#grimmjows never had anyone

[jaegersol]

Thinking about how Grimmjow’s never had a family or anyone love him and making myself sad 😭😭

[gallusrostromegalus]

do you have some thoughts on how Grimmjows obsession with Ichigo is gonna turn out in AIEWAM later?

he is in my mental microwave again

Nobody, least of all Grimmjow, understands his obsession with Ichigo until they remember the other two souls that are almost irrationally obsessed with him.

I'm AEIWAM, Kon is a cat. Or at least, a mod soul possessing the taxidermy body of an orange tabby. But he's a lot more cat this time, as opposed to like. A random pervert.

Kon loves Ichigo. He loves how Ichigo's idea of quality time is sitting next to someone and doing an activity together and not talking. He loves how he can always bully his way into Ichigo's lap, or giving him A Little Cheese Treat. He's devoted to Ichigo. He'd die for him. He'd kill for Ichigo. He may have already done so, but don't tell him that.

Yoruichi also adores Ichigo. Something about his vibe feels like a natural bond. He's just pleasant to be around. Training Ichigo leaves Yoruichi with a sense of peace and fulfillment like nothing else. She'd kill for nearly anyone, but Ichigo? She'd live through the horrors for him.

Orihime is the first to realize it, when she's prisoner in Las Noches. Something about Grimmjow's mannerisms is strangely familiar... Then she hears the name of his resurrection and everything falls into place.

Ichigo is a Cat Person.

Of course Grimmjow is obsessed with him! Cats are naturally drawn to people they share a vibe with, and Ichigo has been attracting random strays to him for as long as she's known him. Orihime herself is technically one of them

Grimmjow is just a really big stupid cat, so naturally his attraction to Ichigo is also huge and stupid.

She uses this realization to her advantage immediately.

"Kon." She addresses the friend she managed to smuggle in with her. "I need you to keep Grimmjow distracted. Kind of indefinitely."

"Grimmjow? Tall, blunette and psychotic? That Grimmjow? I'd die for you but that's just stupid." Kon protests.

"Don't worry, you're uniquely suited for dealing with him!" She cheers. "The name of his resurrection is "Pantera"! He's just another Tom for you to put in place and you've been doing that since before he even had thumbs."

Kon blinks, the pieces suddenly falling into place.

"You're RIGHT!" He grins, claws flexing in anticipation. "I don't even need to be physically present to drive him to madness and break him! In fact, it most effective if he never sees me at all! Ohhh- this is gonna be fun..."

"You've got a plan then?" She asks.

"Yeah! Hand me that glass of water, I'm gonna start by pissing all over his stuff!"

[wulvercazz]

🍓Just Alike💕

A really soft, soft comic I did for the Family AU,,, Junichi is soso much like daddy ;w; a bit of a crybaby but a huge momma's boy, can't possibly cry when Grimm comes to his rescue.

Also 💕Grimmjow being extra protective of his little ones💕He wiLL bite people's limbs off for making his little ones cry, do not try him. Ichigo's a huge helicopter parent himself, but,,, he's been human for a while, had sisters; he knows sometimes kids just got to cry. To Grimm such prey-like sounds mean danger, and his kids aren't, and will never, be anyone's prey.

[green-apple-juice]

The fact that both Ichigo and Orihime have shown kindness, sympathy, and understanding towards their enemies will never be a solid reason for me to treat these relationships as something special and unique and, therefore, become attached to them. Because their kind attitude isn't something limited only to the "chosen ones", it's their nature that they cannot hide and suppress, even if they've tried to.

Ichigo decided to heal wounded Ikkaku, and he didn't finish Grimmjow, who had tried to kill him and his friends multiple times.

When he fought Candice, he warned her that she should dodge his attack because he knew it would probably be lethal to her.

Why? She was a total stranger to him, an enemy from Quincy army participating in the destruction of Seiretei. He saw her standing above badly injured Zaraki, and he still acted carefully with her. Ichigo never faces criticism for being "too kind, naive, and stupid" like Orihime does, but his actions indicate that kindness is deeply rooted in him, it's like an instinct.

With Orihime, it always feels very weird to me hearing how people call her a traitor who was ungrateful to Ichigo when she said to Ulquiorra that she isn't afraid of him. Ichigo probably understood her better than anyone. I'm sure that he also wouldn't refuse to show an ounce of empathy to a person who was literally dying in front of him. And Orihime is the same character who cried because she saw some nameless shinigamis being killed, even though they were also her enemies in SS arc. .

It would be very strange for her to react differently in "The Lust" arc. That's just who she is—a kind girl who endured too much violence since the day she was born but still wasn't capable of becoming bitter and full of hatred towards other people, even when they fully deserved it.

[electronicwitchcollection]

what do you think Grimmjow, Shunsui and Jushiro would be like as dads? All your opinions have been so interesting!

I love this 😭🙈

Jushiro

This man is a perfect dad. He adores children, and has always wanted his own. I feel that once he found out his partner was expecting, he cried. As much as he wanted it, he never really thought it would happen for him. He was over the moon, his smile wouldn’t leave his face for weeks, often slipping into a day dream, bright smile on his face.

He was the sweetest most patient partner during the pregnancy. He’d absolutely dote on her, take over all the cooking and cleaning. Run her baths, massage her feet when they were sore. He would fall asleep with his hand on her belly. Loving the little kicks

He would be present at the birth. Holding his partners hand, wiping her down with a cool cloth, giving her all the encouragement and praise anyone could ask for.

I think at one point he would worry about his health, scared it would prevent him from being as hands on as he wanted. He would never want to see the worry in his child’s eyes if they saw him doubled over coughing up blood. He never wanted to be the cause of pain or fear for his child.

Coming from a large family, he was well prepared for the baby years. He didn’t shy away from nappies or night feeds, taking on more than his fair share. Wanting to do the work, spend as much time with his little one as he could. And also to help his partner, she needed her rest. She gave him the most precious gift he could ever ask for, the Least he could do was let her sleep.

Jushiro would be gentle. He wouldn’t shout, choosing instead to get down to his child’s level and explain the rules, what they’ve done wrong and how to right it. He’s liberal with his cuddles, his praise. He’d encourage his child in anything they chose to do. He would tell the best bedtime stories, repeating some from his youth he had made up for his younger siblings.

He wouldn’t expect his child to walk in his footsteps. They didn’t need to become a shinigami if they didn’t want, he would support anything they chose to do.

You couldn’t find a more supportive, kind hearted dad.

Shunsui (kinda went overboard with him 😂😅)

Shunsui would go on a journey 😂

I think when he was first told his partner was with child, he’d freeze. Eye wide, staring into nothing as his mind buzzed, struggling to comprehend what she had just said. Not quite the reaction his partner was hoping for when she told him the happy news.

Just when she thought something inside his head had broken and she’d have to go find someone for help (the fourth or jushiro) He’d snap out of it, hugging her close, happy about the baby.

I think he would be hilarious to watch with a hormonal pregnant partner 😂 he’d be jittery, careful with her, overprotective in a way that would make her go crazy. But he would wake up at 4 in the morning when she had cravings, tiredly stumble his way through soul society to get her the latest bizarre food combinations her cravings had come up with.

When she started to show, I think Shunsui would have a moment of panic. He’s seek council with Jushiro. Spill all his fears about becoming a dad. He didn’t think he would be able to raise a child, he didn’t want to fail them. Jushiro would talk some sense into him. He wouldn’t be alone, he had his partner. Jushiro thinks he would be a wonderful dad, and couldn’t wait to meet his little niece or nephew.

The first time he felt the first kick, his face was that of pure wonderment. Anytime the child kicked he would rush over, resting his large hand over her stomach to feel the steadily strengthening kicks.

I think after that, he’d be so attentive. He’d kiss her round belly, talk to the baby. He’d tell the baby how much he couldn’t wait to meet them, how they’ve got the prettiest mum in all of soul society, how much he’ll do all he can to be a good dad.

When it was time, Shunsui would freak out. He’d panic 😂 running around grabbing towels and pillows and for some reason, the wok from the kitchen cupboard. His partner would have to baby him, calmly tell him you needed to get the the fourth, sighing loudly when he flash stepped there without you. He came back eventually, when Unohana calmly explained she couldn’t deliver the baby if the baby and mother wasn’t with him.

His partner and Unohana seemed more concerned for Shunsui than they did the delivery, Unohana quietly instructed one of her staff to watch Shunsui, incase he were to pass out. He didn’t luckily, when the time came to push, and he could see how much pain she was in, he was at her side in an Instant

He’d hold her hand and give her all the praise and encouragement he could think of. So unbelievably proud of her. When the baby arrived, he let her have time with the baby, holding his child for the first time when she fell into an exhausted sleep,

He’d slowly pace around the room, unable to tare his eyes away from the tiniest baby he’d ever seen. So overwhelmed with joy, love he’d cry happy tears. He never knew he could feel so much love so quickly.

