do so. Maybe he didn’t view you like that or maybe he found it more fun to fluster you about the idea rather than doing so but ultimately it didn’t matter.

You’re pulled back to reality by Grimmjow calling your name and your eyes dart to him, he’s looking at you with a narrowed almost concerned expression, “You alright?” He asked warily.

You don’t know how long he had spent trying to get your attention and can’t help but feel a bit anxious under his gaze, “I’m alright,” You answer and you can tell that he doesn’t believe you fully, “I’m just tired, sorry.” You half lie, you don’t want to tell him about your nervousness figuring he’ll just make fun of you for it.

Grimmjow sighs and you can’t tell if he fully believes you but he does pull back a few inches, “Stop apologizing all the time, it’s fine. Go to bed if you’re tired.” He tells you with a lazy wave of his hand dismissing you. For just a brief second your eyes dart to the head of the bed before locking with his own eyes again, you're unsure and nervous but slowly, you move towards the other side of the mattress. “Nervous?” Grimmjow asks.

When you turn to face him you expect him to be smirking at you, ready to make a lewd comment of some kind but he’s not. Instead he’s looking at you with a cocked head and calculating expression, like he was trying to figure you out. You swallow nervously before trying to answer, “I- uh, yes?” You all but ask, not quite sure how to respond or act as your eyes drift down to your hands.

Grimmjow huffs a small sigh and stays silent for just a moment, “I’m not him.” Grimmjow tells you pointedly, causing your eyes to flick back to him and widen at the accusation.

Instantly guilt wracks through you, you know he’s not Aizen. Besides the lewd comments he’d occasionally been making Grimmjow had made no move to force you into anything even though you’d told him he could. “I know you're not. I don’t think you’re anything like him, it’s just…” You begin trying to explain but can’t. You don’t know why you’re so nervous, you’d been sleeping in close proximity to Grimmjow for a while now and you knew he wasn’t going to hurt you so why were you so on edge?

You tapered off, not knowing how to explain yourself. “I’ll take the floor.” He decides, after a moment of silence he rises to stretch.

“No!” You instantly gasp, you felt bad enough as it was, you wouldn’t cause him any more uncomfortability than necessary. “I’m fine, I promise! It’s nothing really, we’ve been sleeping close together for a while anyways right?” You try to sound confident in your words even if you’re not.

Grimmjow stands completely still for what feels like eternity but in reality is only a few moments before sighing and grumbling something about you needing to make up your mind.

~~~

No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t sleep, your mind simply would not quiet down enough even though your eyelids were heavy and you longed to be asleep already. You weren’t facing Grimmjow or anywhere near him, there was plenty of space between the two of you but you felt all but suffocated by his presence. Everytime he so much as shifted your breath caught, waiting to see if he’d move further. It was maddening and you still couldn’t figure out why you were so nervous, he wasn’t going to hurt you, he hadn’t forced himself on you and it had been hours since the two of you had crawled into bed.

“You awake, princess?” Grimmjow asks suddenly, startling you. You thought he’d been asleep but apparently you were wrong, you shifted from your side to your back in order to face him, not that you can see anything in the dark room.

“Yes.” You answer back in a whisper even though it's just the two of you. Your heart hammers against your chest and you try to will it to stop unsuccessfully.

Grimmjow hums in response as he moves to lay on his back as well. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, just laying together in silence before he breaks it again. “You asked me what I would do when this was all over but you never told me what you would do.” He observes, he seemed to be doing that a lot as of late and you couldn’t quite figure out how you felt about it. Maybe he’d always done it and was now just being more vocal about it.

“I’m not sure,” You answer back honestly. “I’ve been so focused on just getting there and seeing my father that I haven’t really thought of the long term.” You confess feeling a bit idiotic for not thinking ahead.

There’s more silence between the two of you and you want to ask why he wants to know but for some reason you can’t bring yourself too. A small part of you whispers that maybe if you answer the way he wanted that maybe he’d stay but the larger part of you knows how unlikely that is or why you’d even really want him too. “Will you marry?” He asks seemingly out of nowhere.

”I’m already married.” You remind him with more bite than intended. It’s not as if it's his fault, again it was something you hadn’t thought about, if you’d ever marry again.

Grimmjow huffs a small sigh, “Nah, it doesn’t count.” He says making your brow knit in confusion before he goes on, “Assuming he doesn’t die in whatever comes of this your father would never allow him anywhere near you. It’s done.” He elaborates.

You think through your answer for a while, you don’t honestly know if you would, you don’t think you would if it were up to you or if anyone would even have you after Aizen. While it was not uncommon for women to remarry after their husbands had passed, your situation was vastly different from any of theirs. Besides there was more than just yourself to think about, you had your entire house to think about as well. While your father had left you free to choose your own match and you hadn’t been too urgent in your searching you were still well aware that the expectation was always there. “I’d prefer not to,” You start telling him, “But I would if necessary.”

Grimmjow doesn’t say anything for a long time, enough so that you think he might be done talking to you all together. You wonder again why he wanted to know, he’d made it very clear that he wasn’t going to stick around for long once you were reunited with your father. “You shouldn’t have to do that. Tell em’ to go fuck themselves and do something you want to do.” Grimmjow speaks with a hint of anger in his voice.

You give a small chuckle in response, you wouldn’t do that. “Maybe not, but I would. Marriage has always been an expectation, it’s not like it’d be a surprise.” You explain.

He shifts again and even though you can’t see him you know that he’s facing you. Again, you find yourself wondering if he has better eyesight than you did, you couldn’t see much of anything with how dark it was, not even moonlight shone into the room with the night sky being overcast. “I don’t have to take you back. I could take you somewhere else. Somewhere where you wouldn’t have to do anything like that. I could take you to see all those stupid places you read about.” He offers almost casually, like it wasn’t a life changing decision that he was offering.

Your breath catches and you don’t know what to say. Where would he take you if you accepted? Why would he offer something like that? A thousand questions run through your head but ultimately you know you can’t accept. You want to see your father again and you can’t just disappear leaving those you love to wonder about you for the rest of your life. “I- I can’t.” You stutter out, “My father, Momo, Lista, I can’t just leave them to wonder about me forever, it’d be cruel.” You explain as best you can.

Grimmjow hums like he understands but you can’t help but wonder if he actually does. He huffs at you to go to sleep before rolling over again. You lie there for a while longer replaying everything that has been said. It takes a long while for you to fall asleep but eventually you slip into a dreamless sleep.

