#Grimmjow Bleach

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War - The Conflict || Episode 6

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ONLY MINE 💦 GRIMMJOW X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 24: PUBLIC SEX

🐙 Requested by: Anonymous: Day 24 and Renji? Or Grimmjow? Afab reader. But just being so needy can't help himself 😩 ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. grimmjow being a possessive kitty. public masturbation and vaginal, hard sex. 🐙 wc: 838 // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

“Grimmjow, honey… you seem a little uneasy… are you ok?” “Do you really think I could be ok with you wearing such a short skirt outside?” 

You giggle, still naïve about the consequences of your skirt’s lack of centimetres.

“Ah… come on, it isn’t even that short!” you joke, as prying eyes of random strangers on that club scan your legs up and down.

Grimmjow grunts at them, he is probably about to use his own hand to poke a hole in their chests. 

“Calm down, babe… they are just looking, you have m-“ you still playfully tease him, getting completely shut by a snatching claw that pinches your cheeks to look at him. You almost fell from your bar stool, as both were sitting at the counter. 

“Shut up…” he barks, as he slides his hand from your knee to under your skirt and up to your core. 

“Gri- Grimmjow… calm down… we are in public ~” you inform him, as if he didn’t know, and especially, cared. 

The blue haired man, well aware of your surroundings, realizes nobody is really watching at you, but only your body… cause that’s with some men, they don’t even care about the human attached to a pair of legs and breasts… 

“Didn’t you tell me you were mine? Let them look how mine you are” he whispers in your ear, smirking before even taking lips from there. 

Your toes curl; you were sure you were finishing this night with raw, hot sex… however, you must have miscalculated when and most importantly, where.

Fingers “discreetly” reach for your thong, moving it out of the way, finding nothing but pure wetness covering your folds. And how could you not, if the moment Grimmjow grunts you are his, your core is ready to agree with him. 

Under your skirt, and the counter, his hand plays with your sex. Touching your clit from time to time, sliding inside your cunt. Your inner thighs tremble, your hand squeezing your glass that’s been empty since a long time now. A little bit more and you are sure you might crush it with your own palm. 

“Gri- babe… s-stop… I can’t” you whisper, trying to make him stop as it has become very noticeable you are indeed being <touched>. 

“Why? Aren’t you mine?” he scoffs, using index and middle finger to slide it inside you in a violent ram. 

You moan, knowing probably nobody heard you over the loud music, but your cheeks turn to fire from the embarrassment -and also since you are very, very close to climax- 

“Why don’t I put my dick inside you, mh?” Grimmjow comes closer, again, murmuring into your ear. 

You gasp, looking at him from the corner of your eye. Where, exactly, he wants to do that? 

“WH-WHERE?” you ask, opening your eyes like two full moons. 

In a matter of seconds, you are dragged against a very close, dark corner next to the bathrooms. Is it the most romantic place? No. Is it risky? Of course it is, but probably you are not the first couple to ever use such “love nest”. 

“Here?”  “Here. I can’t wait no more, turn around” 

You are soon pinned against a wall covered in stickers and who knows what else. Yet, you have no time to care, as your feral lover has lowered your panties until they reach the floor, and his sex has been freed from his black jeans. 

A few pumps get him ready, his hardness has been painful the last half an hour, and he is indeed desperate to be buried deep inside you. 

Lifting your leg just a little from behind, and crunching enough to reach your core, Grimmjow guides his sex into your wet folds.

You whine, loudly. This time you forgot about the rest; every time your lynx lover fucks you everything around stops existing. 

Grimmjow grabs your face in between his fingers. Like claws they manipulate you to look to the side and receive his concupiscent kisses. Tongues in and out, so lewd, so lustful. A picturesque lustful show that probably belongs to a different type of bar. 

“Let them see you, come on… show them… I want them to see how much you love my dick” he grunts, biting your shoulder from behind. His body weight, and the violent trusts makes your body hit the wall nonstop. Breasts plastered against it, that will soon be trapped by his hands… to squeeze them, to pinch them, to enjoy them. 

The sound of loud music and the humid atmosphere reaches you, remind you of where exactly you are. And the thrill of people discovering you adds a special spice to the moment. You know there are probably some eyes on your lustful show. Grimmjow said it himself, and he is probably more interested into showing those exactly how well he fucks his own prey… but what can you do? You are his, and that short skirt was indeed, for him to enjoy… in private, and here too. 

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[imaginingbleach]

Something that randomly came to mind...

Enjoy!

