#Bleach Grimmjow

[entomologistt]

HE’S BAAAAAAAAACK 🗣️

Yo. It's been a while, Kurosaki.

BLEACH: THOUSAND-YEAR BLOOD WAR ARC The Conflict — EP. 397: Against the Judgement

[persober]

MY BELOVED╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[pipstr]

im back with my ichihime + grimmjow thing

[artistichermit]

Redraw of a frame of Grimmjow in the latest episode. I love him so much, he's so cool. I want him to have his spin-off please Kubo-

[fallenbutterfly-nemesis]

Love & Hate, Part 2

Grimmjow x reader

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Weeks passed without a trace of him, and while you swore it was a relief, a strange sense of irritation gnawed at you. Every rustle, every hollow lurking in the shadows, every shift in the air—your first thought was Grimmjow. You told yourself it was because he was a threat, not because of… anything else. Still, no amount of convincing could shake the feeling that something was missing.

Then, one evening, just as you were wrapping up a mission, you felt that unmistakable, wild spiritual pressure flood the air. Grimmjow. And like clockwork, your pulse quickened, that familiar blend of frustration and thrill surging through you. You’d barely turned around before he appeared right in front of you, arms crossed, smirk locked and loaded.

“Miss me?” he asked, sounding all too pleased with himself.

You sighed dramatically, giving him a deadpan look. “I forgot you even existed.”

“Really?” He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing, testing. “'Cause from the way you’re glaring at me right now, I’d say you missed me a lot.”

You crossed your arms, refusing to back down. “In your dreams. But sure, Grimmjow, if it helps your fragile ego, go ahead and think that.”

He laughed, the kind of laugh that was equal parts genuine and infuriating. “You talk a big game for someone who’s clearly happy to see me.”

You scoffed, your cheeks heating up in betrayal. “What are you even doing here?”

He shrugged, casual as always. “Just passing through. Thought I’d check on my favorite punching bag.” He leaned in, his voice lowering, that smirk daring you to react. “Wouldn’t want you getting soft without me around to keep you sharp.”

“Please. You’re the one who’s gonna get soft if you keep spending all your time lurking in shadows,” you shot back, but your pulse betrayed you, racing as he closed the distance, a touch too close for comfort. “Why don’t you find some other idiot to annoy?”

Grimmjow chuckled, looking at you with an intense, almost unreadable expression. “Nah. None of them are as fun as you.”

For a split second, the air between you shifted, the tension stretching so thick you could practically feel it. You hated how he always had that effect on you, how he knew exactly which buttons to press, how he made it impossible to think straight. But before you could respond, Grimmjow’s expression darkened, his gaze shifting past you.

“Get down,” he muttered, pushing you aside as a blast of energy whizzed by, leaving a scorched mark on the ground. You barely had time to react before a swarm of hollows closed in around you both, their claws and teeth flashing in the moonlight.

Without missing a beat, the two of you fell into a brutal rhythm, fending off the attackers side-by-side. For all his arrogance, Grimmjow fought like no one you’d ever seen—raw, ruthless, and fierce. You found yourself matching his intensity, both of you moving in sync like you’d trained together for years.

“Watch your left!” he shouted, blocking a hollow from blindsiding you.

“I had it covered,” you shot back, slashing through the creature with ease.

“Sure, whatever you say,” he replied with a grin, tearing through another with his bare hands. Blood spattered across his face, and he looked back at you with a wild, almost feral look in his eyes. “Try to keep up.”

When the last hollow fell, you were both left breathing hard, surrounded by the aftermath of the fight. Grimmjow stood there, looking completely in his element, a hint of admiration mixed into his usual cocky stare.

“Not bad, Y/N,” he said, his tone softer than usual. “You might actually be getting stronger.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat in your chest. “I’ve always been strong, Grimmjow. Maybe it’s you who needs to keep up.”

For once, he didn’t fire back. Instead, he looked at you with a curious expression, almost like he was seeing you for the first time. The usual smirk was gone, replaced by something raw, something real.

And then, before you knew what was happening, he stepped forward, closing the space between you with surprising gentleness. He didn’t say a word, just looked at you with that intense, piercing gaze that had always driven you crazy. There was no snide remark, no mocking laugh. Just a silence that seemed to pull you in, the air thick with something you couldn’t quite name.

You were about to say something—anything to break the tension—when he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was somehow both fierce and soft, as if he was testing the waters but daring you to pull away. You should have pushed him back, should have told him off, but somehow, you found yourself kissing him back, caught up in the heat and fire of it all.

When he finally pulled away, he looked down at you with that infuriating smirk back in place, but there was something different behind it this time, a softness that surprised you.

“Guess I missed you after all,” he murmured, before stepping back, that cocky grin once again firmly in place.

You glared at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “Don’t get used to it.”

But as you both walked away from the battlefield, side-by-side, you knew you were both tangled up in something neither of you could quite escape. And maybe, just maybe, you didn’t hate it as much as you pretended to.

I wrote these last night ✋🏻😔

[stangergorya]

The ending of the new bleach series surprised me

[maldito-junajo]

Bleach x Studio Ghibli

[mynqzo]

distressed hand gestures at them

[witchmachi]

this is how I remember grimmjow’s “death scene”

[timetravellingshinigami]

Do ever wonder if Ichigo gets mild PTSD during cherry blossom season?

*sound on btw

Also, still can't get over someone on Twitter said she "be running through that topless" 😭😭😭 I completely understand btw.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Ichigo and Grimmjow learning that their s/o managed to survive a dangerous situation without a single scratch?