~~~

The first thing you noticed upon waking is how warm you are. Compared to the cold weather you’d been sleeping in you felt heavenly, even when compared to the last inn you’d stayed at you were extremely warm and comfortable. The second thing you noticed is the weight flung over you. Instantly your eyes shoot down only to find that at some point during the night Grimmjow had thrown his arm around you, pulling your back to his chest and kept his arm looped around you just below your breasts.

You can’t help but tense within his hold as your entire body flushes with the realization of how close the two of you were, at how intimate the position the two of you held was. You try to turn your head to see if he’s awake but can’t move enough in his iron-like grip. He doesn’t seem like he’s awake, his breath is shallow and even and he hasn’t moved since you’d awoken. You know you need to pull away before he wakes up, not wanting to deal with the embarrassment of him finding the two of you like this. You know that it’ll be nothing but inappropriate comments that you won't know how to respond to.

You start trying to move away from him as best you can while also trying to move slow and quiet enough that he doesn’t wake. His arm feels like a lead weight and you only make it a few inches before his grip on you tightens and he pulls you back against him more firmly than you had been before you’d begun moving. You let out a small yelp at the sudden and quick movement, you hadn’t been expecting him to move and you certainly hadn’t expected to be pulled closer.

Grimmjow huffs a deep sigh and you can feel his warm breath against the skin of your ear making you shiver lightly as goosebumps rise on your skin. You wait for him to move further or say something or anything but nothing happens. You wait a minute longer but still, nothing. You think he might have fallen back asleep or perhaps he’d never fully woken up so you decide to start trying to move again.

This time you don’t even manage to put any distance between you before he tightens his hold on you, “Stop moving like that princess.” Grimmjow rasps against your ear. His voice was laced thick with sleep and had dropped significantly leaving you feeling conflicted and strange.

His hand rises just a bit higher and you can’t help the deep breath you take in as you go ridgid, his hand had already been close to your breasts and now rested just below them. You thought that he might be finally moving to touch you but his hand comes to a stop. “Grimmjow,” you breath out, sounding shaky and nervous. Your chest felt tight but not in any way you had felt before, you were nervous but not scared, intimidated but not frightened. “I was trying to-” You start to explain before getting cut off.

“I’m aware of what you were trying to do.” He says before bringing his lips closer to your ear, “But moving like that against a man isn’t a good idea, unless you’d like to be fucked.” He rasps against you, so close that his skin brushes against yours. “Which can definitely be arranged if you’d prefer.” You swallow thickly as a shiver travels through you, instantly his hand unravels itself from around you quickly to grab onto your hip, pinning you in place and making you gasp at the sudden movement. “I have half a mind to make you deal with the repercussions of all your squirming.” He huffs out deeply against you, leaving you to hold your breath as you wait to see if he means what he says or not.

You don’t have long to think about whether you want him to continue or not before he releases you fully. You all but scurry away as he sits up and stretches with a yawn. When you turn to face him he’s smirking at your reddened face which only makes you scowl at him. He lets out a barking laugh at your reaction, “Don’t look at me all angry princess, you were on my side of the bed.” He points out teasingly, making you roll your eyes.

He was right, somehow the two of you had been on the side he’d claimed but that meant little. He’d pulled you against him easily when you’d tried to escape, who's to say that’s not how you’d gotten there in the first place. “Maybe you pulled me over there.” You huff out pointedly which just earns you another laugh.

“Maybe.” He answers with an uncaring shrug and a smirk. You roll your eyes and huff before turning and walking into the bathroom to get a moment away from him. Once inside you let your head fall back against the door as you focus on breathing. Grimmjow had you completely flustered and out of breath but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that more than he already did, not wanting to fan his ego more than necessary.

You can hear him begin to move around the room but make no move to rejoin him, not wanting to deal with any of his quips or remarks for a few moments. “I’m going out before we leave, you know the drill, stay here and don’t let anyone in.” He yells. Once you let him know that you’d heard him he leaves, letting the door loudly close behind him. You’re thankful for the small bit of time alone, you wash your face with cold water before walking back into the bedroom.

You remember Grimmjow's warning from the previous day about staying near the bow and quiver of arrows even though you don’t think it’ll do much good or that anything’s going to happen. The bow rests against the small bedside table and you glance at it briefly as you make your way to the desk to read. You want nothing more than to move on as far away from this room and the shared bed as quickly as possible. Everytime you so much as glance towards the bed your mind whirls with hypotheticals of what could have happened.

You sit with your stolen book not fully focusing on the words you're reading. Instead you're thinking about Grimmjow's arm around you and how he’d spoken to you. You hadn’t moved to stop him and you can’t help but wonder what would have happened if he’d been serious, would you have actually let him do what he’d wanted? You wished you could stop thinking about him in such ways all the time but as each day passed it seemed harder and harder and it drove you insane.

You’re brought back to reality by the door opening, you’d have preferred more time without Grimmjow to think but you were also more than ready to leave. “That was fast, are we…” Your words died on your tongue as you spun around. A man stood in your doorway with his head cocked at you and a light, smug smile played on his face.

“Well, this certainly makes it easy doesn’t it? I expected to find Grimmjow here with you but I guess not.” The man speaks mirthfully, clearly excited at the prospect of finding you unguarded. The man has a bone mask on the side of his head that rises in two points with teeth pointed downwards. He’s got longer black hair that hangs to the back of his neck and three pink diamond tattoos sit above his eye. He’s not particularly tall or strong looking but the bone mask makes it clear what he is and what he’s capable of. “Though it does make sense, he’s never been the most loyal dog unfortunately.” He sneers with his head still cocked as he makes his way further into the room before shutting the door rather gently when compared what you’d expected, you expected for him to slam it, to intimidate you perhaps, but he doesn’t.

Your eyes stay glued to the bone mask as he moves and your mind reels with possible solutions. You know you need to get away from the man before you, get to the street, find Grimmjow. You have to do something other than staying in this room and waiting for whatever the man has planned. To do any of that though you first need to make it past him but he kept himself intentionally planted between you and the door. Your eyes dart towards the bow and quiver of arrows for just a second before he manages to piece together what you’d loosely planned, “Don’t.” He warns.

The warning barely registers with you before you’re moving, you're closer to the weapon than he is to you. You just have to reach it and turn on him before he can make it to you. You’re moving faster than you ever had before, you didn’t want to go back, you wouldn’t be dragged back, not now, not when you’d made it this far. Your hand wrapped around the bow as you pulled a single arrow from the quiver, you spun to face the man only for him to grab hold of the bow and pull.

You hadn’t expected him to be as close as he was and as a result the bow comes loose from your hand quickly, only for the man to throw it behind him, leaving it out of reach. You lash out with the arrow aiming to stab at him with the pointed edge but he’s much faster than he would appear. He’s got your wrist in his hand and twists to the point of pain, making you yelp and drop the arrow. Once you’re fully unarmed he twists your arm against your back and spins you before fisting the other hand into your hair and pulling, forcing your head back. “You’re putting up much more of a fight than I would have thought, though if I were you I’d get it out of your system quick, I doubt your husband will take kindly to it.” He tells you in a mocking tone. ”Now you can walk out of here with me or I can-” The man had begun to speak before the door flung open.

Grimmjow made his way into the room absolutely seething with rage, he’s not looking at you, instead his eyes bore into the other man's own eyes. Grimmjow keeps his eyes trained on the man as he takes a slow step into the room, the coldness in his gaze and the slow movement remind you of a predator stalking its prey. You’d never seen his eyes quite like they were now. The coldness in them ran far deeper than they had even that day in your room, gone was any light or smug remarks. You hadn’t been scared of him in a long time but it was clear why people were. “Luppi.” Grimmjow snarled what you assumed was the man's name.

The hand fisted in your hair lightens its hold slightly, “Grimmjow,” The man, Luppi, snears. “I was just telling the little lady that she bet on the wrong dog.” Grimmjow breathes out a deep breath while his hand falls to the sword at his waist, fingers tightening around the hilt in a clear threat which causes Luppi to let out a laugh. “Unless you plan to cut through her, I’d keep it put away.” For the first time since he’d entered the room Grimmjow’s eyes fall on you, it’s only for a split second before they dart back to Luppi. You know you need to move, somehow you need to move far enough so that Grimmjow won’t hit you if he swings on him.

Luppi laughs again, “I can’t believe it,” he starts as his laughter dies off, “The whole trek up here, I didn’t believe those rumors.” He gives a disbelieving laugh and his hand fisted in your hair loosens further. You have no idea what he’s talking about but Grimmjow seems to, his eyes narrow as Luppi continues. “But they’re right aren’t they?” His body shakes with more laughter and you realize you're able to move your head around completely freely. “Never thought I’d live to see the day that Nnoitra was right about-” You don’t give him the chance to finish, instead you slam the back of your head into his face as hard as you can.

It hurts far more than you expected it too but clearly it hurts Luppi a lot more, he yells as he doubles over as his fingers come completely loose from your hair and you use the opportunity to spin back around and try to pull away while taking a step back. You’re not fully able to pull away and he growls as he again tries to pull you back into place but you dig in your heels. Luppi’s grip on your wrist turns painful and you're briefly afraid that he’ll pull your arm from its socket.

Within a blink of an eye Grimmjow's sword is embedded in Luppis chest. You can hear the crunch of his ribs as Grimmjow’s sword tears through him deep enough that the guard is pressed flat against his chest and he finally releases his hold on your wrist. You stumble back a few short steps before Luppi makes a gurgling sound and his widened eyes snap up to meet Grimmjow’s own uncaring eyes. Grimmjow’s ice cold eyes bore into him for several seconds before he violently rips the blade out of him.

Luppi stumbles to the floor before fully collapsing with heavy, wheezing breaths. Grimmjow whirls around to face you and you look at him still shocked. He steps towards you, slowly and carefully, he raises his hand slowly, letting it hover for a moment before placing it on your upper arm. “We need to leave right now, are you hurt?” He asks with clear concern written on his face as his thumb slowly strokes up your arm in a reassuring manner.

You shake your head in denial, “No, I’m alri-” You start to say before Luppi makes a final croaking noise, cutting you off. Instantly your eyes flick towards where he lay, you can’t see much of him, only his legs and the pool of blood slowly speaking across the floor. You can’t help but take in a shaky breath and stiffen as you realize that yet another person has died because of you.

Grimmjow’s hand rises to your face and pushes lightly to make you face him again, “Don’t,” He says with a shake of his head. “Don’t look at him.” He tells you before stepping to place himself between you and Luppi’s body, fully blocking your view. He starts moving you back towards the door, only pausing to reach for your cloak before wrapping it around your shoulders and tying it quickly for you. “Go wait by the horse, I’ll take care of things here and be out in a minute.” He commands you before spinning you around and pushing you out before waiting for you to answer.

You step out into the winter air and make your way towards the horse. You know it’s cold but you can’t even feel it as you come to a stop before the horse. You place your hand on the animal gently but all you can think about is the sound of Luppi dying. The sound of him choking on his blood, his ribs breaking, his labored breaths and his last gurgle. They all play through your head nonstop.

It takes only a few short minutes before Grimmjow joins you. He ties off the supplies before he comes to a stop in front of you, when you look up at him his eyes dart around your face for a second before they settle back on your own eyes. Wordlessly he takes your hand and helps you up onto the horse before taking his place behind you.

“You two leaving?” A voice sounds from behind you, instantly you go rigid and whip your head in the direction of the voice, fearful that it’s someone else trying to hunt you for Aizen. The man from the inn’s front desk stands before you. Grimmjow just grunts in confirmation, clearly trying to avoid speaking to the man. “You sure, there’s a storm brewing up north, looks like a big one, I’ll give ya the room back for half the price.” The man offers. Grimmjow just shakes his head and moves to continue but the man speaks again. “Look, I can’t in good conscience let you take that girl out there, I’d want someone to look out for my daughter if it were me. Take the room free of charge. Nothing good comes from a storm like that.” The man tries to argue.

You know he’s just being kind but you wish the man would shut up and leave. “We’re fine.” Grimmjow barks out clearly feeling the same before breezing past the man. You want nothing more to be out of this town, away from Luppi’s corpse and anyone else who’d come with him.

[my0vershareworld]

𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 (𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪)

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x G/N human reader (Sibling)

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons, Family, Modern au (because I don't get how can hollows have a sibling when they're dead and don't remember their life as a human)

CW: None

Requested by anon: hi! can you please do headcannons for grimmjow with a younger sibling? :)

A/N: HEHEHEHEHE FIRST GRIMM FIC???? yes

he always yell and scold at his younger sibling whenever they did some stupid shit.

he gets in a lot of fights so you always have to bandage him up and help him with his wounds. he always say is because of that Kurosaki boy. he always say he have to win him one day.

he is also can sometimes be rude and quite disrespectful to you.

he always say whatever on his mind and what he thinks of you. he's a brutally honest man.

he mostly calls you annoying and stuff though.

if you came home and got hurt he will just say you're too weak but later on ask who hurt you this badly. he will surely teach you how to fight the person back and win.

and he will be very proud of himself (and you) if you came home with victory

he will be quite proud of you if you did some good stuff and maybe get home with a trophy or a reward. he might act like he don't care

he would say stuff like 'you want a fucking cookie for something like that or what?' but later on he will pat you as a proud older brother

he love you he honestly do, he always and will forever look out for you without you knowing (or maybe you know)

if you even give him a gift he will goes

'fuck is this? this looks stupid' but will still accept the gift and put it somewhere in his room.

[randomveyn]

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⁞ 𝐰.𝐜. ⁞ 1.2k

⁞ 𝐜.𝐰. ⁞ sub!grimmjow (but he's still resisting), dom!reader, femdom, mean dom, swearing, implied cockwarming, smut, creampie, pet names (kitty, good boy, baby boy), love-hate relationships

⁞ 𝐚.𝐧. ⁞ happy bday grimmjow bb i can't wait to see u again in oct <3

“c’mon kitty,” you peered down on the sexta, sitting comfortably on him, his cock buried deep inside you. “you can do better than this,” with the massive amount of reiatsu placed on him, grimmjow finds himself struggling to move an inch underneath you.

“i'm gonna…fucking kill you…” he heaved between phrases, nose flared in anger, throwing the same empty threat like he'll bite. it's funny that he thinks he could still intimidate you in his given position.

you grind into him a few times, watch him writhe at the faintest friction he'd been craving for before swiftly coming to a stop. “fuck,” he groaned with flushed cheeks, sweats travel down all over his exposed chest as he trembled in agony.

but grimmjow refuses to back down. gripping your sides harder, he snarled with his sharpened fangs, exuding his primal dominance over you. no, what's more important is he wants to fuck you, pound himself into you nonstop.

he's tired of you riding on his aching cock for hours, feeling your walls clenching on him but not enough to stimulate his release. and what's with that condescending smile, agh? looking down on him like he's the damn prey now. he hates this. he hates you. his claws are itching to wipe that face out of you.

“what's with that look?” leaning backwards, you rolled your hips further to weigh down some pressure on his balls. “fuc－ahh hah,” he screamed, feeling his groin burning up like crazy, hips jolting upward and toes curling at the immense pleasure that he couldn't handle. who would've thought the great panther king is weak at such a cute, delicate spot.

hehe, he's giving in. he couldn't take any more teasing from you.