(NSFW below the cut; espadas included: 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8 & Neliel)

Struggled a bit with 8, so forgive me. 😭

Types of Doms they are:

Starrk

This man has got exactly two modes when it comes to sex. Lazy or feral.

He's willing to do a lot with you, but if you catch him in his lazy mode you'll likely be doing most of the work.

Ride him, suck him, hell he'll even give you oral if you both find the right positions for him to laze a out.

Just remember: It's not that he isn't enjoying himself; that rock hard dick proves otherwise...

You knew what you were getting into.

Now then, switching gears: when he's feral, he'll barely let you move.

He's making you cum a minimum of one time before he's even going to penetrate you in any way.

He gets very possessive in this state.

Congratulations! You've essentially got a werewolf boyfriend who's usually lazy and can't transform like that...

But! When he needs to claim you for whatever reason? Welp!

Communication is key with this man! He doesn't mind if you have multiple partners, but he can get a bit jealous if you don't tell him!

Hell, you'll find out on more than one occasion, when someone flirts with you...

He'll bring you home and claim you all night long.

He might not even make it home.

Just... Keep him in the loop if you're crushing or plan to date another. it'll probably save some furniture.

Halibel

As she can't quite use her mouth outside of being in her release form, she's had time to master plenty of other ways to get you off.

She prefers to use her hands and fingers on you, but is not opposed to toys in anyway.

That's primarily for when she's doing any for of penetration on you, though.

She has learned to use any and every part of her body to be able to tease you and leave you squirming and begging for her.

Don't call her master. It reminds her of her fraccións.

May accept being called mommy under the right circumstances, though.

Has absolutely no issues with being called daddy.

Just sit on her lap and ask daddy politely if you can ride her thigh~

Not one to get jealous easily, but is definitely protective.

This is particularly true if you are someone who can be seen as weak to others.

Not very loud, but loves hearing how loud she can make you.

Ulquiorra

He struggles a lot with more human like needs and emotions

So he tends to be a heavy service top...

But it comes with so many questions.

"Why does your face warm when I kiss you?"

"Why do you avert your gaze when I-"

You get the idea.

Eventually once repeated behaviors rise up, he starts catching on.

When you make this sound, it means you really like it.

When you squirm, you're not actually trying to get away.

Just simple stuff, but you'll have had to explain it to him a bit before he starts connecting the dots.

Once he's more comfortable with you and starts recognizing these reactions...

You're in for it.

He's definitely someone who gets off on your pleasure.

As long as you're satisfied, so is he.

Nnoitra

He surprisingly doesn't mind being the one to do all the work.

It let's him be in control of, well, everything.

There's something about seeing how much you get off on everything he does to you that drives the predator in him wild.

He enjoys having control, and, having you submit to let him do whatever he wants is too delicious to pass up.

Plus, he can't help but enjoy the way you always act like such cute little prey when he's teasing you.

Those big doe eyes, the small squeaky and whiny noises you make...

The way he can make you come undone with almost any part of his body...

It's very >:))

Not entirely against sharing, but like with Starrk, if it's not discussed he can get a bit jealous

His jealousy, however, is usually more rage fueled than hormonal so watch out for that.

He's not too into being called anything "special"

May accept "daddy" now and again

Despite how kinky sex with him might be-- it is fueled by emotions (at least on his end)

You've sparked his interest in one way or another enough to warrant wanting to carnally claim you...

There's at least some attachments and calling him "master" immediately throws that out the window to him.

Grimmjow

He definitely still has some characteristics from his more beastial hollow form

His need to claim you is always in battle with his desire to see you submit to him

Kneel before the king and offer him a blowjob, he's grinning wider than Nnoitra

Seeing you beg him to pleasure you is just 😘

Part of the problem with him is that it's a bit difficult for him to give oral... Given that he has to be very conscious of every move he makes because of his hollow mask

But he is a god with his hands.

He's another one who likes to watch you ride his thighs.

Absolutely gets off on being called king, but will absolutely bust a nut if you refer to him as your husband (romantic partner ofc)

This is at it's worst before any kind of marriage, but it's still effective after.

Doesn't see the appeal in being called daddy until he *is* a daddy 👀 something about being one makes it kinkier to him for you to call him daddy

Szayel

A bit different from the others on the list in that he wants to be worshipped like a god.

He wants you to use your entire body to do so, but this is just the first act-- no form of penetration just yet. (Minus maybe deep throating him~)

Now, once that's all done he's got PLENTY of ways to pleasure you...

He's definitely into orgasm denial and overstimulation.

