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pin-k-ink · 3 months ago

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COVET ⋆✦⋆ grimmjow jaegerjaquez ft. nnoitra gilga

synopsis ➸ grimmjow’s been secretly in love with you for ages. when you show up upset after a rough night with your new boyfriend, he’s ready to prove that not all affection has to hurt

tags ➸ friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, dub-con (from nnoitra… kinda), degradation (also from nnoitra), he is mean, dirty talk, asphyxiation, cheating(?), choking, mentions of bruises, body worship, pet names, nipple play, teasing, unprotected sex, praise kink, begging

wc ➸ 6.4k

Grimmjow tried his best to keep his expression neutral as you twisted this way and that in front of the vanity mirror, fussing with your hair. But it was getting harder by the second to mask the muscle twitching in his jaw or the way his fingers dug restlessly into the mattress beneath him.

You looked goddamn incredible as always - face flushed with excitement, those big eyes shining, glossy lips parted slightly as you scrutinized your reflection. The sight of you so dolled up and radiating pure joy over some asshole coming to sweep you off your feet again made Grimmjow's chest constrict painfully.

He hated it. Hated watching you put so much effort into chasing after these douchebags who couldn't possibly appreciate you properly. Not like he—

No. Grimmjow cut that dangerous line of thought off before it could fester into something uglier. You were his best friend, his whole world, and he refused to become that cliché "nice guy" who secretly resented you over unrequited feelings. Better to suffer in silence than risk poisoning what you had with bitter jealousy.

Still...the thought of Nnoitra's wandering hands all over you, his smug grin as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, made Grimmjow's stomach churn acidically. That prick didn't deserve to even look at someone as radiant and full of life as you, let alone take you out and try to charm his way past your clothes later.

"You about ready yet?" he found himself rumbling, partly to distract from his darkening thoughts. "Or did you wanna powerbomb your hair with a few more hours of fussing before your date rolls around?"

You shot him an exasperated look over one shoulder, rolling those big expressive eyes in his direction. "I want to look nice, okay? Is that a crime now in the kingdom of Grimm?"

He snorted at that, trying for an indifferent shrug and missing by a mile as you continued fidgeting with your appearance. Goddammit, you were so fucking beautiful when you got like this - all adorably insecure and earnest in your desires without realizing how breathtaking you looked already.

How many times had Grimmjow stood frozen on that same damn mattress over the years, watching as you attempted painstaking ritual after ritual in pursuit of some unattainable standard of perfection? Each time you'd twist and fuss, utterly oblivious to how every tiny adjustment made his mouth go dry and insides twist with the effort of staying silent.

Of course, you had no idea just how devastating your presence and effortless allure was to him these days. No clue that your best friend had been fighting an increasingly losing battle to keep things platonic despite the fact that you made his heart race and palms sweat like some lovestruck idiot.

"Hope this douche at least remembers to open doors and pull out chairs for you tonight," Grimmjow heard himself muttering, unable to help firing off another sardonic aside in hopes of grounding himself. "God forbid you have to waste breath reminding him how to be a basic respectful dipshit after so many dates."

You paused in the middle of smoothing an errant strand of silky hair, brow creasing in that adorable little wrinkle he loved so much. For a brief, dizzying moment Grimmjow wondered if you'd somehow developed telepathy and sussed out the bitter envy churning through his gut.

Then your bemused voice cut through the stifling tension knotting his shoulders as you replied:

"Someone sounds awfully salty for a guy who swore up and down he wasn't gonna give me any grief over Nnoitra."

Grimmjow winced inwardly at the piercing insight, tamping down the instinctive urge to look properly chastened. Sure, he'd promised to stay out of your dating choices this time around - go so far as supporting you even - but how the hell could he when you kept bringing home these undeserving pricks one after another?!

A bitter chuckle nearly escaped his chest at the thought. Like he had any room to judge your romantic entanglements when he was the biggest philandering asshole of all. Always leaving a trail of broken hearts and bruised egos in his wake wherever he went because none of those casual flings could ever truly satisfy the deep, gnawing ache in his core.

At the end of every sweaty, tangled night spent chasing fleeting pleasures, Grimmjow inevitably found his lust-hazed vision seeking out some glimmer of your essence reflected in whichever warm body writhed and gasped beneath his ravenous attentions. Maybe it was the way their hair splayed across the pillows in thick waves, so reminiscent of when you lounged about lazily on weekends snuggled up watching dumb movies. Or perhaps the smattering of freckles dotting their shoulder blades reminded him of the sun-kissed constellations spanning your back and shoulders from summers spent outside together.

No matter how petty or delusional it felt each time he found himself pathetically projecting pieces of you onto another nameless conquest, Grimmjow couldn't seem to stop himself from instinctively searching for those fleeting echoes. Because in those hoarded fragments, as superficial and masochistic as they may have been, he could almost pretend his restless, traitorous heart was finally sated for once.

Almost convince himself that the plush curves and silken skin bared so wantonly beneath him belonged to the one woman who simultaneously gave his life meaning while robbing him of all peace entirely.

Once or twice he'd even slipped so deeply into those maddening delusions that your name had spilled from his lips in a shuddering groan against heated flesh. Only to be jolted brutally back to harsh reality by the stricken revulsion twisting their expressions - punctuated by the harsh sting of an open palm leaving his cheek smarting in shameful reprisal.

So yeah...maybe Grimmjow had zero ground for casting aspersions on your romantic choices when he'd sunken to such utterly pathetic lows in his own debased pursuit of any scrap or temporary solace available. All because doing the right thing and simply letting you go to find happiness felt more agonizing than sacrificing what little soul and dignity he had left clutching at pale imitations.

Before he could wrangle the impulse into some sardonic retort designed to deflect, your thoughtful gaze shifted back to drinking in his sprawled form with that same unconscious appreciation. Grimmjow instinctively straightened under the intensity of your stare, electricity prickling down his nape and shoulders at the weight behind those warm, guileless eyes...

Then you beamed at him - just a soft, radiant smile that lit up your whole face - and Grimmjow felt his heart stutter in his chest all over again like it did every damn time you looked at him like that. Like he was the only person in the world who mattered in that suspended breath.

"You know you'll always be my best friend, right Grimm?" you said simply, voice brimming with sincere affection that robbed him of air entirely.

He blinked dumbly, mesmerized by the ethereal glow of pure sunshine radiating from your expression as you regarded him with that same open, vulnerable adoration he'd never quite grown accustomed to after all these years. Grimmjow felt himself leaning towards your orbit helplessly despite his best intentions, like a man dying of thirst finally stumbling upon an oasis after ages adrift.

