#grimmjow jaegerjaquez fanfic

[jirishnesensei]

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

[moonwos]

Sai do fake, Grimmjow!

･.｡.:*･ pedido de capa pessoal (03/10) para a icônica da @ellewons. Em caso de inspiração, dê os devidos créditos. Abra aí pra pegar uma melhor resolução, e oh arte bonita de @nessieartss, viu mlk

[witchmachi]

What’s he saying⁉️

[blooddrool inspired ofc <33 https://archiveofourown.org/works/58506547 ]

[jplupine]

Primal Pred!Grimmjow x Prey!Reader

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x AFAB Reader Word Count: ~4.6k Date Published: Nov 25, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Exophilia, Established Relationship, Size Difference, Primal Play, Marking, Light Blood/Injury, Cunnilingus, Outdoor Sex, Feral Behavior, Name Calling [Asshole, Bitch, Kitty Cat], Creampie, Brat!Reader; Reader is AFAB but no gender is specified, Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used

A/N: The follower milestone fic is finally finished! I want to thank everyone who participated in the event and everyone kindly supporting me ^-^ <3

  The crackling fire danced in the pit surrounded by pale stones. The shadows swayed with the light flickering shades of orange and white. Insects of the night called out their chorus from the darkness beyond the fire.

  You sat on a log with your fingers wrapped around a warm cup of coffee. It wasn't quite the same as what you brewed at home, but it did add a bit of comfort as you sipped it. The atmosphere was relaxing and made you glad you'd decided to go on a camping trip to get away from the bustle of work and city life.

  The dark night sky littered with glittering stars and the moon shining bright were so unlike the sky hidden by street lights back home. It was breathtaking.

  And given it was still in the transition time between summer and autumn, it wasn't too warm nor too cold out. You'd checked the weather forecast before heading out into the woods too, and it was supposed to remain like this for the next few days you were out there.

  An owl screeched in the distance before a stick in the fire snapped, sending embers up into the night sky as if they were trying to join the stars.

  You closed your eyes to just listen to the world around you; soaking it in while bringing the coffee to your lips. No sound of speeding cars. No foul smells from rotting garbage or fumes from exhaust pipes. And certainly no manager or boss nagging about work.

  It was bliss.

  You sighed and opened your eyes again. Glancing around, you began to wonder where your camping partner was. He'd gone off to stretch his legs, but that had been some time ago now.

  Looking into the shadows of the trees, you tried to see if you could spot him. You weren't all that worried since you knew he could take care of himself, but that didn't stop you from wondering when he'd come back. Taking another drink of your coffee, you stretched out your legs in front of you.

  However, as the fire popped and crackled, the woods began to feel different. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as unease began to settle in. Something was wrong, but you couldn't tell what.

  Your heart began to beat faster as you sensed something you couldn't see.

  A low, thunderous rumble shook the air and made you jolt. It was hard to tell where the sound was coming from with how it bounced through the trees surrounding your campsite.

  Sitting up straight with your eyes darting around, you still didn't see anything. It sounded like an animal; big and dangerous. Slowly setting down your coffee, you reached into your pocket to grab your knife.

  It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing as the blade flipped out from the handle. Gradually rising to your feet, your grip on the knife tightened while your heart was pounding.

  You could feel eyes on you. Whatever the beast was, it was certainly watching you. Swallowing, you hoped the fire was enough to keep the thing in the shadows.

  Hearing a twig snap, your gaze shot in the direction of the sound. Eyes reflecting the fire's light shined from the darkness. Another rumbling growl came from the same direction as the eyes, and your heart beat faster.

  The eyes went lower, and you had a feeling the beast was getting ready to pounce. Brandishing your knife, the creature in the shadows seemed to hesitate as light shined against the blade. The eyes in the dark locked with yours before there was a loud rush of wind.

  The fire was blown out, leaving you surrounded in complete darkness until your eyes could adjust. You couldn't yet see but heard movement ahead of you.

  The beast was closing in.

  You ran and nearly tripped over the log if you hadn't caught yourself from falling. As you ran, your eyes became more accustomed to the night, allowing you to run through the trees faster. A roar that shook you to the bone silenced the rest of the woods, sending the other creatures into hiding to avoid getting caught.

  With your heart loudly pounding in your own ears, you nearly screamed when something grabbed your shoulder only to swing the knife instead. You felt the blade make contact before the beast roared. Everything happened so fast that you only saw a flash of fangs in the moonlight and claws before the knife was sent flying out of your hand. You heard it thunk as the blade was buried deep into a tree trunk.

  You didn't think twice, going into survival mode to run even faster.

  "Bitch!" A barked, angry voice made you nearly stumble. No, you must have misheard. You still didn't stop. When a fallen tree blocked your path, you vaulted over it and hoped it would deter the beast.

  However, as your legs carried you further, you could still feel the thing behind you, chasing you. What made it more terrifying were the sounds; the growling and snapping of sharp teeth like the razor point edges of scissors grinding against each other.

  You knew it was getting closer and were already picturing in your head how it would tear you apart once it caught you.

  You were grabbed from behind, getting jerked back by your jacket. Crying out from shock, you struggled and unzipped your jacket to slip out of the garment. The beast held onto the jacket as you scrambled away and managed to get distance.

  Looking back, you saw the creature as it stood a few yards away. Its body was lean and pale with a long tail whipping around behind it. It was bipedal with muscled limbs and long hair past their waistline. And your jacket was clutched in its hands while being pressed against the beast's face.