He likes testing your body~

If you're willing, definitely would do some experimenting...

He wouldn't do anything too drastic, though.

If not, he'll find a way to make some of his palatable for you~

You really should thank him for thinking of you.

So/so with names. The higher status the name gives him, the more he'll like it.

Neliel

Dommy mommy 🥰

She absolutely loves to spoil you during kinky times together

Another one who gets off more on your pleasure than her own

If you're not a pillow prince(ss) type of sub, she will boss you around a bit~

But she's so sweet when she does that it just has you melting at her every word

"What was that, baby? Tell mommy what you want~"

She might tease you with that one by having you with a gag in your mouth or other things 🤭

Absolutely does get off on taking care of you

Dotes on you, takes great lengths into making sure you're comfortable during aftercare!

Doesn't matter how you compare size wise to her, she's holding you on her and letting you rest your head on her chest

Makes an amazing pillow ngl

[brittscafe]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐜𝐡?

Pairing: Ichigo Kurosaki, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x gn! reader (seperate)

Summary: Headcanons on Ichigo and Grimmjow with a gn! reader who easily gets jealous.

Request: hiiii!! can i pls request grimmjow, ichigo (seperately) w/ a gn!reader who easily gets jealous whenever someone else tries to flirt w/ their man? love ur works btw!! thanks for keeping the bleach fanfics alive a HAHAJSHHAW.

A/n: omggg hiii! ofccc <3 Also, def struggling this week, I've been sick since Sunday and I've spent all week with my boyfriend and he went back home today for summer (10 hours away 😭)

Content: Fluff, slight cursing maybe, nothing suggestive, reader being jealous.

Ko-fi link (anything is appreciated)

Ichigo

He finds it really cute when you get jealous, but he'll never admit how cute he finds it.

He loves how protective you can get when you get jealous.

He'll see the jealously flare up in your eyes and your body tense for a moment.

Ichigo likes to watch as you glare at the person who's trying to hit on your man or as you tighten your grip around his arm, pulling him closer.

Will try and calm you down if you get mad or try to maybe cause a scene in the middle of public.

Ichigo is really good at comforting you when you're jealous, saying that you shouldn't even be jealous as he's all yours.

Slightly tugs on your hand and pulls you into him to distract you from the person hitting on him.

Will sometimes pull you into a tight hug, grabbing the back of your head and pushing your face into his chest.

He can't hide the grin that's tugging on his face as he watches how jealous you can get.

Grimmjow

Kitty meow meow lovessss it when you get jealous.

He finds it really hot and has no problem admitting it. He'll lean down and whisper how hot it in your ear.

You thought that Grimmjow might be annoyed when you got jealous, but no, it just makes you even more attractive than you already are.

He'll wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into his embrace, covering your neck in soft kisses.

His wicked grin will appear as he watches the smoke practically fuming out of your ears as you glare at the person hitting on Grimmjow.

The rage that grows inside of you when someone tries to flirt with Grimmjow is undeniable.

Of course, Grimmjow hates it to when others try to flirt with him. He'll scowl and grimace in disgust, pulling you closer and indicating that you're together.

He likes it when you raise your voice at the person flirting with him and you express how he's yours.

Grimmjow definitely wants to hurry home after the situation tho...

[beneathstarryskies]

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Grimmjow just can't let you go.

Word Count: 2,380

Warnings: toxic behavior, implied social media stalking, mentions of alcohol, fem!reader, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), manipulation

I think it's pretty tame overall but please heed the warnings

Your reasons for breaking up with Grimmjow were valid, although you’d never get him to see that. He was possessive. He was rude to your friends. Although he was never aggressive towards you, it was tiresome to pull him away from every single man who even looked in your direction when you were out together. You loved him dearly, but the relationship had become exhausting. It was tiresome to always have to be the mature one. 

Grimmjow didn’t accept it. He wouldn’t accept it. You were his everything. The only ray of light in his world; the person that kept him grounded more than he’d ever been before. 

“Good morning, doll,” he texted you every single morning. Sometimes you answered because you felt a tug of guilt in your chest, or because you secretly missed him just as badly. But then you set your phone aside and tried to go on about the day. 

He didn’t have to know you still slept in his shirts or sometimes sprayed the cologne he left over on your pillow so that you could pretend he was still sleeping beside you. 

A month after you’ve dumped him, you manage to go a full week without succumbing to the urge to text him back. Grimmjow was going nuts. He still texted you every morning, sometimes with sprinklings of “thinking about you, dollface” throughout the day. As he grew more desperate, he even sent you a dick pic, “don’t you miss me?” the accompanying text had said.