"No matter who comes and goes, you're the one constant I can count on," you continued softly, ducking your chin a little with a tiny self-conscious tuck of hair behind your ear. "My truest partner in everything, y'know?"

Grimmjow's throat bobbed convulsively as he fought to swallow past the lump swelling there. God, how did you always manage to disarm him so completely with just a few hushed syllables and those big, earnest eyes of yours? He opened his mouth, desperate to return the sentiment somehow though any actual words failed him utterly in the wake of your sincerity bowling him over once more.

Then your smile widened into that brilliant, achingly familiar grin he'd somehow fallen deeper in love with every year you two spent practically glued at the hip. You rose from the vanity in one graceful, effortless movement and drifted over to plop down on the mattress beside him - movements radiating that wholesome, utterly pure aura of joy he cherished like a sacred flame amidst the world's cruelties.

Before Grimmjow could properly recalibrate his restraints, you leaned over to loop one slender arm around his shoulders and press the gentlest kiss against his cheek in a sweet, platonic embrace. His entire body went rigid, every muscle taut as his jaw clenched to stifle the growl threatening to rumble free as the ghost of your warm breath and plush lips seared themselves into his senses.

"Love you to the moon and back, you big grump," you whispered against the heated line of his jaw, completely oblivious to the smoldering inferno blazing behind his hooded stare now. "Even when you're being a stubborn jerk about me dating again."

The urge to turn and capture those honeyed words straight from your glistening mouth in a soulfire of a kiss nearly overpowered Grimmjow's faculties entirely. He could already envision the rapturous slide of claiming your velvet lips and sipping down those blissful sighs escaping around each searing caress.

Only the sudden, jarring chime of your phone vibrating across the nightstand jolted him back from that delirious precipice at last. You pulled away with a start, glancing towards the caller ID in clear dismay at the intrusion.

Then your expression shifted, lips curving into a bright, anticipatory grin as you registered who the incoming call was from. "Oh! That must be Nnoitra letting me know he's here!"

You bounced up from the mattress with a renewed burst of youthful energy, all but vibrating with poorly contained excitement. Grimmjow watched through his lashes as you hurried back over to the vanity, straightening your outfit and running deft fingers through your hair one final time.

"Don't wait up, okay?" you tossed over your shoulder with a wink that twisted the blade in his heart effortlessly. "Could be a late one depending how charming Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome is feeling tonight!"

A hollow chuckle punched past Grimmjow's defenses before he could bite it back. "When isn't that jackass on his A-game trying to sweep you off your feet?" he rasped out with far more bitterness than he'd intended.

You simply giggled at his sarcasm, utterly missing the jagged undercurrent fueling it as you whirled back towards him with that megawatt smile of yours.

"You know me, sucker for a pretty face and silver tongue, Grimm," you sighed dramatically, hands fluttering up to cradle your radiant features. "Just pray one day I learn some taste to go with this weak willpower!"

With that final teasing remark, you strode over and pressed another sweet, painfully chaste peck against his cheek that nearly unmade Grimmjow entirely.

"Love you, grump!" you murmured, breath fanning over his already flushed skin in deliciously intimate waves. "Don't wait up, but do lock up behind me if I'm not back before morning? You're the best, bye!"

Before he could unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth, you bounded from the bedroom and out through the front hall in a whirlwind of perfumed vibrancy. Grimmjow remained upright on your bed, back rigid and fists clenched against his thighs so hard the knuckles strained white as bleached bone. The thunderous cadence of blood roared in his ears until finally...the front door clicked shut behind your whirlwind exit.

Then, and only then, did Grimmjow allow his forehead to sag forward into his upturned palms with a groan torn from the deepest hollows of his soul.

"Fuck..." he rasped out around the bitter ashes of loss coating his tongue once more. "Love you too...so goddamn much it hurts just to keep breathing without you here..."

He stayed that way for several suspended eternities until the furious pounding of his pulse ebbed enough for higher cognitive functions to trickle back hazily. But even as Grimmjow finally slumped backwards onto the rumpled bedding you'd occupied so recently, consuming your lingering warmth and scent like a dying man's oxygen, he knew the desolate ache hollowing out his core would persist until your inevitable return once more.

Just like it always did whenever you drifted from his side to chase empty dreams with these superficial pricks unworthy of so much as basking in your radiant light. But Grimmjow would stay, would continue craving and pining after you in aching silence rather than risk shattering your bond entirely.

Better to watch you pursue wholehearted fulfillment despite the endless, gnawing torment scoring fresh wounds into his battered soul with each breathless farewell. At least this way...he could still bask in your light and cherish the scraps of intimacy you allowed him rather than lose you completely to the howling void.

So he waited...and endured...and loved you with every faltering fragment of his shattered being until the next rapturous reunion finally granted him fleeting solace in your orbit once more.

The ride back to Nnoitra's place passed in a heated blur of wandering hands and heated make-out sessions whenever they hit a red light. You thrilled at the shiver of delicious anticipation lacing through your veins as his calloused palms roamed over your exposed thighs and up under your skirt teasingly.

A giddy thrill raced through your veins as Nnoitra's car pulled up to his place - a sleek, luxurious apartment building that practically oozed opulence. You'd had such an incredible night together filled with romantic candlelight, sumptuous food, and that dark undercurrent of heated tension you lived for.

Things were still relatively new between you both, having only progressed to intense bouts of heavy petting and dry-humping in the backseat of Nnoitra's car after dates so far. But tonight, after weeks of building tension, you sensed a shift in his usual aggressive yet restrained approach to pursuing you physically.

All the subtle hints radiated off him in smoldering waves from the moment he opened your door and pulled you flush against his powerful frame. The ravenous way his mouth never left your skin for longer than a few scorching inhales. How those large, rough fingers dug into the supple flesh of your hips and ass with undisguised possessiveness.

"Fuck you look so goddamn gorgeous tonight, babydoll," Nnoitra growled against the fevered hollow of your throat between molten kisses. "Been drivin' me crazy thinkin' about strippin' you outta that little number all evening..."

You shivered at his words, the blatant masculine lust saturating them sending heat zinging through your core deliciously. As he guided you backwards into his apartment with that same single-minded focus, you couldn't quite stifle the giddy thrill of anticipation mounting higher still.