  When it looked at you, your breath caught in your throat. Those glowing eyes were set in a face that was all too human.

  It wasn't an animal. It wasn't human, either.

  "Grimmjow! You scared the shit out of me, you fucking asshole!"

  "I know. I can smell it." His face then lifted from your jacket with a displeased expression. "And you cut me, fucker." Grimmjow's low voice growled, and your eyes drifted to his cheek where there was dried blood but no wound.

  "It's already healed, you big baby." You retorted with a huff. His tail twitched as his gaze traveled over your face. Grimmjow's lips curled up into a vicious grin with his fangs exposed.

  "Why are you still standing all the way over there? Aw, are you mad?" His tone was mocking, and your hands balled into fists at your sides.

  "Yes, I'm mad!" You angrily pointed at the Arrancar without taking a step closer. "You made me think I was about to get eaten!"

  "I mean," Grimmjow cocked his head to the side as his ears perked up. His slit pupils widened a slight fraction, eyelids lowering just a bit as he looked over your body. "I never said I wasn't going to eat you."

  His tone and hungry gaze sparked something deep in your gut. Grimmjow's tail curled as he shifted his weight on his digitigrade legs, his paws so quiet when he took a step closer. You took a step back, maintaining the distance between you two.

  Grimmjow stopped to look at you again as the hunger in his eyes intensified. He slowly licked his lips like a beast would its maw.

  You knew the Arrancar well enough by now to recognize when the predator within him was stirring. You also knew if you made any sudden movement, he just might pounce and take you down like prey.

  The air felt electrified as you two just stared at one another, eyes locked as unspoken words lingered at the forefront of your mind. Grimmjow brought your jacket to his face again, making a show of inhaling your scent with a soft purr rumbling in his chest.

  You still didn't move. The Arrancar was on a precarious edge, and you weren't entirely sure what he would do next.

  Grimmjow suddenly threw your jacket to the side and lunged forward. You reacted as soon as you saw him move, turning to run as he landed where you had been standing just a second prior. He was on his hands and paws like a beast, watching you as you went around a tree.

  His instincts made his blood run hot through his veins, and you could feel those piercing eyes trailing after you. You'd set off the predator and ran like prey.

  The hunt was on.

  The bestial call that rang out through the trees made your heart beat faster as you weaved through the trees. Excitement and fear mingled together and fueled your legs to carry you further. Not knowing what he might do if he caught you had your mind racing with the possibilities.

  Skidding around a boulder, you changed directions. Running in a straight line would make it easier for Grimmjow to track you down, and you didn't want that.

  You'd learned to shift your weight and posture to make your steps quieter over the ground littered with dead leaves and did so now. You were going to do everything within your power to make this as difficult as possible for Grimmjow.

  Grabbing your beanie, you rubbed it against your neck to make your scent on it stronger before you threw it into the bushes. You went in the opposite direction in the hopes of confusing Grimmjow even if just for a moment.

  Panting, you hid behind a large tree surrounded by plants tall enough to cover you as you crouched. Leaning one hand against the trunk of the tree, you tried to catch your breath. Hearing a growl in the distance made you smirk.

  Going lower, you pressed your body down against the earth to look out from under the foliage without giving your position away. The moon and stars cutting through the trees gave you enough light to see beyond where you were hidden.

  Taking slow, deep breaths, your eyes scanned the woods. Far away, you spotted movement. Through the trees, you could see Grimmjow as spots of moonlight danced over his body.

  The Arrancar was still on his hands and paws, muscles rolling beneath his skin-tight clothing as his movements were reminiscent of a big cat. His tail swayed with his head held level with his spine and nose twitching as he scented the air.

  Watching him thrilled you. He was neither man nor beast and didn't care about keeping up appearances of either, and you liked that. You liked how he could posture and smirk like a man, and you also liked how he would act like an animal as he pursued you.

  It certainly appealed to a primal part of your brain in a way you didn't fully understand. You should be terrified of his power and destructive capabilities, but seeing how his feral eyes and silky hair shined in the moonlight as he crouched left you enamored.

  With Grimmjow crouching where he was, you could see the muscles in his thighs bunching beneath his clothes. You covered your mouth and nose to muffle the sound of your breathing as his furry ears began to swivel. He was listening to the woods around him, picking up sounds in several directions that his ears moved in.

  His eyes closed with his head tilting back. Grimmjow's fingers flexed with his daunting claws catching the moonlight. His head then rolled to the side, his eyes snapping open as he looked right at you with a grin.

  Your hair stood on end as the predator twisted and moved in your direction. Scrambling to your feet, you kicked up leaves and dirt before bolting to keep the chase going.

  You ran faster even as your muscles and lungs burned. Grimmjow roared, letting you know that he was closing the distance and fast.

  Something caught your foot, sending you tumbling across the ground right as the beast went flying overhead. Tripping over a root had saved you from being caught again.

  Grimmjow landed ahead of you and twisted with claws digging into the earth. Locking eyes with him as you pushed yourself up, your fingers sank into the soil beneath you. His tail whipped from side to side as you both were in similar positions on all fours, waiting for one or the other to make a move.

  You couldn't look away, panting as you tried to think of what to do next. Grimmjow's slit pupils widened as his top lip curled to bare a mouth full of fangs with a maniacal grin.

  He made the first move, lunging forward with a flex of his thighs and biceps. You reared back in an attempt to get away only to fail. He was faster, but you weren't giving up so easily.

  Grabbing a nearby fallen branch, you swung it like a bat and hit him across the face. He reared back with a vicious yowl while flashing his fangs. When his head swung back down, you used the branch to keep those sharp teeth away from you, already knowing how much of a biter the bastard was.