At the end of the week, your friends managed to talk you into going out. They had you convinced all you needed was a little rebound dick to get over your dry spell, and you’d be back in the saddle. 

What they didn’t know was that Grimmjow was all over your social media accounts. The second that group selfie went up, he recognized the club you were at. It’s one of your favorites. 

~

You were already a little drunk when your eyes fell on Grimmjow. He was sitting at the bar wearing a black button-up that was wide open, showing off his muscular chest, and a pair of ripped jeans. He looked as casual and calm as you remembered him, but with that air of confidence that seemed to attract everyone towards him. You felt a surge of jealousy when you noticed another girl sitting beside him, smiling brightly as she attempted to chat him up. 

“What are you looking at?” one of your friends asks, swaying drunkenly as she leans against your shoulder. 

“He’s here,” you say. “Grimmjow.” 

Her eyes follow yours towards the bar, and she raises her eyebrows. You sigh as you watch the girl beside him lean closer, but you can’t sink to his level. You don’t want to be the one getting jealous and making an ass out of yourself. 

You down your drink and then try to look confident as you make your way to the bar for another. Even though you’re viscerally aware of his presence just a few seats down from where you’re leaning over the bar ordering drinks, you try to appear as carefree and unaware of him as you can. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him standing up. Then his hand is on your hip, squeezing it like you’re still his. He leans in and you can feel his breath hot against your ear. 

“Thought you were hiding from me, dollface. Why didn’t you come say hello?” he says. You shudder immediately, not wanting to give in but craving more of his touch. You squirm out of his grasp. 

“I’m not in the habit of saying hello to exes. Especially ones that have a new girl hanging off of them” you roll your eyes. 

“Ouch,” he holds his chest as he feigns hurt but then he’s slipping right back into that maddeningly confident smirk. “Don’t be jealous, dollface. I just met her, but we both know who I came here lookin’ for.” 

“I-I’m not jealous!” 

“Oh? Maybe I should take her home then,” he leans in closer and waves at the girl even though she’s looking pretty pissed. “She is cute, right?” 

Your ass is saved by the bartender passing your drink to you. Grimmjow’s hand wraps around the glass before yours does. He steps back, holding your drink hostage. 

“You never change, doll. Always the same drink,” he chuckles as he takes a sip. 

“Don’t be an asshole, Grimmjow! I came to have fun with my friends,” you whine. 

“Fine, fine. Let’s have fun, then,” he downs your drink in one gulp and sets the empty glass on the bar. His large hand wraps around your wrist and he drags you to the dancefloor. 

“Grimmjow! I can’t!” 

His arms wrap around your waist, guiding you to sway against him. 

“You used to love dancing with me,” he chuckles and kisses your neck. “Used to beg me to hold you against me and dance with you like this” 

He purrs against your ear as he rubs his crotch against your ass. You whine when you feel his half-hard cock against you, and for a brief moment you remember how good it used to feel when he bent you over and…

“Grimmjow, my friends,” you whine half-heartedly. 

“Baby, they’re too drunk to even realize you’re missing. You need me to take care of you.” 

Your head falls back against his shoulder as he guides you to sway to the music. You can’t help pressing your ass back against him, and he growls in response. 

“Hey, I think you need to go home,” he whispers against your ear. “Want me to take you there, baby?” 

“I’m not ready,” you pout. 

“Mm, I think you are,” he insists. 

He pulls away and you miss his warmth against you so quickly. You almost want to throw yourself in his arms, but instead, you let him take your hand and guide you outside to his car. 

“Grimmjow, we shouldn’t…”

“Why not, baby? You still want me, I still want you.” 

He knows deep down you’re still in love. He just needed to remind you. He needed you to remember how good things would be between you. It doesn’t have to end just because you have some silly notion in your head that you’re better off apart. He’ll prove it to you. 

“Grimmjow, we broke up,” you whine, trying to remind yourself as much as him.

He pins you against the car and kisses you passionately. It takes you a brief moment to lean in and kiss him back. You just can’t stop yourself. Your hands tangle in his hair as your tongues rub together in a fiery fight for dominance that Grimmjow easily wins. 

“Fuck,” you whisper as the two of you pull away from the kiss. You shudder softly and have to restrain yourself from kissing him again. 

“I should go back inside, my friends are probably looking for me.” 

“Come on, baby. You know they’re not. They saw us dancing. They know who you’re leaving with.” 