Shunsui struggled with nappy’s and feeding at first, but quickly learned how to do it. He would help out, but often needed reminding, he was too distracted looking at their little face. Night feeds were hard, he was difficult to wake and often fell asleep cradling his child. Surprisingly when holding the baby, the slightest noise would wake him up.

He loved the toddler years. He would happily play on the ground with his child, chasing them around and putting them on his shoulders. He wasn’t strict, in fact he would find it hilarious and encourage his child when they were up to no good. Honestly, it’s like having two children.

He’d take the child to visit Jushiro and Nanao often. He wanted the Influence of two of the smartest, kindest people he had in his life around his child. Nanao would read them stories, remembering how much she loved books as a child. Jushiro would always have a hidden stash of sweets upon his person, ready to share with Shunsuis mini me.

Shunsui is a good dad, a fun dad. He never thought he would be a dad, but he was thankful every day that he was

Grimmjow

Not immediately paternal 😂

His instincts are there. When he found out his partner was pregnant, he would become feral in the way he would protect her. If anyone got within three feat of his partner and his pup he would growl warningly. If that didn’t deter them, he’d punch first ask questions later.

He was incredibly prideful of having knocked up his woman. He’d have SUCH a kink of seeing her swollen belly, full with his child. When she started showing, she couldn’t get him off her. He’d always be touching her, making sure he knew where she was at all times .

The first time he felt a kick was when it felt REAL to Grimmjow, there was a baby in there. Moving and kicking. He would grin manically, proclaiming their child was going to be a fighter. Strong, powerful.

When it came time to deliver, Grimmjow was almost thrown out of the hospital room. He would snarl and snap any anyone who dared get to close, instinctively trying to protect his vulnerable woman and their young. He would see reason eventually (and with a couple threats from Unohana) and allow just the captain to approach.

He’d pace along the bed, keeping the others at bay, sending worried looks to his woman screaming in pain as she pushed. He was a little startled at the amount of blood and fluid involved with giving birth. Made his stomach churn

When he heard his youngs cry for the first time, Grimmjow had a jolt of fear unlike anything he’d ever experienced shoot through him, they were here. Real. He couldn’t believe it.

He was a little awkward holding his baby for the first time. They were so tiny, so fragile and weak that he was worried he would hurt them. His woman showed him how to hold the baby safely, they fit perfectly in his strong arms.

Grimmjow had a sensitive nose, so avoided nappies at all cost. He didn’t mind bottle feeding though. Grimmjow was in his element at night, so didn’t mind getting up for the night feeds. I feel he would be constantly unsure of what to do with the child. Every milestone brought a new set of problems he didn’t know how to deal with.

When his child crawled for the first time, Grimmjow panicked at not seeing them where he left them. It only got worse when they started walking and running. He’d feel like he needed the child in his sights at ALL TIMES. Protective instincts going crazy.

When the child is older, he’s teach them how to fight, how to protect themselves. He’s strict. He has no problem setting rules and enforcing them, though he would never raise a hand to his child. And would rip off the arm of anyone who dared to.



[kingofanemptyworld]

one of those soulmate AUs where your soul mark turns black when your soulmate dies and Ichigo’s mark has been black since he was born. you can’t miss what you never had so it’s never bothered him much. only, it itches sometimes, nearly burns, and he sure as hell doesn’t know how to explain that so he wisely doesn’t mention it to anyone, ever.

meeting grimmjow for the first time both complicates and simplifies things.

[katsuma6]

I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, cause Idk how Tumblr fully works 😂

But I'm sending a request as per your last post ☺ At first I didn't know what scenarios to request, but then I remembered I'm a single Mum and has been into Grimmjow since I was in my earlys 20s 🤣

How about Grimmjow becoming a new parent (and I'm sure he'd be a derp but also love the kid and be protective) but also misses spicy moments with the reader 🫣🥹

Thank you in advance and I love A New Life - I hope you update soon too 🤗 Stay safe & well

Eeek I love the thought of this.

One thing about Grimmjow, he craves attention and lots of it but, being a mother takes a lot of your time.

Grimmjow knew that. He knows your child will always come first. He wasn't sure how he would do with being a step-dad considering he's never been around kids.

At first he just watched. He loved sitting beside you listening to you read a bedtime story or making a special birthday cake.

Eventually your child opened up and grew closer to Grimm. They would cling to his bicep as he lifted them off the ground. He would "sword fight" with sticks from the yard. Grimmjow would also love to wrestle with your kid and accidentally get carried away.

He would panic and try and bribe them with candy or a toy to stop them from crying.

But if anyone else were to hurt your child oh my.

"Grimmjow, you can't fight a child."

You testified while mopping the kitchen floor.

"He's just a bully. Karma will catch up eventually."

Grimmjow rolled his eyes while grumbling.

Nobody hurts his baby.

He loves your child as if it were his own and he would do absolutely anything in the world for them.

Another thing about being a mom or a parent in general... you don't get much alone time if ya catch my drift.

You're kid wanted to play hide and seek. Grimmjow loved the idea because he's got a very dirty mind and he's going to take advantage of having you alone even if it's just for 30 seconds.

The two of you are cramped up in a closet.

Your child finally called out the famous words, "Ready or not here I come!" It sounded like they were all the way across the other side of the house.

Grimmjow placed his lips against your ear.

"Think we'll be here a while?"

You giggled while shushing him.

"Maybe if you're quiet."

Grimmjow had a wicked idea and he was going for it.

"I miss you." He whispered again. His hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Grimm I'm right here-"

Before you finished your sentence a hand slipped into the front of your pants causing a gasp to slip from your lips.

"No. I miss you."

Your breath hitched and you started to panic.

"We can't. We could get caught."

Grimmjow grazed your bottom lip with his thumb.

"I won't let them see anything. I can hear really well."

His finger now finding your special spot.

"Oh. I think you're excited."

You playfully scoffed and reached for his wrist.

It attempts to distract you he molded his lips into yours.

"C'mon, just let me. Please."

His desperate whispers caused you to melt and you were completely relaxed.

"Grimmjow~"

You whispered breathlessly as his fingers worked their magic.

"You feel so good. Just keep quiet for me, baby."

His words were sending you into overdrive. The heat began pooling into your body and you could feel the high coming.

But suddenly Grimmjow completely stopped what he was doing and before you could get a word out the door flung open.

"Found you!"

Your kid had the biggest, happiest grin on their face.

Grimmjow chuckled. "Great job."

You stomped out of the closet feeling disappointed. Your eyes met the cerulean orbs that make you weak at the needs.

A devious smile grew across his face.

"Wanna play again?"

Yes, being a mom takes a lot of your time and attention but, this man will always find ways to get what he wants. He misses you and he wants your affection.

He is respectful though. He loves you and he cares for you. If you genuinely don't want to do anything he will just cuddle you.

And believe it or not..

Grimmjow will play with your child all day by himself if it means you get a break.

Sure he might let your kid have ice cream for lunch but, it's the effort that counts.

"Hey brat, leave your mom alone."

He grumbles as you fold laundry with your kid at your feet begging for snacks.

"Let's get McDonald's."

Your kid leaped into his arms and happily went with Grimm to eat.

Later that evening you and Grimm were in the bedroom. You were laying in the bed while Grimmjow just got out of the shower.

He was drying his hair with a towel and he noticed you laying down.

"You okay baby?"

You smiled warmly staring at him.

"I'm okay."

Grimmjow tossed the towel down and claimed on top of you. The look in his eyes made you quiver.

"You're such a good mom. Want me to put another one in you?"

Your face grew bright red as you playfully smacked his chest and then his lips crashed into yours ending the night with a messing and hot makeout session.

[ichinoue]

Has Ichigo ever had any individual monologues or thoughts about Orihime like he has with Rukia? Has he ever specifically singled her and her importance on his life out? Besides the "I will protect her" moment which I know was absolutely about Orihime. Signed, an Ichiruki who doesn't hate Orihime and likes Ichihime a tad but wants a different take other than from other Ichiruki shippers.

Nope. And I think that was deliberate on Kubo's part.

Because Ichigo's feelings for Orihime were supposed to be hidden, they were supposed to be a secret, a mystery that the reader was meant to figure out over time, rather than being spoon-fed a quick and easy "I love Orihime" monologue. I believe Kubo chose to show, not tell when it came to Ichigo's feelings for Orihime. Which makes for so much better and interesting writing.

It was "safe" to share with the reader Ichigo's thoughts about Rukia (or Chad, or Ishida, or whoever else) in monologues, because his thoughts about her weren't romantic; he could monologue about her being important in his life, because that was absolutely true, but there wasn't anything deeper than that in a romantic sense. There weren't any hidden feelings for her that Kubo risked unveiling if we delved into his thoughts. So there was no fear of spoiling the ending of "who will end up with who?" or feeling the need to pair people up too early once feelings have been confirmed on both sides (and Kubo said he purposely waited until the end to pair the couples up).