This was it - the moment you'd been breathlessly awaiting ever since your first flirtatious exchange with Nnoitra and the undeniable spark of chemistry igniting between you. The night everything finally reached its crescendo and you both surrendered to the ravenous passion simmering for weeks on end. You were practically vibrating with pent-up need and arousal by the time the backs of your thighs hit the mattress and sent you toppling backwards into the rumpled bedding.

Nnoitra loomed above you like a conquering force of nature given human form - eyes glittering with unveiled hunger and those full lips curled in a predatory smirk you couldn't tear your stare away from despite your thundering pulse.

"Ready for the main event, princess?" he rumbled out in a tone dripping with dark promise that made your thighs clench involuntarily.

"God yes..." you breathed out in a throaty rasp, hands already tugging at the collar of his fitted shirt impatiently. "You have no idea how bad I've wanted—"

But the rest of your breathy declaration trailed off in a choked gasp as Nnoitra abruptly seized both your wrists in a bruising grip and pinned them over your head in one forceful sweeping motion. You struggled on instinct for one heart-pounding second before registering the white-hot heat of pure, undisguised possession blazing in his heavy-lidded stare.

"Not tonight you don't," he hissed out in a tone laced with something that set off warning bells in your hind-brain instantly. "Tonight that greedy fucking mouth and the rest of your hot little body are mine to do with as I please..."

You frowned, opening your mouth to protest the hostile phrasing dancing along your instinctive aversion, only for Nnoitra to silence you roughly with a bruising crush of his demanding lips. His free hand wasted no time delving between your trembling forms, shoving past your flimsy panties and underwear to grip your sex in a vicious squeeze that punched the breath from your lungs in a strangled keen.

"That's right, slut," he growled against your parted, gasping mouth as rough fingertips parted your folds with uncompromising insistence. "Make all the sweet little noises you want while I get that worthless pussy nice and sloppy for what's coming..."

The cruel, dehumanizing words landed like a physical blow, igniting a fresh blaze of panicked adrenaline that made you thrash against his restraining bulk in a desperate bid for space. But Nnoitra only chuckled darkly in evident relish, baring down with his full, unyielding weight in wordless reprimand while his calloused knuckles continued their ruthless ministrations between your thighs...

You barely registered the salt tracks of tears streaming down your face as you slowly extricated your quivering form out from beneath Nnoitra's dead weight on the mattress. You slid free of the tangled sheets and quickly pried open the drawer beside the bed to yank on the first clothes you could find despite your raw, aching skin howling in protest.

Hot tears stung your eyes as you allowed Nnoitra's parting sneers and contemptuous dismissal to rattle around your numb psyche. Stupid slut...pathetic cocktease with no follow-through...wasted his goddamn time like every other desperate whore...

Your entire body thrummed with secondhand humiliation and regret. How could you have been so blind, so utterly naive to think this vulgar, domineering man might harbor even the slightest consideration or care for your boundaries?

No...you knew better, deep down. Perhaps not the full, ugly extent of Nnoitra's penchant for degradation and savagery, but enough to sense the ugliness lurking beneath his veneers all the same. All this time you'd simply chosen willful blindness in hopes some idealized version of him might take root if only you persisted hard enough.

Only once you were fully redressed and upright again - legs trembling violently yet somehow still holding your weight - did you chance a furtive look back over your shoulder at the sprawled silhouette of your boyfriend.

He was utterly unconscious in the aftermath of his merciless savagery, the slow rise and fall of his chest barely perceptible in the dim light creeping through the blinds. You couldn't discern if the wet trails bisecting his sculpted features had been your tears or his own sweat dripping down, nor did you particularly care at this point. All that remained was the hollow ache throbbing through every inch of your ravaged body and psyche pulsing in a dull cadence.

"Shouldn't have pushed me so hard, you cheap-ass cumslut," Nnoitra's mumbled slur reached you from the darkness, chilling you anew. "Now look...totally fucking blew my load and wasted it because your needy ass couldn't relax and take your medicine like a good girl..."

Any further cruel taunts dissolved into thick, whistling snores as he succumbed to the heavy pull of slumber anew. You simply stood there amid the settling ashes of your last remaining illusions and shattered boundaries, struggling to cling to the final fraying threads holding you together at all.

Then Grimmjow's face swam into focus behind your eyelids - that rakish grin and those penetratingly sincere azure irises that shimmered with so much fierce loyalty and adoration whenever he beheld you. It was like a lighthouse piercing through the fog of your unraveling despair and guiding you back towards salvation at last.

Without further hesitation, you turned on your heel and fled from the blood-tinged battlefield of Nnoitra's apartment with the few remaining dignity-preserving scraps you had energy to salvage. Away from the desolate, mocking silence now suffocating the eerie stillness in your wake.

Grimmjow barely registered the muted drone of the TV flickering before him, gaze glazed and thoughts adrift as he idly channel surfed. Some old movie rerun flickered across the screen but he couldn't muster enough focus to follow the plot if his life depended on it. His mind was too preoccupied wondering just what fresh hell you might be enduring at that very moment with Nnoitra...

The sudden jarring trill of the doorbell made him jolt upright, frown creasing his features as he glanced towards the entryway in confusion. Grimmjow definitely wasn't expecting company this late. Unless...

His pulse kicked up a traitor's cadence as he rose and padded towards the front door, something like grim anticipation weighing in his gut. Sure enough, one sweeping glance through the peephole revealed your familiar silhouette hunched on the front steps in the dim glow of the porch light.

Steeling himself for whatever emotional turbulence awaited, Grimmjow undid the locks and tugged the door open carefully. The sight that greeted him stole what little breath remained, bitter resignation curdling through his veins like acid.

"Hey Grimm..." you rasped out in a voice utterly devoid of your usual sunshine and warmth.

Then you lifted your bowed head just enough to reveal the fresh bruising purpling along your throat, the swollen split in your lower lip, and more incriminating evidence scattered across your ravaged features...and something inside Grimmjow simply cracked irreparably.

"[Y/N]..." he croaked out numbly, body moving on horrified instinct to surge forward and gather your trembling form against his chest in a crushing embrace. "What did that son of a bitch do to you..."

At his impassioned whisper, the dam finally broke and you dissolved into wretched, hiccuping sobs against his heaving chest. Grimmjow could only clutch you tighter, teeth grinding in sheer impotent fury as the warm trails of your anguish streaked over his skin in scorching brands far worse than any physical wound.