  His growling vibrated through the branch and up your arms as his fangs sank into the wood. Claws tore through the sleeves of your shirt as you struggled to get him off you. He was so strong, keeping you trapped like a mouse beneath him.

  Your pounding heart sent adrenalin rushing through your veins while you watched his long canines vanish into the branch as it creaked from the force of his jaws. His bite was powerful enough to break through the wood and sent a rain of splinters falling over you.

  His big hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them against the ground by your head. Kicking against the ground, you still fought to get free only to fail. His fangs snapped right in front of your face as you screamed, sounding more angry than afraid.

  "Got ya." Grimmjow sounded amused, but you snarled and moved to punch him. However, his strength was far greater than yours, keeping your hands firmly against the ground. "Mm, yeah. Keep struggling. I like it when my prey puts up a fight."

  He was mocking you, but you knew he was telling the truth all the same. Perhaps it was a part of the Hollow nature within Grimmjow that made him enjoy subduing you in such a way. It was domination through force when you put up a fight and didn't let him have you so easily.

  And this appealed to you as well. While you couldn't fight back the way another Hollow might, you also knew you didn't have to hold back as much with him not being human.

  Locking your legs around his waist, you twisted to switch your positions. Grimmjow fell on his back while still holding your wrists. The momentum kept going as you both rolled across the ground with him snarling and growling.

  You managed to wrench one hand free and grabbed the folded collar around most of his neck to yank it back. More of his scarred chest was exposed along with part of his shoulder and the side of his neck, and you sank your teeth into the muscle now bared. Claws tore through the side of your shirt as Grimmjow yowled.

  He roughly forced you onto your stomach, using his weight against your back to pin you down as he fisted your hair and made you bare the back of your neck. His breath was hot against your skin before his fangs scraped over your neck, causing goosebumps to rise even as he bit down. Grimmjow ground his hips against your ass as his chest rumbled.

  He had you now. With his sharp teeth clamped against your neck hard enough to cause small beads of blood to form, there was no more getting away. His erection pressed against you through the layers of clothes you both wore, letting you know just how worked up the Arrancar had gotten.

  You knew Grimmjow could smell your arousal and could hear the quick beating of your heart. Those two things in combination never failed to drive his instincts wild.

  His warm tongue lapped up the blood from the back of your neck as he purred. The sound of ripping fabric met your ears before you realized he was tearing through your shirt.

  "Grimmjow!" You snapped at him, but the garment was already ruined and being shoved over your shoulders. You didn't actually mind it; the action aroused you more, but you didn't want to give in just yet.

  "Pick your next words carefully." His voice was breathy with a warning tone as he spoke near your ear. His hands went down your sides to roughly grab the waistband of your jeans.

  "Or what? You'll bite me again?" You spoke while lifting your hips to push your ass against him more. "Try me, fucker." Getting your hands under you, you managed to undo the button and zipper of your pants, but Grimmjow tore his claws through the material while shoving it down over your ass and legs.

  You kicked off your shoes to let him take the last shreds of your pants off. They were tossed to the side without a care. Grimmjow then grabbed your hips to lift your ass higher into the air as you pushed your underwear down before he could get his claws on them.

  Grimmjow's hands went lower, spreading you open before eagerly burying his face between your thighs. His tongue lapped up your arousal with a low groan. Your breath faltered as you spread your knees further.

  You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth when his tongue dragged over your clit. His fangs brushed against your flesh as he pulled you closer to his hungry mouth. Grimmjow's claws pricked your skin before he let go.

  His lips and tongue were still on you, and based on his movement, you assumed he was undressing while still eating your pussy. You took in a sharp breath when he growled and the vibration was carried on his tongue. Your hips rocked back to chase the feeling, and Grimmjow grabbed your ass and squeezed.

  He was ravenous with his claws pricking your skin. By now, he knew what made you feel good and what could make you elicit the very sounds he wanted to hear. His growl shook you to the bone as wet sounds came from between your thighs.

  You were panting when his broad tongue swiped over your core before he pulled away. Grimmjow spit, his saliva landing on your pussy as your clit throbbed.

  One of his large hands grabbed your head to pin it against the ground, pressing your cheek into the dirt as the head of his cock slid between your wet lips. He mixed his spit in with your arousal while slicking up his dick. You could tell the Arrancar was eager from his unsteady breaths and his grip on you.

  When he finally pushed inside, you felt yourself stretching to accommodate his thickness. Grimmjow didn't go slow, thrusting deep until his hips hit your ass. You both grunted as your hands balled into fists.

  Looking over your shoulder, your gaze met Grimmjow's. Something in your eyes made his tail twitch.

  "You're being awfully impatient, kitty cat. You really that needy for me?" Your words made his nose scrunch up with a snarl. You had yet to truly submit to him even if your body had.

  Grimmjow fisted his hand in your hair, tugging on it to pull your head back and make you incapable of looking at him. His other hand grabbed your hip with his claws digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. Without warning, he pulled out and thrust back in harshly, forcing a low moan from your throat.

  "Who the fuck are you calling kitty cat, bitch?" He growled, but you couldn't respond since he forced another moan from you. You'd pissed him off as intended, and he was going to fuck you into submission.

  He'd mistakenly believed the fight was over. Too bad that spark in you was harder to quell and you were certain to give the Arrancar attitude. He may have caught you, but he needed to earn your submission.