We read Ichigo's thoughts about Rukia, and what did we learn? That it was all platonic! He never expressed any feelings of romance in those monologues. His motivations and reasoning were made clear.

While Orihime...? We had *no idea* what he was thinking about when it came to her. Kubo purposely kept it hidden. He could have been thinking anything (😏😉🤫) because we just didn't know. And not knowing left the door wide open for the possibility of him having feelings for her.

We could only make inferences based off of his actions, the way he acted towards her and around her, and pick up on the patterns over time, how it all pointed to his purposely hidden feelings for her.

You can see it in the way his usual prickly disposition softens around her, the way his enemies target her more than anyone else just to get to him, the blind rage when his enemies taunt him about her, his all-out panic when he thinks she's in danger, how flustered he gets when people tease him about her, the depression when he realized she was abducted, the puppy dog eye way he looks at her when he realizes she's okay again.

You see him looking at her with relief whenever she cries and thanks him for being okay after a battle, you see his shoulders sag with guilt as he apologizes for failing to protect her, you see him bowing before her when he makes the vow to protect, grinning as he tells Grimmjow he's not allowed to get hurt anymore because Orihime said so, rising up from the dead for her, getting stronger when she's near him in the gamespace, the rage when Tsukishima calls her on the phone in front of him, the devastation in his eyes when she heals Tsukishima's arm, the trust he feels in asking her to go two-to-one against Yhwach.

You never hear him thinking about any of this--not once. But you don't need to. It all became so obvious over time.

[gloryhrs]

━━ ⟡ 𝓢𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐄, grimmjow j.

male reader. ʚɞ highschool au.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez has officially gone soft! He was one of the toughest guys in school, the biggest delinquent who never took shit from anyone. He used to put himself in trouble for his constant smoking, vandalizing, or his massive use of profanity. This was the same guy who talked back to the teachers over and over again and refused to do his work unless someone paid him. Overall, he was a lost cause, nobody was able to help him even if they tried. But now he was a new person. Nobody knew what happened to him or what bit him in his sleep, but these past few weeks, the hotheaded male behavior has made a 360. His loud and aggressive behavior was now turned into quiet and somewhat peaceful.

“Since when did you start doing your work?”Nnoitra peaked his head over Grimmjow’s shoulder as his eyes scanned the book nonstop. Grimmjow squeezed the pen in his hand and decided to withhold a sarcastic remark. “I’m not trying to be a dropout, plus I’m bored.” He scoffed before turning his attention back to the book in front of him. A snicker came from Nnoitra’s lips at the answer, The high and mighty Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was doing his work? This had to be some type of sick joke! “Never thought I’ll see the day. You out of cigarettes?”He teased as Grimmjow rolled his eyes.

I don’t have time for ignorance today. He sighed in annoyance. This was the third time someone tried to clown him for doing his work aka acting out of character, the first being Nelliel and the second being Ulquiorra.

After hearing the ringing of the bell Grimmjow stood up instantly and made his way out of the classroom without saying any goodbyes. Nelliel tilted her head at the way Grimmjow packed his things so quickly and left the class early, he would usually loiter around just to piss the teacher off. “He’s been acting weird lately. Hey Ulqui! Is something going on at home?" She spoke out loud which caused the remaining students in the class to snicker. Ulquiorra frowned at the ridiculous nickname and shrugged his shoulders, “He lives by himself. Maybe he decided to stop acting like a gremlin and finally do something useful with his life.” He grimaced from the memory of his obnoxious neighbor and the amount of trouble he caused. “Not to mention, he’s barely home now. I haven’t seen him at his house in three days.” He added while surfing the pages of the book he was reading.

“Eh?! So where does he go after school? Is there someone in his life now?” She tried to remember the last time she saw Grimmjow with someone outside of his friend group. Her mind started to wander off until a lightbulb appeared on the top of her head. “Y/n! The guy who helps me study on Fridays! I seen them walking around yesterday.” She smiled as Nnoitra raised his eyebrow at the familiar name. “You talkin' about that damn nerd? Why’s Grimmjow hanging out with him?” He placed the soda can down, Nnoitra didn’t know you well but he sure for hell knew you were that glasses guy that always sat in the back of the class. “I don’t know! But that’s what I’m going to find out.” She rubbed her hands together, you and Grimmjow were complete opposites! How could even put up with … that?

“It’s best if you sit this one out.” Tier joined the conversation, she doesn’t interact with Grimmjow that much but Lord knows he surely knows how to drag a situation out. “Yeah, this change is doing all of us a favor.” Ulquiorra flipped to the next page of the book. Nelliel slumped her shoulders in defeat, “Fine, but only this time!”

Grimmjow checked his watch in irritation as he repeatedly tapped his foot on the glossy floors. He despised the manner in which your teacher kept you to clean up because you were a responsible and helpful student. “That damn teacher needs to clean up his own class next time.” He mumbled to himself to notice you walking towards him. “Grim, have you been waiting for me?” Your sweet voice brought him out of his mind, you saw how his dull blue eyes light up when he saw you. “Of course cutie, I'd be stupid if I didn't.” His hands made their way around your waist to pull you closer until your chest was touching his. He gave your lips a quick peck that turned into a full kiss, he could not get enough of your warm and soft lips melt away against his coldness. His fangs nipped on your lower lip which made you melt in his arms.

“I could never get tried of doing that.” He kissed your lips once more and took your bag out of your hands. Once you caught your breath, you intertwined your hand with his and leaned onto his arm. “Are you hungry?” He singled out the ramen stand down the road. “Mhmm.” He looked while you were played with the diamond necklace around your neck, He’s so goddamn cute. Grimmjow cheeks heated up from your adorable characteristics. He wanted to hold your face between his hands and squish your cheeks together. He couldn’t believe you were making him soft!

After holding the door open for you your eyes scanned the warm ramen place, the scent of delicious food brought a smile on your lips. “Where do you want to sit?” Grimmjow looked around the restaurant while you pointed the place at the corner. Once you sat down, the waiter handed you the menus and left, “What are you getting, Grim?” You asked your boyfriend who scratched his head using the menu. “I don't know yet, what are you eating?” He put the menu, to be honest, he couldn't read a fucking thing off the menu.

“Shoyu ramen, do you want spicy miso ramen?” You switched the menu in his direction, since he had a soft spot for spicy dishes. “Yes, would you like a piece of cake?” He added on which brightened your smile straight away. You love cake! You nodded very quickly while Grimmjow laughed. “Alright, now we just wait until the waiter comes back.” He reached above the table to entangled his hand with yours.

Never in a thousand years did Grimmjow expect himself to be in the position he was in. The black Spider-Man headband pushed his blue hair back as you continued to run the jade roller on his face to straighten out the uneven hello kitty face mask. His eyes softened at your concentrated face, the matching headband pushing your locs back made you even cuter. “How long does it take to work?” Grimmjow rested his hands on your waist, often giving it a tight squeeze when you kissed his lips. “About five or ten minutes.” You removed yourself from his lap and signaled him to follow you.

While walking behind you a mischievous grin made its way on Grimmjow’s face. “Grim—wah!” You yelped when the tall male picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, you let out another yelp when he moved his hands to your thighs and almost dropped you in the process. “Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez! Put me down!” You held back your laughter when he began to jump up and down, with your body bouncing with him which almost made your glasses fall off. “Are you sure?!” He stopped at the couch as you nodded your head rapidly. “Yes! Why is it so high up here?!” You held onto his tank top in fear of falling and landing the wrong way.

“Ok, fine!” He playfully scoffed and flipped your body off his shoulder as you laid on the soft cushions with a grin on your face. “That was fun! But dangerous..” You fixed your uneven glasses with Grimmjow lifting your legs up to take a seat down on the couch. “What movie or show do you want to watch?” He picked up the remote and scanned through the dozens of movies on the streaming app. “Let’s watch The Amazing World Of Gumball.” You smiled as he quickly went to the search bar to look for your favorite show. Grimmjow yawned loudly as his hands made their way to your feet that rested on his lap. The sound of your laughter made feel so giddy inside that he lost all thought process.

“Cutie?” “Hm?” He looked over to see your face inches away from his, “You’ve made me so soft, I love spending time with you.” He kissed your nose then lips. “I love spending time with you as well. I’m glad you were able to turn yourself around for me.” You grinned which showed your braces. “Your braces are so cute, nerd.” Grimmjow chuckled and wrapped his arm around you while giving your lips one last kiss.

© gloryhrs, 042923. // notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦) /

[cottoncandy-cult]

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Reader

The young fraccion ran about, double checking her Master's room to ensure that everything was clean. (Y/n) had been assigned to Grimmjow weeks ago, he never trained her or took her anywhere. Her only job was to clean and keep him company, she was well cared for and treated differently from the rest because of her loyal services for him. Perhaps this was because she was basically a house cat, Aizen had made her into an arrancar on a whim. Once she made sure everything was as it should be she laid down on her bed, it was across from Grimmjow's as it made things easier, and he didn't trust her alone. Even now his other fraccion would check the hall, waiting for their Master to return from the meeting being held.