That worthless pile of shit Nnoitra had HURT you - harmed you in ways that made Grimmjow's most merciless nightmares seem trite by comparison. His eyes squeezed shut as you continued keening into the hollow of his throat wordlessly, entire frame practically vibrating with the force of your raw devastation laid finally bare.

Grimmjow had witnessed you mourn other breakups over the years, yes. But never in such undiluted, soul-searing fashion as this. It was as if the very essence of your brilliant spark - that endless fount of effortless joy and resilience he'd cherished for so long - had finally been scoured out through unimaginable torment until only the bitter, haunted ashes remained in its wake.

A snarl began building in his chest, low and guttural until it threatened to burst free in an incandescent blaze. Every simmering thread of restraint Grimmjow had worn like shackles holding back the urges to simply seize and ravage you as he so desperately craved came apart like smoke dissolving on the wind. The need to find Nnoitra and utterly annihilate him down to his very core suddenly blazed with the intensity of a dying star finally going supernova in one apocalyptic conflagration.

But just as Grimmjow began turning towards hunting his prey down no matter the consequences, your quavering rasp reached his ears and paralyzed him in his tracks.

"Don't..." you whispered in a broken cadence against his thundering pulse, hands feebly clutching his shirt with the last vapors of strength. "Please Grimm...I just want to be done...to stop hurting for a while and just...rest here with you..."

And just like that, all the smoldering bloodlust and wrath simply evaporated, leaving Grimmjow feeling utterly deflated as he turned back to gather you closer. You wound enfeebled arms around his midsection, clinging to his hulking frame with unconcealed desperation as he simply swayed in place, murmuring wordless reassurance against your disheveled hair.

How many times had he wished to declare his love in that heated silence, to reveal the aching depths of devotion roiling in his chest for years? Too many to ever recount as the seconds stretched into eternities under the leaden weight of your private anguish exsanguinating against him...

But somehow, in that suspended purgatory, Grimmjow also felt the stirrings of hope threatening to bloom impossibly through the bitter soil of his longstanding resignation. As if your hollowed vulnerability offered an oasis out of the howling void you'd both been trapped in since the beginning...

He pulled back just enough for your bleary, bloodshot eyes to find his, one hand tenderly cupping the curve of your jaw where the first telltale bruise blossomed. Grimmjow studied your ravaged features with something approaching reverence despite the wounds etched there.

To think your radiance had finally broken and started to cool towards ashen despondence...the reality sliced deeper than any physical torment. Yet also revealed an untold strength residing in those battered depths that threatened to rob Grimmjow of his composure entirely in a different way. He thumbed over your split lower lip with trembling care, utterly transfixed by every hitched breath shuddering through your lungs.

Unable to resist the swirling undertow any longer, Grimmjow surged forward and captured your parted lips in a searing, infinitely tender glide. The contact was barely there at first - a mere whisper of reverence and restrained longing scorching his senses. But then you whimpered softly against his mouth, and like a drowning man gulping life-giving air, Grimmjow deepened the kiss with a rumbling groan.

You both seemed frozen for one suspended eternity, bodies locked in a molten clinch as his tongue traced the plush seam of your lips in unspoken entreaty. When you finally parted them with a shuddering sigh, Grimmjow felt something primal and ravenous unfurl in his gut with blinding intensity.

He cradled the nape of your neck with infinite care, angling your faces impossibly closer as his tongue delved past your lips to explore every slick, velvet crevice with aching leisure. Each sweep of his velvet muscle elicited the most blissful, broken little sounds punching free from your core that stoked the banked embers in Grimmjow's own into an insatiable blaze.

"Sweet girl..." he murmured against your swollen mouth between heated, indulgent kisses. "Let me take care of you properly this time..."

You keened softly in response, hands scrabbling up the firm musculature of his back and shoulders as if seeking purchase against the tidal wave of sensation threatening to bowl you both under entirely. Grimmjow could only growl in dark approval, trailing open-mouthed worship down the slender column of your throat while gathering you against his powerful frame.

With a leonine heave, he surged to his feet and carried you through the living room without breaking his sensual cadence. Your thighs parted instinctively to bracket his hips like a lifeline, shaky gasps ghosting over his fevered skin with each lush undulation of your tangled forms.

"That's it..." Grimmjow husked out in a rumbling purr laced with sinful promise. "Stay right here with me, let me show you how good it feels to be handled right..."

By the time he lowered you reverently onto the rumpled sheets and covered your pliant body with his own, the weight of unrequited yearning and hunger etched in every etched ridge and hollow had reached a fever pitch. Yet despite the unmistakable claiming energy thrumming through each vein and sinew, Grimmjow retained an unhurried, almost meditative pace as he worked to rid you of your clothes.

Hands roamed and mapped every lush curve and quivering hollow, thumbs skating over feverish skin with aching tenderness even as he blazed a path of devouring kisses along the slopes of your breasts. You arched into him helplessly, lost to the sublime rapture of touch and being so thoroughly adored by someone who saw your radiant essence unveiled before anything else.

Your legs fell open wider as Grimmjow settled firmly between your splayed thighs, the firm swell of his cock straining his boxers against your molten core. Your hips canted upwards to grind against the welcome friction, hands scrabbling up and down the flexing contours of his muscled torso with unrestrained wantonness.

"God, so fucking perfect for me, babygirl," Grimmjow groaned against the valley between your breasts, one hand delving lower to cup your soaked sex and thumb your swollen clit. "Never gonna let anyone mistreat you or take this precious pussy for granted again, sweetheart..."

Then his face dipped lower still, and all coherent thought fled your mind as his full, pouty lips closed over one aching nipple and began suckling in earnest. You whimpered and squirmed beneath him, the wet heat of his mouth and teasing scrape of his teeth driving you wild.

Grimmjow merely growled around the pert, glistening bud and switched to its neglected twin, alternating between long, slow laps and gentle nips. His calloused fingers continued their torturous dance around your dripping slit, sliding over your folds and circling your swollen clit in unhurried, dizzying spirals.

The air grew thick with your combined panting breaths and the sinful, slick sounds of his relentless ministrations. All the while, the insistent throb of his rigid shaft grinding against you in steady rhythm built the pressure of unbridled need higher and higher still until you were sure you'd be swallowed by the rising tide entirely.

"Please...Grimmjow, please I can't take it anymore!" you sobbed, hands fisting in his tousled cerulean locks and yanking. "I need you inside me, want you to fuck me and make it better, please..."