Ichigo watched the great stone wall collapse under its own weight, once the beam from the Sternritter had pierced it’s hull. It would have been pretty cool, if it didn’t mean that their defenses were down and last he knew [Y/N] was standing right there!

“[Y/N]!” He called out, even though he was all the way on the other side of the battlefield.

Ichigo cut through his opponent and sprinted over to the scene where the dust was settling. Frantically scanning the rumble for some sign of his partner, but woefully optimistic in hoping he wouldn’t find anything. “Phew! That was close!”

The Shinigami turned and saw [Y/N] a few yards away from him. Unscathed, perfectly fine, and examining the rumble like him with a much less panicked look. “[Y/N]! You’re alright! How did you avoid the attack??”

“Oh. Well for one I was more over there,” they pointed towards the spot that they had moved to in the fighting, “plus once I saw the wall start to come down I shunpo-ed it out of there.”

“Shunpo….”

“Yeah, Yoruichi has been training me. She said I’ve been getting pretty good. I thought I mentioned that?”

Ichigo wasn’t sure if they had or hadn’t right now. All he knew was that he was relieved they were ok.

He came up to them and gave them a hug. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He told them. Before he let go and they went back to the fighting.

Grimmjow howled with laughter and glee as he cut through another one of these goons. Their bodies splitting open like they were made of paper. Or one of those pinata things from the human world with how they sprayed open when broke. What a time to be alive.

At first, he thought it had to be some kind of joke. Him? Fight for the shitty Shinigami? No way!

But apparently they had lost their idiotic minds, and rolled out the red carpet for him when he came to the Seireitei door. One he was all too happy to paint even redder with blood.

He’d do this little chore for them, then finally kill Kurosaki, and go back home to Hueco Mundo with [Y/N] as champions. This was the best day of his life.

In his hacking and slashing, Grimmjow looked up when he saw one of the buildings fall. Not uncommon in a fight. He thought it was stupid to have buildings that tall anyway. He grinned as he watched on of the Shinigami monuments fall, but then panned down and saw [Y/N] standing near where the rubble would fall. “Shit! [Y/N]!”

There was nothing to be done though. He was too far away. The building was falling to fast. Then by the time be got over there all that was left was rumble and dust. Grimmjow felt his heart stop, then come back to life beating furiously as he was now going to destroy now only these Quincy but everything here for taking his [Y/N] away.

The Arrancar turned to begin his killing spree, when suddenly a large piece of the rumble was dislodged and flew through the air. It barely missed him as he watched [Y/N] climb out of the hole they created. Dusting off their outfit while muttering, “this was brand new…”

Grimmjow watched in amazement but then grinned wildly as he saw that they were ok. Of course they were ok. How stupid of him to thinking a grubby old building would take out his [Y/N].

He scooped them up with one arm to pull them close, still with that grin. “I thought I lost you there for a second.”

“Who? Me?” They asked in amusement.

Grimmjow gave them a kiss before he let go and they both went back to the fighting. His spree might be on hold, but his ‘chore’ still wasn’t done. And Kurosaki was still out there somewhere.

[gojuo]

[persober]

HE IS SOOOO

[exhaslo]

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BadBoy!Grimmjow x GoodGirl!Reader (Smut)

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[fallenbutterfly-nemesis]

Love & Hate

Grimmjow x reader

In the midst of a chaotic world filled with hollows, humans, and shinigami, you, Y/N, have somehow managed to get entangled with none other than Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the brash, relentless, and undeniably frustrating Arrancar.

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Grimmjow was insufferable. Arrogant, impulsive, and reckless to the core. Every time he showed up, you could feel the headache starting before he even opened his mouth. He was the type to walk into a room like he owned the place, flaunting that cocky smirk that you wanted to slap right off his face.

But there was something else—a twisted attraction that lingered in the air whenever he was around. It was almost intoxicating, in the worst way. For every annoying, snide comment he made, there was also that stupid, raw, fiery intensity in his eyes when he looked at you, the same intensity he had in battle. You hated it. But also, you didn't. And that was the most frustrating part.

“Oi, Y/N,” Grimmjow would start, sauntering over like he had all the time in the world. “Don’t you get tired of pretending to be so high and mighty?”

You’d roll your eyes, barely glancing his way. “Don't you get tired of having an ego bigger than your brain?”

He'd laugh, that loud, cocky laugh, clearly enjoying the challenge. Grimmjow loved to push buttons, and you were a favorite target. Any normal person would have walked away, but for some reason, you found yourself standing your ground. Maybe it was the thrill, the weird attraction to the way he fought against everything and everyone.

In the quieter moments—rare as they were—Grimmjow would sometimes let his guard down, just for a second. He’d lean in close, maybe after a particularly intense fight, blood on his hands and a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Not bad, Y/N. You might actually be worth keeping around.”

You’d scoff, refusing to show any weakness. “Like I’m sticking around for you. Keep dreaming.”

He’d smirk, and that smirk would stay on your mind far longer than you cared to admit. Because for all the hate, there was also this undeniable pull. It was like you were both caught in the same dangerous dance, and every fight, every insult, only dragged you in deeper.

When he disappeared for a while, though, you’d tell yourself you were just glad to be rid of him. But deep down, you felt the loss, the thrill you missed in the quiet. Because for all his insufferable arrogance, Grimmjow was someone who made you feel alive. You hated him. And, in some strange way, you couldn't help but feel something close to love too.

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The end? Or the beginning of another round of arguments?

[jirishnesensei]

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