It didn't take long for her to doze off, she hadn't been sleeping well and had been rather restless as of late. When she next awoke it was dark and she was being shaken, looking up she locked eyes with her Master leaning over her. "About time, you were moving around a lot, and it was getting annoying." As he moved to sit on his bed across from her, she noticed a candle was lit on the table between them, it wasn't until she sat up that he realized how tired she looked. "My apologies Master Grimmjow... " He grunted a bit before huffing, resting his arms on his knees. "Come here kitten." It was rare for him to use pet names, only when he felt the desire to lower his guard. She didn't hesitate to walk around the table, approaching him quietly.

Grimmjow had grabbed her wrist, twisting so that she fell onto the bed between him and the wall. "You're sleeping here tonight; you've been doing this a lot and it's made it hard to sleep." The young girl blushed but nodded, shifting to be more comfortable. "Yes Master, thank you." His response was just a grunt as he blew out the candle and laid beside her, arms crossed behind his head. "Yeah yeah, just go back to sleep." He had closed his eyes; she couldn't help but smile and close her own.

                         -Time Skip-

When (Y/n) next awoke, she was face to chest with her Master, his legs tangled with hers as he had one arm under her and holding her close as the other draped over her with his fingers tangled in her hair. His warmth made her snuggle close to him, he had growled in his sleep and tightened his grip. It was still dark as usual, so she had relied on her internal clock, and she assumed it was early morning, there was no need for them to be awake til well into the late morning. So, she closed her eyes once more, breathing in his scent as she felt herself slip into unconsciousness. When her breathing had slowed with sleep once more, blue eyes peaked open. Grimmjow watched her quietly before nuzzling the top of her head, he breathed in her sweet scent and relaxed. He may not say it out loud, at least not yet, but she belonged to him. She was his queen; he will kill anyone who even so much as upsets her. He smirked at the thought, he would do whatever he must to ensure she was happy and untainted by anyone.

[pin-k-ink]

caught in between // grimmjow jeagerjaquez & ulquiorra schiffer (pt. 3)

tw: possessive!ulquiorra, fingering, nipple play, a tiny bit of angst, squirting, unprotected sex, dirty talk (it’s ulquiorra so don’t expect much), praise kink, grimmjow makes a small appearance

wc: 3.7k

part one | part two | part three

The ghost of Ulquiorra's heated words lingered - "I have no intention of sharing you with anyone else. Ever again."

His scorching proclamation of possession had set your body ablaze with newfound cravings that night. The way he claimed your mouth, his calloused hands commanding your curves, the low timbre of his growls vibrating against your skin - it unlocked hungers you never knew existed.

But Ulquiorra's behavior soon became as frigid as ever, avoiding your gaze and presence like you were a scourge to be avoided. No hints of that awakened ardor remained. Just his typical unflinching aloofness as if that heated encounter never transpired.

You knew better than to seek answers. Ulquiorra made his disinterest in anything beyond the physical painfully clear time and again. So you bottled up the sting of rejection, your only companion the endless loop of confusion and insecurity plaguing your thoughts.

Why had he torn down those walls only to fortify them once more? Were you simply a mere plaything to sate his primal whims when the impulse struck? Loathed for your weakness the moment of passion subsided?

Lost in these self-doubts, you failed to notice the harsh spike of reiatsu until the door to your quarters burst open with a crash.

"Well, well...if it ain't Las Noches' most sought after little piece," Grimmjow's gravelly voice oozed obscenity. "I can smell that beautiful stank of vulnerability from a mile away, kitten."

His lecherous smirk carved deeper at your dejection as his pale blue eyes roamed your curled-in posture without shame. "Don't got your panties in a twist since I hit that perfect pussy last, do ya?"

Your body stiffened at Grimmjow's vulgar evaluation, shrinking further into yourself. You knew better than to rise to his taunts - that's exactly what he craved. The vile nicknames and degradations rolled off your tongue like drips of venom whenever you dared challenge him.

Before you could attempt to wave him off, Grimmjow closed the distance in several long strides. His large hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back as he dragged you flush against his muscled form.

"Don't act so shy now, babydoll," he purred, hot breath fanning along the exposed column of your neck. "Need I remind you how much your greedy little cunt was squeezin’ this dick that night?"

Grimmjow ground his growing arousal against you purposefully as his free hand shoved your robes aside. Calloused fingertips trailed along the swell of your breast before giving it a rough squeeze.

You remained pliant under his dominance, not an ounce of defiance in your frame as he mouthed along your jugular hungrily. Normally his bold manhandling would have you squirming with need, hips rolling wantonly against him. But tonight, you felt...numb. Hollow. hehe hollow

Grimmjow stilled, finally registering your complete lack of reaction. With a frustrated growl, he grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his probing glare.

"The hell's gotten into you?" he demanded through gritted teeth. "I know you want this just as bad, you little slut."

Still you said nothing, merely holding his intense stare impassively. Grimmjow's grip on you relaxed a fraction as his brows furrowed, somehow sensing something besides lust was amiss.

"Don't tell me Ulquiorra's icy act has finally gotten to you," he scoffed, rough fingers still gripping your chin. "That bastard couldn't find his way outta a real emotion if his life depended on it."

You remained silent, but the slight tremor in your lower lip gave you away. Grimmjow's mocking smirk softened minutely.

"Ah, so that's what's got your pretty little panties in a twist," he murmured, thumb tracing the plump swell of your mouth. "Did his highness pull another of his little hot and cold acts? Warmin' your sheets one night only to freeze you out after?"

Your chin quivered tellingly in his grasp. Grimmjow tsked, shaking his head in faint amusement as he pulled you closer once more, his other arm banding around your waist.

"Listen up, kitten. That's just how the prick operates," he breathed against the crown of your head. "Gets a taste of the good stuff only to retreat back into his philosophical bullshit once the nut's been busted."

His crass bluntness should have earned him a firm rebuke. But you simply sagged further against Grimmjow's broad chest, seeking an anchor in his hold as your hands bunched his jacket lapels.

"Pretty fucked up, I'll give you that," he continued thoughtfully, fingers skating along your lower back. "But you know what'll help get your mind offa that shit?"

Grimmjow's palm traveled lower, cupping your backside and giving it an emphatic squeeze as his hips canted against yours.

"Lemme put this fat dick back where it belongs, huh?" he rumbled, tongue tracing the delicate shell of your ear. "Make you forget all about that cold prick's mind games for a while."

You shuddered despite yourself at his familiar gravelly murmurs. Perhaps letting Grimmjow distract your troubled thoughts wasn't the wisest idea...but you already felt yourself falling under his seductive spell once more.

The slick glide of Grimmjow's skilled tongue along the column of your neck had you melting against him, a soft mewl escaping your lips as his wandering hands stoked your arousal. Perhaps letting him lavish you with rough affection was unwise, but surely it beat wallowing alone with your turbulent thoughts.

Just as you began to lose yourself in Grimmjow's intoxicating touch, a frigid spike of reiatsu pierced the heady atmosphere. You gasped, instinctively stiffening in Grimmjow's arms as a familiar presence manifested in the room like an ominous storm front.

"My, my..." Grimmjow drawled languidly, not bothering to face the intruder as his teeth grazed your earlobe. "If it isn't the man of the hour himself. You're just in time for the show, princess."

"Remove yourself from her vicinity. Now." Ulquiorra's tone was arctic, promising unspeakable violence should his directive go unheeded.

Grimmjow merely chuckled, the rumbling vibration sending tingles across your sensitized skin before he slowly released you. You immediately shrank back, head bowed in a futile attempt to avoid Ulquiorra's withering emerald glare.

"Didn't realize you'd get your pansy panties in such a twist just from me giving the lady some much-needed attention," Grimmjow tossed over his shoulder as he slinked for the exit. "My bad. She's all yours, jackass."

The breath stilled in your lungs as the two Espada's reiatsu clashed in the confines of your chamber, nearly buckling your knees with its intensity. You didn't dare raise your gaze until Grimmjow's presence faded into the distance.

When you finally chanced a peek at Ulquiorra, regret came swiftly. Unlike his typical unflappable demeanor, barely-restrained fury was contorting his features into something feral.

"Is this a new pastime of yours?" he seethed through gritted teeth. "Fraternizing with any of Las Noches' strays the moment I turn my back?"

Your mouth worked uselessly as you cowered under his menacing stare, hands fisting in the disheveled folds of your robes. This unreserved hostility was so at odds with the tenderness he'd shown just days prior.

Ulquiorra advanced with measured strides until his chest was a hairsbreadth from yours. You shrank back on instinct, but his fingers ruthlessly gripped your jaw, forcing your widened eyes to meet his.