  Grimmjow let go of your hair to hold both of your hips, his heavy thrusts slamming his hips into your ass hard enough that you could feel the jiggle of your flesh. He was an animal pinning you in place as your mind swam with pleasure.

  You were moaning, crying out into the night as he grunted and drove his cock deeper.

  "Listen to you." You could hear the smile in his voice. "Now who's the needy one?" You didn't trust your voice enough to verbally respond and settled on raising your middle finger. Grimmjow then went for your throat, wrapping his big arms around you while forcing you to lay flat against the ground with his large hand curled around your neck.

  He still rutted against you as his hot breath hit the side of your head. This position meant he couldn't go as deep as before, but the angle had his cock ramming into the perfect spot to make you buck and writhe. Grimmjow chuckled as you struggled to contain yourself beneath him.

  "That's it." His voice rumbled near your ear before his firm grip on your neck tilted your head up. "Submit to your king." Your moan pitched higher as your eyes fluttered closed. His lips and teeth brushed against the shell of your ear as he panted, making you shiver.

  His grip on your throat tightened but remained loose enough that you could still freely moan. Grimmjow wanted to hear you cry out, every moan a form of worship that stroked his ego. He knew with how pliant you were in his hands now that you had given over control and submitted.

  You felt the sweat forming on your skin as fire burned through your veins. Grimmjow's heat and weight on your back made your head spin as the pleasure made you buck. He grabbed one of your wrists and pinned it to the ground, exerting more control over your body as you bent to his will.

  Being trapped beneath him, you took whatever he gave with enthusiasm. Each heavy thrust made you fall deeper into the pit of pleasure. Grimmjow's mouth moved to the back of your neck again, licking the bite he'd already left while nipping in other places.

  Your voice shook as your toes curled, and the deep groan the Arrancar made was bordering a growl. You panted curses under your breath as Grimmjow fucked you, ramming his cock into the spot that lit your nerves aflame and made you cry out his name.

  Grimmjow ran his tongue over the bites littering your skin as he savored every sound you made. How you clenched around him drove him further toward the edge. His strong grip on your throat with his claws scraping against your skin only fueled your desire.

  The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air. Grimmjow's growls mingled with your moans and carried through the trees and into the darkness of the woods. He buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent and groaning low with his hips grinding against your ass. His dick dragged against your walls, rubbing against every spot that made you squirm and gasp and moan.

  The carnality was bliss. You gave yourself to him completely, leaning into his touch while your spine arched from the pleasure wracking through your body. Grimmjow released your wrist and throat to grab your hips as his weight on your back pushed you further against the earth.

  His claws scraped your skin as his thrusts picked up speed, his balls smacking against you with his frenzied pace. Grimmjow sank his teeth into your shoulder with a groan as your blood coated his tongue. You would always wear his mark so long as you were his.

  Grimmjow pistoning into your wet pussy created lewd, slicking sounds that drove him wilder. Your taste, your scent, how you felt around his cock, and how wet you were for him made Grimmjow's head fall into such a primal state of desire. He was drowning in you and unable to come up for air until he could cum.

  So he fucked you harder, chasing that high and that feral instinct screaming in his veins to fill you with his seed. Claiming his prey in every way he could left both of you unable to think straight. You were drooling with your fingers digging into the dirt, muscles tensing and rolling beneath your skin.

  Your bodies being flush against each other meant everything was felt. Every twitch, every heartbeat, every sound that vibrated from the chest and throat.

  Grimmjow left scratches over your hips as he tried to pull you even closer. It was impossible, but that didn't stop his pleasure-clouded mind from telling him he needed to. He moaned into your skin while thrusting his cock as deep as he could go.

  You cried out with your thighs shivering, and that was the final thing that made Grimmjow snap. With shallow thrusts and animalistic grunts, his cock began to twitch while pumping you full of his cum. He didn't stop, continuing to fuck you through his orgasm and drive his seed deeper into your core even as it overflowed and dripped down your thighs.

  Grimmjow released your shoulder from his jaws, groaning and licking the bite while his cum mixed with your arousal. He let go of one hip and slipped his hand under you to find your clit. Being mindful of his claws, he pressed his fingertips against the throbbing bud.

  You bucked and moaned an octave higher. Grimmjow let go of your other hip to grab your jaw and make you turn your head for a kiss. His tongue dove into your mouth without warning and glided across yours as he devoured your moans. He soon had you cumming around his cock as you clenched and cried out in pleasure.

  He didn't stop until you were whimpering and dancing on the line of overstimulation. He pulled away with his nose brushing through your hair before his lips traveled down your spine with kisses and gentle nips as he purred. You propped your upper half up on your elbows and wiped the drool from your chin.

  Your skin still buzzed despite feeling sated. Grimmjow pulled his cock free of your heat and spread you open to see the mess leaking from your pussy. He huffed and gave a satisfied purr that rumbled deep in his chest.

  You looked over your shoulder to see Grimmjow admiring you with a smirk on his soft lips and his pupils still blown wide. Biting your bottom lip, you couldn't help but give a sultry smile.

  Pushing yourself up, you turned to drape your arms over his shoulders and capture his lips in a hungry kiss. Grimmjow's tail thumped against the ground as he wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

  "Maybe next time we should start the hunt naked." You muttered with your lips only centimeters from his. "Jeans are expensive, you know?" Grimmjow chuckled, and his warm palm traveled up your back.

  "Yeah. 'Cause you're really so concerned about that." His smirk didn't falter even as he had a sarcastic tone. "I'll hunt you however, my sweet bitch." Grimmjow nipped your bottom lip while purring, and you yelped when his hand smacked against your ass hard enough to make it sting.

