#grimmjow manga

[witchmachi]

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

[katsuma6]

*heavy breathing*

[brittscafe]

I don't know if you did this but, can i request "one bed trope" with Grimmjow? i love that man so bad, i need my daily dose of him 💀

Ugh, of course! <3

You wish you weren't stuck in this situation with Grimmjow, but the events leading you here were unfortunate to say the least.

You walk behind Grimmjow in the world of the living when suddenly the thunder booms loudly. You flinch from the sudden loudness and lift up your head, gazing up into the dark sky.

The clouds seem to scatter around, gathering around and taking over the sky.

"Damn it," Grimmjow curses underneath his breath as the rain droplets start to pour down from the sky.

"What? It's just a little rain," you suggest, shrugging your shoulders.

Suddenly, the rain starts to break down from the sky. Within seconds Grimmjow and you are soaked, clothes stuck to your wet bodies.

The rain seems to sting Grimmjow's body and he seethes at the feeling of it.

Grimmjow's hand slaps down onto your wrist and he starts to drag you behind him. Although, your feet can't seem to keep up with him and you start to stumble and tumble over.

"Damn girl, come on!" Grimmjow hisses out, glaring back at you over his shoulder. He grits his teeth and clenches his jaw, harshly. Grimmjow may have been glaring at you and looked like he wanted to kill you, but his heart spoke differently.

He saw the way your eyes were filled with fear and even tears. So, he loosens his grip on your wrist and clears his throat.

"I think there's an inn nearby!" you speak up as the wind howls loudly and picks up the speed. Grimmjow and you rush through the woods and burst into an inn.

It's dimly lit, the only light are candles all around the walls. You and Grimmjow pant heavily, water dripping from your clothes and onto the old wooden floor.

The inn is warm and friendly. An older lady sits at a desk, wearing a faint smile and her grey hair pulled back into a slick bun.

"Damn, curse that rain!" Grimmjow curses out, his wet hair sticking to his forehead.

"Grimmjow," you nudge his shoulder and point over to the woman.

"Are you two looking for a room?" the elderly woman speaks up and your eyes light up with interest.

"Um, yes please," you bow your head down.

"Luckily for you, I have one last room available. Here's the key and if you need anything, I'll be down here," she speaks softly with a soothing voice, handing you a golden key.

You take the key from her hand and shoot her a smile.

"Thank you," you whisper out, walking down the dark hallway and Grimmjow follows behind you.

You place the key inside the lock and turn it. The lock clicks open with a quiet sound and you push the door open. Your mouth gapes open and Grimmjow's breath hitches in his throat.

One large bed sits in the middle of the cozy room and you gulp.

"Only one bed? Great," he scoffs out with annoyance, shoving his way past you and into the room. You roll your eyes with annoyance and step inside, closing the door behind you.

You sit underneath the white covers as the shower runs in the background. The shower soon shuts off and your heart lodges in your throat.

The door swings open and Grimmjow walks out, only wearing a pair of sweats. The fresh water makes his abs glisten and his wet hair hangs over his eyes. Your face becomes red hot and your stomach twists into uneasy knots.

"Grimmjow! You couldn't have put on a shirt?" you scoff out, gazing the other way.

Grimmjow lets out a tiny chuckle and you glance back over at him. Your mouth waters at the sight of him and he bites on his bottom lip.

"Oh, come on. Don't tell you you've never seen a man without his shirt on?" he questions you, a smirk growing along his pale face.

"You should sleep," you suggest, changing the subject and Grimmjow lets out a tiny scoff.

"I'm not human. Therefore, I don't require sleep," Grimmjow retorts harshly and you knit your eyebrows together.

"Grimmjow, there's enough room in this bed for the both of us," you scoff out.

"I don't want to sleep with you," Grimmjow seethes out and you giggle quietly.

"I didn't mean it like that. We can have separate sides of the bed, come on," you pat the empty side of the bed next to you. Grimmjow's expression softens and he lets out a deep breath.

He climbs into the bed beside you and watches outside the window as the rain continues to pour down.

"I hate the rain," Grimmjow sighs out, lowering his head. He's vulnerable for a minute and you can see it.

"Maybe it's because you're half cat," you suggest and Grimmjow shoots you a harsh glare.

"Shut up! I am not," Grimmjow flicks your forehead and you scrunch up your face.

"Yeah, yeah, try to deny it all you want. I'm going to bed," you sigh out, blowing out the candle on your nightstand and snuggle up into the covers.

Grimmjow's left with his jaw dropped open as you quickly fall asleep.

You're in your most vulnerable position right now. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted as soft breaths leave your throat. Grimmjow's eyes rake over your eyelashes, not fluttering at him for once.

A piece of your hair dangles down in front of your face and Grimmjow's breath hitches in his throat as he reaches out. He gently moves the piece of hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear.

You seem to inch closer and closer to Grimmjow in your sleep. The candlelight on his side of the bed, glows onto your face. Grimmjow's heart rams against his chest, wanting to rip out.

He slowly lifts up his hand and reaches out towards your face. He traces your cheek, the softness of your skin, creating goosebumps along his skin.

Grimmjow's eyes widen and his breath hitches in his throat.

Why? Why does he feel this way about you? It doesn't make any sense to him.

The covers ruffle as you move in your sleep and Grimmjow quickly pulls away from you. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

A startled gasp leaves his lips and he gazes down at you, eyes widen and confused. You were so warm against his body, you fit perfectly against him.

You move your thigh over his hips and Grimmjow's heart skips a beat.

You were so vulnerable right now, he could do anything. Grimmjow could kill you if he wanted to, but he doesn't want to. He feels a deep instinct to keep you safe.

Grimmjow slowly wraps his arms around you, your head resting on his chest. His eyes rake over you and your innocent, sleeping face. He leans his head down and places a soft kiss on your forehead.

He rests his head against the pillow and closes his eyes, a warm smile growing on his face.

Grimmjow was so glad that you were asleep...or at least that's what he thought.

[pfpanimes]

⌕ bleach • grimmjow jaegerjaquez.

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[titanialev]

[i-might-write]

Grimmjow: trust

Fandom: Bleach

Grimmjow is used to being on his own and always sleeping with one eye open. The possibility of being backstabbed and betrayed by those claiming to be on his side had proven to be real many times before - to the point where he almost expects it.

It takes him some time to warm up to the idea of making friends and having a genuine connection with Ichigo and his friend group and therefore also - you.

Adjusting to the new reality of being able to sort of, kind of, believe that some people don't mean harm to him in the long run was sped up by the growing interest Grimmjow had in you.

Grimmjow isn't someone who is good at, or would even consider suppressing his feelings, so it would sooner or later lead to him finding himself in a relationship. It was a strange course of action to him, because binding his life to someone else's was a first for such a paranoid loner, but what was even stranger was his hope that it would last.

Trust was not easily given in Grimmjow’s life, and one of the most difficult decisions he had to make was deciding whether he should put it in you.

The relationship with you is probably one of the very few genuine connections Grimmjow allowed himself throughout his long life, and it wouldn't last if he didn't respect you enough to accept the unknown.

For Grimmjow, trust is putting a sword into your hands and pointing it at his own heart, while never truly certain what your next step would be.

Once he'd made that decision though, a part of Grimmjow would finally be at peace. Whatever happened next was entirely up to you, and he'd just have to live with the consequences. But before that happened, the kind of trust Grimmjow would give his significant other was one of the purest and most wholehearted gestures he was capable of.

Grimmjow is a territorial person and doesn't want to share the things he cares about deeply - and you are one of those few. Trust for him means knowing that you consider him just as important. Grimmjow has aggressive tendencies and wouldn't enjoy the sight of someone else taking too much of an interest in you. He trusts you to make the right choice and send the idiot away, but at the same time it doesn't mean he can't stand around, glaring menacingly and imagining gutting the idiot open. Grimmjow doesn't mind his thoughts clearly showing on his face.

He's an open book. He hardly ever tries to hide anything.

Except for the rare occasions when he's woken in the middle of the night, his paranoia making the nightmares unbearable. He'd wake up covered in the cold sweat, with the fading remnants of the dream stuck beneath his eyelids.

Trust in you is something he's managed to get used to. It's present when he lets his guard down, when he closes his eyes, when he falls asleep knowing you could slit his throat. It's present in the moments when Grimmjow has to get a burden off his chest when it becomes too heavy. It's present in knowing that you'd keep his secrets and insecurities tucked safely away within yourself.

But trust is a gained privilege, and no one knows better than Grimmjow that the reality, regardless of the world he lives in, can be cruel. Grimmjow trusts neither in the future, nor in good fortune. All that he's ever gained, he had to fight for and that's precisely why he will do anything in his power to protect those closest to him.

[latrespada]

Grimmjow calling Nelliel by her name vs Grimmjow every other girl as “woman”

[mysteryends]

Grimmjow blocks Ichigo’s sword with his arm,

Ichigo says, “What is this guy?”

[thealvinatordraws]

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach)

[penguinonfire]

Here. Have some grumpy boi grimmjow 💖

[witchmachi]

in your eyes is a place worth remembering🫀🗡️

[katsuma6]

Bae whatchu hiding for 😩😩

[rukiadriedhisrain]

[6.15] ☆ Role Reversal

[sasanyaustala]

I really loved watching 7th episode

[snow-body]

to heaven.

[goatei13]

BLEACH - Thousand Year Blood War Episode 32 "The Holy Newborn" Preview.