You try to resist, but he’s opening the car door for you and ushering you inside. Before you have a chance to gather your thoughts, you’re sitting in the passenger seat of his car while he’s cranking the engine. As he starts down the road, one hand is on the wheel while the other squeezes and kneads your bare thighs. 

“I missed this. I missed you, really fucking bad,” he confesses while keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the road. You can tell by the tight set of his jaw, barely visible by the streetlights ahead, that it wasn’t easy for him to admit his feelings. 

“I miss you too,” you admit. 

“We don’t have to stay broken up, you know? It’s just stupid to torture ourselves this way.” 

“I know.” 

You felt stupid admitting it out loud. Over the past few weeks he’s been a constant presence either on your mind or on your phone vying for your attention. You tried so hard to stay strong and resilient. Now in the darkness of his car with his hand on your thigh and a couple drinks running through your system it’s all too easy to give in to his intense presence. 

“Have you been with anyone else?” you ask quietly, not wanting the answer but needing to know. 

“I mean…Fuck, why do you have to ask me that?” 

“Tell the truth,” you plead. 

He looks ashamed. The car pulls to a stop in front of your building, and there he is again staring out the windshield into the dark night. 

“Yeah. Just a hookup…I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought fucking someone else would bring me out of it, you know? Take me back to who I was before I met you, but it didn’t.” 

“I haven’t been with anyone else.” 

“Am I an asshole for feeling relieved?” he chuckles bitterly, already knowing the answer. 

“Sorta,” you laugh too and lean across the console to kiss his cheek. 

“Gonna invite me in?” 

“Will you still be there in the morning?” 

“Yeah, and the next one after that if you’ll let me.” 

You know you shouldn’t let him. You should tell him no. You should push his hand off your thigh and yell at him for being a jerk. Instead you nod slowly and wait for him to open the door for you. 

Inside your apartment, Grimmjow leads you by the hand to your bedroom. He doesn’t wait for your half-hearted arguments before his lips are crashing against yours. He lets out a soft purr when you kiss him, and he lifts you up to lay you down on the bed without having to break the kiss. His lips drag down your chin to your neck where he nibbles and sucks marks onto your flesh so you’ll remember for days where he’s been. Greedy hands tug at your dress and knead at your flesh in a discombobulated flurry as though he can’t decide whether he wants to touch you or rip your dress to shreds. 

“You smell so fucking good,” he growls in the brief instant he can stand not having his mouth on you. Even as he bunches your dress up at your hips, he’s still pressing kisses everywhere he can reach, not caring if his mouth hits your skin or fabric. 

“Grimmjow,” you whine. 

“Mm, I love how you say my name.” 

When he finally settles between your thighs, he can’t even take the time to properly remove your panties. He leans in and drags his tongue against the damp lace. Just the taste of you sends a shiver of delight down his spine. His tongue manages to find your clit and he teases it until you’re tugging on his hair, pleading for more. He hooks his thumb into the crotch of your panties and pushes them aside before leaning in to continue his assault. Feeling his breath on your pussy and the softness of his tongue flicking against your clit makes you whine with need. 

He dips his fingers into your entrance to test how wet you are before getting up on his knees. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it onto the ground before reaching down to unbuckle his pants. He pushes them down just past his ass. 

“You look so pretty like this, baby girl,” he purrs as he takes in the sight of you laying underneath him. Your cheeks are flushed and you’re panting softly. He grabs your legs and lets them rest over his shoulders. Then, he grabs your hips to pull you closer to him. Your bottom half drags against his thighs until he has you settled just right. 

“I want you so bad,” you moan. 

“I want you too, baby.” 

His eyes focus between your thighs. He drags his cock between your folds to tease your cunt before finally lining himself up to your entrance. You let out a wanton moan as he slides into you slowly, savoring every inch of your velvet walls surrounding his cock. You watch as his eyes roll back in his head, and his jaw goes slack as he bottoms out into you. 

“Oh fuck, you feel good,” he pants. 

He’s almost forgotten how much he loves fucking you. You’re so needy and clingy for him. Even in this positon with your legs on his shoulders, you reach out to grab his hand. You make everything feel so close and intimate in ways he’d never experienced with anyone else. So often Grimmjow has fucked without feeling but from the very first time you were together he felt loved and seen. It was a feeling he craved during your time apart and a feeling he won’t let go of easily. 

“I love you,” you swallow hard. 

“I love you too,” he grunts as he thrusts. 

