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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 || 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐣𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐳

a/n: I’m terribly sorry if this wasn’t the greatest. I haven’t typed for anythign in a few days, so I feel incredibly rusty. But I edited what I thought needed editing and I hope it is good now.

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘱“

Inspo: Brandon - Elastic Jeremy Zucker - full stop

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Kurosaki!Male!reader

Summary: He made you into who you are now...

Warnings: Fluff and angst

Requested: @devilslilbandit

Words: 3971

It felt like you were in an endless freefall—body weighing heavier than anything imaginable as you slowly fell to the ground that you never seemed to meet. If anything, the limitless descent gave the feeling of water surrounding you and invading every inch of your figure as you allowed it to carry you further and further into the unknown. The ripples of bubbles escaping your nose and parted lips with your eyes heavy, able to see the light above you become smaller and smaller each second.

But the further you went, the more you felt yourself change. Mind fracturing and jumbled incompletely with your body becoming numb. You were losing yourself and you didn’t even know it. Body becoming morphed into something beyond your understanding and knowledge. And by the time you finally felt the solid surface of what felt like sand, you opened your eyes.

Sitting up and looking around, only to find endless, barren, sand dunes. “Ichigo?” You called shakily, looking down. Your eyes only widen at the sight of paws resembling your hands. Looking down, you found your body covered in fur, and your tail that was stiff, from your emotions going haywire at the sudden sight of you being a cat.

“What the hell?” You murmured, standing up on your legs and looking for any sight of your younger brother. “Ichigo? Ichigo, where are you?” Yet, all you found in response was the howling winds and particles of sand that got in your eyes and fur. Releasing a whimper as you curled in a ball, eyes cautiously peeking out to spot the familiar orange mob that would belong to your brother. But as the seconds ticked down and slowly turned from seconds to minutes, to hours, you soon realized that he wasn’t coming. He wasn’t coming to save you as he promised. “Ichigo, please. I need you.”

Days blended into one another and time began to fade from your mind. Nothing changed from the landscape/anything with your surroundings. Only knowing the fair amount of Hollows that came across your path where you hid or ran from the devilish creatures. You knew enough about Hollow and knew what to expect from the many years you had spent with Ichigo gaining his powers. But never did you think you would be roaming the seemingly endless desert where the Hollows roamed with free will. You didn’t belong here, and they all knew it.

The mundane schedule of you sleeping in a tiny ball, walking in hopes of finding someone, and getting chased by Hollows was getting tiring. Seeing the same dark cloudy sky was becoming boring and only made you wish that you had met a simpler fate and not a torturous one such as this. Made to endure until you likely would give up and accept that Ichigo had likely forgotten you.

“Would you look at this little kitty.” That disgusting voice that you’d been hearing for days now filled the air, being carried with the winds. You were held between two giant fingers, neck threatening to snap with the tiniest flick of his finger. His lifeless eyes and toothy grin made the fur all over your body stand up on its end with a growl vibrating through your throat.

The pitiful sound made the Hollow laugh maniacally. “Oh, is the little pussy cat going to scratch me?” He mocked, looking to one of the other Hollows by his side. “We can split him in two and share-” Before he could finish, he let out a scream at the feeling of you attacking his eye. Claws and teeth digging and ripping at the tough organ, narrowly avoiding each slap of the Hollow’s hand that came down upon his own face.

By the time you had been ripped from his eye, you had created an irreversible hole. Blood leaked out of the crevis as you had been tossed to the ground. Your pale white fur became beautifully contrasted with the red that seemed to match perfectly. But at this point, from the force of your body hitting the ground, you didn’t know if some of the blood belonged to yours or if it was his.

But as you shakily rose to your feet, swaying slightly, you saw the Hollow hold his eyes. The crimson breached through the cracks of his fingers as he looked down at you. “I’m going to kill you, you little shit-” As his hand reached out for you, you closed your eyes. Expecting to finally be released from this hellish torment. But what you heard was a scream with your fur being drenched in some sort of liquid. A screech fell from your lips as your eyes shot wide, finding the Hollows being killed left and right. Limbs cut to bits with the sound of laughter filling the air.

It was a blur of how fast the attacker was teleporting. You couldn’t keep your eyes trained on them for any longer than a second. Each slash of their sword sent gusts of wind in the vicinity and nearly propelled you back by the force. Their spiritual pressure was nothing you had felt before. Ichigo was strong, but you were tempted to even say that this person or thing was stronger. All you could do was watch the Hollows be killed one by one until you were the last living Hollow in the radius. Although you were glad for your saviour, you knew you were in the land of the Hollows. Not any normal Hollow had this type of strength and speed like you’d just seen.

And who the hell laughs like a crazy person while killing Hollows?

As you were about to stand up, not wishing to be caught and killed, someone teleported in front of you. Their feet were the first thing you saw before you slowly took in their full appearance. White and black were the main colour pallet for their clothes, but what caught your eye was the sizable hole in the center of their stomach. A long scar panning from their left collarbone to their lower right abdomen. But once you saw no sign of breasts, you looked up at the man that stared down at you curiously. His lips were moving; speaking to you, but you couldn’t care. You were flabbergasted by his sky-blue eyes, a colour you forgot ever existed. His hair matched the colour of his eyes with teal eyeliner wings in the corner of his eyes. And on the right side of his face, the cheek and teeth of a skull were attached to his face, but it somehow only made him all the more attractive. He was a specimen if you’d ever seen one.

“Oye!” You blinked, finally realizing the man, or whatever he was, had been talking to you. His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing in clear annoyance by your lack of response.

“Umm, hi?” You greeted shakily, thankful that your nervous smile couldn’t be seen. That and the warmth you felt on your face by your obvious staring. “Thank you for helping me. I’ll just continue on my way.”

He watched as you turned around, beginning to walk before you fell on your side. Chest rising and falling in rapid choked breaths. You had definitely injured yourself in the fight. Maybe you broke a rib or there was internal bleeding. Or-

“We aren’t done here, kitty.” Two large hands picked you up, a gasp falling from your lips as you were cradled in the mysterious man’s arms. You watched him stare ahead of him, beginning to walk with a clenched jaw.

There was no reason for this man to help you. It wasn’t like you were wanting to be helped. You were forgetting what life before this was like and you wanted to keep some memory of it before you lost your mind here. So, death seemed like the next greatest thing. But now, you were being reminded of the beautiful blue skies that use to be hung over you each day. How each day when you looked into the sky, it was a brand new canvas of uniqueness that you hadn’t seen any other time.

Years passed and things were drastically changing for you. In the fact that you weren’t a cat anymore and finally in your human form. And as for right now, you were dealing with a rather annoying Ulquiorra that wouldn’t stop staring at you from across the table. Aizen’s voice was loud and clear but simply ignored as you looked at the man across from you with a raise of your brow.

“Is there something you would like to save, Ulquiorra?” You questioned, silencing Aizen from his long tangent. All the Espada turning towards the two of you in question.

“You and Grimmjow, you’re planning something,” he stated simply. “I will give you this one chance before-”

Before he could finish, you flash-stepped and pressed your sword to his throat. Leaning down for your lips to be right beside his ear and smiling. “Now, listening here, kiddo,” you muttered. “Other’s may find you scary or powerful even, but I don’t. I know of your second form which would only be fun to be up against in my Vasto Lorde form.”

Pressing the sword deeper into his neck, you hissed, “But I swear, on my life, if you say his fucking name or suggest something that isn’t true, I’ll parade your corpse everywhere imaginable.” You tapped his cheek, turning his chair towards Aizen, who watched with some form of curiosity. “Now, apologize to the boss man for being an asshole.”

Now, when you first joined the Espada, not many people considered you a threat. But Grimmjow only told you to use that to your advantage. Get stronger to a point that was nearly unimaginable for any of them to understand. And that was exactly what you did. Having enough power to hide your spiritual pressure until you felt the need to release it as a warning.

And feeling the sudden shimmering of Spiritual Pressure, Ulquiorra couldn’t help but gasp. He banked off of people being afraid of him and giving up when it came to going against him. But you had been silent in every single meeting they had and you’d been running to places with Grimmjow. Either planning something or training. But the feeling of your strength did leave Ulquiorra’s hands shaking slightly.

“I am sorry,” he muttered, before the weight of your Spiritual Pressure disappeared with your barely nicking his neck with your sword. Silently walking away and exiting the assembly hall with Grimmjow close in tow.

By the time the two of you were outside, Grimmjow had you pinned to a wall with his lips planted against yours. A whine fell from your lips as you held onto the waistband of his pants. Cold fingers teasing his pelvis with your delicate fingers brushing across his skin. Smiling at the groan that rose in Grimmjow’s throat.

Parting just a breath away, Grimmjow smiled down at you. Your bruised lips, and flushed cheeks, you were everything he knew you to be when he found you all those years ago. “My sweet, little kitten.”

“Ichigo Kurosaki!” Grimmjow’s thunderous voice filled the endless landscape of Hueco Mundo. A realm that you once thought to be lifeless beside the few Hollows that threatened your life. But now, you were feeling a mixture of spiritual pressures that made your head heavy.

But you were trying to focus on your brother that had finally come to find you, or that was what you’d like to believe at least. That hope and idea were long forgotten years ago. They disappeared the moment Grimmjow appeared in your life. The moment he smiled at you for the first time. And the first time he held. Ichigo had been a memory to your mind and you were to his. It may have hurt at first, but you accepted it with due time and moved on.

“Oh, you’re brother, eh?” Grimmjow scratched the back of his head, lips curving into a devilish smile. “I killed him the moment I learned he shared your last name- Oh, no!” The man watched the flicker of light in the distance before a deafened gust sliced through the air. The impact was delayed by a millisecond, but when it registered, everyone in the radius was sent flying.

In a flash of blue, an explosion ahead of Grimmjow caused dirt and debris to fly up. The ground and infrastructure around the group wailed under the stress of the force. Grimmjow groaned, trying to turn his cheek and evade the pebbles that pelted against his face. But with his squinted eyes, he could see that all too familiar silhouette through the clouds of smoke. A hint of a smile twitched on his face as the smoke finally cleared.

Ichigo watched with furrowed brows as the sight of bellowing locks could be seen on a figure. Their vivid orange stands out like a sore thumb with their drastic shorter height only adding to who Ichigo believed to be in front of him. And when the smoke finally cleared, he saw you.

You stared at him, lips pursing as you blinked rapidly, feeling the warmth behind your eyes. Lips parting barely a centimetre as you exhaled shakily. He looked so different. His hair was faintly longer, nothing too different. His eyes were kinder and softer from the usual judgemental glare they used to be held toward you. And they were sure as hell different when you saw tears brimming along the edges. A sight that was so foreign that you couldn’t help but need to bring it close and see if you were simply being deceived.

Letting out a chuckle as you opened your arms in welcome, smiling softly with your own tears sliding down your cheeks. “Hey, Ichigo.”

It took Ichigo a moment, eyes and mind trying to process the person in front of him. You. You were alive. You were here, with him. Anyone could understand how he felt his own sense of confusion and doubt, but when he fell into your arms, he knew you were real. Although you were unimaginably smaller compared to him, you held him like he was a child. Holding his face in your shoulder, handfuls of your baggy jacket being balled in his hands as he dropped his sword to melt into your grasp.

The both of you stood there for a few moments, forgetting the very noticeable problem that the two of you were faced with. But it fell to the back of your guys’ minds when you two parted an arm’s length. Ichigo shook his head as he stared at you with parted lips. “I thought- When Byakuya killed you, he-” Ichigo could barely form a proper sentence before you chuckled softly.

Hands holding his cheeks as you smiled softly. “I died, yes,” you confirmed. “But I was brought here, to Hueco Mundo where Grimmjow found me. He saved my life, Ichigo.”

Speaking of Grimmjow, he watched with an incredulous look on his face, watching you and Ichigo talk. A pang of jealousy in his chest as he cleared his throat, recoiling slightly when you turned your head with a deadpan expression. Able to see the twitch of your nose as you glared at him daringly. “Y/n! I am fighting your brother-”

Before he could even explain himself, you flash-stepped from Ichigo’s arms and tackled Grimmjow. A yell fell from Grimmjow’s lips as you straddled his waist, gripping the collar of his jacket and shaking his body violently. “I know what you’re doing, you idiot!” You yelled. “And don’t think you’re getting away with saying you “killed me”. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll back the hell off right now!”

