#Bleach Grimmjow

[fairypocalypse]

Throwing my bleach tattoos at the world again (:

[persober]

after all this time? always.

[gojuo]

[mynqzo]

gwimjow :3

[ladymahou]

Bleach: Sennen Kessen-hen Episode 32

[silversoulsociety]

Grimmjow Jaegerjaques

Bleach TYBW- the conflict E6

[pipstr]

"Let's fight, Kurosaki" 3/6

I'd be happy to receive your feedback aka reblogs (with tags i LOVE tags UwU), likes and follows. Stay tuned because this is only a half of what I plan to draw!

[maldito-junajo]

Bleach x Studio Ghibli

[chiisanahoshi]

Grimmjow illustration drawn by BLEACH TYBW Animation Director - せー (@sey__)

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[jirishnesensei]

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

[katsuma6]

Wait.... hear me out 📣‼️ MDNI

Teaching Grimmjow how to kiss.

He sits down on the couch, his arms outstretched on either side of the back of it. His eyes glued to yours as you strattle his lap.

You watch his movements. He's tense. Every muscle in his body tight. You find it amusing, seeing him so nervous and he hates it. A mere human girl, having the upper hand on him.

But, he also wouldn't dare push you away.

You raise both hands, slowly inching them towards his face. "You don't have to but, when you kiss someone, it feels good to be held like this," you explain, cupping his face in your hands. His body jolts a little at your gentle and ever so soft touch.

And then, you lean in. Closer and closer. Slow, careful. Your lips melt into his.

Grimmjows heart never beat so fast.

And once he actually got a taste of you... that was it. That was all he needed to become completely addicted.

You pulled back with a deep flush in your cheeks. A whoosh of air brushes past your head as his hand shoots out, gripping the back of your neck.

"Wait, one more time."

You smile, leaning in again. This time a bit more deep. More intense. He's quick to understand, mimicking your movements. His lips copying yours as his grip tightens on the back of your neck. Unable to hold back, a moan accidentally slips from your mouth and Grimmjow perks up with curious eyes.

"S- sorry," you stutter. "I didn't mean-"

"Do that again."

You blink at him and this time, it's Grimmjow that pulls you in. His lips messily exoring yours, wet and hot.

"Wait," you pant out between kisses, hoping to grab his attention.

He pulls away, saliva connecting your lips. He cocks a brow. Your body heats up, as you lean in a bit more.

"Like this," Instead, you sensuously nibble and gently suck on his lip, giving him a tender surface lip kiss. Then, you start to set the pace for a more intense make-out using a shallow tongue and tenderly touch his face so it keeps you both at an intimate distance. If he starts to get overzealous, you seductively pull back and make your way to his ear as a segue to reset, giving his neck a wet trail of kisses.

He gets frustrated, sure, but his rock hard cock tells you he actually loves being teased and he never wants this to stop.

[brittscafe]

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

Synopsis: During TYBW Cour 3, Grimmjow comes to your rescue when Jugram, Lille Barro, Gerard Valkyrie, Askin battle against you and Orihime, Chad, and Ganju.

A/n: Hiii!! I got inspired when I saw Grimmjow return in cour 3 and I realized how much I missed him 😩

A grunt escapes your dry, cracked lips as you collapse onto your knees. Jugram is towering over you, long blonde hair gently flowing in the wind.

Your eyes glance around at your friends scattered on the ground, Chad, Orihime, and Ganju. Faces scrunched with pain and bodies curled up, enemies standing over them with a proud smile on their faces.

Jugram glances down at you, eyes cold and dark as he reaches out.

Jugram's rough fingertips grab onto your jaw and lift up your head, your eyes meeting his.

"Did you really think you had a chance against me? A soul reaper against a Quincy?!" he speaks through gritted teeth, like it's even an insult to think that you ever had a chance against him.

You're panting heavily, chest pounding as you struggle to find the words. Your shaking fingers are still wrapped around your sword that's on the ground.

Your body is rattled, bruised, and beyond exhausted. Your throat is so dry you can feel it squeezing together and screaming for a drop of water.

You glare up into his Jugram's eyes, your nostrils flaring and face scrunching up.

You aren't one to give up, especially not to a Quincy. In one swift motion, with all the strength you have left, you swing your sword at Jugram.

He swiftly moves, sword colliding with yours, blocking your attack.

Sweat runs down your cheek as Jugram slowly pushes all his weight down onto his sword, slowly pushing both of the swords closer to you.