He caresses your tits and stomach slowly because he just can’t stand not touching you as much as possible. He moans as he picks up his pace, pounding away as you moan with pleasure underneath him. 

“Fuck,” you moan softly. 

His thumb traces down your stomach before pressing against your clit. Then, he begins rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves just as he knows you like it, making your eyes roll back with pleasure. With just a few more thrusts, your walls are tightening around his cock. You arch your back as waves of pure, white-hot bliss roll over you. 

When your vision clears, you realize he’s let your legs fall to his sides. His eyes are glazed over with lust as he lowers his body over yours, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His pace quickens as he chases his high, then at the last possible moment, he considers pulling out. As you cling to him, he decides against it. He groans and purrs against your ear as he fills you to the brim with his seed, marking you as his once more. 

His purring fills the room as he nuzzles against your neck. You rub his back in easy circles. Your eyes flutter closed and you let out a small sigh. Deep down you know there’s no getting rid of him now, and you’re not sure if you want to. 

[pipstr]

im back with my ichihime + grimmjow thing

[cherryblossombankai]

Day 10: Overstimulation with Grimmjow 

Warnings: fem!reader, oral (fem recieving), overstimulation

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He has you pinned down on the bed, spread out before him like a king’s feast. Your body is littered with feral bite marks, some of them deep enough to be dripping with blood. Your cheeks are flushed and sweat clings to your skin in a thin sheen. Grimmjow has your thighs spread wide open, and his tongue prods your hole needily. His thumb rubs against your sensitive, swollen nub.

“Grimm, can’t…” you whine. 

If he hears you, he doesn’t respond. You’d been able to tell from when he walked in the door that he was riled up. He’d bent you over the table as soon as he got home and fucked you until your knees were jelly. Only to move you to bed and seemingly start again. 

“Cum again for me, I know you can,” he growls before suckling again at your clit. 

“Please, please,” you whine. You can’t even tell if you’re begging for yet another release or for mercy. He slaps your thigh and spreads your legs again. 

He continues his attack on your clit until you cum again with a needy sob. You push on his head, your fingers tangling in his sweaty blue hair. When that doesn’t work, you squirm. You use what little control you have left over your muscles to try to wiggle away from him. You manage a few inches before he’s growling. He pulls you back down the bed again. 

“Where the fuck y’going?” he growls. 

“Can’t, Grimmjow,” you whine. Your mind is buzzing with numbness brought on from being so fucked out and satisfied. You can’t even catch a solid thought. 

“Are you using your safe word?” he asks, crawling over you to kiss your neck. 

“Nuh uh,” you moan. 

“Oh yeah? Then we keep going ‘til I say so, don’t we?” 

You giggle and nod. He guides his cock to push through your puffy folds and tease your soaked entrance. He pushes into you slowly. There’s an ache mixed with pleasure. Even him rubbing your clit is a little painful. He grunts when he bottoms out. 

“So wet for me, baby. ‘Feels so fuckin’ good,” he says against your ear. 

You cling to him as he fucks you again. Your walls flutter around him, and tears sting your eyes. You can’t think, you can’t even feel anything besides his cock ramming into your sweet spot continuously. 

Just the way he wanted you. 

[artsicfox]

Redrew this illustration I've made of Grimmjow and Ulquiorra from 3 years ago! It's been a while since I've drawn Bleach fanart, but I still love these babygirls so much 😌💗🔥

[your-local-hollow-lover]

Hi!! Could you do a scenario where Grimmjow has to handle/comfort his overworked S/O? I’m curious as to how he would react

Certified, he's the worst at these types of things.

Grimmjow finds it exceptionally irksome when he's around and you lack the energy to keep up with him. Why does he even bother visiting you anyway?

"Hey, stop being pathetic, get up," he says, poking your head.

This deep into your relationship with him, you understand there's no malice in his words. He's not intentionally mean; it's just his way of talking. Yet, you're too fatigued to pay him any mind.

"Go away. I'm exhausted," you say, snuggling further into the pillows of your bed.

A brief silence ensues.

"Why?"

This makes you peek at him. He wears that silly expression with furrowed brows, a mid-annoyance look reflecting his own struggle to comprehend something. It's cute enough to draw a tiny smile to your face.

"One of my coworkers quit last week, and all of her work has fallen on me, which wouldn't be a problem if my paycheck increased accordingly, but no! Haha, God forbid we get paid fairly for what we do," you blurt.

Your head throbs, announcing a migraine. You know Grimmjow doesn't grasp these human matters, and that somehow makes it worse.

"Withdrawing's for cowards," he states.