At your breathless, broken entreaty, Grimmjow's head reared up from your flushed chest with an almost feral snarl. The blistering heat radiating from his piercing cerulean gaze was enough to scald you to the bone, igniting the molten embers simmering through your veins anew.

"Fuck, I want to, baby…so goddamn much," he bit out, teeth gritted as he loomed over you with one forearm braced on the headboard. "But you've had enough rough treatment for a lifetime. Gonna be real sweet and thorough when I make you mine at last, gorgeous."

He dipped his head low and sealed his mouth over yours in another soul-searing kiss, tongues tangling and breath mingling. You felt the blunt, silky head of his cock nudging your drenched folds aside and gliding through your folds to graze your sensitive bundle of nerves. Then the fat, velvety tip began prodding at your entrance, and you were certain the delicious pressure might very well undo you before you'd even felt him sink fully inside you.

"Gonna take it real slow, babygirl, so just breathe for me, yeah?" he husked against your parted lips.

Grimmjow punctuated his gravelly command with a shallow roll of his hips, the thick, bulbous crown stretching your tender walls with agonizing tenderness. Your inner muscles clenched instinctively, the initial burn of intrusion giving way to the delicious fullness that promised so much more to come.

"Yes, fuck yes Grimmjow, keep going, don't stop..."

The raw, pleading notes of your voice only served to spur him on, and he buried his face in the crook of your shoulder with a hoarse curse. The powerful flex and coil of his sinewy form above you as he sank deeper inside you inch by aching inch was an utter thing of beauty.

Every twitch and clench of your walls drew out a different sound from his lips - a ragged gasp or breathy groan, or something more akin to a guttural snarl. The overwhelming intensity was unlike anything you'd ever experienced, and yet felt like the culmination of all the shared yearning and desire built up for so long.

When the rigid girth finally bottomed out, your legs hooked instinctively around his waist and you let out a keening cry, overwhelmed by the delicious pressure throbbing within. Grimmjow merely let out a shudder exhale, lips brushing your sweat-slicked brow and jaw.

"Fuck, you feel like pure heaven around my cock, princess," he groaned, teeth grazing the shell of your ear as his hips began a slow, deep thrust. "So goddamn good, never wanna leave this sweet pussy now that I've had a taste..."

His words sent a fresh thrill zipping down your spine, and your back arched up to meet the sinuous roll of his body in a languid counterpoint. Your fingers carded through the coarse azure strands tumbling around his handsome features, the sheer intensity of his adoring gaze searing into your soul and sending shivers through your writhing frame.

Grimmjow pressed impassioned kisses along the line of your jaw and collarbone, all the while murmuring soft words of praise and endearment. His tempo was a measured, unhurried glide that kept building the pressure within you to an excruciating fever pitch.

The heady friction of his velvet length massaging your inner walls in the most sinful way soon had you babbling incoherently. His name fell from your lips in broken, reverent litany as if invoking a sacred prayer - the only truth that mattered in that moment.

"H-Harder, Grimm...please..." you gasped, the coil in your belly drawing tighter and tighter with each exquisite slide.

"Uh-uh, babygirl, not this time," he rumbled back, one hand skimming over the smooth plane of your torso to cradle the crest of your hip with unflinching tenderness. "Wanna show you how good it feels when someone loves you like they're meant to..."

With those gravelly words, Grimmjow's pace slowed further still until each thrust was a languid, almost agonizing pull out followed by a torturous press in. His lips closed over yours in a drugging kiss, tongues gliding in unhurried, sinful caresses that only stoked the inferno of your mutual desire into an inextinguishable conflagration.

You keened helplessly, utterly at his mercy in the best possible way. With his strong, broad body braced above you and his unyielding cock filling you completely, the rest of the world fell away to insignificance. It was as if you'd finally found the home and shelter you'd sought so desperately in that shared, silent space - in the warmth of his arms and the searing heat of his touch.

Grimmjow broke the kiss suddenly, a deep shudder coursing through his powerful frame as he buried his face in the hollow of your throat with a ragged, drawn-out groan. You could feel the telltale flutter of his swollen member against your tender inner walls and knew his own release was near.

"Fuck, I-I'm close, sweet girl..."

His strained voice seemed to drag you out of the haze of ecstasy you'd been swept away on, and the sight of him above you nearly undid you completely.

His cerulean locks tumbled around his fevered expression in disheveled tendrils, eyes blazing with pure adoration and devotion and the strain of unyielding restraint holding back his climax. His arms quivered on either side of you, muscles rippling and bunching as he fought to maintain his torturous pace and draw out the bliss for just a little longer.

You wound your legs tighter around his lean waist, angling your hips up and letting out a high, breathless gasp as he sank impossibly deeper inside you. Grimmjow cursed darkly, teeth grazing the column of your throat and hands fisting the sheets until his knuckles blanched.

"I-I love you, [Y/N]...fuck, I love you so much," he groaned, voice cracking at the end and betraying the depth of his emotion. "Please say it back, let me hear it at least once, please..."

Your heart stuttered at his impassioned, whispered plea. The raw, naked longing etched on his features threatened to overwhelm you entirely. But in the end, there was no doubt left in your mind about what you needed to do, and no fear at the idea of exposing the tender, fragile parts of yourself in turn.

"I love you too, Grimmjow," you whispered back, hands reaching up to tenderly cup his cheeks and bring his feverish, desperate gaze back to yours. "You're the only one I've ever loved like this, and the only one I want, I promise."

And just like that, the leonine man above you seemed to collapse with a shuddering exhale, burying his face in the valley between your breasts as his powerful body went taut as a bowstring. A few more deep, hard thrusts and the pressure within you snapped, sending you both hurtling over the edge into blissful oblivion.

Your back arched off the mattress, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open on a choked sob as the first waves of pleasure crashed through your frame. Grimmjow's answering snarl and ragged exhale signaled his own release, the molten heat of his essence flooding your core and filling every inch of your quivering channel with his seed.

He continued rocking into you as you both rode out the last echoes of release, hips twitching and muscles shuddering with the aftershocks. Your legs fell bonelessly to the bed, thighs quivering and chest heaving as he rolled off you at last, his spent cock slipping free from your quivering sex with a lewd squelch.

He gathered you against him, one powerful arm looping around your waist to pull you flush against his firm, sinewy torso. The other stroked and smoothed over the sweat-slicked strands of hair clinging to your temples and forehead, fingers trailing tenderly over your features and pressing a reverent kiss to your parted lips.