“Babe, I get it! Let me breathe! I can’t breathe!”

Ichigo stood there, confusion written all over his face as Orihime stood beside him, just as confused. “Well, we found him, I guess,” she said.

“Yeah, and there is a lot that has changed,” Ichigo added.

As soon as you had finished trying to kill Grimmjow, you waved for your brother to follow. Grimmjow and Ichigo butting head to head, hissing insults at one another. But although they held an intense rivalry with one another, they never engaged because you were here. And it wasn’t out of fear of hurting you because judging by you being Espada and having a much greater Spiritual Pressure then Grimmjow, you could handle them both.

But Ichigo could also tell that just by the smile you held, the way you silently reached for Grimmjow’s hand and how he accepted without question, you were happy. Of course, before Byakuya killed you you were happy, but this was different. Although Hueco Mundo was mundane with its features, he could see the glimmer in your eyes when you took in its plain views. This was your life and you seemed happy living like this.

More importantly, you seemed happy with Grimmjow. Someone who’d been causing some serious problems for Ichigo since they first met. Smiling and pushing Grimmjow away every time he tried to sneak a kiss, to which you blushed and reminded him of Ichigo’s and Orihime’s presence. And very often did Ichigo hear Grimmjow whisper, “I’ll kill him if he thinks I’m going to stop showing my love to you, kitten.”

But this love and genuine happiness that you had for him, did that mean you knew what he was doing and what he’d done? How he hurt Rukia? He sure hoped so because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could play the buddy card until they eventually fought.

Eventually, all four of you stood on a large tower, given a beautiful sight of what could be seen of the plain realm. A realm that you couldn’t understand why Grimmjow wanted to rule over. Yet, you found it amusing of all the “great” things he would do for Hueco Mundo.

“Ichigo, I brought you here to show you something,” you stated, walking toward the edge of the tower. Looking back at your brother, you tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear and waved him over. “I need you here to see it for you to understand the implications.”

With cautious eyes directed to Grimmjow, who simply kept his nose in the crown of your hair, Ichigo walked over. Coming to your side where you grabbed his hand softly and raised it to the sky. The dark clouds of the night slowly began to part with the moon rising high. “What’s happening?” Orihime muttered softly.

“Y/n’s powers are allowing Ichigo to see what’s hidden,” Grimmjow stated. “A truth none of the other Espada know about, except Baraggan, the ruler of Hueco Mundo. It took time, but not even Ulquiorra can find our secret.”

The clouds soon parted completely and Ichigo could only see two stars in the sky. Two singles stars shone brightly with the faintest glimmer in the gap between them. Ichigo lowered his hand, brows scrunching together as he tried to silently find the reason why you were showing him this. What was so important about this that it needed his attention?

“Ichigo, look at me.” Your gentle order was heard and followed. Your younger brother looking and finding you placing a heart over your chest where a glow was found around the edges. That alone was enough to emit a glow from Grimmjow’s chest. “Grimm and I… we’re bounded as one.”

It had been two years after the both of you met and 7 months after you guys started dating that you had the strength and idea to bring Grimmjow the possibility of relief if one of you were to die. Now, of course, Grimmjow promised he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you and he would kill them if they glanced in your direction. But after explaining your plan and giving your reason, he was more than willing to accept.

“I’m sorry, I- I don’t understand,” Ichigo sputtered, staring at you incredulously. “You are one person?”

“Well, not exactly,” you chuckled. “We’re two entities, but our hearts are made into one by the connection I created. I can feel when he’s nervous, excited, sad just by the melody of his heart.”

Still, Ichigo stared at you in confusion and you glanced up at Grimmjow. Finding his kind eyes focused solely on yours, nodding in approval to telling the most important detail. Looking back at Ichigo, you bit your bottom lip. “If I were to die, or Grimmjow, the other would follow instantaneously,” you stated. “Hearts or whatever you want to call it stop at the same moment.”

The way you spoke about this was so soft and content that it scared Ichigo. How could you be so fine with dying so unexpectedly? Didn’t you want to come home and see everyone? Didn’t you want something more than Hueco Mundo and the war that seemed to be brewing?

But Ichigo couldn’t find himself blaming you for wanting something different. As long as he could remember, you were always trying to do your own thing whilst your guys’ dad wished for you to become a doctor or something. Now, you had free will. You had the power you wished to be happy and not feel judged or forced into something you didn’t want. Here, with Grimmjow, you had everything you needed. A life you never thought possible and a safe key to saving you from any pain that could occur if you lost Grimmjow.

“You can’t be serious, right?” Ichigo muttered. “I came here to bring you back. But you’re now telling me that if he attacks me and I accidentally kill him, I kill you?” His voice wavered, clear confusion in his words as he stared at you. It wasn’t something you expected him to accept. If it was him in your shoes with Orihime, you’d likely be locking them up in the Soul Society as you went and found a way to change their decision. But this was you.

You’d travelled miles in Hueco Mundo, your soul had been battered and forgotten. But when you joined the Espada and worked effortlessly up the ranks, you found meaning and love. Maybe it wasn’t the greatest place based on who led them, but it was better than wandering Hueco Mundo and searching for something to kill you. And you found love in the recklessly, self-intitled, little shit named Grimmjow that you loved more than life itself. Because if life were to seise, all you wished was to be with him through it. To feel his arms hold you and never plan on letting go.

“Ichigo,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I don’t expect you to understand it and that’s fine. But this is my decision and my warning. I can keep Grimm on a short leash, but this doesn’t change what could happen if you hurt him.” You walked towards your brother, placing a hand on his shoulder softly. “But you have my sword. Call upon me and I’ll be there to fight.”

He nodded slowly, looking past you and towards Grimmjow, who had his arms crossed firmly over his chest. “Grimm with also assist you if need be.” You turned your head towards your boyfriend and glared. “Isn’t that right, Grimm?”

The blue-haired man scoffed, grabbing the back of your jacket and yanking you into his chest. Pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead and sighing, “Yeah, whatever.” He wouldn’t say it in front of anyone except you, but whatever you asked from him, he would do. So, if that meant you wished for him to fight by Ichigo’s side, then he would. And if it secured a longer life with you, he wouldn’t hesitate.

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rose-riot-johnson · 4 months

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Okay my Tumblr Peeps... I decided to write a fanfic about non other than Bleach's very own Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez🐆😁👍It may not be my 1st time writing about him, to be honest, however it's definitely my 1st time writing about him by himself🐆😃👍Any1 who is a fan of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, I definitely have a treat for you🐆😁👍I just have so many ideas I have planned for this fanfic about Grimmjow😃👍 Also, apologies ahead of time if Grimmjow's pov, ends up having more paragraphs than the reader' pov (which I labeled your pov), considering this is the first fanfic I will have reader's pov and the character's pov😅

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

🩵🐆What Happened To You, During The Nightclub Incident🐆🩵(Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Female Reader)

Genres: Angst (Possible Dark Angst) (Warning⚠️: Language, Trigger Warnings Include; Alcohol Consumption, Drugging, Violence, Blood, and Anything Unspeakable Depending On the Reader's Imagination)

The introduction:

You were invited by your friends to go with them to a night club they frequently go to. You accepted their invite, because you really have never been to a night club or any bars before, you were more comfortable going to places with your friends for some reason, and you weren't sure if you would have that opportunity again. You felt like you have known your friends for years, that they're the best friends you had ever had and you figured they're the ones you have your back. You truly trust no one else as much as you trusted your friends, so you believe in your heart that you could never have better friends than the friends you have...

Your pov:

You were already dressed, dolled up, and ready by the time your friends picked you up from the nightclub, your friends took you. You were extremely excited to to be there for the first time ever. You then noticed a man with blue hair and blue eyes, who was smiling at you (while drinking a glass of vodka), however his expression seems to switch after he saw your friends. Your friends told you that he's like this with most people and is a trouble maker, then told you to watch out for him, because they think he's a creep with anyone he likes, not to trust him, and called him a "sexual predator". To you he didn't seem like it, however how can you not trust your friends you figured.

A group of men, then went up to you, as your friends introduced you to the men who are near you. These men also said some things about him, as if they're warning you about him, then one of these men seemingly assured you, "Pay no attention to him! He may start trouble, but we know how to deal with trouble makers like him! Just let us know, if he starts anything with you!", before he seemingly warned you, "If I were you, I'd keep my distance from him!", After they went elsewhere inside the nightclub, one of your friends said, "See? Even these gorgeous guys said this blue hair guy is trouble... But don't worry, (Female Reader Name)..., Then the friend who was talking was encouraging you to dance with one if the other me on the dance floor.

You were having so much fun dancing on the dance floor that you forgot your drink. After you got done dancing with the guy, you went back to where your friends were, as they cheered you on, before drinking your drink. "It's strange... I only took a couple sips of the drink and I'm feeling kinda funny right now...". Your friends then laughed as one of them said, "Maybe because your alcohol tolerance is low and we need to get it up higher...", before the second friend said, "Or possibly you're having such a good time, where you forgot you couldn't handle your booze", as all of your friends laughed before you feel into one of the men's arms passing out and drugged...

Grimmjow's pov:

Grimmjow is an (sixth or shall we say sexta) Espada, type of Arrancar, which is a type of hollow. He would occasionally go to the night club, to have a couple drinks, while trying to keep to himself (despite of his temper), then leave, however the night you went in that nightclub with your friends, he watched you. He sees your friends often when he's there (and he couldn't stand them), however to him there's something about you that is different about you.

While Grimmjow watches you he saw a group of men hanging around your friends, telling you negative stuff about him, as one of these men say, "Pay no attention to him! He may start trouble, but we know how to deal with trouble makers like him! Just let us know, if he starts anything with you! If I were you, I'd keep my distance from him!", as if he was warning you. After they went elsewhere inside the nightclub, they talked to you, as if they seemed like to have your back, then acted like they're encouraging you, as they had you dance with one of the other men on the dance floor. Once you went on the dance floor with one of the other men, it the man who was talking, the rest of the men, and your friends were putting stuff in your drink that appears to be, roofies (short for the actual name, rohypnol), ecstasy, and cocaine, all mixed together right with the alcohol you were drinking and Grimmjow madesure he recorded the whole thing.

The reason why Grimmjow can't stand your friends nor those men you just met, because he has been overhearing some stuff they mean stuff about you and even said about you as they complained, "I wished we could just get rid of her, because why I don't know why in the fuck we're friends with that loser in the first place, besides feeling sorry for her!", then the men would come over look for a "hot chick" to do unspeakable things to and your friends mentioned about bringing you over to the nightclub for them to try laying their hands on you. So, when the night that you came with your friends arrived he knew he had to find a way to get proof, so ofcourse he's going to record your friends true colors with his touchscreen cellphone.

As much as it makes Grimmjow cringe only rewatch and record the whole thing, especially with your friends calling you a "bitch" and a "virgin hoe", then laughing at you from feeling the drugged effect of drinking the beverage your friends and the rest of the group of men put drugs in, before you ending up passed out drugged up into the talkative man's arms, Grimmjow knows he rather not cause trouble until he's done recording, while he sensing your friends take advantage of you by their backstabbing tactics for how naive and gullible you really are with them, and will need some form of solid proof to show you who "your friends" truly are. After he gets done recording, the group of men were about to take you to the ally way, however before they were able to carry you outside to take you to the ally way, Grimmjow went up to the men and began to punch one of the men in the face and knocked him out cold. The rest of the men tried attack him and quickly bring you outside, he pound some of their heads to a bloody pulp, twist a couple of the men's arms, a few he gave them a bloody nose, and he even kicked the talkative man in the balls. When one of your friends tried to complain and the rest of your friends were about to take you outside to dispose of you, by throwing you in the dumpster, Grimmjow scolded, "Don't you dare fucken, do what I fucken think you're about to do as your back up plan! I knew you were terrible friends to your friend who is (Female Reader Name)! However I just didn't fucken know you ladies and those men were in on drugging the kind looking lady! You ladies and those men seem like you're all out to get her! You are basically working with those men who have a history of drugging other women! For all of your actions you ladies have committed, none of you deserve a friend like her! Infact she deserves better than two faced backstabbing jerks like all of you ladies! Every single one of you disgust me! We're leaving and never coming back here!". Grimmjow then carried you in his arm, leaving the nightclub and finding a place to take care to look after you.