"You'd do well to remember your place, woman," he hissed lowly. "Any further indiscretions and I'll be forced to--"

A choked whimper broke free as tears began to streak your flushed cheeks. Your throat ached with the effort to hold back deeper sobs wracking your frame.

Ulquiorra cut off abruptly, brows twitching ever so slightly at the unexpected display of raw emotion. Both your bodies remained frozen in that charged tableau, his vice-like hold the only point of contact.

Then, in a seemingly unconscious motion, the pad of his thumb brushed away the dampness from your cheekbone. His glinting stare bored into your own, furrow deepening as if searching for...something.

The gentle swipe of calloused skin seared through you more intensely than his brutal grip moments before. Your breath hitched under his penetrating scrutiny, scarcely daring to believe the shift in his manner.

Ulquiorra's gaze flickered to your parted lips. You barely registered his hooded lids drifting shut before his mouth crashed over yours in a searing kiss.

Ulquiorra kissed you with an ardor that contrasted starkly with his earlier rage, as if he was a man starved. His lithe frame pinned you against the nearest wall, one palm cradling your nape while the other mapped every curve hungrily. You surrendered to his questing mouth, reveling in the low rumbles vibrating from his chest.

Without preamble, he hooked an arm beneath your knees, easily lifting and cradling you to his chiseled torso. You blinked up at him in breathless surprise as he began carrying you from your chambers, emerald eyes burning with an intensity you'd never witnessed before.

The journey to his private quarters passed in a heated haze. You trailed open-mouthed kisses along the strong column of his neck, fingertips skating the defined musculature of his back and shoulders as he strode with purposeful strides.

Finally, Ulquiorra crossed the threshold and sealed you both inside, kicking the door shut with a resounding thud. He didn't pause until depositing you atop the neatly tucked sheets of his own bed. You drank in the image of him hovering above, face half-shadowed and muscles rippling beneath the remaining swathes of his uniform.

His piercing emerald stare held you immobile as his calloused palms bracketed your flushed face.

"That night, when Grimmjow dared defile you with his debased presence before my eyes..." Ulquiorra's deep timbre carried a rarefied rumble. "Had he so much as looked upon you improperly, I would not have hesitated to tear out his throat with my bare hands."

One hand trailed down the side of your neck with deliberate slowness as he leaned closer, breath fanning hotly against your lips.

"You are mine, woman. Mine to claim..." His other hand found purchase at the curve of your hip, yanking you flush against the rigid planes of his body. "Mine alone to touch, to covet, to possess utterly."

Ulquiorra crushed his mouth against yours in a searing, punishing kiss, as if staking an irrevocable brand of possession. When he at last released your abused lips with a rasp of air, his intense stare had you pinned unblinkingly.

"I will no longer tolerate any inability on your part to understand the extent of what you mean to me," he vowed in a low growl. "Your existence belongs to me and no other. This mindless jealousy is...unacceptable."

Ulquiorra's burning stare held you transfixed as his dexterous fingers made deft work of the buckles and fastenings of his remaining clothes. With each released clasp, more of his marble-pale flesh was laid bare.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the hollow cavity in the center of his toned chest - the eternal reminder of the sacrifice of his heart. The sharp, black lines framing the void seemed to beckon, tempting you to reach out and trace their unusual patterns.

As the white jacket parted and slipped from his lithe form, you marveled at the sculptural contours of Ulquiorra's body. The defined valleys and peaks of his musculature appeared carved from the finest alabaster beneath his deceptively delicate ivory skin. He moved with an almost preternatural grace, like some ancient greco-roman statue given unnatural life.

When his hakama pooled at his feet, your breath hitched at the sight of his nude, chiseled figure bathed in the moonglow filtering through the window slits. The dark lines adorning every inch of his form only enhanced the ethereal, haunting beauty in his design.

Ulquiorra's penetrating stare missed nothing as he drank in your unhidden admiration and awe. His eyes glinted emerald in the low light as he reached for you once more, looming over your splayed form with the dangerous poise of a great white panther.

"What you've awoken within me..." he rasped in a gravity-laced baritone. "This relentless, maddening need to make you truly understand you are utterly mine in every sense..."

His mouth crashed over yours in a searing, uninhibited kiss that robbed you of any coherent thought - only the overwhelming sensation of finally being subsumed by this enigmatic fallen angel's fever.

Ulquiorra's scorching kisses left a blazing trail down the slender column of your neck. His deft fingers made short work of the fastenings securing your robes, pushing the folds of fabric aside to map every newly exposed inch of silken skin.

You arched instinctively into his exploratory caresses, a soft keen escaping as his lips found that sensitive hollow beneath your ear. Ulquiorra's calloused palms traced up the underside of your thighs before hooking behind your knees, effortlessly drawing your legs around his narrow hips.

"You are the only light in my eternal damnation," he murmured in a low rasp against the racing pulse at your throat. "This insatiable thirst you've awakened cannot be quelled by anything but submitting you to the deepest recesses of my obsession."

With one final tug, the last offending layers were banished, leaving you achingly bare before his piercing regard. Ulquiorra's smoldering stare roved every curve and swell as if committing your form to memory for the first time. When his gaze at last met yours, those blazing emerald orbs held the intensity of a thousand hot suns.

"You are mine, woman," he growled with irrefutable possession. "Every whimper, every gasp, every broken cry of ecstasy - all of it belongs only to me."

Calloused fingertips trailed down the valley between your breasts with torturous leisure as Ulquiorra's mouth began mapping your feverish skin once more. You could only surrender beneath his scorching brand, a willing offering soon to be consumed wholly by his all-consuming blaze as soon as he sealed his mouth over the peak of your breast.

His hot, wet tongue swirled a slow circuit, laving the pert bud relentlessly before suckling with bruising force. The rough pads of his fingers rolled the other peak in perfect rhythm, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core.

"Ul-Ulquiorra, please," you keened, hips instinctively rolling against him. "I-I need..."

"Do not test my self-control," he warned with a low growl, teeth scraping against the supple swell of your breast. "Or I will be forced to prolong your torment."

"N-no, please...I'm sorry," you panted, nails raking against the sculpted muscles of his back. "P-please...I can't..."

Ulquiorra's sinful mouth returned its attentions to the other nipple, mercilessly suckling and nipping until the sensations became almost too much to bear. When his hand traveled lower, his long fingers easily parting your slick folds, your spine bowed and hips bucked wildly.

"Look at how beautifully you fall apart beneath my touch," he mused against the flushed column of your neck, a rare hint of amusement in his gravel-laced voice.

His fingers continued their unhurried exploration, the rough pads stroking that perfect bundle of nerves with agonizing precision. A fresh wave of slick coated his teasing digits, your walls already beginning to flutter around his touch.

"Tell me, woman," Ulquiorra drawled against the shell of your ear, his deep tone edged with a dark promise. "Does your cunt still beg for his touch?"

You writhed restlessly against the sheets, a high-pitched whimper slipping from your kiss-bruised lips as his expert touch sent shocks of pleasure coursing through your veins.

"N-no, never," you gasped, nails digging into his flexing shoulder blades. "Only...only y-yours."

"And what about his filthy words," Ulquiorra continued, his thumb rolling a punishing rhythm across your swollen bundle of nerves. "How he spoke of defiling your sweet cunt with his filthy cock. Do they still linger in your mind?"

His skilled digits continued their relentless assault, sending you hurtling towards release at a maddening pace. Your inner walls began clamping down around his fingers, signaling an imminent plunge.

"N-no, just y-yours," you whimpered, head thrashing against the sheets. "I-I'm only y-yours, please..."

"Good girl," he rasped, lips ghosting the column of your throat. "Cum for me, now."

That last command sent you crashing over the edge with a wordless cry, a blinding supernova exploding behind your eyelids as your inner walls rippled violently around his fingers, scalding liquid gushing from your weeping entrance.

As you gradually surfaced, a soft mewl escaped at the sensation of him removing his fingers from your slick heat. Your gaze followed the movement to find his hand slowly disappearing into his mouth, lips wrapping obscenely around his digits and sucking them clean with a low hum.

"So sweet," he murmured, eyes falling closed briefly. "But you're not finished, woman."

Without preamble, Ulquiorra gripped the undersides of your thighs, spreading them wide and exposing your slick, puffy folds. A shiver wracked your frame at the raw, feral hunger darkening his emerald stare as he lined his thick length against your drenched entrance.

He sheathed himself within your molten depths in a single thrust, hissing through gritted teeth at the feeling of you wrapped snugly around his shaft. You arched, spine bowing from the bed as a breathless sob ripped free, the sudden fullness nearly driving you out of your mind.

"You are perfection, woman," he ground out, the muscles of his back rippling beneath your frantic grasp. "Your body was molded to fit my cock, alone."

Then, without another moment's hesitation, he set a brutal pace.