"[Y/N]...my precious girl, don't know how I'll ever let you go," Grimmjow mumbled against your temple, nuzzling his cheek against the crown of your head. "You deserve so much better than what I have to offer, but I'm still not letting you leave. Never."

A fresh swell of emotion threatened to break loose, but this time, it was not borne of heartache or despair. You turned your face up to his, pressing a chaste kiss to his sculpted jaw and reveling in the possessive squeeze of his arms around you.

"Then I'm not going anywhere, Grimmjow."

He let out a satisfied rumble and nosed along the slope of your throat and jaw, pressing lazy kisses wherever he could reach. The soothing motion lulled you into a pleasant, boneless haze, the rhythmic rise and fall of his broad chest lulling you deeper into the depths of slumber.

The last thing you heard before slipping away was the soft, reverent whisper breathed against the crown of your head.

"Love you, [Y/N]...more than I ever thought was possible."

#bleach #bleach x reader #bleach smut #bleach x reader smut #bleach x you #grimmjow x reader smut #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow smut #troupe master grimm

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sig-got-a-gun · 3 years ago

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Lightning Strikes First

(Modern AU: Grimm X Reader)

(Chapter One)

It was late evening. Though it may as well have been the middle of the night. The cloud cover was thick and heavy today, sobbing down upon this old city. I adjusted my umbrella on by shoulder as I looked at the canal I walked beside.

This city had been made to resist years of rain. The canals and rivers everywhere helped the water to not flood the streets. Where the water went was unknown. The canals were used as the main city transport, though the trams were much drier.

Personally, I used neither. My job was only a few blocks down the street from the apartment complex I resided in. I usually worked late nights, but I was asked to take the morning shift tomorrow by a coworker. Being the type of bug that dislikes conflict, I said I'd take it.

So, now, I was trekking home in the pouring rain, tired and exhausted. The good news? At least it isn't a thunderstorm.

There are these alleyways all over the city. They are drier than the streets, but tend to be filthy. I usually avoided them, but today I just couldn't handle the rain. So, down one of the alleys I went.

I shook my umbrella off so I could rest my arms and I walked through the humid paths. I new the about path I needed to take, I only hoped that I was right.

Some time passed, and I began to worry I was lost. The sound of rain above me was distant, and I wondered if I could possibly be going downwards. It was all but pitch black, only dull lights on the walls guided me. I gained the feeling of being watched, and tried to shrug it off, but it only grew stronger. It unnerved me.

My pace quickened, my want to get home growing by the second. I kept my eyes on the ground and moved. My footsteps echoed in the alleyways and I felt as though I were being followed. My fear only grew as I rushed. Soon, I could hear rain ahead of me. The streets!

I readied my umbrella as I ran and within moments I broke into the storm. Out of the alleys I stopped and breathed. The feeling of eyes on the back of my head was still strong, and I worried that I may meet the gaze if I were to turn around.

I planned to keep moving; walk to my apartment; and I began to do so. But, a voice called from the alley. Rough, but not old. It sounded as if smoke had been through the owners lungs a fair few times. It bothered me. The voice repeated it's call, clearly aware I had heard it.

"Hey."

I hesitated, wondering my best course of action. In the end, my morbid curiosity won. I had to see what followed me. I turned back to face the alley, expecting to meet the gaze of some disgruntled bug, likely back from a late night at the bar... But instead I found my sight trailing up the tall, cloaked figure of a slim bug.

They looked upon me with scarlet eyes, bright as a sparking flame. Ironically, they froze me to the spot. Their mask was horned and curved backwards, two black stripes dashed above and below their eyes. Their cloak was soaked.

There was a moment of awkward silence, before the other lifted a thin hand from beneath their cloak and waved. I stood a second, then waved back.

"Hi." I said simply.

The other seemed to laugh a bit, though silently. Their cloak shook slightly as their expression was one of humor.

"Hello." That was the voice. It bothered me that it belonged to this other. It didn't quite seem to fit. But I shrugged it off. "I am very sorry to bother you... But I cannot go into heavy rain." they look out at the street, watching the pouring sky.

I had a feeling I knew what they were asking, but I wasn't sure if I would be able to help them to wherever they need to go.

Almost as if the other were reading my thoughts, they spoke. "My residence is not far from here, only about half a block west."

Well, if it's only that...

"Alright, I'll help, but I am only so tall."

The other laughs again. "I can duck. It's most important my head stays dry."

I shrugged and walked back over, holding the umbrella as far up as I could, and the other ducked, keeping their mask beneath the umbrella.

"This good?"

They nodded, and we walked.

We stayed quiet for the most part; they had a sort of heat radiating from them. I would've asked, but we reached their place within minutes. It looked familiar... I glanced around and realized it was the very complex I lived in. Just a different part of it. I heard the door unlock and looked back at the other, who was entering the building.

"Thank you, my dear..." I twitched at the word. It wasn't flirtatious or gross in tone, but I always associated the word with creepy men.

"It's Y/n." I replied swiftly.

"Ah, well thank you, Y/n. And if we happen to meet again, I am Grimm." He glanced backwards into his apartment, then back at me. "I hope you have a lovely night, Y/n."

"You too, Grimm." I walked off with a wave and he shut his door.

I was deeply aware of how cold the night was now.

#hollow knight #hk #hk grimm #hk grimm troupe #hk troupe master grimm #grimm x reader #lightning strikes first #ps i wrote something #WOOOOOOOO #soooo #Whatcha think??? ��😏😏😏#(my) modern hollow knight

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hk-plus-you · 3 years ago

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Hello! May I please get some yandere!grimm hcs? Thank you!

Oh... Oh nO

Grimm

Well, getting the attention of a higher being in any context can be a bit of risk, especially romantically. Higher beings can be very temperamental when they want and can hold quite the grudge. But Grimm isn't just any every day higher being, he's (at his core) The Nightmare King. He controls a whole realm that effects every bug in existence. Very powerful, very old, utterly inescapable if you piss him off.

Of course, you didn't anger him. Quite the opposite actually! Isn't that such a good thing?

It's not. It really isn't. I mean, if you happen to return Grimm's feelings and are happy going along with him you'll be okay but if not... There's not saying no to him.

Grimm at least has the common sense that mortals tend to be a little freaked out by higher beings, especially when they so such a strong interest in them. He'll try and play it normally. His troupe give the appearance of normal bugs that are just a little (a lot) weird.

He'll try to woo you in whatever way you prefer. Gifts? Dances? A romantic night out where it's just the two of you? Anything you want, he'll find a way to make it happen on way or another.