[gallusrostromegalus]

AEIWAM Spolers Without Context 2: Memes Boogaloo

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[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.

[zakuroarts]

An illustration for the Fanfic "Love against the Tides" Please check it out~

[bjorkshire-pudding]

Calling all Grimmjow fans!

As you all know, July 31st is Espada number 6's birthday. With the TYBW arc finally being animated, I've noticed many longtime and new fans emerging (and re-emerging) to craft stories and art featuring our favorite lovable murder cat. And it made me think: why not gather all that talent in one place and do something special to celebrate?

Thus an idea was born. Welcome to the "6 Weeks of 6" Event, where you can celebrate Grimmjow in the way that you choose!

This is your chance to make it all about Grimmjow. The theme is celebrating his birthday, but you can choose how you do so. Want to write a fic detailing the events of his special day? Want to make a moodboard based on how you think he would celebrate? Want to draw or paint him wearing a silly birthday hat? Want to write headcanons about how he spends his birthday? Whatever you choose, it's up to you - just make sure you have fun with it!

One submission per blog.

Please keep fics and drabbles between 400-3000 words.

Must be an original (not already posted) piece, created specifically for the challenge. (If you'd like to connect to an already-existing universe or series, that's fine!)

NSFW is allowed, but please be sure to tag it accordingly.

Any genre is accepted - again, please be sure to tag it accordingly.

This challenge will run from June 30th to August 11th, 2024. All submissions must be posted on your blog, tagging me @bjorkshire-pudding, between June 30th and August 11th.

I plan to make a masterlist at the end of the challenge with all the works created, so please make sure that if you'd like your works included in the masterlist, you post within the 6-week timeframe allotted for the challenge.

If you would like to be tagged in the works created for this challenge, please fill out the form here by or before June 30th. I will add the names of the blogs who would like to be tagged to this post, so creators - please save this post where you can refer to it again for tagging purposes (you don't have to use the tag list, but you can if you want!).

Update to add blogs who would like to be tagged here:

@kryptoniteforsale @villainsrtasty @shimadalluvia

Have fun, and I look forward to seeing what you all create!

-Val 💙

[crazy-dark-rainbow]

MiniFic Grimmichi - an Arrancar's thoughts about being and not being

[ Fanart autor: -> @kawana_spring]

Many think he is a monster. He's a Hollow, which means he's definitely a monster. He's got a hole in his stomach and a mask on his face. He's got claws, fangs, and he can roar like a wild beast. He even has a fucking tail (not always visible, but it still counts!). He likes to bite, fight, is aggressive, and likes to kill. Grimmjow wasn't going to convince anyone about who he was or who he is not.

Which makes him a monster. Probably. Grimmjow didn't think of himself as a monster until he met the Shinig... - until he met Ichigo. They said he was a monster. They thought he was something worse, something beneath them. Something that needed to be eliminated. Ichigo was different. At first he was the same, but later it was different. At first he treated him as an enemy, then an ally and then… Little by little, Kurosaki changed. Their relationship started off strangely, normally nothing would come of it, but it worked for them. But Kurosaki is a stubborn bastard, he forced his way into Grimmjow's life and decided to stay.

Something was changing between them. He was starting to see him as more than just a monster, more than an Arrancar. A man. A guy. Not just WHAT he is, but WHO he is.

It came with time. And though Grimmjow initially resisted - he couldn't resist for long. Brown, warm eyes crumbled his thick walls.

Only Kurosaki and what he thought and said mattered. And he said he liked him. Nothing else mattered. Only Kurosaki… quickly climbed onto the pedestal and took the place of honor. He saw something more in him. He was the first one to… kiss him.

"What are you doing?" Red hair appeared in his field of vision. Ichigo's head rested on his shoulder. His hand reflexively, without thinking about it, tangled in the Shinigami's hair.

"Yuzu asked me to get carrots and other vegetables." He says, putting the vegetable in the bowl. "She went shopping."

Ichigo hums quietly. His breath tickles his neck. He feels Ichigo smiling. "Is something wrong?"

Grimmjw frowns. "Why do you ask?"

Ichigo affectionately combs his hair. "You were so restless…"

He shakes his head. "It's okay. I was just thinking about something."

"About what?"

"About a certain stubborn asshole and how he was determined to find more in the monster."

And then, before Ichigo can say anything, he kisses him.

[thevanillerose]

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Content Warning: Grimmjow swearing a f*ck-ton / Violence / Captivity / Unhealthy relationship / Stockholm Syndrome

Maybe a man like that couldn't be trusted. But in a place like Hueco Mundo...and while you were still a prisoner...you wanted any kind of goodness you could get.

Anyone could be forgiven for thinking that the 6 foot menace was nothing but a monster. Not only was his figure intimidating, he simply didn't seem to care too much for anyone.  

He was sadistic, psychotic and rude. Pity you had to be in a cell where this guy was hanging around, right?

But...no...you definitely saw something else in him that kind of made him likable. It was strange, though you could believe that it might just be superficial. He was handsome and that certainly carried its own brand of aesthetic appeal. Beyond that though...every time he walked past the bars that you were trapped behind, you were allured by him. He stood out like azure among the others.

Being here was scary, but whenever you caught a glimpse of the man with a half mask on his face, you felt a little more relaxed. It was like a breath of fresh air.

Things got infinitely more interesting when he started stopping by to talk to you. He had been noticing your staring more and more, and eventually he confronted you one day, walking right up to the iron black bars and gripping them so hard and so abruptly that they vibrated.