The aftermath of the nightclub incident:

As you were waking up, you saw that you weren't in the nightclub with your "friends". You saw you were in an abandoned motel room that doesn't look abandoned, then you saw the blue haired man your friends and the group of men were talking bad about, as if they seemed to warn you. You were frightened and was thinking about trying to run away out of fear, however the blue haired man calmly said, "Relax... You're safe now... From all of the times I heard your so called friends mentioned about you and your name, you must be (Female Reader Name), if I'm not mistaken...", before introducing himself, "My name's Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez... Call me Grimmjow...". You then in a frightened state cried, "Why are you talking about about my friends? And you are the bad man who my friends and those men warmed me about... What have you done to me? What have you done to my friends?". Grimmjow gave you an annoyed and not surprised look as he replied, "What I done to you and what have I done to your friends?! I knew you would believe everything they say! It's more like what those men and your "friends" did to you and their motives! I saved your life! Those friends of your are not your friends and are backstabbers who only took you as a friend out of pity! They even called you a loser and I don't see why they think of you as such! Those men and those who you call your friends are fucken cowards and your friends were even about to throw you in the dumpster after I defended you against those men who were about to do unspeakable things to you!", before handing you his cellphone, as he continued, "And if you don't fucken believe me, you have my permission to see the video of last night! Watch the evidence of your fake friends true colors, while I cook some food for you!".

You watched the whole video, Grimmjow recorded. As you were watching the video, you were horrified at everything he was recording. What your "friends" and those men doing with your drink, everything your "friends" said about you, them laughing at you while you were drinking and you passing out drugged after you were drinking. You ended up shaking wondering if you really are everything your friends said about you or if you could really trust anyone, before you bursted to tears. Once Grimmjow finished cooking, he then went to check on you, as he then said, "I'm truly sorry you haf to see this video for yourself, however I can sense your so naive and gullible to the point where you believe everything they say! I hate to say this... They probably have never been truly your friends...".

You went to hug Grimmjow as you cried on his left shoulder, as you continued to sob, "This is all my fault! If I never had any drinks, then non of this would have happened! If I can't trust my friends, who in the hell can I trust?!". Grimmjow then hugged you, while petting the back of your head, as he replied, "Unfortunately that's life... They're just the wrong friends for you... Also don't blame yourself! None of this is your fault and you didn't know better! Those me and your fake friends are in fault... Not you! Now you know who really are trying to make you their prey... And I get we just met, however maybe we should know eachother better, so we can work on trusting eachother... I will admit... I might be an asshole, but I'm not as heartless, as I seem to be...". After the conversation you and Grimmjow had together, he letted you eat the food he cooked for you that you were able to eat up, to ensure you feel better, considering you were having an upset stomach from what happened to you at the nightclub that night.

After you were feeling all better, you and Grimmjow agreed on letting you live in Hueco Mundo, considering that you would live anywhere he would live in. Despite that he did warn you that Hueco Mundo is a dangerous place to live in considering there are hollows who are extremely strong, mean, and heartless who have no honor, you still would be happy to go anywhere with him, because he saved your life and you knew you would feel safer in Hueco Mundo, than you would bring around those who you thought were your friends. Years after living with Grimmjow in Hueco Mundo, you never looked back, as you felt in your heart, soul, and gut that this is one of the best decisions you had ever made. (Up to the reader's imagination if she does end up having a relationship with Grimmjow)

🐆🩵The End🩵🐆

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a platonic paradox

pairing: grimmjow x reader

warnings: swearing lol thats it

summary: He loves me... he loves me not… he loves me... he... is an emotionally constipated Arrancar with less than desirable social skills and a pension for jealousy. What could possibly go wrong?

One… two… three… four… five shots later, and reality finally starts to blur at the edges. Fuzzier and fuzzier, the strobe lights turn as they cut across blackened space, glowing in feverish haste.

Maybe drinking on an empty stomach isn’t the greatest of your ideas, but no one’s coined you as a genius thus far, and you certainly never claimed to be one. Plus, you have a valid reason for knocking back a row of tequila: men. Or, more specifically, one man who goes by the name Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez—the bane of your existence and one of your closest friends. However, friend is a term you use very loosely after the earlier fight.

The mere thought of him incites another scowl from you… and a sixth shot that slides down your throat like oil in a car—smooth and familiar.

You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to face the person on your left—a head of ginger pops into view, only to be pushed aside by a tiny girl with an irritated yet concerned expression pasted onto her delicate features. Inoue only smiles as Rukia takes her spot next to you and inspects the row of shot glasses on the booth table in front of you.

“You need to stop,” Rukia demands.

You barely register her words over the thumping bass of the speakers. The club is a swarm of warm bodies, alcohol, pulsing lights, and wall-shaking music. Through the haze and humidity, you make out the DJ standing at the south end of the venue, directly opposite your booth.

“You worry too much.” You wave your hand, dismissing Rukia.

She tries prying the drink you just ordered from your hands but fails miserably.

“For good reason! We’re going to have to carry you home at this rate.”

Orihime pats Rukia on the shoulder in a calming manner. It doesn’t quite work, but she tries anyway. Ever the pacifist.

“I think Rukia’s trying to say that we’re worried about you. What exactly happened?”

Ichigo appears from the crowd and slides in next to his fiancé, beer in hand. “Yeah, what’s going on? You called us out without explanation and started drinking like you were on a personal mission to destroy your liver.”

“I can handle my liquor.” You roll your eyes at your friends’ questioning looks.

“Y/N,” Orihime presses.

You groan. “Fine! Fine.”

They all wait expectantly as you down another drink. Every shot turns the world one degree mistier.

“Grimmjow and I got into a fight,” you grit out. The words taste like gravel on your tongue.

The three of them exchange a look.

You frown. “What?”

“It’s just… isn’t that pretty common?” Ichigo asks.

“No. We argue, sure, but today he… went too far. He was being an asshole—more so than usual. You’d think he’d be nicer to the person who acclimated him to human society. Stupid overgrown cat,” you huff.

“What did he say?” Ichigo takes a swig of his beer.

You pause. The whole argument that led to this moment was dumb. So dumb that you can’t even remember what instigated it. All you recall is the hurt washing over you at the end—a vile, sickening sensation that festered like rot in your chest because of the words Grimmjow bit out right before you walked out the door: You’re nothing special.

In hindsight, what he said wasn’t even that awful. Yet it shredded you the moment it left his lips. Perhaps you took it so hard because you thought you were special to him—in the same way he is to you. The irritating reality is Grimmjow has grown to become one of your closest confidantes. Your best friend. To be cast aside like that… to mean nothing of importance to him… is a harsh and gutting revelation—one that sets fire to your throat and incinerates whatever affection you had left for him to absolute ash.

“Nothing of importance,” you mutter.

The others don’t pry any further, sensing you no longer want to talk about it. They’d be right; you don’t want to talk about it… you don’t even want to think about it, especially since the earlier alcohol-induced buzz has now morphed into full-on drunk goggles.

“I’m gonna go dance.” You’re already halfway across the dance floor before Rukia scrambles to catch up with you.

Orihime slides her attention over to her fiancé. “Uh. Kurosaki?”

Ichigo dials a number into his phone and brings it to his ear. “Already on it.”

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It is 1:58 am, and Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez has never been more miserable in his entire life. Not when he was a mindless hollow, not even when he lost to Ichigo—that orange-haired freak of nature.

No. The almighty former Espada has been reduced to a mopey mess by a mere human. And an annoying one at that.

It’s been almost five hours since Grimmjow last heard from you. Four of them he’s spent trying to convince himself you’d come back soon like you always do—with that gentle smile on your face that he’s grown disgustingly accustomed to.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Grimmjow clenches the phone in his hand and his arm jerks—almost chucking the device at the insufferable clock ticking in the corner. It is a constant reminder that you haven’t returned to him. He only stops himself from throwing the phone once he remembers how much the hunk of metal had cost him.

Stupid human inventions.

If it weren’t for the need to constantly message and call you about, well… anything really, Grimmjow would never have spent a cent on the damned thing.

The phone clatters onto the coffee table as Grimmjow resumes his prior (pitiful) position on the couch: flat on his stomach, face down, and legs draped over the edge.

Grimmjow frowns—pouts—into the cushions. Twenty minutes pass. Then thirty. Finally, a vibration cuts through the air.

Someone’s calling him.

Grimmjow jerks up and unceremoniously falls off the couch in haste to check the notification. His high hopes are immediately dashed when a familiar contact name comes into view: Prick. His shoulders slump, and he lets it ring a couple of times before lazily thumbing the screen to answer the call.

“The hell do you want?”

“Are you busy?” Ichigo’s voice is barely perceptible amidst the deafening music blaring through the phone’s speakers.

Grimmjow grimaces, pulling his ear away from the phone, then glances at the coffee table in front of him. A half-melted tub of chocolate ice cream stares back, a mocking reminder of his dramatics grief. Just above the sugary mess sits a large-screen TV—one currently playing a series of films that fit perfectly under the “romantic comedy” genre.

Grimmjow turns around and faces away from the scene. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Who do you think I am? Of course, I’m fucking busy.”

“Right… guess I’ll get Y/N home by mys—“

With keys in hand, Grimmjow is already headed out the door when he gruffly cuts Ichigo off. “Address. Now.”

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Tall, dark, and handsome wraps an arm around your waist as you sway to the suggestive beat.

Rukia’s long gone. You lost sight of her when the crowd drew you further into the dance floor. You don’t particularly care where the shinigami went—probably back to the booth—as the alcoholic haze clouding your mind bars you from focusing on anything but the gorgeous man next to you. He leans in, clearly interested in something other than dancing, but still asks: “Would you like to dance?”

You study his features. Short black hair sweeps over honey-brown eyes that are shadowed by long lashes. He smirks, showing off a dimple on his left cheek. He’s a looker, for sure.

Not bad at all, but nowhere near Grimmjow.

The thought jolts you. Grimmjow has nothing to do with the person beside you. So why is it that every passing second serves as a reminder of him?

You shake those useless thoughts away and plaster a lazy smile on your face. You pull the stranger towards you and wrap your arms around his neck as you move to the beat. He presses up against you, forehead on yours. His lips are millimetres from yours, and his lidded gaze glitters with desire. You welcome it.

For once, you’re lost to the dizzying heat and drunken thrills of the night, and you’re ready to get lost in the arms of a stranger—someone who, hopefully, will distract you from the man plaguing every dark corner of your mind.

A tilt of the chin brings you closer to him. He leans in, and you close your eyes, ready for a welcome distraction. But before your lips can meet, the man across from you is harshly yanked back, and a flurry of familiar voices bombards you from all directions.

You blink twice, trying to take in the scene before you.

Firstly, Grimmjow is here. He’s clutching so tightly onto your poor dance partner’s shoulder that it’s a miracle his collarbone hasn’t shattered. The guy looks terrified… and for a good reason. Grimmjow is pissed. Hell, even that would be an understatement. An air of rage so heavy you almost mistake it for spiritual pressure ripples off him in waves. His normally cavalier expression is distorted. Gone are his usual smirks or annoyed scowls. In their place sits a mask of absolute crazed, seething fury. If looks could kill, this whole club would be home to a mountain of corpses by now.

Secondly, the shouts you hear originate from Ichigo and the two girls; all three are trying to push through the crowd to make it to you and the blue-haired psychopath before you. Thanks to the dark atmosphere, overbearing music, and the fact you’re all in an isolated corner of the club, no one else seems to notice the complete disaster unfolding before your eyes.

Ichigo breaks through the sea of people and immediately hooks his arms under Grimmjow’s. It takes almost all his strength to drag the Arrancar back a metre or two.

Ichigo struggles to keep Grimmjow at bay. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’ll kill you after I get my hands on him. Fucking let go!” Grimmjow pulls free from Ichigo’s grasp and steps toward the other man.

That split second snaps you to attention, and you run to block him. In less than a second, you’re in front of the other guy and facing a murderous Grimmjow; arms spread out in a protective stance. You wobble a bit and curse yourself for getting this inebriated.

Grimmjow freezes. The look in his eyes—a strange mixture of annoyance, hurt, and unfathomable anger—makes you uneasy.

“What, pray tell, are you doing?” You mentally high-five yourself for not slurring your words. It isn’t easy in your current state.

Grimmjow scoffs. “You’re actually protecting this guy?”

Said guy peeps up with: “Look, I’m sorry. Didn’t realize you had a partner.”

You turn to him and scrunch your nose. “I am not his partner.”

Grimmjow makes a snarling sound behind you.

You whip back towards him. “And you. Are you insane?! Why the hell would you do that?”

Grimmjow shifts closer. You have to tilt your head up to glare at him. His breath fans your face as he answers.

“He put his hands on you. You think I’m just gonna let that shit slide?” He’s speaking low. Rough. Dangerous.

You open your mouth to retort, only to find yourself dangling upside down from Grimmjow’s shoulder. He just hauled you up like a sack of flour.

This bastard.

As if on instinct, you immediately start wiggling in his grasp and thumping on his back, yelling at him to put you down. The struggling only drives him to tighten his hold on you as he marches the two of you out the club doors.

“Keep doing that, and I’ll drop you.”

Bastard move.

“Put me down!” You let out a yell in irritation. Grimmjow pretends not to hear you.

From your peripheral vision, you catch sight of Rukia, followed by the other two, scrambling to catch up. Orihime apologizes profusely to the bouncer at the door for the commotion caused by the man carrying you.

“Ichigo, help!”

Ichigo only shakes his head in disappointment as Grimmjow increases his pace.

Traitor.

Maybe it’s the liquid courage. Or perhaps it’s because you’ve finally lost it, but you raise a hand and land a hard smack on Grimmjow’s ass.

He stiffens. “What the f-“

“I’ll do it again if you don’t put me down this instant, you goddamn psychopath,” you warn.

Instead of complying, he shifts you until you’re being carried in his arms bridal-style. He just cut off your accessibility to his ass. Although you can’t ponder that disappointment for too long, the realization of what he’s about to do dawns on you when he takes a slow step backward.

“Grimmjow, don’t you dare-“Your own shriek cuts you off as he rips through the air and propels you toward the sky. You can only tighten your hold on his neck and bury your face in his shoulder as biting winds whip around you at the speed of light. Despite the cool night air, Grimmjow is warm to the touch. In less than five seconds, you’re staring at the front door of his apartment.

The son of a bitch just sonido-ed you across the city.

Grimmjow finally puts you down as he fishes the keys from his pocket. The whole time he hasn’t said a single word to you.

“Why are we here?” You reluctantly follow him into the familiar unit.

He has his back turned to you. Broad shoulders hunch over as he removes his shoes. Three seconds later, he flops onto the couch while running a hand down his face, quietly letting out a sigh of exhaustion and a hint of something else.

You sit in the spot next to him and pull your legs up. You shift until you’re facing him and only inches away.

You poke him in the stomach. It’s a habit you have that Grimmjow complains about constantly, but he never actually takes any action to stop it.

“Hey. Answers. Now,” you interrogate.

He lazily peeks at you; head still lolled back on the back of the couch. Grimmjow moves and his shifting weight causes you to dip forward. Typically, you’d be able to straighten yourself up. However, drunk you has precisely zero sense of balance, so you topple right into Grimmjow’s lap.

Grimmjow almost jumps out of his skin at the unexpected contact. You feel your cheeks flame up in embarrassment as you try to push yourself back up, only to lose your balance again and fall back against him. Your face presses up against his stomach, and the heat clouds all your senses. You feel even drunker than before.

“For fucks sake.” Tired of your struggling, Grimmjow pulls you up until you’re sat in his lap and face-to-face with him. You try to ignore the fact that you’re basically straddling him. You really try to ignore his hands resting on the side of your thighs. The contact causes something within you to flare up—an unsettling feeling you push away to the furthest corner of your mind.

“Well, this is nice. We’ve reached a new level of friendship now,” you snort. Thankfully, your stable tone doesn’t betray your wavering nerves.

Grimmjow’s jaw tenses. “Right. Friendship.”

You almost reel back. He spits that last part out like it is laced with poison. A sting of disappointment shoots through you, and you move to get off him. Right now, you want to be as far away from him as possible in fear of Grimmjow seeing the tears that have begun to prick the back of your eyes.

If he hates being your friend that badly, then there’s no way he’d ever reciprocate…

“Hey. You crying?”

To your surprise, Grimmjow grabs you by the hips and pulls you back, caging his huge arms around you to prevent you from escaping. His eyebrows furrow as he leans in to examine your face. You muster up every ounce of willpower to suck the tears back into the confines of your eyelids.

“You look like a bug,” Grimmjow murmurs.

You pinch his cheek with a scowl, mind briefly wiped of your previous grievances.

“Bastard.”

He doesn’t even flinch. “You stopped crying.”

“I never started,” you retort.

He makes a noncommittal noise.

“What?”

He grunts, eyes still fixated on your own. “Trying to figure out why you ran away.”

You gape at him. He has to be kidding. Right?

“Okay, first of all, I did not run away; I left because you pissed me off. Second of all, are you serious?

Your exasperation only fuels his confusion. Grimmjow’s face scrunches, and he tilts his head only slightly, but enough to emphasize how baffled he is by this whole situation.

You falter. This whole night you have agonized over his words, never once considering that he may not find fault in what he said. Maybe he never intended to hurt you and only meant to state a fact: that you simply don’t mean anything special to him.

Do you occupy such a minuscule part of his heart? Given that he takes up all the space you have to offer in yours, it is an unnecessarily cruel twist of fate.

You steel yourself. Grimmjow is your friend. Nothing less… and certainly nothing more. He has drawn that line very clearly—in bright, irreversible red.

“Forget it. It’s nothing,” you murmur.

He shoots you a look; he doesn’t believe you. “Oi. Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” you insist.

His eyes narrow, and he slowly drawls your name. Irritation coats the word like honey as he presses you for a different answer.

With a shake of your head, you cement your refusal to budge. Nothing good could come from that conversation, and you would rather suffer in silence than lose Grimmjow as a friend—which is the only outcome you can fathom.

“I… it doesn’t matter. Not like you’d care.” The last part is practically inaudible to the human ear. Unfortunately for you, Grimmjow’s senses are anything but human.

He stiffens, looking like he’d just been slapped hard. “What the fuck are you on about? Who told you that? I’ll kill ‘em.”

“No one told me Grimmjow… no one other than you, at least. It’s obvious you don’t care to be friends anymore,” you scoff and look away, too anxious to meet his eyes.

Every single muscle of Grimmjow’s goes rigid. You sneak a glance at him and pause at the storm brewing in his gaze. Tides of emotions threaten to overwhelm one another, but at the forefront of the tumultuous battle flashes an intensity you are very familiar with: desperation.

Grimmjow tips his chin down, lessening the gap between your faces… and lips. What comes out of his mouth next scarcely breaks above a whisper, but the words themselves bear a threatening weight.

“Obvious to who? Because last time I checked, you’re the only human I ever speak to willingly, the only person whose touch I don’t find repulsive, and the only one who can mouth off to me in my own damn house and not die for it. So tell me, Y/N, who is that obvious to? Because it sure as hell ain’t me,” he snarls.

You blink. That sobers you up. Any and all words dying in your throat as you take in everything. You only manage to find your voice again after a minute of deliberation.

“Then why did you say that I wasn’t special? You’re giving me mixed signals here,” you whisper.

Realization dawns on him like an iron curtain as your response dwindles in the hushed air. He shifts again. This time, switching his grip on your thigh to the curve of your waist. His hands settle firmly, yet gently, on your side, and the warmth resonates through your bloodstream, making it increasingly difficult to focus on the present situation. You try anyway.

“Is that why you ran away?”

You roll your eyes. “I didn't run.”

He shrugs. “My bad. Is that why you abandoned me?”

For a split second, Grimmjow’s sulking reminds you of a kicked puppy. A crass, six-foot-one puppy with blue fur and murderous tendencies. Your fingers twitch with an almost overwhelming desire to run them through his hair. You settle for flicking him in the forehead instead.

“Don’t be so dramatic. You’re acting like I fled the country rather than go to a club ten minutes away.” You absently brush a stray strand of his hair aside, not thinking much of it. Grimmjow, however, sucks in a sharp breath and you pause as a glint of something flits across his gaze… something intimate.

A trick of the light, surely.

“You–” Speech morphs to muffled protests as you press a hand to Grimmjow’s mouth, effectively cutting off whatever he was going to say.

“You still owe me some answers,” you remark.

“Mmm… to what?” He’s getting sleepier; the lull in his voice is a clear indication. Warmth blooms across your skin as Grimmjow droops forward and nestles his head into the crook of your shoulder, leaning into you as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“How about why you ruined my perfectly good night out?” You feel his head turn, breath hot like coals against your neck. A chill shoots down your spine at the slight contact, and you ignore the tingling sensation in your stomach that feels an awful lot like butterflies—millions and millions of them.

He scowls. “What, you’re that upset over not seeing lover boy again?” His arms tighten around you, “You could’ve had a better night with me. Here. Like this.”

You draw in a sharp breath as his forehead meets yours. Space is a minuscule concept now as his face hovers mere centimetres from yours. Your mind swims with a torrent of mixed feelings and thoughts.

“Grimmjow…”

“I’m sorry.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“For what I said. I didn’t mean it—any of it. Swear on my life.” His voice is strained, as if not used to the taste of those words on his tongue.

You want to believe him, truly. But the emotional, irrational side of you forsakes that possibility.

You’re nothing special.

The knife in your heart, previously forgotten, now twists again as you recall his words. For a brief second, you wonder if it would be better to feel nothing at all. To bear an empty chest, much like the hollow hole carved into the Arrancars. Perhaps that’s what you need—to lose your heart and live as they do, void of all sensations that make up human nature.

“It’s fine, Grimmjow. You don’t… experience things like I do. It’s not your fault I got upset over such a trivial matter,” you sigh.

He pulls back, something akin to guilt and shock shuttering across his handsome face. “So I did hurt you.”

You swallow, unsure how to face this new vulnerability of his.

“Tell me how to fix this. How to fix us,” he pleads.

“There is no us,” you say. The distance between you and Grimmjow is practically nonexistent, yet you find yourself unable to face him.

“Bullshit,” he spits.

You shake your head, a migraine already forming in its center. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Grimmjow. I can never seem to understand what you want!” Your anger rises with each sentence, but you don’t stop and let the emotion fuel you, “I saw us as friends. Best friends. But then you go and act like I’m nothing to you, only to turn around and get all pissy like a fucking cat marking its territory when I dare spend my night with someone who isn’t you. So for the love of god, what do you want from me?!”

“I want you.”

Your head snaps up. “What?”

“Next to me, in my bed in the morning, in my arms. Wherever I am, whenever it is… I want you with me,” he states plainly. Too casual, acting as if he didn’t just drop the biggest bomb on you, wiping every semblance of your anger away with pure, unbridled shock.

You ignore your racing pulse and focus on the intensity of his gaze instead. “You don’t believe in romance. You told me that.”

“I didn’t believe in many things before I met you.” He presses a searing kiss to the inside of your palm before leaning into it, your touch a familiar comfort.

“Like what?”

Heaven. Home. Love, probably.

He grunts. “Secret.”

“That’s not fair,” you tease. The hope rising within you gives way to giddiness and a whole new sensation: relief.

Grimmjow wants you the same way you want him. Perhaps even more so.

“What’s not fair is being iced out for a whole day while waiting for you, only to witness that thing wrapped around you like some fucking parasite.”

“He was not a parasite.”

“Looked like one to me. Ugly. Small. Easy to step on.”

“You called me a bug earlier. Doesn’t that mean we’re meant to be?” You’re torturing him at this point. It's incredibly amusing.

Grimmjow’s eyes darken. Two slits of obsidian that burn with jealousy and something else under the surface. Something even more dangerous.

“Say that again.”

You only laugh. It is a light sound that eases the tension in both the air and Grimmjow’s shoulders. He’s missed your laugh—craves it more than a drowning man would for air.

After a few seconds longer, he inevitably feels his lips pull upwards into a crooked smile—a special kind that appears solely in your presence.

Your giggles falter into a faint smile when you notice Grimmjow smirking at you. He absently draws circles on your hip with his fingers, lazily tracing the curve of your back as you ask: “What exactly are we?”

“Dunno,” he half-mumbles, too preoccupied with snuggling into your neck.

You let out a soft chuckle as his hair tickles your cheek. “Grimmjow.”

He groans, the sound reverberating against the skin of your collarbone—the place his mouth presses against. ”Does it matter? You’re mine. I’m yours. All I care about.”

“This won’t be easy,” you say.

“Yeah, well, I signed up for you, which is anything but easy. So don’t worry,” he pulls back slightly so that you’re both face to face. “I know exactly what I’m getting myself into. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You barely register Grimmjow’s words before he leans in and roughly kisses you.

And it is the best damn kiss of your life.

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Ulquiorra Drabbles 2

(Ulquiorra, Reader, Grimmjow)(Second one is Angst and less overtly romantic)(I wrote these in Portuguese originally to practice learning the language. They're completely self-indulgent and ooc)(part one)

Tea

“I need a place to stay.” Ulquiorra clicks his tongue. His eyelashes are so long. They touch his cheek when he closes his eyes. “It's getting late. Kurosaki said I should come here.”

Ichigo must think he’s hilarious.

“Yeah?” I sigh. I can’t say no to him. “Come in.” He follows after me and I shake my head at the situation.

“Do you want tea?” I gesture for him to sit at the table. He complies, sitting stiffly.

“I don't need--”

“Do you want tea?” I ask more firmly. Why is he so difficult? Maybe that’s part of his charm. I look over my shoulder. He’s as attractive as he is stubborn.

“... Yes.” His brow is furrowed, like I asked for something annoying.

I suppress a comment about him being a brat and return to put the kettle on the stove. “Do you have a preference for the flavor?” I know he’ll say it’s unimportant. It’s useless, There’s no reason.

“Is there a difference? Tea is tea.” There it is.

“There’s hundreds of different flavors. How do I know which you’ve tried before?” I turn away from the stove to look at him.

“Just normal tea.”

“Black tea? Green tea?

His eyes are the only sign of bewilderment on his face, but his voice sounds confused. “Tea…?”

I look at him for a moment. “I’ll make tea, and if you don’t like it, I’ll make something else.” I shrug my shoulders.

Ulquiorra shakes his head. “That’s unnecessary. I’ll drink whatever you make.”

I repress a laugh, wondering if I could make him regret those words. Hot sauce, salt, extra tea bags… the kettle begins to whistle. I take the kettle off the stove and open the cabinet that holds my tea. I take down a citrus blend, with orange, lemon, and apple. I pour the water into a teapot.

The steam fills the air and soon the smell of citrus fruits lingers in the room. We remain in silence until the tea finishes steeping. I walk over, carrying the hot teacups. I place them on the table and sit down and he picks up his cup. He looks for a moment before taking a sip.

I drink my tea, watching his face. He shows nothing, but takes a few sips in the silence.

“I should thank you for allowing me into your home. Your hospitality suits you.”

We drink tea in silence and I allow the irritation to seep from me. “You can sleep on the couch, I'll grab a blanket for you.”

“This is all unnecessary, I'll just remain sitting here.”

I sigh, a long-suffering sigh, wondering why I'm stuck with this impassive idiot. “I'll grab a blanket, just in case you change your mind.”

He rolls his eyes, but doesn't argue.

He's so impossible.

“Do you like the tea?”

“It's tea.” Ulquiorra takes another sip. I think about calling Kurosaki, maybe he can meet me somewhere quiet. Just to talk. With my hands. Ulquiorra’s head tilts as he looks at his teacup and then the teapot.

Cute.

Kurosaki is lucky I like this bat.

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The Rain Falls

The sky is gray. The rain falls.

Mist rises from the ground. I sigh, looking at the dismal rain. The air is filled with petrichor, cloying and dense. It clings to my skin.

It’s not fair.

My heart hurts, and I step out into the rain. Water drips down my face, soaking into my clothes. He’s gone. I’ll never see him again. If I am lucky, the rain will drown me.

I cared for him. The fourth espada, Ulquiorra Cifer. The one who I argued with, who taunted me and told me my life was meaningless. The man I sat atop Las Noches with in the freezing wind and vast desert stretched before us. We watched the moon together.

The only rain in Hueco Mundo is unnatural, from the spirit energy of other hollows. The black rain of Murcielago elicited a far different feeling, one of awe and foreboding. This is just….

He’s dead. Nothing but dust and the lingering emptiness. Maybe this is his heart that I feel.

I suppress a shiver. This rain seeps the warmth from my bones.

“Do you have an umbrella?” A rough voice breaks me from the reminiscence. I turn my head, seeing Grimmjow. His hair is quickly drenched by the rain, stickling to his face. He doesn't wear his usual grin, as if the melancholy of a storm is contagious.

I turn back to look at the sky.

He and a few other arrancar survived. He seems content to allow Haribel to rule, and I suddenly feel lost, without direction. What will happen to us now? What is our purpose?

Maybe there really is no purpose. Maybe Ulquiorra was right.

“Tch,” Grimmjow huffs. “Idiot. Let’s go.” He grabs the shopping bags from my hand. His hand is firm, but gentle around my shoulders as he guides me through the streets. He squeezes.

“Gonna catch a cold,” he grumbles, as if it would be something for him to suffer. His eyes catch mine as we near Urahara’s shop. They’re a cold blue.

His worry soothes something in my chest. Maybe we’re closer to humans than I thought, if even Grimmjow is capable of something like caring. I wonder if this somber hope ever permeated into Ulquiorra’s thoughts. I wonder if anything grew meaning to him in his last moments.

Grimmjow opens the door, ushering me through and grabbing a towel that he begins drying me off with. “Idiot.”

The rain falls.

#ulquiorra x reader #ulquiorra cifer #cute #fluff #bleach #bleach anime #self indulgent #ooc #drabbles #one shot #angst #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x reader

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dejwrld · 2 months

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somebody sent an anon saying if i put as much time into writing instead of being ms comedian on the dash, then maybe i will update faster. you right stinkabutt, you got me there! you ate with that one

#i have had a sudden burst to write but i just been busy offline #especially writing my original work #i was thinking of posting one of my original works on tumblr #just an idea i don’t have a desire to actually get it officially published #but i want to finish marry you first!#also this grimmjow and nanami angst fic

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nyanyakoto · 8 months

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★BLEACH MASTERLIST★

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

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★ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez ★

Dad! Grimmjow HCs

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★ Ichigo Kurosaki ★

Ichigo x Aizen's Daughter! Reader

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#grimmjow x reader #ukitake x reader #bleach x reader angst #bleach x reader #bleach headcanons #bleach #ichigo kurosaki #bleach ichigo

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crying-fantasies · 2 years

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Spirit Attachment: Touch

Masterlist

Prev/Next

It was so cold outside, it was a blessing that every activity was suspended for bad time or a earthquake, you couldn't remember, something happened, and it was so good, at least for you, a hard headache, the difficulty to breath due to mucus in the nose.

You were so grateful for having Grimmjow out, at least for a day.

But you also wished to have someone, anyone near you in such a weak state, someone to look after you.

For the first time in a long time you wished to have an especial other, someone to give you love and care, one different from the one that you got from your family and their constant call everyday, one different from the few friends and coworkers.

You wished for something more intimate, and realizing your lack of it almost made you burst to tears.

Unbeknown to you, all your stress and negative feelings attracted many strange looking creatures that you couldn't see or hear, all roaming near your house, looking twice to the arrancar that was looking at them, dead in the eyes, daring any of them to take a step further and try to get close where you were coughing so loud, there was always the fool who tried to outsmart him, getting a gruesome death on his hands, agonizing screams that you couldn't hear while Grimmjow consumed his still moving prey looking to your window, he could see his own reflection, he was also affected by all the strange energy that you emitted, his blow pupils, his wild expression.

He, just like this hollow that he eats, was drawn to you, to this intoxication, to your deep desperation.

And he chooses to protect your door from them, not because they could do you any harm, he didn't care in the slightest if you lived or died, he just did it because if you died, from where was he supposed to obtain such energy, with such concentration?

Finding you was already a gift, like finding a quartz in the middle of other rocks, you could be refered like that, a quartz, shiney but without a high purity or a high value.

Just something eye-catching.

But eye catching enough for him and all the hollows that kept coming to your door.

Grimmjow kind of knew what was happening to you, you were weak now, more than normal, all your body fighting against something that he couldn't exactly see, he entered your room not before looking again at the hollows, giving a clear warning that this dying person was his.

He entered, and the next second he wanted to go out, you energy was so strong, so hard, he was salivating, maybe he looked way too excited, and he asked to himself how it was possible for you to be still alive.

Then he remembered that shitty luck of yours and everything was resolved, maybe you were still alive, but in such a stupid life.

He looked at you, red in the face, warm, no, hot, but your hand was cold and slippery.

It was funny, he could say, he could touch you but you couldn't touch him, you didn't even have reiatsu to do so, you could only see him because he wanted you to, or it could also be an effect of his presence around you for too long.

He would never forget the face that you made, pure terror that ignited something inside of him, something that still keeps him here, next to you, but if he was honest there wasn't anything good going on outside, Harribel had her hands on the power and Nelliel was a pain in the ass with her two idiots around.

Here, well, here he is a king, he was just practicing for the moment that he took the throne from Harribel.

You made a sound and that got his attention, blow pupils looking at you, shivers running wild on your body, sweat on your skin, you were making a sound, like you were crying.

And he felt his teeth aching.

He was an arrancar, an espada! But, deep down, he was still a hollow, one that could get attracted to the living in their worst.

To be honest, you didn't have an opportunity, only opening your eyes when you felt the sharp pain in your neck, it got you out of your usual negative mind, only pain and the words "it hurts" repeating on your mind before saying it out loud, trying to force whatever was doing such a thing away from your weak form.

All your struggleswere for nothing, you couldn't even move, was this the so called sleep paralysis? No, it wasn't, you could notice after a few seconds the white clothes and the blue hair.

And your pain gave place to the fury.

"What the-?!" Oh, your words made him bite harder, his hands applying pressure to your side and your shoulder, giving him more place to do his thing, bitting more, "No, stop, I can't, what?!"

Your brain was already a mess with the fever, you didn't need this pain, this weight on you, how could a spirit or whatever he was weight so much?! Such a pressure was impossible, but that was because his reiatsu was out of control.

But Grimmjow was way too gone, your blood was as regular as any human's, but with your energy around he could only feel it like the best, the most intoxicating, the more bites the more energy that he could get, and he wanted more.

You tried to touch him, to get him away from you, but it was for nothing, then, almost pulled by the strong pain, you put both arms on something, making you both stop altogether.

You didn't knew what happened, but now you were touching him, really, for the very first time, all on your own actions.

It was great, he stopped biting you, but when you saw him you noticed that he was already seeing you.

His eyes, more black than ever, with that expression, scared you, making you move, a little bit, surrounding his shoulders, he looked more to a death person than ever now.

"Grim?" Your voice called, weak, the pressure was still there, his mind in the middle of the infinity.

Your head was pulsing, your heart too, and for a second he wanted to see how it could beat in his hands.

Maybe you were too far gone, maybe already in a state of madness due to your brain being almost cooked by the fever.

Was Grimmjow always this handsome?

Could you even think of this thing like that?

You didn't care, if your destiny was to be eaten by him then it was fine, at least you could do something that you wanted in retaliation, so you pushed him more to you, getting him more near, his expression was the same and it made you rethink your actions, what was wrong with him? You didn't care at the end, only moving a bit, testing the waters, exhaling in front of him, his face, he didn't blink, so you just moved a bit more, lips to lips, and he moved, at least for a second before returning to his catatonic state, you just did what you wanted, moving your mouth, pushing him totally to your body, he was cold but your body generated enough warmth for the both of you.

Was it possible to be horny while dyeing of fever? You weren't sure, maybe you were the strange thing, kissing a death thing in a catatonic state and feeling good about it, of the sensation of his muscles on your hands that keep roaming on his shoulders, the sensation of his strange looking hair in your damp face, sticking to you.

It wasn't the best kiss, you admitted, more than once you bumped your nose to his, your teeth making contact more often than not, you were the only one making anything while he was just there, his skin almost felt like iron, so cold and hard.

For a moment you really thought that you broke him, and the next one he was out of your reach in a second, looking at you like you were some kind of atrocity.

He looked at you, then he started to clean and whipped his mouth vehemently.

"Hey, I, no, look, I'm sorry, I don't know-" he then looked angry.

Angrier than ever.

"You stupid thing!" He made a strange sound, like a cough, but more animalistic, "what he fuck was that?! Gross!"

Okay, you understood that you were in the bad, but was that something necessary to say?

"You are lucky that I don't kill you now! I will let all those Hollows eat you instead!" He shouted so hard, your eardrums hurt like something inside of you, hearing such words from him and then seeing him opening that thing in the middle of the sky before disappearing not before giving you a terrible final look.

Once the thing was gone with him, you heard a roar that you never heard in your life before, Grimmjow left you there, weak, with a horrible wound on the neck and blood flowing from it and with Hollows in your door, not caring enough to explain to you what was reiatsu and also the tiny detail that apparently now you had some.

And the next that you saw was a big hand appearing on your window.

At the other end of the Garganta and back to Hueco Mundo, Grimmjow was still trying to clean his mouth, his hierro covered him from your touch but it was still gross to even think of what you did? What the hell was that to begin with? Was it something that humans did? He didn't care! He didn't like it!

He took a moment, walking while still trying to clean himself, his hair was also damp and he smelled like you, more than ever, just when he hated you in that very same moment.

"What is that?" oh, great, just when things couldn't get worse, Nelliel was there, near, he was so focused on cleaning himself that he didn't sense her near or approaching.

He didn't want to deal with her, not now, not ever if possible.

"Did you eat a human?" Her expression is that of horror, and her words alone make him create a image on his mind that he didn't want.

There is you, blood all over, death, Hollows eating your soul.

"No, I didn't!" He shouts, at least half desert have heard his words, his unfocused eyes and sharp teeth showing in a silent warning to the female who looks at him without believing his words.

"You smell like blood, human blood" and she keeps at it.

Human blood, it smelled like that, it smelled like you, and his mind is a mess.

"Well, I did bite someone, you happy?" He just wanted to get to his room, sleep to the next human century or whatever.

"Absolutely no, that person could die!" Then Nelliel, with that freaking speed of hers, got to where he was now, "you smell of other hollows and something way too catching, what happened? Did you left someone with a wound near hollows? That's way too dangerous, was it Ichigo?!"

He had enough, so he just slammed his door on her face and heard her protest that prolonged for a few minutes before she was gone, taking place on his big bed with all his pillows around, trying to get some sleep for once because he was looking out for you for all the time that your sickness, like you called it, was present.

He tossed around, moving his pillows around to his comfort, and he then noticed one that he took from your place, one that you were still looking around.

He looked at the thing, he wasn't sure for how long, and then he just got out of Las Noches y Hueco Mundo to appear on your house, he expected some movement of Hollows here and there, maybe a fight between them for seeing which one got to take a taste of you first.

But what he found was that your house, the one in which he was a king for once (where you and he spent so much time around and together, but he was never going to say out loud or even recognize by himself), was totally destroyed, fire around, humans running wild and shouting, some kind of red thing that made way too much sounds appearing, two Menos Grande roaming around with little Hollows around, you nowhere to be found but the strange energy around, the smell of you in the air so strong, like you were scared to death.

He wasn't sure of what kind of expression he had at that moment, but he used Sonido as his first option to get there, he killed the two Menos Grande with his Sonido, his landing scared more the humans that couldn't see him and believed that it was another explosion.

He looked around, his eyes searching for anything that looked remotely like you, damnit, why humans looked so similar one of the other?!

Where exactly where you?

"Oi!" He was starting to feel angered, he was even calling you for one of the many names that he put you, you were supposed to appear in front of him at the first call!

He called out again, this time with your name, he keeps looking around, there is fire everywhere, humans looking to the site of the fire, now there is water too, he kept calling but there was nothing, not a response, not you appearing or telling him that you are going his way and for him to lower his voice.

Where the hell where you?!

And then he looked at one of those metal moving things, and then he felt reiatsu, one that was practically a joke, and he found you there, on a moving bed, he started to move to where you were, many questions inside.

"What the hell happened?! I was gone for only a few minutes! And how come that you now have reiatsu, since when?!" He was shouting, just walking to you, believing that you could hear him, "Answer something, you idiot!-" and then his words stopped, he smelled your blood, saw the bandages on you body, more injuries that he didn't cause, two guys took you inside the metal thing and closed the door, "Oi, what the hell?"

And then the thing was going away, you inside, wounded, bleeding, unconscious, going to who knows where.

Hatred.

Deep hate and anger bloomed inside of him, emanating from his own hollow and his mask, his reiatsu was wild, the remaining Hollows trying to escape even when they would be the first ones to feel his anger before he hunted down that thing that took you away.

#reader insert #x reader #angst #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow jaggerjack #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach

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m3kuroshirt · 1 year

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How the Grimmjow Stole Christmas

Words: 2164

Warnings: language, suggestive themes, slight angst

Notes: This is a Christmas gift-fic for the wonderful @m34gs and @suknas!

“Come on Ichi-nii, you need to come with us to Mr. Urahara’s,” Yuzu’s plea rang out from the other side of the door. All Ichigo could do was sigh, disappointed in the situation, but mostly himself.

“Sorry Yuzu, but I need to take a pass. Need to get ahead on next semester—”

“Bullshit, Ichigo!” That was Karin, in all her fiery glory, yelling from the other side, probably squished right next to Yuzu and up on her toes. Quietly, in tones hushed and words unintelligible from the other side of the door, Ichigo heard Yuzu say something to her twin.

“Fine. Whatever,” Karin said, this time tone curt and sharp. “Have fun spending Christmas Eve by yourself then.”

Ichigo could say with certainty, he definitely would not, but that was on a need-to-know basis, and his sisters, who he loved dearly and with all of his current Grinch-sized heart, didn’t. He would mope tonight, feelings awash and weird for no discernible reason—or at least, not one he cared to put a name (or face) to—and be back to mostly normal tomorrow.

Kon screeched something about going in his place, sweeping out the door, slamming it shut behind, and that was that. Footsteps walked—or stomped, in Karin’s case—away. Good enough for now, though he’d feel bad for making them mad later. He had to get over getting mad at himself first.

Sure, Urahara’s would be lively and probably fun, but, knowing him, it would also be a big schmoozing event, and Ichigo wasn’t in the mood for that. And the war. If Ichigo had to hear one more thing about the war that they’d won, he’d lose his goddamned mind.

The past two years had been brutal, and he was still…recovering. That’s what he called it, anyway. Giving distance to some places—Kiskue Urahara’s on the very top of the ‘places to avoid’ list, circled, starred, and highlighted. Some wounds still too fresh in his mind.

Sure, Urahara was a certified genius, but Ichigo got tried of being the pawn in everyone’s game. Was it so bad to want something low-stakes for once? Maybe a fight could just be a fight. Just like he wanted.

But whatever.

Besides, it wasn’t like he’d be there anyway. He and a certain blue-haired arrancar hadn’t spoken often after the end of the war—Ichigo made sure to go by the shop twice a week while he was unconscious, body healing from the poison that Quincy had given him.

And then one day Grimmjow just…wasn’t there.

Urahara said he’d woke up, opened a garganta, and fucked right off to Hueco Mundo. Well, not those exact words. But that’s what the ache in his chest told him.

Bastard.

Now Ichigo was lucky he saw him once or twice a month.

Nel was around far more than Grimmjow ever was, and while Ichigo viewed her more and more as a little sister, he couldn’t say that when the sounding boom of a garganta opening happened, he was always a little disappointed it was just Nel.

She’d for sure be at whatever party Urahara threw. And as much as he loved her, she could be a lot.

Same with his friends, both human and soul reapers.

If Renji decided to knock on his door and drag him to the shit show of a party it would turn out to be, he’d fake…Ichigo wasn’t sure…explosive diarrhea or something and run to the bathroom. Between him knowing how to do surprisingly realistic armpit fart noises, and Renji’s relative cluelessness regarding…many things, as far as the human world went, Ichigo could get him to leave.

Rukia would be another story.

He’d probably actually need to shit and do something he’d regret almost immediately to get her to leave, and honestly, that was still iffy.

Grabbing his laptop, he plopped back down on his bed and searched for a movie. He guessed a Christmas one would do, he shouldn’t be a total trash bag about things. So he typed in the world “Grinch”, searching through the options, and settled on the original, since it was about as short as his patience at the moment.

Hitting the play button, soft music started in the background as Ichigo tried to get himself comfortable, wrapping his duvet around him like he was a cold snowman in need of a nice spring thaw. Sighing as the opening was narrated, Ichigo closed his eyes, lids heavy.

............

When he opened them again, his laptop was dark—I must’ve fallen asleep—and there was a warmth spread across his chest.

And legs.

Everywhere, really. And it was heavy.

And vaguely body shaped, Ichigo thought, blood turning to ice. Did someone break into his house? Did he have an intruder cuddling him? What in the absolute fuck? Was this one of his friends sick ways of harassing him because he missed the party?

Glancing around the room trying to stay as calm as possible, Ichigo attempted to get a feel for their spiritual pressure. It took him all of five seconds to give up. It felt familiar, but without any kind of menacing or fighting aura surround them, he was honestly at a loss. The only reason he knew it wasn’t Captain Zaraki is because he wasn’t suffocated into the bed. That, and his two-person boy band wasn’t criticizing him from unseen corners of his room.

Trying to focus on the shape sprawled across him, Ichigo could tell they were taller than him, though probably not by much. Trying to move his arms was met with resistance—hands gripped each bicep like a lifeline, gently clawing and relaxing long fingertips into the meat of each arm.

The head shifted, and Ichigo felt something hard and smooth scrape across the exposed skin of his neck. It felt like a—

“What the fuck,” Ichigo hissed out, eyes going wide in realization, debating whether or not he was going to leave the guy be, or push him off him (and his bed) and smother him with Ichigo’s favorite pillow.

“Took ya long enough,” rang out a familiar, gruff voice, though laced with drowsiness. Ichigo felt his heartbeat stutter. His voice sounded almost soft. No. Nonononono don’t gay panic now. “S’warm in here. Quiet too.”

“What are you talking about?” Okay, panic a little. “What are you—”

“Be quiet,” the arrancar whined, rubbing his stupid face into Ichigo’s softest shirt, hands flexing and relaxing on Ichigo’s arms again, unsheathed claws prickling against his human skin. Quiet? Warm? Was Grimmjow drunk? What in the hell and a half was going on? Was he drunk? Ichigo didn’t remember getting into Isshin’s good whiskey, but hey, he’d slept-walk before.

Once.

When he was five.

“Sorry,” Ichigo said in a frantic whisper, nerves buzzing like angry hornets. The nasty stinging kind that only wanted to kill people. “I just wasn’t expecting you to be in my room on Christmas Eve nuzzling into my chest like it was a normal thing that happened.”

“Fuckin’ shut up already, Kurosaki,” Grimmjow growled, shifting around a little bit, head propping up, is damn pointy chin digging into Ichigo’s chest not unlike the dullest dagger in the world, blue eyes narrowed at him. Ichigo felt his hands twitch.

“Urahara’s was fucking loud. Smelly too. Damn booze-hound,” he muttered, laying his head back down.

“You shut up, you bastard,” Ichigo whisper yelled. ��You’ve barely been here! You don’t get to just…do this!”

“I’m here now, ain’t I,” Grimmjow yelled in a hush right back, as if there were other people in the house to be concerned about. Wait, were there? What time even was it? He didn’t remember actually looking at the clock. It was only like…seven when he put the little animated movie on—and it was only like forty five minutes long at most. Damn, he was turning into an old man. He’d be eighty in two days.