And the thing is he knows you. Or at least your fears. He isn't afraid to use these against you if he must. He'd rather not have to rely on manipulation but if he must he will.

It'd just so much easier if you give in you see. He'd really be willing to do anything for you. He can give you the whole world if all you do is love him as much as he loves you. Why wouldn't you when the other option is so much pain and tragedy? Why are you still fighting so hard?

#I have more thoughts on this but it's already kinda long #yandere #ask to tag #hollow knight #grimm #hollow knight grimm #troupe master grimm #x reader #reader insert

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hollowknightxreader · 4 years ago

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Uhh heya!! I just found your blog thanks to a friend of mine and uhh sorta fell in love with it XD You're doin a really awesome thing! Could i possibly request general romantic relationship headcannons with Grimm? And a female reader? Post or pre infection idk dkjfdshusfhsjdfhs whatever you think would work-

A/N: Awwww, hey, that’s really nice, glad to hear you like it :) (Seriously, this made my day, you’ve all been so nice and supportive, it’s amazing)

Relationship Headcanons With Grimm:

First off;

Grimm is the absolute king of ✨dramatic flair✨

No joke, we’ve all seen how this bug makes an entrance, it’s no wonder he would be equally as expressive when it comes to his lover.

If not even more.

(Also c’mon, he’s got major theatre kid vibes)

So, oh, is he a hopeless romantic.

You cannot convince me that this man wouldn’t go to all sorts of heights to serenade his s/o in affection.

From conducting extravagant private showings for his s/o to collecting the most valuable trinkets and bobbles he can get his claws on, once he figures out what his s/o likes, he will be determined to bring you the best of the best.

In fact, it can be overwhelming at times.

By no means would it be on purpose.

Grimm just needs to amp it back from time to time.

But, boy howdy, if you start being the one that’s giving gaudy gifts and planning dates

This man will love you

Seriously

He adores being on the receiving end just as much as he does to be on the giving.

Wrapping that up

I imagine that, as master of an entire troupe, Grimm is quite busy, and as such, has little offtime to relax.

This can be hard in the case of spending quality time with him.

It certainly wouldn’t ease up as the ritual draws closer, either

The closer he gets to his inevitable death, to have his flames eaten by the next troupe master, the more time away from his s/o he has to spend

In the end, a relationship with Grimm would only end in loss.

This very reason makes him hesitant to get attached.

So he cherishes the time he spends with you!

Right up until the very end!

it’s bittersweet

Moving away from angst!

He enjoys when his s/o manages to sneak into his office during work, as distracting as it can be, he appreciates their company.

Just don’t do it too often, he’s still got a job to do!

Also shh, he loves it when you sit in his lap while he’s doing paperwork

Even more so if you fall asleep.

Bonus!

While Grimm cannot be away from the troupe’s tent for too long

He thoroughly takes pleasure in sightseeing new places with you once the troupe settles down somewhere

If he weren’t tethered to the nightmare heart, his dream would be to travel the world with you.

#hollow knight x reader #troupe master grimm #x reader #grimm x reader #hollow knight #bonus bonus: He would burn anyone what treats his s/o with disrespect #;)

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starryoak · 5 years ago

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Hollow Knight x Reader Ideas

What I think would be funny would be to read X Reader stories where the Hollow Knight characters are life size... IE; tiny little bugs. Reader x Grimm where a tiny little vampire bug is attempting to romance you. Reader x Quirrel where you can fit the little roly poly in the palm of your hand. Come on, guys. You can’t tell me that doesn’t even appeal to you a little.

#hollow knight #hk #hk quirrel #hollow knight quirrel #quirrel #quirrel hollow knight #grimm #troupe master grimm #hk grimm #hollow knight grimm #x reader #fanfiction #my posts

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singing-wanderer · 3 years ago

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Hello! Is it possible for you to do yandere Grimm?

I’m gonna go with romantic Grimm, if that’s fine! If not, just send in another ask and I’ll get right on it =]

Romantic! Yandere Grimm x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, isolation and manipulation.

So we’re gonna stick with Ghost summoning the troop, and just say that you’re a bug that’s in Dirtmouth when it happens. Be it for a short while or living there, you’re there and you’ve piqued the troupe master’s interest. He watched you wander between the edge of the town and his tent, eyes delighted once you mustered up the courage to enter. One of the only bugs that had ever done that, besides the child of God and Void. To see someone finally step in, to look him in his eyes and accept a dance, well; it was enthralling.

Of course, you might not know that he means he wants to fight you until you’re being pelted by fire, but still. Finally, someone who might actually struggle against him. Although the void creature had died a few times to his hand, it was nothing compared to this. You had something to lose. You had a life to lose. And as much as he was tempted to whisk that flame away and create a nightmare of it, he saw to it you had mercy. The being watched your chest heave with exertion, a meager attempt to catch lost breath. A chuckle shook his chest, almost seem to purr as he closed the distance between the two of you. You could feel the hot air leaving his mouth, ghosting over your mask and shaking you to the core. Though your stance reminded solid, you were fearful. Fearful but determined. Oh, he was intrigued.

“My dear, I know I’ve shocked you with our…dance, but I do hope you return. I haven’t had a waltz like that in quite a long time. My tent shall always remain open to you, as my bedroom.” With a wink, the bat spun and vanished in fire. By Wyrm, what was it with that circus freak and fire? Was it a fetish or?? Shushing your mind, you rushed out and collapsed on the dirt a good distance from the haunted fuckery that was in that tent. Your muscles ached from the fight, and you had to admit: you felt the same. It had been a bit since you had been holed up in Dirtmouth, contemplating venturing down despite the old man’s warnings. There was an entire kingdom down there awaiting you, you just had to go! Everyday you refused yourself, your hand would flinch with the craving of violence or entertainment. Not much passed through this town excluding the dusty wind. (Maybe that’s where the towns name came from?)

A day or two after your fight, Elder Bug stopped coming out of his house. This had actually brought you some worry. Sure he was the only thing keeping you from going down but he still was sweet. Kindest person you had met honestly. Then the letters and dreams- no nightmares- had started. Deep red and flashing pink envelopes would slip into your home, the contents being truly disturbing. Tales of how Grimm had dreamed of you, how he had imagine your life together, and what he was willing to do to make it work. It was terrifying to read, the detailed descriptions he had given of the ways he’d torment all your friends until they’d leave you. Until they’d leave you with him. And how he’d take such good care of you, you’d never be lonely with him around because he’d never leave you alone. You tempted to burn them only to find they turned the fire pink before fading. Almost like a beacon to show him where your home was, despite you knowing deep down that info was already too familiar to him.