“HEY!”

His shout startled you out of sleep in the simple bed you had been given. You jolted up from the mattress, and upon seeing him standing there, hurriedly fixed your bed head while simultaneously making your way over.   “S-sorry sir, I was asleep.”

His cat-like eyes narrowed from his side of the bars. As soon as you came close enough his slightly tan hand reached through and snatched your plain white prisoner collar, yanking you forward to where you thudded against the metal, and he could lean in nose to nose.

There was a big, malevolent grin on his face while he talked to you. “I see you looking at me every time I walk through here. What the fuck is up with that, huh? You tell me.”

Was it strange that your heart wasn't beating entirely out of fear right now? Being held so close to him like this...even if some obstacles were in the way, even if the context was twisted, it still... ...It still made you a little flustered.

He must have noticed too. The crimson blush growing on your cheeks. “What the fuck are you reacting like that for!?” “I--!” you struggled to explain it, because even you didn't entirely know. “I just...I thought you looked interesting...” “...Interesting?”

“-And your hair, it's blue, like um...” This was going to sound dumb. “Like...like bubblegum.”

“Pssht-!” Grimmjow scoffed and laughed in your face, before pulling just a little tighter on your shirt. He was so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath when he spoke, lightly dusting over your already red cheeks.   “...Do you have a crush on me or something?”

Now...that did give you reason to pause. Did you? A crush...on Grimmjow of all people...a man whose name you only knew because of passing conversations...who you were now talking to for the very first time.

Could that be the case? Really?

...It actually seemed likely, as crazy as it was to consider.

“...I...might...” you admitted, to which his eyes widened. For once he dropped his cocky smile, but it was only a hot minute before it was back again in full force. He looked kind of delighted, in a sickening way. “Oh that's cute...the prisoner has a little crush on me. So what, do you think you're gonna be let go just because of that? Are you gonna try and soften me up or something?”

That had never been your endgame, nor had you imagined it would happen either. It was impractical to even consider, to be quite honest.   There was no way you were going to be allowed to leave. You were stuck in this cage indefinitely, and who knew what would ultimately happen to you?

But...perhaps the fact that you were essentially doomed gave you the confidence boost to just come out and say these things that would usually be kept quiet.

“I just think you're...cool...and handsome...even if I don't really know who you are. I've only seen you walking past here quite often...”

Grimmjow was trying not to show it, but he was actually a little startled. Were you out of your mind? Or were you being legit right now?

“...You must be nuts. I could kill you on the spot if I wanted to...”

His hand suddenly swapped holding your collar for your neck instead, nails digging in sharply, his grip completely encapsulating your gullet. Your own hands shakily raised to touch his wrist. He felt so much larger than you, so much more dominant.

“The only thing stopping me from doing that is the fact that we need you right now. But if you weren't necessary to keep around...” Grimmjow lowered his voice to a menacing whisper, “-You can't even begin to imagine what I'd do to you.”

His hand loosened, and you fell limply to the floor, collapsing on your knees. With another cocky scoff, he simply turned away from you and walked down the hallway again, leaving you there...

…

Yet that wasn't the last time he visited you. Far from it.

In fact, he started to come by more and more often. Grimmjow would walk up to the other side of the bars and talk to you, often as roughly as expected, and sometimes he would treat you that way too. On more than one occasion he threatened to come inside and rough you up because you kept insisting your feelings were true, but it was a long time before the incident when he actually did it.

This blue haired boy was ruthless, and so at first you wondered if he might be here to kill you. If that was so, then perhaps it was merciful. Better to lay eyes on the one you liked most one more time before the end. You'd rather die by his hand than anyone else's here.

But...Grimmjow wasn't here for that.

It was weird. You were so annoying, always gazing up at him with those big eyes and coming out with the sappiest shit. He could be strangling you near to death and you still seemed to be enamored with him. Why? He had no idea.

However...he started to find himself becoming the same way with you. His touches eased up and became gentler. His language was still crude but he didn't speak so harshly to you anymore. He started to ask more and more questions about who you were and what kind of life you'd had before, even if he would always shrug it off at the end and pretend like he never cared to know the answer.

So he wasn't here to kill you. Instead, he advanced towards you, with another idea in mind. He wanted to see how you would react when he did this.

“...You say you're in love with me, right?” Pausing as you processed his question, you then clasped your hands before yourself and nodded sheepishly. “Mm.” “Heh.” Grimmjow reached you. Looking back up at him, you could see he was grinning ear to ear. Nothing new there. “I think you must be more of a psycho than me.”

“What do y--”

He cut you off, or more specifically, his lips did. The kiss was sudden and firm, and his large hand curled around the back of your neck to make sure you wouldn't break away from it. Not that you were going to anyway.   His kiss was cold...but you liked it.

Your hand reached up and touched that hair you liked so much, tousling those pastel strands and holding onto a few. You wanted him to know you were into it, so that maybe he might do the same thing again in the future. Kiss you like this...

His tongue was warm. It pushed into the confines of your mouth and he bit down on your own, entangling you in that sort of a romantic embrace, while his hands clutched you on the outside.

Your eyes closed.

People could call you crazy. That was fine.

Being a prisoner to a person like this...

...It wasn't so bad.

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[moonwos]

Sai do fake, Grimmjow!

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[witchmachi]

grimmichi slow dancing and smooching hrrrnnnrrhgggg <3333

drawn from “tell you, babe, i’m-” by blooddrool on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55370365 read it 🔫

[kryptoniteforsale]

Here’s some fan art of a fanfic 😁

It's a teeny tiny snippet from @electronicwitchcollection‘s Accidental Mate series.