Suddenly Jugram pulls his sword away then slams it against yours. A gasp leaves your lips as the force from the swing is so strong, it knocks the sword from your fingertips.

Your sword clatters on the ground, mere millimeters away from your fingertips.

"Asshole," you murmur underneath your breath, eyes flashing over to your sword, too far away, then back at Jugram. He holds his sword point at your throat and you inhale through your gritted teeth.

"Any finally words...y/n?" Jugram asks you, daggers inside of his eyes.

Your nostrils flare with anger and Jugram presses his foot onto your chest, holding you down. You squirm against his weight as the sword grows closer to your throat.

You squeeze your eyes shut as your body shuts down. Your body is just too weak for you to defend yourself, so you must prepare yourself for the end...

"Hey...get your hands off her."

That voice...it's like a growl. A deep possessive growl that comes from somebody who loves you deeply.

You snap your eyelids open and glance behind Jugram. Your eyes can't believe what they are seeing, but boy, does he stand there ever so clearly.

Grimmjow's chuckle rings throughout the air and a few strands of his electric blue hair hang down in front of his forehead. His sword on his side. The sight of him makes your stomach churns.

He looks so feral.

Are those...skinny jeans?

You have to hold yourself back from laughing. Jugram gazes over at his shoulder at Grimmjow, letting down his guard. You reach out, fingertips wrapping around your sword and you swing it.

Jugram leaps out of the way and lands on his feet, feet away from you. Grimmjow appears by your side, grabbing you by your arm and lifting you off your feet.

He throws you over his shoulder and you gasp, opening your mouth to protest as Grimmjow takes off with you.

"Grimmjow...you left Orihime, Ganju, and Chad behind!" you scoff out, glancing back at your friends left back. Grimmjow rolls his eyes with annoyance and huffs out.

"Whatever, Kurosaki's got them. No need to worry and give yourself a heart attack, woman," Grimmjow speaks sternly, giving you a light pat on your butt.

Your cheeks heat up and you scoff in defeat. Grimmjow leaps through the air, finally landing on a platform way below the Royal Palace.

Grimmjow gently sets you back down on your feet and you wipe the debris off your uniform.

"Now...what the hell were you thinking?" Grimmjow bites out, eyebrows furrowing.

"Well, I do prefer for the Soul Society to not fall apart in crumbles and have the Qunicies take over," you shake your head with confusion.

"You're stupid. So stupid, you could've gotten killed!" Grimmjow raises his voice. Although, his face has mad written all over it, it's very clear that he's worried about you.

Concern laced in his voice as he stares at you, nostrils flaring. You step closer to him and place your hand on his cheek. His eyes instantly soften and his facial expression drops.

"Are you worried about me, Grimmjow?" you speak softly and he lets out a heavy breath.

"I know you can take care of yourself, y/n," he replies as your thumb caresses his soft skin.

"You came to help us, didn't you?" you ask, a tiny smile forming along your face. Grimmjow peels his eyes away from you and scoffs, face grimacing with disgust.

"Please, just you. You know how I feel about those Soul Reapers," he comments, gazing back at you. He gazes at your soft smile, so precious to him.

Grimmjow suddenly wraps his arms around you, letting his head fall onto your shoulder. He buries his face into your neck and you can feel his warm breath on your neck.

"I love you," he mumbles into your skin. You giggle at his words, moving your hand up your back and gathering his hair into your fingers.

You swear you hear Grimmjow purr as your fingers massage his scalp. His arms are wrapped around your waist ever so tightly, pressing your body against his.

Grimmjow's heart is a steady beat in your arms. He pulls his face up from your neck and eagerly presses his lips against yours. His kiss is desperate and needy, but also passionate and rough.

You let out a tiny moan against his lips as his fingers dig into your flesh. Lips, colliding and molding together as one. Grimmjow loves the taste of your lips and how soft they are against yours.

He slowly pulls away from your lips, teeth tugging on your bottom one. His piercing blue eyes are naughty with the look inside of them as he gazes at you.

A sudden explosion goes off from above you, rocks and debris falling down onto the platform you're on. Grimmjow and you glance up above then back at each other.

"Yhwach..." you sigh out.

"Ok...let's go save your friends and the Soul Society," he comments with a smile on his face.

[witchmachi]

ummm … happy birthday ichigo this is all i have for you

[gojuo]

Yo. It's been a while, Kurosaki.

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

[mynqzo]

distressed hand gestures at them

[ladymahou]

Bleach: Sennen Kessen-hen Episode 33