“let me…let me cum,” he braced himself to say it, and you know this is probably the best he could do. for now, that is. those pretty blue eyes wouldn't, or rather too ashamed to meet yours. his breathing getting heavier every second beneath you, drools threatening to slip off the edge of his lips.

such a cute little kitty <3

“but where's your please, hmm?” you shoved down hard this time. his knees hopelessly gave in, crashed his weight on the soft sheets with arched back and eyes rolled to the back of his skull. fuck, he can even feel himself choking.

“guess you're still not trained enough, huh?” with that said, you pulled away nonchalantly, exposing his throbbing cock to the cold air. he hissed at the sudden chills coursing through his lower body, had him uncontrollably jerking himself upward into nothing. just how silly of him, to think that if he tried hard enough, it would actually reach something.

eyebrows raised in amusement, you urge him to talk, silently corner him to start begging properly and readily submit himself to you.

“p－please,” grimmjow couldn't so much as drag those words out without gritting his teeth, hands covering the top half of his flustered face. “let me fucking cum…please…” though there's still some resistance lingering, he could already feel his confident self crumbling. he hates this. he hates feeling weak, being overpowered. he hates you, yet he needs you.

you ran your digits over his now slick and wet hair, messy baby blue strands fallen over his handsome features. you toppled over him with your knees on each of his side, settling him in between you and brushed your folds oh-so-lightly against his swollen tip.

“you wanna cum?” your question immediately has his full attention, dilated blue eyes flickered up to you, brimming with desperation. “if you want something, you gotta work for it, kitty.” flashing him a loving smile, you lifted your reiatsu, removing the pressure that had been suppressing his movement.

grimmjow sits up right away, hands are quick to grab your ass and tug you close. he didn't notice at first, but now he sees it. his precum splatter all over your slit, viscous white fluid trickling down your entrance, making it all seem so easy for him to dive right back in.

but he hesitated to make the first move now. he cast you a look, as if he’s obediently waiting for your permission, like a well-trained little pet. he’s so adorable now. <3

stifling a giggle, you let yourself sink into him, running his full length down to the base, granting him a well- deserved push at the end. he purred in relief, those pent up tension built under his nerves escaping at light speed.

but fuck, he let that slip. you heard him. you definitely heard him. and he's certain you'd never let him live that down. but he couldn't care less now. all it matters now is for him to finally submerge himself back into your tight, warm cunt.

it didn’t take long for his patience to run thin. grimmjow thrust in a terrible rhythm, hips practically hanging in mid air the entire time, not caring that his stiff cock is too sensitive to handle this much friction all at once. he just wants to feel you, relish in your pulsing walls and chase his fleeting dream. “easy, kitty boy.” you tugged his hair backward, halted him from blindly going back to his wild instinct, and tamed him into a steady pace. “now that’s my good boy.”

his hands can no longer stay in one spot. calloused fingertips not leaving any skin untouched, he caressed the underside of your breast with hungry eyes. yes, he's hungry for more. so you brought your hands to the back of his head, guided him to delve in your cleavage.

he's fast to drag his tongue to taste your perked tits, sucking his mouth full and lavishing on your tender flesh. fuck, his jawbone mask is getting in the way, he’s eager to rip them off now.

“mmghm－hah…i'm close, i'm close” muffling out in a hush, he sends you a pleading look, mind too occupied to feel embarrassed already. “use your words, baby boy.” you cupped his cheeks in your small hands, pleased to see him nuzzled into your touch like a needy kitten.

“inside…wanna cu－hah…cum inside!” he cries out, heads fuzzy at the tight knot twisting his core. nodding your head, you match him to let him go harder, reach deeper. grimmjow sends his head back, angling himself to hit places that he'd yet to explore.

“such a good kitty.” you watched his face contorted into pleasure, sealed his quivered lips with yours. he stopped with one final push, shuddering in bliss as his tips twitched out thick, white ropes in you. snuggling into the crook of your neck, his arms held you close to savour your warmth, letting you squeeze out the last drop of his cum.

bonus :

coming down from his high, vision was still hazy but he can somewhat make it out very clearly, his cum still gushing out of you, painting your inner thigh white. damn, this feels good. it feels good inside you. so good that he feels disgusted. he couldn't possibly be enjoying this, isn't he?

no, that's not right. maybe somewhere inside him is still wishing for more, but he wouldn't say it. he won't ask for it. grimmjow was never the type to ask. that's right, he was just caught off guard. and now that he finds you worth fighting with, he's determined. it's not over yet. the next time he sees you, it's you who will be underneath him.

“ready for round two?”

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