Drawn by me (using a bunch of references from the anime)

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Tumblr - https://www.tumblr.com/electronicwitchcollection/730608935771471873/grimmjow-smut

AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/51207184

[eversio]

I actually did it lol

Summary:

“Let me out first,” Grimmjow barked as the rail-box-thing came to a stop. 

“Hey! I want to see him first!” Riruka whined, sticking her lower lip out. 

“Why should you be the one to-” Nel started to ask. 

“Because I’ve been waiting for two goddamn years to finish the fight we started. Let me out first.” Grimmjow was pacing back and forth, fiddling with the grip of his sword. 

[m-ayo-o]

i t s ⋆ w r i t t e n ⋆ i n ⋆ t h e ⋆ s t a r s ⋆

zodiac event : ♍︎ VIRGO afab reader x LEO GRIMMJOW JEAGERJAQUEZ ♌︎ genre: explicit smut! grimmjow gets needy for his crush... wc: 2k note: @electronicwitchcollection hope u enjoy ^^ i write bleach again :o

He’s impressive. You recognise him instantly after hearing his name and almost fearing him for so long. But now you get a chance to work alongside the espada, you can finally see him up close and you know he is a force to be reckoned with. His passion and energy are unmatched and there’s a dangerous fire in his eyes, paired with that stupid grin that makes you feel faint. 

But you realise very quickly that he’s a complete attention whore. He has an ego the size of the fucking moon and you swear you’ve caught him staring at his reflection on more than one occasion. It’s not normal. 

He thinks he’s irresistible. When in reality, you’re starting to find him irritating.

Especially when it becomes obvious that you’ve caught his eye. I mean, you’re the sweet and kind medical aide to the espada, and being so beautiful, who wouldn’t look your way? But him? And with the way he goes about trying to grab your attention in his usual arrogant, snarky ways just isn’t working. He’s left confused, now starting to get up in your face, teasing you and looking for a reaction.

But you’re so calm and patient, you could do this all day. 

If it weren’t for your slightly clumsy nature, you wouldn’t have ended up in this situation– on his lap, in the medical room.

His impatient and demanding aura just had you making simple mistakes– misplacing your supplies, bumping into things and rushing around until you got all dizzy and tripped over one of his long legs that he had spread wide. 

You’re glad you didn’t end up on the floor, but where you landed was a little more embarrassing. He extended an arm and just whipped you up before you fell, making your head rush as your eyes eventually cleared to find yourself sitting on his thighs. 

“I– I’m sorry–” before you could get your excuses out he silenced you by slowly shaking his head and just telling you to get on with healing him. 

You fidget around and try to get up, but he places a big hand around your wrist.

“Do it here.” 

He looks you up and down, seeing your resolve start to crumble. But you still look hesitant, and he really doesn’t want you to get up, so he grits his teeth and tries to use his manners. 

“Please.” 

He’s still got that resting, aggressive look on his face but you can tell he’s trying to be polite. So you indulge him, turning yourself to face him before starting to work on his wounds. You would have to get up close and personal with him anyway– but this might be a little too much. He just continues staring you down as you complete your work with patience and dedication, trying to ignore that your noses are inches apart and you can basically feel his breath. 

When you’re done and about to relinquish him from your touch, he holds onto your arm and presses your palm to his bare chest, where you were just finishing up. He gives you a strange look now… kind of sad and longing? But it is him, after all. How serious do his thoughts even get? 

“Do you like me?” 

You’re stunned. Aside from his insufferable arrogance and self obsession, you admit that he can be incredibly fun to be around… exhilarating, in fact. You just wish he’d treat you normally, as if you were friends? It would make everything so much easier. So in that regard, you admit you like him a lot– if only he’d show that side to you a little more often. 

So you give him a smile and a nod, “Of course.” 

He knows there’s a caveat in there. He scans your features, desperately trying to figure you out. You see hesitation in his feline eyes before he asks, sounding unsure of himself for once– 

“Do you think… I’m attractive?” 

Your eyes go totally wide as you give him a surprised smile. 

“Grimmjow, sweetie, you know looks aren’t everything?” 

He gives you a deep frown and sighs dramatically. He doesn’t want to give up but he’s kind of concerned that you see absolutely nothing in him. 

Until you lean into him a little more and whisper in his ear– 

“You’re too attractive for your own good, you idiot. Stop acting like a dick already and I might start falling for you, ok?” 

She’ll– what–? 

Now you’re giggling and starting to sit up again you admit it was a backhanded compliment... and you may have wounded his pride.

“Wait? You think… I’m a dick–!? Hey, [name] that’s not–” 

He’s nearly as shocked as you are with your next move. You suddenly press a kiss to his cheek, leaving the stain of your lipstick on his skin and he shuts up instantly. 

But upon hearing that hint of a confession from you, it gives him the confidence to bring his nose up to yours and look into your eyes. 

“So if I… stop being a dick… I can kiss you?” 

Your heart is caught in your chest and you can feel your face getting very hot. You give him a little nod, making your noses rub together while you study the brilliant blues in his irises and those pretty turquoise markings. 

He brings his lips closer and steals his first kiss, then pulls away as if to ask for your permission to continue. You lean into him and he presses kiss after kiss to your lips, until you’re humming softly into his mouth and pulling him closer. He’s been dying to taste you, and it’s been utterly worth the wait. 

“Gorgeous–” he purrs into your neck and starts dragging your uniform off. The buttons down the front of your dress make it easy for him to strip you and soon you’re completely bare, in his clutches. 

You give him a smile– seeing such a needy side of the fiery man is making you so soft for him. He wraps his arms under your bum and picks you up, his sudden intensity making you nervous. He steps to the nearest wall, pushes you against it and starts grinding himself into your core, ravaging your body with kisses. He completely takes over your senses until all you can feel are his strong hands pushing your thighs against the wall, his lips, his body. 

“Touch me” he growls an order that you can’t ignore. One hand remains holding tightly onto his shoulder while the other snakes down his crotch, slipping his pants down hurriedly. 

“That’s it– hahh–” now he can feel you properly, your wet folds over his shaft, you see his eyelids flutter with pleasure and he loses a little more of his dignity when he begs to fuck you. 

“I need you so fucking bad–” 

“Mmh– “ you moan now, feeling the contact of his hard cock that’s ready to split you open– “Grimmjow, you wanna fuck me?” You ask so innocently, teasing him a little more. 

He gives you a desperate look. 

“I…” he breathes heavily and kisses you again, “need to fuck you– “

“Hmm,” you grab the base of his cock now and start rubbing him through your folds– and when his tip reaches the centre of your slick entrance he fucks his hips up and gets exactly what he wants.

“Oh, that’s better.” 

He’s in control now. 

His voice has regained all its power, now he’s impaling you on his dick and pressing you so hard against the wall all you can do is grab at his muscular shoulders and accept every inch till your mouth hangs open with a loud moan. 

“That nice?” 

“Mm–hmmhhm–” you hum incoherently, to his pleasure, as he starts up a steady rhythm. He doesn’t fuck you crazy, like you thought he would, but just keeps it slow and sensual as he builds you up. 

“Making a mess of me already, sweetie?” 

He looks down at all your juices on his cock and that annoying smirk returns to his face. 

You bring a hand up to cover his mouth and he looks so confused. 

“S-stop… smiling like that– ‘swear you’re gonna make me cum– “ 

He gives your hand a playful bite and you return to gripping at the back of his neck. He presses his forehead down against yours and smirks over your lips, his body rubbing relentlessly on your clit, and the smooth tip of his cock pushing so deep you just– 

“Hn-g– I– I’m– “ you hiccough, but he knows what you’re trying to say. 

“You’re… mm–” he can feel you now, squeezing over his shaft, “you’re cumming, huh?” 

He bucks his hips with that grin on his face and pummels you into the wall. 

“That was fast, pretty girl–” he teases.  

You start to feel the blunt edges of his nails dig into your ass where he’s gripping you so hard and you let out a few needy whimpers. 

“Grimm–jow– th-that hurts– “

He ignores you, picking up his pace and starting to groan into your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your soft muscle.

“Grimmjow– wait, wait, please– “ 

“Ugh–” he grunts, tiring of your whining as he steps back towards the medical bed. He sinks onto the mattress with you on top, like how you were sitting earlier. 

“You do it then.”

He releases your ass, leaning back and watching you squirm over him. You get a grip on his meaty thighs and start rising up and down over the thick length of his dick. You can’t deny it feels good like this, watching him enjoy your body as you throw your head back and your wet hole takes every inch of him. 

But he can’t sit still for long. He can feel his own release building up now, especially when you keep moaning, telling him how good he feels and how much you’ve been wanting his cock. 

“Faster–” he orders and smacks your ass, now leaning forward and taking the plush fat there in his big hands. He grabs you and brings you up and down with so much force, like he’s trying to get deeper. 

“Grimm–jow– o-oh— my ghh–” 

“Stop saying my name like that…” 

He wants to go for a bit longer but if you keep opening your mouth like that… 

“Grimmjow– like this?” you moan with a dizzy smile on your face and he buries his face in your tits, moving his hips in a frenzy. 

“I’m gonna cum inside you– don’t fucking argue-” 

He states and sucks on one of your nipples till you scream and cum again. 

“Mm– that’s it, good girl, such a good pussy– mine now. You know I can’t share–”

You nod and tell him what he needs to hear. 

“Y-yours– Grimmjow– “

“What’s mine?” 

He grabs your neck and pulls you down to glare into your eyes. 

“My– pussy– ‘s yours… “ 

“Mm–” he moans and brings you into a deep and heated kiss, sliding his tongue over yours, holding your hips right down on his lap and fucking his cum into your womb. You know he wanted to get it right at the back– you pray that your birth control is strong enough. 

“Again–” he pants, barely coming off his first high before he’s sliding you off his cock and watching the cum drip out, repositioning you, rather ungracefully bending you over the bed (that you don’t think will hold up much longer). 

“Wait– ! “

He takes a fistful of your hair and pulls your head to the side. 

“What?”

“J-just need to– catch my– breath–” 

He pauses and taps his tip on your ass, starting to work down and spread you open.

“Fuck now, breathe later. C’mon, I’ve had a crush on you for ages, just let me have you again–” 

Oh fuck. He said it. Ok, maybe this could work. You admit to yourself and giggle, feeling him start to get impatient for you. 

“Ok, no more teasing and being a jerk?” 

“I’ll do whatever you want.” 

~

You feel bad for doubting his sincerity at the time, wondering if he was just dying to get his dick wet again, but he proved you wrong. So wrong. Now, you have none other than Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez answering to your every beck and call. It’s magical? The espada tease him, but he worships you. He doesn’t give a damn. And now you’re finally his, he has something to be truly smug about.

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