Or maybe he does understand?

"Do I kill them?"

Never mind. At least he asked. You sigh.

"No. Look, I like spending time with you, but right now isn't the best moment for me. I'm so overworked I could cry, and it would mean a lot if you didn’t kill or destroy anything for the night.”

You don’t have the heart to kick him out. Hueco Mundo is, after all, much worse than unpaid extra hours. You just hope he doesn’t take your tiredness in a bad way.

On his part, Grimmjow just looks at you like there’s no remedy in this world to cure your feebleness. However, whenever he sees you in a similar state of mind, he can’t help but feel an uneasiness twisting inside his guts, as if his stomach was making a knot.

When you catch him at his lowest moments, when he’s willing to allow you a glimpse of them, you always provide soft things that bring a close sensation of existing free from distress. It would be fair if he reciprocated it now.

A tiny gap leaves your mouth upon sensing his weight over the bed, and then his body over your own, not in a looming, predatory form for once. He just lies on top of you, close enough to feel the tip of his nose brushing your nape, far enough not to crush you under him.

Oh, lord, you want to kick him, but just then, you hear it: a soft vibrating sound that comes and goes steadily, like a purr. The same sound he made a couple of months ago while you played with his hair. You said it was relaxing, that you liked it.

A warm feeling washes over you. You scoot closer to him, and he lets you, his arm now keeping you tucked at his side. The purr intensifies. It lulls you to sleep. When the alarm clock rings the next morning, Grimmjow is no longer there, but the warm feeling remains.

[animeaestheticsthings]

Bleach men make me say that I am nothing but just a h0le...😩😩💅🏻💅🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🔥🔥🔥🔥

[fallinblossoms]

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War - The Conflict || Episode 6

[enatopiaa]

Just a fun oneshot that I thought of!! OPM songs give me so much inspiration ‎٩(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)و*̣̩⋆̩*

guys i know Grimmjow is literally in all blue and one would assume its his fav color but hey its for the story okay😔👎

(Bleach) Grimmjow Jaegerjaques x fem!reader ; inspired by the song Dilaw - Maki (ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꇴ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ) i love this song so much !!

Timeline ; after TYBW arc

TW: none! pure fluff ‼️

I originally wrote this in Filipino to practice LMAOO yeah I’m not sharing it… MY GRAMMAR IS SO BAD. Pure pinoy pero mas mataas grade sa english BAHAHAHA

“Ikaw, Ikaw ay dilaw”

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In all honesty, Grimmjow had never given much thought about his favorite color. He was never the type to care about such trivalities, he simply just accepts whatever came his way.

So why did he say that she was correct when she answered the color ‘yellow’ on their small guessing game about his favorite color?

“Is it yellow? I think it’s a pretty color and it’s also one of my favorites!” She answers on her first try. She was excited and smiling like a little child as her eyes sparkled with wonder, he could never admit it, but every time he looks at those (e/c) orbs, it always felt like the world was calm.

He found himself pausing for a moment, feeling something stir within him when she enthusiastically said the word ‘yellow’, the way the word rolled off her tongue sounded like a sweet melody, he felt his heart skipping a beat. He nodded in agreement, it was as if that color infused with her energy and excitement

“Yeah, you’re right…”

From that day forward, suddenly yellow was no longer just a ‘mere color’— It was her, her smile that can light up a dark room, her laughter that always sounded like a song. Every time he saw the golden hue, she was all he could ever think about.

He never had these bothering thoughts and feelings before, he was the former sexta espada, a hollow— he wasn’t supposed to be able to ‘feel anything’ in the first place, his hollow hole was proof of it.

Grimmjow insists that he loathes humans and soul reapers especially that damn strawberry head, but theres this warm feeling that he feels inside every time he hung out with the woman who was never afraid to stand her ground in front of him. A scintilla of something else filling in his void, it was unfamiliar to him, but it felt mellow like the spring day.

He always felt this strange, yet comforting feeling of euphoria whenever they were together. Sure, They may have been enemies and have hurt each other at first when the Espadas were still a thing and Aizen was still around, but ever since the day Urahara paired them up to work together with a few tasks during the invasion of the Quincies, he has been finding himself to slowly enjoy her company as time passed.

The wounds and scars that they gave to one another during their past clashes suddenly meant more than it was supposed to ‘hurt’, the pain it inflicted became a constant reminder of her presence in his life; no longer an act of violence but rather a testament of their history and the unspoken promise that bloomed between them.