Sucking in a breath, Ichigo marched on, ready to get this shit show delt with so he could go back to sleep and wake up mad about it tomorrow.

“Yeah, but why?”

Grimmjow growled for real this time, a low reverberation resonating in his chest before the man sat up, and Ichigo saw his glare glow through the darkness.

“The fuck, you don’t want me here now? Shitty Kiskue said you’d been moping around ‘cuz of it, and now you decided to change yer mind?”

Trying not to snort at the completely accurate nickname for the damn shopkeeper, Ichigo propped himself up on his elbows, since Grimmjow was still sitting on half of him like a damn house-cat, and glared right back.

“I don’t mope,” he said, voice now at a normal volume, growling right back, though not quite as animalistic.

Ichigo ran a now free hand across his sweaty face. Grimmjow ran a hell of a lot warmer than he’d anticipated. Of course, it could always be the stress of the situation at hand.

“You fuckin’ do.” Grimmjow leaned in closer, laying more of himself over Ichigo again, arms now caging both of his sides, gaze predatory. What in the hell was going on? Sure, Ichigo wasn’t opposed to the action whatsoever, but it was weird coming from Grimmjow of all people.

“If you don’t want me here then just say so.” Hot breath fanned Ichigo’s face, and if the light were on, Grimmjow could probably see him blush.

Eyebrow ticking, patience thinning regardless of how attractive the bastard on top of him was, Ichigo spat out his next sentence.

“Of course, I want you here, you complete asshat! What the fuck took you—”

Lips—well, teeth, more like—cut off Ichigo’s lecture. Warm and moist and so fucking soft, Ichigo felt his head drop back onto his pillow, arms wrapping around the torso pressing into him. Whatever Grimmjow was wearing, it was scratchy as hell. Yoruichi had been into some kind of string craft thing—knitting or crocheting, he didn’t remember—so it was probably that. She’d all but forced Ichigo to accept a handmade sweater with holes in the armpits. She insisted it was to let his stank out, whatever the fuck that meant.

Grimmjow pulled away first, but stayed close. His mask shone in the dim moonlight filtering through the window, teeth sharp. Stupidly, Ichigo wondered if he ever flossed them.

“Poison took a long time to wear off, had to go back to Hueco Mundo to heal some of it.”

Ichigo knitted his brows, confused. What did Hueco Mundo have that the world of the living—namely Urahara—didn’t?

“What?”

Grimmjow scraped his mask over the bareness of Ichigo’s exposed neck, and butterflies fluttered all the way into his throat and back down. Fingers clutched at the hem of the poor-quality yarn sweater, waiting for Grimmjow to explain.

“Something about the reishi compounds,” Grimmjow started with an irritated sigh, the tip of his tongue flicking at Ichigo’s clavicle. “How an arrancar body breaks them down differently and shit. Kiskue explained it, but I wasn’t listening.”

“Figures,” Ichigo said, smiles beginning to spread across his face. “How’d you even get in my house?” Ichigo ran a hand through messy blue locks, and scratched his scalp lightly, earning a pleased grunt. And maybe a purr, if his ears weren’t deceiving him.

“Yer old man. Told me he left the door unlocked an’ that you were bein’ a brat.”

Ichigo’s face went red at Grimmjow calling him such things, but decided not to think of that—or how his father just left the house open for anyone to rob, thanks a lot. What if there was a hollow and a robber nearby? Did the old fart ever think of that?

Probably not, because he’s a moron.

Then another question wormed its way out of Ichigo’s mouth, even with Grimmjow’s greedy mouth currently nipping at whatever exposed skin he could find.

“Why didn’t Urahara say anything to me? About you needing to go back, I mean.”

Grimmjow stopped marking Ichigo for a second, dragging an arm over Ichigo’s chest and laying his head on it. He was frowning, but didn’t look all that surprised by Ichigo’s line of questioning.

“Because he’s a piece of shit,” he said matter-of-factly. Ichigo couldn’t help but nod in agreement, irritated sigh pushing past his lips.

“Good to know. How about we try and kill’em tomorrow?”

Ichigo heard and felt Grimmjow chuckle, shifting his arm again, lower this time, playing with the hem of his sweats. Swallowing, Ichigo’s breath hitched.

Grimmjow growled like the feral best he was, and ground down into Ichigo’s weight, causing a groan to escape him.

“Works for me. Merry Crisis, Kurosaki. Lemme open my present.”

Ichigo just laughed and pulled Grimmjow’s stupid mouth back to his own. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad way to spend the night after all, and if things went the way he hoped, his heart wouldn’t be the only thing growing a couple sizes tonight.

#bleach #bleach fic #jeagerjaquez grimmjow #Kurosaki Ichigo #grimmjow jeagerjaques #humor #idiots sharing a braincell #ch yuzu #ch kon #ch karin #ch urahara #angst #backwardswrites

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pitasmare · 1 year

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i love the concept of hollows once being humans because of how tragic it is, but i also love the idea that adjuchas n vastos (plus arrancars as a consequence) are a mesh of the millions of souls consumed. maybe yeah, one personality remains as the base code, but they’re a new being.

#i just think its hot.#im in love with both ideas honestly #love me some angst man. grimmjow i was born out of violence jeagerjaquez has a ncie ring to it

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muzansfangs · 9 months

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Friends.

Starring: Grimmjow x f!reader;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, creampie, vaginal sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, complicated relationship, mention to alcohol, friends to lovers, dom!Grimmjow, sub!reader, slight angst, mutual paining, feelings, forbidden relationship;

Plot: you were not even supposed to be friends, yet you enjoyed his company. That summer things changed, though. After some alcoholic kisses, you crossed the line. Every single time you were tangled into the bedsheets of a bed, you told yourself it was the last time. What a foolish rule not to do it again. The truth was some mistakes were bound to be repeated and this one was not an exception.

Track: Friends — Chase Atlantic, “Tell me we’re not just friends, this doesn’t make much sense, no”.

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT.

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The rain pattered steadily against the window of your bedroom, a loud thunder exploding outside, as your cheek was pressed against the puffy lilac pillow you were clutching at tightly to brace yourself. Those, however, were not the only sounds piercing your ears.

Your breath was uneven, your lips were parted as you moaned softly for the way he was thrusting into you from behind. His chiseled abs, sweaty, contracted, were grazing the smooth skin of your arched back. His fingers were gripping your hips with an animalistic desire as he tried to increase the pace a tad more. Now, as you squeezed your eyes shut and isolated yourself from the rest of the world, the only sound you could hear were his raspy groans.

“Fuck” he cussed, one of his hand flying up to latch around the back of your neck and keep you in place.

It was too much. You were getting addicted to this and you knew you should have not even started. You blamed it on the beers you were sipping on that summer night at the lake, but it was just an excuse you had made up to feel less guilty about it all. Your friendship was ruined, inevitably.

The drunk giggles, the dirty comments he made and the way you let him hook his hands underneath your thighs to settle you onto the wooden fence bording the shore were just the beginning of it.

His spiky light-blue hair were stuck on his forehead, as he grunted at the way your inner walls were clenching around him so perfectly. You were made for him. You should have been his, you were his. The thought of you hanging around with other men, with Ichigo’s gang, truly irked him. However, he was in no position to retaliate. You were not his girlfriend. You were his bloody friend.

“Hold on, I’m almost there” he huskily said, leaning down towards your ear to let his hot breath fan your earlobe. He knew you loved it, he knew you could not resist him, especially when he was so deep into you.

You whined, your foreteeth sinking onto your lower lip as you tried not to make too much noise. He knew how to read your body, he knew you were on the verge of unraveling under his attentive, piercing blue eyes. You were so beautiful writhing underneath him.

His hand slided down between your parted, trembling thighs, searching for your bundle of nerves. It was so filthy, the moan that ripped out of your chest as he overstimulated you made you feel so ashamed of yourself. He had truly ruined you. Some droplets of sweat, falling from his forehead, ran down the curve of his nose and splashed onto the middle of your back.

“Grimmjow…” you whimpered his name, as his thrusts got sloppier and your knuckles turned white for your tight grip on the pillow. It was too good to be true, too unrealistic to last forever.

You reached your climax as he growled in pleasure, his sharp fangs biting down onto the tender crook of your neck, while he filled you up so deliciously. Panting, he stayed still into you to make sure not a single drop of his seed got to waste. It was his way to mark you, to remind you that you could try to fight it, ignore the connection you had, but your body belonged to him. No one made you feel the way he did.

You exhaled sharply, your droopy eyes fluttering open as you came to terms with what you two had just done for the umpteenth time. You wanted to rip yourself to shreds for being so stupid, but you did not. It was useless anyway. You had not idea of what you two had become, but you were far away from being friends.

As he pulled out of you and collapsed tiredly on the empty side of your bed, Grimmjow scoffed “Come on, say it again” he taunted you, his eyes scrutinizing the ceiling to entertain himself in the aftermaths of the recent events.

A stab through your heart would have probably hurt you less than his words.

You sat up, helping yourself to kneel onto the bed by pushing your drained body up with your elbows. You were glad he could not see your face in the dark room, because your eyes would have betrayed you right away. Your mouth was dry as you stared at your shaky hands planted onto the mattress. The silence swallowing you two was deafening.

“We need to stop. We are friends” you simply mumbled, not daring to dart your eyes on him.

Grimmjow sighed “You don’t really want this to end. If you did, you wouldn’t let me fuck you stupid every single time we meet” he pointed out, resting his arms behind his head as he directed his eyes on the nightsky outside your window.

It was still pouring, the wind blowing fiercely making some brenches of the tree tap onto the glass of the window.

“Stop it” you breathed out, clenching your fists in frustration.

“We used to watch movies, play video games and do some other shit friends do together, before we started this. Can’t you see it? Something’s changed and you need to stop being a coward” he blurted out bitterly, sitting up too to take a better look at you.

You seemed so fragile, so troubled by admitting that you and Grimmjow used to be friends. That was right, your friendship belonged to the past. Now you were something else.

“We are still friends, it’s not too late to make this stop!” you retorted, shifting your position to hide yourself from him. Yet, Grimmjow was not going to drop the argument. He was not done at all.

In a swift motion, he reached his hand towards you and grasped your jaw firmly. Your head was forced to whip towards him and your eyes finally met for the first time, since he crossed the threshold of your bedroom that night. He stayed silent for several seconds, watching the way your lower lip quivered and your eyes seemed to sparkle under the dim moonlight seeping from the window. Your eyes were teary.

“Cut the crap. Friends don’t fuck. I might be a dick, an insensitive brute, but I know that too” he said sternly, his fingernails digging onto your cheeks enough to make you stiffen, but not to leave marks onto the flesh.

He was right.

Once again, you struggled to spit out a single word and you felt your breath get shallow. A tear ran down your cheek and you felt Grimmjow’s grip on your jaw loosen, until he eventually dropped it and you quickly wiped the tear away.

“You know I like you. — you started, your voice merely audible as you swallowed the lump in your throat to finally confront him — But I’m scared. This is wrong. We were not even supposed to be friends, let alone start a relationship” you reasoned, hoping he would understand.

Perhaps, he did. However, he was not going to agree at all. He never had anything good in his life. Feelings were a foreign thing he had overheard some people talk about, when he roamed down the streets in search for nothing but valid opponents. Then he had met you. Now, for some wicked reason, he could not let you go.

“I cannot believe it. It’s because of them, isn’t it? You are ready to throw what we have away for the sake of your fucking friends. I can see it in your eyes” he fired back, standing up quickly and running his slender, calloused fingers through his messy hair.

Sorrow. Waves of nausea. Pain.

You had never seen Grimmjow act like that and it was your fault.

“Grimmjow—” you tried to say, but he cut you off abruptly, but grasping your ankle and dragging you to the edge of the bed.

You yelped, your eyes widening even so slightly as he hovered over you, your noses touching as he captured your lips into a fervent kiss. You returned it as soon as his lips met yours, your arms hanging loosely around his shoulders as you let him take every last shred of pride left in you.

“You know what? Fuck your friends. I need you” he whispered, breaking the kiss, before he bit your swollen, bottom lip and tugged at it softly to assert his dominance over you.

It was a bloody mess, but you could not deny yourself the bliss of having him in your life. As you let him have his way with you again that night, you moaned his name in a different way.

You wanted him, nothing else mattered.

#grimmjow x reader #grimmjow smut #grimmjow x y/n #grimmjow x you #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach smut #bleach x reader #bleach grimmjow

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brittscafe · 1 year

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Masterlist 1

Dividers @cafekitsune

Request Page

Gotei 13 male captains and lieutenants:

Cuddles HC

How they kiss you HC

Reactions to finding you asleep. Includes: Renji, Byakuya, Kisuke, Shuhei, and Ichigo.

Reactions to finding you crying: Jushiro, Shunsui, Kenpachi, and Byakuya.

Spin the bottle pt 1: Shuhei, Izuru, Ikkaku, and Renji.

Spin the bottle pt 2: Ichigo, Tensa Zangestu, Uryu, Kisuke, and Isshin.

Thunderstorms pt 1: Shuhei, Renji, Izuru, Ikkaku, and Ichigo.

Aftermath of TYBW

During the invasion of TYBW

How the male lieutenants kiss you

Byakuya, Shunsui, and Jushiro arranged marriage sc

Hueco Mundo Males and TYBW males:

How they react to you falling asleep on them headcanons

Confessing to you. Includes: Aizen, As Nodt, Mayuri, and Szayel.

Falling in love and confessing to you. Includes: Aizen, Gin, Mayuri, and Shinji

Confessing to you. Includes: Gin, Shinji, Yumichika , Nnoitira and Ulquiorra.

Dealing with periods

Shunsui Kyōraku 🌸

SFW and NSWF HC

SMUT first time

Jealously Drabble

Getting back together (fluff/angst)

Missing you (fluff)

Panic attack (fluff)

Jūshirō Ukitake 🤍

SFW and NSWF HC

Fluff blurb

SMUT first time with Jushiro

Let me adore you (Smut)

Fluff blurb

Morning after (smut)

First time wedding night (smut)

Disagreements (smut)

Taking care of him (Fluff)

Interrupted (fluff)

Confessions (fluff)

Panic attack (fluff)

Jushiro with a human s/o HC

Hell jailer Jushiro x reader HC

Ichigo Kurosaki 🍓

SFW and NSFW Headcanon

Ichigo with a bratty s/o headcanon

Ichigo’s birthday! (fluff)

Tōshirō Hitsugaya 🧊

First kiss (fluff)

Nightmares (fluff)

SFW and NSFW HC

Jealously (fluff)

Kiss me (smut)

Adult Toshiro and reader’s first time (smut)

Touch yourself (smut)

Toshiro with a s/o like Isane pt 1.

Toshiro with a s/o like Isane pt 2.

Rōjūrō Otoribashi 🎸

Renji Abarai ❤️

Sit on my face (smut)

Renji with a human s/o HC

Kisuke Urahara 💚

SFW and NSFW headcanon

Taking care of you after you’re injured

Love in the dark (mini fanfic. Kisuke Urahara x reader) ch.1

NSFW HC

Byakuya Kuchiki

Cherry Blossoms pt.1 Cherry Blossoms pt.2

SFW and NSFW HC

Touch yourself (smut)

Byakuya with a human s/o

Zangestu

SFW and NSFW headcanon

Familiar (fluff)

Kenpachi Zaraki ⚔️

SFW and NSFW HC

Jealously Drabble

Love at First Sight

Weak or Not (angst/fluff)

Shinji Hirako 🎭

SFW and NSFW headcanon

Edging Shinji NSFW

Reunion Fluff and smut

Finding you crying (angst/fluff)

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

Falling in love with a childhood friend

Ikkaku Madarame 🗣️

Face sitting NSFW

SFW and NSFW HC

Cuddling with Ikkaku (fluff)

Sōsuke Aizen 💜

SFW and NSFW HC

Walked in on having sex NSFW

Ruined (smut)

enemies to lovers

Tamed (smut)

Possessive HC

Aizen with a human s/o

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez 🐱

SFW and NSFW Headcanon

Rooting for the antihero (fluff)

Kiss me (smut)

One bed trope (fluff)

5 more minutes (fluff)

Ulquiorra Cifer 😐

SFW and NSFW HC

First time (smut)

Not so scary (fluff)

Coyote Starrk 😴

Gin Ichimaru 🤍

SFW and NSFW HC

Cockwarming NSFW

Gin with a bratty s/o

As Nodt 😶

SFW and NSFW HC

Not so scary (fluff)

Nnoitra Gilga

Tease (smut)

Szayelaporro Granz

Taking care of him after he gets injured

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pin-k-ink · 15 days

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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."

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wulvercazz · 9 months

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"Old Man" 😒

I want you guys to know the magnitud with which I love older!Ichigo with a non-aging Grimmjow ´w`💕 in every sense, for angst and smut, it's just so so tasty 😩 Also Ichigo growing up with the Shiba genes in full force too, naturally. I refuse to believe Ichigo doesn't get at leasT a bit hairy and a bit buffer, like pls didn't we all see young Isshin???

so... Grimmjow'll forever be a brat, but he's Ichigo's brat 🥰

also, giving Grimmjow a pussy is my passion; so how was I not to draw both these tropes together?

#grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigo kurosaki #ichigrimm #一グリ #older!Ichigo #nsft #full spice on Pillowfort<3 #trans!Grimm #afab Grimm #shiba genes Ichigo supremacy uwu #grimmichi

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nyanyakoto · 7 months

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Askbox is open, flood it with requests (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

#genshin impact #bleach x reader #grimmjow x reader #aot #bleach x reader angst #genshin x reader #genshin smut #geto x reader #gojo x reader

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crying-fantasies · 2 years

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Spirit Attachment: Losing it

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Grocery shopping spree was real, back in your young days you had seen many people go to the market when the discounts were good, all the family going in hopes of trying to get more products one-for-person or even mothers pulling one another for a pair of socks on discount.

Now you looked at the meat in front of you, it was on discount, it looked fine, no rotten parts, you took the package, sniffing it a little, nothing funny, it was almost too good to be true, then you realized that the discount was only available with the card of the market.

Of course, something so good wasn't real.

Nothing good was real, just like your almost empty wallet or your almost empty fridge, your paycheck would arrive soon but not as soon as you would like, not as soon as you needed it.

Just when you were getting an existential crisis you felt the skin of your right arm get goosebumps, shortly after a man in white clothes appeared, looking at you for a second and then at the meat in your hand.

You felt his gaze on you again and then to the meat, a repetitive cycle, then he tugged the basket in your hand, your hand trembling at his insistence before you put the meat where you found it and going to another place, the same man after you.

"Why not this?" You returned fast as you could after seeing his hand with the meat, you took it fast from his grasp, then looking around, hopefully no one saw the packet floating in the air, "oi, answer me, you pipsqueak"

You tried to be silent, there was a couple in the other section.

"I'm talking to you" he put his hand on your head, applying pressure, it was just a little but it got you trembling, goosebumps in your neck, he could just crush your skull if he wanted but now he was just messing with you, moving your head with his hand left and right like a petty child, "you better answer now, you said that we could've meat tonight if I left you finish that shitty papers of yours"

You wanted to kill the you of the past, but you also knew that if you didn't do such a thing he would've never let you finish your documents in time.

"Are you deaf now? I told you that those things that you put on your ears will do this" well now he sounded more pissed, you noticed the couple going another way, good, "don't try to ignore me, you fucking-"

You slapped his hand out of you, at least you tried, because of course you didn't have the power to touch him because you were weak in some shit that he said before.

"I'm not ignoring you, I don't have money for that" you didn't have money to pay for the freaking internet this month, you wanted to cry, to bawl and shout at your 15 years old you for believing that living alone would be great.

"You have, I counted what you have in your wallet before coming here" oh, now you were totally shouting at the you of 2 months ago for teaching him how to count in hopes of getting him distracted in other things and not pestering you.

"Listen, you need to..." Now, how would you explain to him what was a credit card? "Look, it's just that you need to make a contract to someone, that needs more money, I don't have that much"

"How much?"

"Um, about the double of that?" You pointed at the first thing that you found near, a cute pillow with the form of some kind of dog with a chainsaw in the head, it was quite expensive.

He looked at the pillow, then at the meat and then at you, squinting eyes, oh, he was calculating, you bet that he was doing a mental calculation in that very moment, you still couldn't believe that he was so good when you still needed your fingers on occasions.

"Ok, yeah, you don't have enough" you gave thanks to every divinity that you knew, finally teaching him about money and the current economy system gave good results, "I'll take this then, not you" and then you screamed internally after seeing him take the package like nothing, even grabbing three more.

"No! Don't you dare! What have I told you of stealing?!"

"That I don't get caught?"

"No!" You shouted at the you of four months ago, so irresponsible! "Don't move things in public! You know that others can't see you, people can freak out!"

"Like I care"

"I do care!"

"Oh my!" He heard the voice of a woman near, he looked at her and of course said woman was looking at you and then he also looked at you, he felt your usual energy, It wasn't reiatsu, he was sure of it, but what you had was quite similar to some point if he had to describe it.

It was heavy, it attached to him, it smelled, it had taste, it would always exude from you every time that you were in this kind of situations when you were on the verge.

It made him want to throw you in front of a Menos Grande to see how much of it you would exude by the surprise of being in front of the frightening big creature, damn, it could be a lot, he almost couldn't breathe when you crossed paths with a hollow that one time, he smelled like it for a whole week.

There was silence, then he felt your usual energy finally getting to him, you were trembling and he inhaled your energy, he felt good, his fangs aching and his nails growing, being even more sharp than before.

"You're so good doing magic tricks, don't you?" Now your energy dissipated, leaving him a little angry, you, for another part, beamed, relief in your veins because you could explain the flying objects.

"Yes, yes, I'm just practicing a bit" you moved your hands in were he was holding the packages, you looked like an idiot and he hated how you started to play dumb around him so he left all the packages hit the floor.

The woman laughed and told you to keep practicing because you were good, you smiled, nervous, and he felt a bit of your energy again but it wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

"Well, we couldn't get that meat but we had these" you took the other packages out, it started to smell but with a few condiments it would be good as new, "Grim, do you want yours raw, 50-50 or well cooked?"

He felt anger, and you obviously noticed that when he got up of his spot in your sofa to look at you, menacing, the pressure around you a lot heavier.

"That's not my name you stupid meat bag"

"I'm sorry, but your name is too long, too difficult to even spell"

Now you made it, you noticed, when he showed his fangs to you.

"Listen here you little shit, my name is fine, it's just your tiny brain that can't understand nothing but yelling!"

At the end he wanted you to cook his meat 50-50 and spicy with an extra portion of rice and french fries in order to accept your apology.

The next day all the meat was again gone, you looked distraught, more than ever, he looked at you and then saw how you were now eating what was supposed to be for the next week.

He wasn't soft, even less for you, such a weak creature that needed those papers and metallic objects to survive.

But then Grimmjow looked at you again, getting problems to sleep, moving around, your stomach making sounds.

He snarled and then he was gone for an hour.

When you woke up the next day it smelled funny in the living room, or what you called living room, when you got there a big fish was there for you.

"Oh, wait, no, what the hell?!"

"At least give me some thanks, you really would die if I don't do something for you"

"Grim, this is so good" you were all smiles, at least before you connected some dots on your brain, "wait a second, you didn't stole this, right?"

"I didn't, I got it from the freaking ocean, now are you happy?" Maybe you were, because you tackled him only to almost fall in the floor, you couldn't touch him but he could and did so at grabbing you by the collar of your clothes to stop your fall.

"Thank you, thank you so much" you were now crying, he expected your usual energy like every time that you cried but what you exuded in that moment was different, it was strong, it was lighter, it was so strong but so repulsive, it was now all around him and you and it almost made him snarl at you again, "now, how am I going to put this in the fridge?"

"Do I've to do everything here?" He said that but then he raised his hand, his claws in all his sharp glory.

"No, wait!" Too late, now all your living room had the blood and guts of the fish on it, including you.

#reader insert #x reader #angst #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x reader #bleach

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