Ulquiorra's sculpted hips pistoned relentlessly, his heavy sac slapping against the curve of your ass with every deep thrust. He was buried to the hilt with each stroke, the thick tip grinding against your most sensitive spots, and stretching you to the brink.

Every drag of his velvet-over-steel length within your fluttering walls was like the sweetest torture. Every nerve ending was ablaze with pleasure and pain. The coil wound tighter with every punishing thrust.

"Ul-Ulquiorra..." you panted, hands clawing at his back. "P-please, I'm s-so close..."

"Not yet," he commanded, fingers digging deeper into the supple flesh of your thighs. "You'll cum only when I command it."

You could only whimper helplessly beneath his dominance, a litany of pleas spilling forth unbidden. You were a slave to his carnal will, utterly subsumed by his ardor.

With a low growl, Ulquiorra hauled you upright, seating you fully atop his pistoning length. His sculpted torso remained flush against yours, his mouth hovering scant inches from yours as the new angle drove his shaft even deeper.

He held you impossibly tight against him, as if unwilling to permit any distance between you. One large palm cradled your nape, the other hooked beneath your thigh as he resumed his relentless pace, this time driving up into you.

The change in angle had you seeing stars, a breathless keen ripping from your throat. You could do nothing but cling desperately to his broad shoulders, nails scoring the muscled planes of his back, as his thrusts sent you hurtling closer to oblivion.

"Now, woman," Ulquiorra commanded through clenched teeth, emerald eyes glinting in the moonlight. "Cum. For. Me."

At the moment he punctuated those last three words, the hand on your thigh snaked down between your bodies to press ruthlessly against your swollen, pulsating bundle of nerves. The added stimulation coupled with his final, deep thrust was enough to send you careening over the edge with a wordless, primal cry.

Your inner walls spasmed violently around his impossibly thick length, the force of your release nearly painful as you gushed and sprayed all over his shaft and the sheets. A guttural groan vibrated from his chest, his eyes fluttering shut and mouth falling open at the overwhelming sensation of your inner walls clamping down around him.

Ulquiorra captured your mouth in a searing, unchained kiss as his hips bucked wildly, burying himself to the hilt one last time. You moaned, relishing the scorching spurts of his release coating your walls and the sensation of his throbbing cock filling you completely.

He remained buried inside, holding you against his sculpted frame as his shaft twitched and pulsed, his tongue mapping every inch of your mouth. You could do little else but melt bonelessly against him, utterly sated and blissfully content.

After a long moment, Ulquiorra reluctantly pulled away, hissing at the sensation of his oversensitive length dragging against your soaked folds. His emerald stare held you transfixed, burning with a newfound intensity that took your breath away.

In the hazy afterglow, Ulquiorra gathered you against his chiseled form, cradling you flush against his chest. His fingers traced idle patterns along the dip of your spine as you sat entwined amid the disheveled bedding.

"Does this newfound closeness...unsettle you?" he murmured low, emerald stare glinting with undisguised curiosity. "I do not intend to make you uncomfortable with such overt affections."

He tilted your chin up with one knuckle, boring into your eyes with an intensity that stole your breath. "But it seems...incomplete to not hold you in my arms as I should."

The raw sincerity in his normally reserved tenor tugged at your heartstrings. With a small smile, you nestled deeper into his embrace, reveling in the warm, protective cocoon of his arms.

"It's not uncomfortable," you murmured, lips ghosting his marble-pale skin. "I-I...actually kind of like it."

"You would," he scoffed, fingers tracing the curve of your hip. "You always did seek comfort in the most peculiar places."

A dusting of color bloomed in your cheeks at his dry observation. You made a small noise of protest, preparing a retort, when Ulquiorra's palm flattened over the small of your back. He effectively eliminated any remaining space between your bare forms as he pulled you flush atop his chiseled torso.

The unmistakable heat of his cock stirred against your belly, forcing a trembling exhalation past your lips. Ulquiorra's stare remained impassive, but the subtle twitching at the corners of his mouth hinted at self-satisfaction.

"Do not mistaken my...indulging of this closeness as accidental," he rumbled, aquiline nose skimming along your jawline. "I am quite intentional in keeping what is mine thoroughly sated."

You shivered at the dark timbre of his promise, nails raking lightly down the pale expanses of his back. Ulquiorra hissed out an indrawn breath through gritted teeth, muscles tensing beneath your exploratory caress.

"Pleasant as this interlude has been," he muttered tautly. "Do not think for a moment that I've had my fill of you, woman."

With a deft pivot of his hips, Ulquiorra rolled you beneath him once more, body coiling with restrained power and undeniable intent. His penetrating stare pinned you unblinking as he loomed above, backlit by the moonglow slatting through the windows.

"This possession is eternal. You would be wise to understand that..." He sealed the vow with a searing, sidelong glance that branded you to your very core. "...Pet."

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Yo!!! Can we get some yandere Grimmjow..... Like how he would act if finally get that he is obsessed with human reader.

I think he'd be confused and almost upset with himself for wanting a human as a mate at first. I mean, why would he develop these feelings for a weakling? But he remembers that there are humans like Ichigo and Orihime out there, so not all of them are weak. Besides he's never had a mate before, so it isn't like he has any idea what the gold standard for one really is.

He's incredibly direct and doesn't care about societal norms, so courting and flirting and all that shit doesn't really make sense to him. Why do something so indirect and pussyfooted when you can just go up to Darling and take what you want, you know? He'll just walk up to Darling, say that you're his mate, and tell you bluntly that he's going to live with you from now on. He'll get Urahara to make him a gigai if he has to, and while you're out doing "human shit" he'll either go with you in that gigai or he'll stalk you in his normal form.

He'd follow typical Arrancar mating habits: collecting items with your scent and reiatsu on them to keep where he sleeps, making you do the same thing (he doesn't have many human clothes for his gigai, but he always likes having you wear them) by tearing a piece of his outfit for you to keep on you at all times. It's to let everyone know that you two are together and off-limits.

Another ritual is letting you touch his mask and Hollow Hole. These are sensitive and sacred parts of an Arrancar, but once he realizes he wants you he has no issue having you touch them. Since you're human and don't really have an equivalent to that (I mean...he could touch your heart but you would be fucking dead lol), he tries to find out what it would be. Some humans say eyes are the windows to the soul, so he'll stare at you a lot and touch/kiss your eyelids gently when you're asleep. I could also see him biting your stomach to make a mark similar to his Hollow Hole too.

Very much enjoys having you touch him and touching you too. He always wants an arm around you, a hand on your shoulder or around your waist, having you sit in his lap, etc. If you run your fingers through his hair, he's guaranteed to shiver a little. And when he's extra relaxed, he'll even purr.

Is extremely territorial. He'll kill any Hollow that's in a 5 mile radius to where you live (and he'll also insist on moving in with you. Mates live together. It's just what they do, so he's going to love with you). And if anyone makes him jealous, even unintentionally, he'll become incredibly aggressive and things will get violent very quickly.

Sex with him isn't always rough, but it IS always passionate. Sleepy sex, lazy morning sex, angry sex, etc. always has a heat and hunger behind it. By that same token, his kisses can make you lightheaded lol. It's rare for him to do anything like a peck; if anything he's more likely to nuzzle your neck or cheek instead of a light kiss. A kiss is for expressing emotion and claiming your mouth, after wall.

[ecoamerica]

Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!

[wulvercazz]

🍭And So, It Begins🦇

~ October 3rd - Candy, Pole Dancing/Stripping ( Ichigo x Grimmjow ) ~ Extra tags; food play, food insertion/unsafe insertion

The Prompt List

(fic part 1 under the cut)

Ichigo has to have been staring at the rundown lot for about an hour. Or perhaps a minute.

All he's wanted as a young adult looking to get away from his homereef and out from under his father's fin - claw - is to find a decent enough job. This was supposed to be his bout of good luck- not,,, the beginning of a bad horror story.

The secretary who contacted him was real, he gave him accurate and detailed information, he heard his voice. And for what? The carcass of a school who in no reality would have ever been looking to "urgently fill a teaching position". And there was no mistaking the address he was given either. There was no other school in all of Aquacity.

He should've never come here. It's almost dark, the seabus back to Karaura reef is another six hours of travel and not even available again til morning. He feels played with, obviously  frustrated, and so incredibly tired.

And the small apartment he made arrangements for prior to his travel is so lackluster and just plain sad-looking he simply doesn't feel like going there to sleep this horrible night off either.

His feet drage little clouds of sand with every step. He doesn't want to think about it, about how much of a loser he is, about how come morning he'll have to go back home with his tail between his legs and say "hey dad, missed me on the single day I was gone?"

What he could do, is get ahold of a drink, sit on a crowded bar, and perhaps find a warm body to flirt his depression away to.