His world was once dull and devoid of meaning, mirroring the barren dunes of Hueco Mundo, until she entered his life like a guiding star, introducing him to the vibrant world of the living, for once he was starting to feel more— emotions that he never knew he had possessed as a hollow, bringing color into his world that was once monochromatic.

If he was in a ballroom, she was his dance partner. If he were searching for answers, she was his certainty.

If there was a color to the new light that had been guiding him through the darkness,

She was yellow.

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yeah i said I wasn’t a writer but since this grade level we’ve been writing so many poems and essays I just had to find a way to improve, in a way where i can enjoy LMAO but yeah this is just a practice, i might start writing some more but…🧍

hope u guys enjoyed, its short but I tried😔 Grimmjow is a difficult character to write afterall but i love him still CACKCLING

[brittscafe]

I love the idea of Grimmjow being like a overgrown cat

You know the way cat "make biscuits " imagine Grimmjow making biscuits with your chest when he’s laying down with you

Awww, I love this idea too!!! <3

There is no place Grimmjow would rather be than laying on your chest. He adores laying on your chest; listening to your steady heartbeat and resting his head on your chest.

Grimmjow is laying across your body, pressing you farther into the couch cushions.

Your hands are laying flat against his back and his head is nuzzled on your chest, strands of his light blue spiky hair have fallen into his face.

The tiny strands tickle his face and he scrunches his face up. You giggle at the way his facial expression changes so drastically and Grimmjow scowls at you.

His light blue orbs meet yours and he shakes his head, struggling to get his hair out of his face. You chuckle and reach up carefully, your fingers tucking the strands behind his ear.

"Shut up," Grimmjow hisses out, pressing his hands onto your chest.

His large hands start to push into your flesh and slightly pull. His fingers are kneading into your skin gently and a warm smile tugs on your face.

"You're such a baby, Grimmjow," you comment, your voice barely above a whisper. Grimmjow rolls his eyes and scoffs quietly.

You trail your hands up and down his long back. The fabric of his shirt feels smooth as you rub his back and Grimmjow hums quietly.

Grimmjow's weight is pressing down onto your body comfortably and he nuzzles his head onto your shoulder.

"You're the one who's a baby, you brat," Grimmjow mumbles out, fingers gently pressing into your chest. Your body is warm as Grimmjow presses and pulls his hands into your flesh.

The constant movements of his hands makes your muscles relax and your eyelids heavy as you sink down into the couch.

A pleasant smile dances along Grimmjow's face as he glances up at you, seeing you grow more and more sleepy. Your eyes slowly shut and a soft, quiet purr leaves Grimmjow's lips.

His favorite place to be...with you.

[beneathstarryskies]

I know I asked Bacon for Grimmjow and I hope it's okay to ask for different prompts… But I can't get enough of Murder Kitten (especially since I dropped this finally in BBS, LOOK AT THAT BUTT 🙂‍↕️)

Anyway, 3 or 5 with Grimm? 👉🏻👈🏻

"I want to taste you so badly." w/Grimmjow

A/N: I love Grimmjow a bunches! Also does finding that image attractive make us monster fuckers?

It’s been a long time coming. You’ve been driving Grimmjow crazy from the moment he set eyes on you. Constantly teasing him with those cute outfits and suggestive jokes. He hated how you got under his skin with such ease, like you weren’t even trying. The truth is, you were just waiting on him to make a move. The moment happened far sooner than you’d expected, but still later than you’d hoped. 

He has you pinned down on the couch, growling under his breath as the two of you makeout. His big, strong hands greedily grab at your body. The movie you’d put on when he arrived at your apartment still plays idly in the background, but all you can focus on is the warmth of his mouth as he kisses his way down your chin then to your neck. You don’t even realize he’s working on your pants until the cool air hits your thighs. 

“Grimmjow,” you whine, not knowing if you want to ask him to slow down or hurry up. 

“I want to taste you so badly,” Grimmjow growls and pulls your pants the rest of the way off followed closely by your panties. He lets a gentle purr roll through his chest as he smells your arousal, so musky and sweet on his nose. 

“Hurry,” you moan. 

He spreads your legs wider so he can slot himself between them. He lets them rest on his shoulders before he leans in. His tongue is slow and gentle between your folds for the first time. He savors the way you gasp from the contact. Your hands tangle in his teal hair as he begins to lap at your arousal. You whine and moan just for him. He’s being driven crazy from the taste of you. You can see him grinding against the couch while he eats you out. He intends this to take some time. 

[vlad-wakinyan]

Sweet Kitty :P

~Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez~