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hobgayblin · 4 years

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oh I forgot to post my barikke/grimmjow fic exerpts (bc I’m too lazy to write real fics

There’s 2 of them, the 1st is Barikke being mean and the 2nd one is kinda nsf/w but not really I just thought of a funny nsf/w phrase and had to write abt it

[hubbhb I dont wanna write lead up to this. bitches talking and vibing or some shit who knows. Grimmjow climbed up onto a ledge and layed there bc he is a cat]

Grimmjow rolled over onto his stomach to properly look at the tall pink-haired man in front of him. His eyes inspected the man, wandering up and down the man’s body as he continued to spout off some nonsense he hadn’t actually been paying attention to. Not a damn scratch on him. His clothes were still torn up, but there was no trace of any wounds otherwise. Grimmjow could barely recall if he’d seen any wounds in the first place. It made him the perfect training dummy, at least; didn’t need to worry about tearing him to shreds when he almost immediately healed any scratch. His eyes flicked back up to Barikke’s face once he realized he’d stopped talking. The arrancar had a wide smile on his perpetually tired looking face. One of Grimmjow’s hands came up to prop up his head a bit more, bringing himself to eye level with the other man. The two locked eyes for a moment before the silence was broken.

"It's dangerous for such low-ranking arrancar to be wandering around here all alone y'know," Grimmjow's head tilted to one side questioningly as he continued, "If you’re not accompanying someone... It'd be a shame for you to become some kind of experiment fodder."

"Oh-ho-ho how sweet. You’re worrying about me?" Barikke mused, bringing the back of his hand up to his chin and giving a mischievous smile. “And I’m not alone now am I? You’re right here with me.” The smile faded from that of a troublemaker to a more sweet, genuine grin.

Grimmjow's face contorted in annoyance at the comment, but quickly relaxed into his more neutral everyday scowl. The espada pushed himself up from his lounging position, and dragged his legs up and over the edge of his perch. His arms flew up over his head to stretch before slouching forward and resting an elbow on his knee, chin once again being placed in his hand. His eyes narrowed at Barikke, whose eyes were very clearly following his chest as he stretched, and were still locked on to their target. Using his other hand, Grimmjow snapped his fingers a few times next to his face.

"Hey, hey, I'm up here now dumbass." Another brief look of annoyance crossed his face as he now looked down at the other man. Barikke obliged by looking up to lock eyes with him, a lazy grin stretching across his face. Grimmjow paused, in thought for a brief moment, before speaking again.

"I’m just worried about losing one of the only bitches around here that's worth sparring with."

"Do you now--"

"That's why," Grimmjow raised his voice to stop the other man from continuing whatever inane shit he was about to say this time, "I have a proposal for you."

Immediately, Barikke's eyes lit up with bastardous intent, but as soon as he opened up his mouth he was cut off again.

"What I'm proposing," Grimmjow loudly started again, eyes narrowed at the pink-haired bastard, "is that you become one of my fracción. No one’s gonna touch you if you’re workin’ under me"

Grimmjow's head listed to the side again, and a smirk spread across his face as he gave his suggestion. He was met with several moments of silence, and Barikke's face returned to its regular blank expression. The smirk faded as the silence continued; the two just stayed there, eyes locked, in silence, for seemingly forever. Grimmjow's eye twitched as Barikke continued to stare at him, stone faced and uncharacteristically quiet. He tried to break the silence, but almost as soon as his mouth opened there was a hand squeezing his jaw and dragging his face down closer to the arrancar's.

"What the fu--" This time it was Grimmjow who was cut off, but by a quiet, almost whispered voice.

"I'm not here to serve anyone, Jaegerjaquez." An insidious and cold tone had replaced Barikke's usually joyful, lilted voice. Grimmjow twitched at the use of his name; Barikke called him that frequently, but always lightheartedly, or accompanying a joke.

"I'm trying to help you here," Grimmjow spat out, "you should be fucking grateful."

Barikke's grip tightened, prompting a strained growl from the espada. A large hand latched onto Barikke's wrist in an attempt to pull the hand away. The grip only tightened further, Barikke's short claws now digging into Grimmjow's skin. He dragged the other man's face even closer, until he was only a couple inches away from his own.

"Grateful?" Barikke's voice took a more sickly sweet tone now, though the insidiousness was heavily weaved in. "You should be grateful you're so cute," Barikke playfully wiggled Grimmjow's trapped face back and forth slightly, "otherwise I would have killed you and taken your place by now, kitten"

With that, Barikke flicked his wrist and flung Grimmjow backwards. The espada quickly caught himself and snapped back to a sitting position. He rubbed his cheek with one hand, face red with both the squeeze marks, and unbridled rage.

[and then they fight or s/t i dont wanna write it rn]

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“Hey Breakfast!” The small arrancar waved over at the two others as he passed by.

“Helloooo Phelinx!” Barikke waved his fingers at the other man and gave a small smile. Grimmjow didn’t acknowledge the other arrancar, but his eyes followed him until he walked out of sight. Once Phelinx was gone, Grimmjow’s eyes snapped over to the other arrancar, and a sly smirk spread across his face. Barikke’s gaze met his as he cocked his head to the side.

“Can I help you?”

“Breakfast?” Grimmjow cooed mockingly as he took a step in front of the tall man. Barikke opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a surprised yelp as rough hands grabbed onto his hips and slammed him into the espada. A light blush and a look of slight annoyance came across Barikke’s face as he felt the grip tighten and saw Grimmjow’s grinning face crane up to get closer to his.

“That mean I can eat you?” Grimmjow’s grin widened as he licked his lips and tried to bring the other man even closer, despite already being pressed against each other. The blush on Barikke’s face grew slightly, before he took a deep breath to collect himself. He pressed his hands together in front of himself as if he were praying, and released his breath. Then, his face suddenly dropped back to its regular blank state, and he tilted his wrists to point his hands at Grimmjow.

“You better be talking about my pussy, or I’m going to grab you by the legs and swing you around like a wild chimpanzee.”

#barikke drega #🐆#these are NOT finished but theyre good enough #and also im never gonna finish them so.#the 2nd one is so much funnier just ending on that quote anyway hdgfkhsdf #writing #bastardes supreme

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