He doesn't expect to find himself lost to the view of this place. People had looked at him weird at the bus central whenever they heard where he was moving; but no one ever said much of anything about the place. It looked... well, like a city. With a good few large coral buildings towering above, fancy looking roads and lots of businesses; all dark and mostly quiet as night settled above the water. The curious sight of it was all the orange and plack and purple dressing it all. The jack-o-lanterns and the star-like decorations on the doors. Everything set for Halloween like he's never seen anyone do back home, or anywhere ever. It might've looked even cheery and bright earlier... except- where's everybody?

He's not really one for holidays, barely celebrates his birthday at all even, but he knows for a fact that Halloween is supposed to happen.. at night. It's late, but not quite midnight, not so late that a place so meticulously decorated like this would be barren before the ring o the bell. Where is everybody?

As he walks, what little people had been walking by in the distance have all scurried away into their homes or simply out of sight, and more than a little mystifying,,, he's started to get a little freaked.

Ichigo quickens his steps, his one claw clicking anxiously and creating little air bubbles amidst the water, his antenna jittery as he turns about for any sign of life. And... and suddenly there is. Muffled and uninteligible, but it's the sound of music; that must be it surely... everyone's celebrating indoors and here he is... worrying over nothing.

He really hopes it is a bar, he really needs that drink now.

The light trembling of the soundspeakers reaches his body when he finds the place. "Las Noches" it reads and now he's positive it's got to be at least something like a bar. The sound grows louder with each step, and finally the last of his worries start to ease into quiet sort of defeat. He came here to forget his troubles, right? Not to investigate some sort of ghosttown mystery bullshit, even made up by his own sleep-deprived mind.

The bouncer, because there is a bouncer — a blowfish that looks just about ready to get pointier at any wrong look, asks him for a rather outrageous cover charge (like he hasn't lost enough by coming to this city in the first place) that he reluctantly pays anyway. Because anything is better than walking back through that cold street back to his sad apartment right now, if he has to do it, at least he wants to do it with a couple drinks on him. And it all looks normal, with music just loud enough to sort of drown the laughter of a few other fish, here and there, but not enough to deafen, and dim colorful lights giving more of a nightclub ambiance to the establishment, right until someone shoves a bag of halloween decorated candy in his hands and looks at him with tired disappoinment when he meets the second bouncer's face with utter confusion.

"Keep it moving," the guy says tiredly and rushes him in to move on to someone else coming in behind him.

A truly odd fucking city.

But he gets his drink, and a second drink, and he stares at the odd bag of candy from the little table he settled onto somewhere in the middle of the place. Truly, truly, odd.

He's nursing his drink, sadly staring at the funny candy inside his bag and wondering weird things about this city and whether studying medicine like his father had encouraged him to do instead of literature like he wanted would've made any difference, when a sudden burst of light and an excited disenbodied voice announces it's finally midnight.

Fish around him cheer and suddenly he's more and more lost than he was before he came into the nightclub. That is, until the music goes from contented ambiance to sultry and the colored lights reflect on what are very clearly dancing poles arranged along the front of the dark stage he'd somewhat noticed when he first sat. Oh... so it's that kind of place,,, right— huh, he's... never been good in this sort of place.

He's been to strip clubs before, back in college and only when Keigo insisted; but he's not sure he'll ever enjoy it. Not when all he ever does is give the dancers awkward half-stares and wish for sudden death when they make eye contact.

So he's not at all excited when a single dancer makes their appearance on-stage, swaying their hips up to the stage to the beat of the music and the excited cheering of everyone in the club; some dog-whistling earning other fish in the crowd a flirty wink or suggestive little shake of a pretty curled tail.

Fuck, fuck, it's not that he's a prude. Keigo teases him about his supposed virginity enough to know he thinks he is; it's just that... well, pretty people showing off their pretty bits... it gets him all flustered and weird.

Ok, perhaps he is a bit of a prude. But can you judge him? Can anyone in this weird city judge him when those wide hips in those frilly clothes sway and twist so nice along that pole? When that pretty face smiles and bites his lip so cute when perking his ass so lewd?

Pieces of the outfit start to fly and at the first peek of a rosy plush slit he starts to wish he could flee without calling too much attention to himself. But everyone around him just keeps cheering, clearly enjoying the night's entertainment; some even shout of the dancer's name, "Grimmjow~!" to call his attention, or perhaps to encourage him and his perfectly studied dance moves.

It's a rather small city in the end, everyone's bound to know each other.

And just as expected, the shouts and the cheering only bring more confident little grins to the seahorse's face; put a little more oomf to his twists, more curl to his tail. The music still sultry but somewhat more intense as he's bared himself almost fully exposed to his welcoming public. Long legs opening wide for his audience, tail wrapping sinfuly around the pole to balance himself a little more teasingly; and then people are scooching closer, leaning in to playfuly tuck...

Huh —

Fucking candy on his underwear's frilly elastic, and no one seems to mind when it falls onto the stage under its own weight.

What the fuck?

And, oh, oh shit, oh fuck. The newbie look of bewilderment in his face must be so clear from up there, that "Grimmjow" can't hide his cheeky grin when he makes his way right over to the pole standing right in front of his table.

He does as best as he can not to tremble like a little teen when he teasingly curls around the pole, and dances pretty much for him. The audience hooting and whistling for him to do something about it. And then Grimmjow slinks down the pole, all pretty teal skin and curled tail and pretty pink slit, his legs falling open in a flexible squat, back curled and grin just as much, and reaches out with his bare foot to keep teasing him further. And the sight and the foot on his neck, send shivers down his neck and right up his tail; disheveling his clothes and heating him up from his very core until he feels the water around him boil.

"Gimme a treat~" he speaks like hot velvet, voice much deeper than he expected, and that alone startles him with a hot spark right down to his crotch. Everything about him so distracting, that he doesn't quite notice when he went and curled his tail right around his claw, pulling him in right to the edge of his chair, "won't you, stranger?💕"

The only other option would've been to struggle and run like a little coward, and he wanted to, fuck he really wanted to... but somehow, the ache to see more, touch more, had him shily pulling a lollipop out the troublesome little candy bag. Grimmjow's darkened blue eyes following his every move, a quietly amused noice leaving his lips before he pulled again on his arm.

He wishes he could've stopped the scaredy little jolt of his hand when Grimmjow let go of the pole only to reach in too; unwrapping the little jack-o-lantern lollipop and canting his hips with a rather obvious request.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

And his soft hand only guided his when it was obvious he'd need the push; guiding the candy to his puffy pink lips. Making him slick the hard caramel along his entrance and encouraging Ichigo to push it inside.

He might have blacked out for a second there. Quite possibly. When he felt his body give and suck the lollipop in, only the little white stick poking out of him.

And just like that, his tail maneuvered his claw and dumped it half across his lap, making a fool of him while he made a fool of himself; watching entranced as he crossed his leg over and showed off his filled slit. Everyone's hoots and screams suddenly registering back to his brain as they laughed and cheered both of them on; more dog whistles about when Grimmjow reached for the candy and fucked himself with it a couple cheeky strokes. Only to pull it out and bring it up to his lips, to suck his own slick off the treat.

Ichigo's been to strip clubs before, but nothing quite like this had ever happened to him at any of them. Not that he'd ever stayed long.

He's so dazed and tingly all over with the experience, drowned in more music and renewed screams as Grimmjow moves on with his show... that he could've sworn those little wings on his costume had no straps at all.

Find the uncensored version, as well as early access and wips to Aquacity as I draw/write it, on SubStar (link on pinned intro post)✨

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Shinji Hirako (Bleach) -Oneshot

"You're weak."

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, your body hit the floor. You were bleeding profusely, and the arrancar before you was nothing if not terrifying. Rukia was hurt, you could see it. Ichigo was barely holding it together as it was.

The red blast now aimed at Rukia's head made you panicked.

"RUKIA!!"

Ichigo's yell was a reminder, and you could feel the tears rushing down your face as you crawled to get to her before that attack could land.

But just like that...

It was blocked as if by force, and you stared in awe. Rukia was breathing heavily. Very aware of how close she'd gotten to possible death.

Your eyes moved shakily to the figure, catching the gray coat and short blond hair.

"A..human.."

He couldn't be. He was dressed formally, but there was a sword on his shoulder.

Grimmjow was still standing there, itching for a fight, and when the mysterious figure materialized a mask, it became clear that this was no mere human.

"What a hot blooded guy."

You never forgot the nonchalance of that statement.

"Oii! Quit slacking off!!"

You smiled at the sound of a familiar reaper yelling at some of the newer members of his squad.

"Hirako-san, you should give them a break."

He just frowned, waving his hand.

"This place really has gotten complacent. It's a good thing I'm back."

Well, his ego was as healthy as ever.

"Whatever you say, baldy."

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!!"

You really did enjoy getting under his skin.

When the vizards were reinstated after the battle with Aizen, it was somewhat incredible. The vizards were amazing. Despite what had happened, they'd still come to defend Karakura Town. Although you weren't directly under Shinji's squad, you were usually at his side. After your first meeting, you couldn't help but admire him. He was someone you couldn't help but want to follow. In a way it made sense since he'd looked after his friends for all those years. You were fortunate to become so close to someone so reliable, loyal.

"Oh, I almost forgot. This is for you Hirako-san."

You reached into your robe pocket, pulling out a small box. He was puzzled.

"For me?"

"Hai!"

He took it, opening the box. The sight of silver made his eyes widen.

"I saw this in the world of the living on my last mission. You seemed to really like it when we passed that human store. I thought the piercing would really suit you, so I got it."

You were wearing a big smile, and Shinji just gazed at the circular item.

"For me.."

It's not uncommon for him to get things from Love, or Rosa or even Lisa. They'd been in Karakura long enough to appreciate the modern advances. Yet somehow this gift felt different.

His silence was a bit unnerving.

"Ano...d-do you not like it?"

Now you feel a bit unsure.

Shinji closed the box with a broad smile.

"I love it. Thank you (Y/N)."

The smile he wore had your heart racing. Your cheeks flushed and you lowered your head with a nod.

"It was nothing..." You mutter.

It's times like this that you realize that maybe your feelings towards Shinji weren't solely admiration. Yes, it had started out that way. But the more you learned about him the closer you wanted to be. It's been a few years since that point, and lately it feels a bit unsettling how much you want him to look your way. Continue to show those smiles. Wear that expression that emits nothing but warmth that always feels as though it's directed at you.

"I'm going to show Hiyori, maybe she could learn a thing or two about treating people."

You aren't sure why the prospect of him showing anyone makes you embarrassed.

"W-wait d-don't show anyone!"

"Why not?"

You tried to reach for it, and Shinji held it away.

"N-Nevermind. I want it back!"

"Nope, it's mine." He stuck out his tongue, flash stepping and you chased after him, flustered.

"C-Come back!"

There's no denying that your dynamic is a bit comedic. Shinji is pretty much an imbecile most times, but when it counts, he always comes through. You've realized that maybe you've become a little dependent. He's always there. You don't think that will ever change.

That's why when he'd gotten back from his most recent mission and you heard he was hurt, you practically sprinted to his squad barracks.

"H-Hirako-san!!"

He raised his head, standing in his room. There were bandages on his right arm, but other than that, he seemed fine.

"Ah, hey what's up?"

Your eyes shook. You knew you shouldn't have been worried. Shinji can take care of himself. But just the prospect of him getting hurt..it's crippling.

"You're okay.."

You keep your eyes low. Because you don't want him to notice how much this scares you.

"Yeah, I got a little careless with a hollow. It got a hold of my arm but I whacked it."

The image of him whacking a hollow with his sword is a bit comical. It almost makes you forget your earlier turmoil.

"That's good."

He pulls on his captain's cloak, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

"Well I just needed to make sure you were okay."

You turned abruptly, with every intention to leave, but you can't get your feet to move.

"(Y/N)?"

He blinks, then stumbles when your body crashes into his. Your hands are holding on a bit tightly, and Shinji finally gathers his footing, looking down a bit stunned.

"I-I like you Hirako-san, p-please..be more careful."

You're pleading and he just stares.

"(Y/N).."

He's really not used to anyone worrying about him. Usually, he's the one always looking out for others. It's an instinct that he's always had. But the care you show, the pure elation you've always expressed when you look at him, smile at him, it's hard for him to deny that he wasn't smitten with you. Your little quirks were cute. By nature he's protective. Especially after that day with Grimmjow. The thought of you ever being in such a situation has always made him uneasy. That's why he was happy that you were always so close.

It seems that it's all catching up to you, because you pull away slowly, still refusing to look directly at him.

"G-Gomen, I guess I got carried away."

You were smiling, but he could see through it. You were trying to make it seem like if he rejected you on the spot, it would be no big deal.

"So anyway I should get back to my squad. Kiyone and Sentaro are probably tearing the place apart. "

You moved to reach for the door, and Shinji pressed his hand against the wall, stopping all motion. You froze, staring at him.

"H-Hirako-san.."

He grinned, and when he flicked his tongue, you were stunned to see the familiar piercing. You intended to point it out, but his fingers tilted your chin and your eyes grew wide when he pressed his lips softly against your own. Heat rushed all the way up your neck, brain shorting out.

"He's kissing me...he's...kissing me...HE'S KISSING ME!!"

Steam was pouring out of your ears, and Shinji pulled back with a teasing flick of his tongue.

"I knew it, you taste delicious (Y/N)-chan."

The seductive way he said that statement just added redness to your cheeks and Shinji laughed at your bewildered expression as he leaned in, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"I'm in your care now (Y/N)."

He couldn't have been more content at the revelation. 

[kyokutsu-sama]

What do you think they (kyoraki, ukitake, byakuya and grimmjow) would do or say when they are feeling like they are losing you and they think you no longer love them as much, maybe because of their position as captains they work too much , they say the wrong things , they don't know how to express their feeling right, etc.

Hi🤗

It seems an interesting and also "realistic" request since being a captain involves a lot of effort and sometimes it can happen that they don't feel as connected to their s/o as they would like.

I brought some headcanons about the topic I hope you like it😊

____________________________________________

Shunsui :

He had become the commanding captain since Yamamoto's death.

He had never even thought of being his successor but there was no choice.

You and him were already together even before he took over this place and you were always by his side especially now when he needed you so much.

He sometimes felt sad that he didn't pay enough attention to you and didn't have time to be with you and was afraid that this could affect your relationship.

He then decided to talk to you and apologize for not always being able to be there but that he would never turn his back on you no matter how far apart you two are.

He was probably going to ask you if your feelings for him were still the same after all and you looked at him smiling

"Of course my lovely Shunsui, I know you must be busy because the future of Gotei 13 and Seireitei is now in your hands and you are doing an excellent job, don't worry about me"

He felt very relieved after hearing words from him.

Ukitake :

You and Ukitake were always very close to each other.

He admired you a lot but there were two things that often prevented him from being with you: his position as captain and his illness.

He sometimes felt that he wasn't enough because he couldn't be someone more present in your life or because he thought he couldn't be what you wanted him to be.

And when it wasn't the illness it was the frequent meetings between him and the other captains and he felt very distanced from you.

You used to take care of him when he was bad and when he was good you still took care of him because you promised that you would stay by his side through everything.

One of the times you were taking care of him, he said you deserved better because you are an amazing person who didn't deserve to go through this.

"Ukitake, I don't care. Your illness or your position is no reason for me to walk away from you. I'm here for the love I feel for you. I love you and I will never give up on you, so please don't give up on me or doubt my feelings please"

He felt so loved by your sweet words and thanked you for taking such good care of him.

Byakuya :

This man is very serious when it comes to his work but we also know that he cares deeply for those he loves even though he tries to hide it.

He always treasured every moment with you because he always had a lot of things to do and that's why it was hard to be with you.

He was always very responsible and never let paperwork pile up.

He also felt bad about not being there for you and often said he needed some time alone to organize things well so he could also have some time to breathe and you always respected his decisions.

He knew walking away from you could be painful but he had to.

"Y/n I hope you understand why I ask you for some time alone I really need some peace although it pains me to ask you for this"

"I love you and I will always respect your decisions. You can always trust me, I will never let you down. Even though I am far from you, I will always fulfill my duties"

He knew he could count on you for everything and that's why he chose you.

Grimmjow :

With grimmjow things are different because they involve different reasons.

With grimmjow it can be a bit more touchy since he has always lived a life alone and never had much time or anyone to relate to.

He never knew many things about love and it was difficult for him in the beginning to relate to you.

He liked you even though you had that strong, cocky personality. He only had doubts and fear of not being able to love you correctly.

He often asked you why you chose him when you could have found someone better.

"I could even get someone else who understands better about love but I wouldn't like her as much as I like you. I'm here to teach you everything. You don't need to love the same way as other people just love me as you know and I'll always be here don't worry" - you said

He looked at you for a moment but just dropped his head and looked away.

He loved you and you knew.

.

.

.

[kingofanemptyworld]

the other thing I really love about grimmichi as a ship is that you cannot separate Grimmjow from Ichigo no matter who you actually like him with romantically (if anyone). it’d be one thing if he came back in TYBW and either snubbed Ichigo or had moved on but no he is very much still gunning for a rematch. it’s been like 2 years. maybe not a lot of time for a hollow but I mean. c’mon. I’ll never be over Grimmjow trying to butt into the call with Urahara because he heard Ichigo’s voice on the other end. man was desperate for attention you can’t convince me otherwise

[ecoamerica]

Watch the 2024 American Climate Leadership Awards for High School Students now: https://youtu.be/5C-bb9PoRLc

The recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by student climate leaders! Join Aishah-Nyeta Brown & Jerome Foster II and be inspired by student climate leaders as we recognize the High School Student finalists. Watch now to find out which student received the $25,000 grand prize and top recognition!