It felt like there was no other choice, that this was the only way. Stepping into that dreaded tent again, you felt your spine tingle with anxiety and your stomach weigh heavy in your own body. You almost felt like throwing up. Brumm nodded in solemn greeting, seemingly knowing the situation. Had Grimm done this to others? Had some other bug lived through the hell you’re going through? Knowing this a possibility, it made your blood feel electric. If someone else got through this so could you. “My dear, you’ve returned! How I’ve missed you. I’m assuming you received my letters? All written with love.” His pink eyes squinted towards the end, you could feel his smirk from this side of the room. Fucking theater kid. Of course he was cocky, these were his stomping grounds. It was uneven turf you were playing. The bat already had a fighting advantage, why not give him background knowledge of the terrain too? Even though you were pissed, your vision remained clear enough to notice there was no crowd this time. The stage lights shone onto empty seats, but you felt watched. Even the spirits have it out for you, hm.

“Are you worried by the lack of audience? Not to worry, it’s nothing about your performance. You performed more than exemplary, my love. As a matter of fact, too exemplary. I couldn’t let just any common filth watch you.” Annoyance ate at your nerves and clenched them. If he viewed his own people as common filth, then what the hell did he think of you? Some mystical being or average bug? The troupe leader probably thought of you as entertainment. That sums it perfectly up. The obsession with performance, with dancing. That had to be it. Well, if he wanted a show, he’d get one. You’d been in contact recently with some obsessive charm keeper, collected a couple of nasty things to use against him. Not to mention the recent refining of your skills. There was a pattern with his attacks, something that became obvious after examination. All of them were theatrical and were either dependent on horribly tracking your movement or just hoping to hit you. Weak once discovered, deadly if you fight mindlessly.

This dance went a little more smoothly, a little more feisty. Watching him suffer, after what he put you through, made you feel exhilarated. The edges of his now tattered cloak traced the ground, and he appeared weakened. Despite this however, that same damned smile came rushing back up. Your arms hung loosely by your side; tired. You were so tired. “Wonderful, wonderful! The way my blood rushes…not even the most frightful of nightmares compares to this!” Darkness grazed the corners of your eyes, so inviting. Maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with him after this. Maybe you’d wake up and he’d be gone, and you’d be alone again. “Oh? Resting so early are we? I mind not, I’ll take good care of you,” His voice lowered, “rest easy. I’ll be awaiting you in your dreams.”

Oddly enough, you slept great. Not even a vision or hint at that demonic presence of Grimm. Just memories of your home, places of peace. That lake you had visited, that shop with rain pelting the windows endlessly. It almost pained you to wake up, atop soft, red velvet pillows. You groaned, eyes blearily blinking and trying to shut again. But your mind screamed at you to get up, as your environment was completely different. Coaxing your upper half up you cased the room. This has got to be some sort of sick joke. That same demented red, that accursed flame, the Grimm Troupe Leader hanging from the ceiling and watching you. You stared back, finally realizing why he was so desperate for a second dance.

It was a trap. An endurance test. The freak probably wasn’t even hurt towards the end, not once did he truly stagger. He was wearing you down, waiting until you couldn’t feel your limbs from exhaustion and then pushing you further. A hand traced your face, thumb brushing across it.

“You’re finally home. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you, watching how you move. To see you in the motions of life is the most moving gift of all.”

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juniminabloom · 2 years ago

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If this sounds weird you don't have to do it o-o but I read the yandere nkg headcanons and just- ..can I request some more of that with either Grimm or nkg, maybe nsfw? (You don't have to include the NSFW if you don't want to. If you do: edging, overstimulation. And definitely marking. He strikes me as that)

I meant to also ask this in the previous headcanons request but I forgot (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) who's your favorite hollow knight character and what are you playing the game on? O.O

A/N: It’s not weird at all! I really love yandere content and I’m happy to write this! And I’m also super glad you liked my other yandere headcanons for NKG too! And feel free to request anything else! There are no limits and my requests are ALWAYS open! And for your questions, my favorite HK character is Grimm (preferably Troupe Master) and I play the game on Xbox! I hope you enjoy it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yandere! Troupe Master Grimm & Nightmare King Grimm Headcanons (+NSFW)

Troupe Master Grimm ~~~

Possessive, but not too possessive, unlike his other half.

During shows, he’ll announce how much he loves you and he’ll shower you with compliments, including how attractive you’re looking at the moment.

When you’re in a conversation with someone he doesn’t like, 85% of the time he’ll grab your arm and whisk you away.

Watches you sleep (sometimes).

Wouldn’t want to kill, but will severely injure for you.

Will keep you in bear hugs for as long as he can.

~NSFW WARNING~

(I have already made NSFW ABCs for him, if you want the link to that then I can send it to you via private chat, this goes for every other reader as well)

When in bed, he’ll use his cloak to tie you up so you cannot leave and so he can enjoy your helpless pleas. He’ll really just cuddle with you.

Marks everywhere. You’re his, remember?

When he hugs you from behind, sometimes he’ll try to slip a hand up your shirt.

Sometimes when you’re changing, he’ll hang on the ceiling to watch.

Sit on his lap with caution.

Nightmare King Grimm ~~~

(I already made yandere headcanons for him, a link is here, so I’ll just put NSFW headcanons here.)

~NSFW WARNING~

Keeps the “tango” going for as long as he wants. Tired? Suck it up. He gets what he wants.

When he wants you, he’ll get you. No is not an answer.

Leaves more marks than his other half would.

Sweet kisses all over your neck, and passionate kisses to the face.

He hides scarlet-red lingeries in your clothes sometimes.

When sleeping, you’ll sometimes feel a hand on your chest or crotch area. Warm.

Has the same NSFW traits as his other half too.

#troupe master grimm #troupe master grimm x reader #yandere #nightmare king grimm x reader #nightmare king grimm #hollow knight x reader #the hollow knight x reader

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melancholiadaydreams · 1 year ago

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Wistful (Troupe Master Grimm/reader)

Ao3

angst.

...

It was dusk, the stars were just barely shining, although [f/n] couldn't see, fog and clouds thickly blanketed the small desolate town of Dirtmouth.

The flame was lit by some little vessel, and their troupe headed the call, as per usual. It was not the [bug] 's first time, nor would it be their last.

The sounds from the tents were distant, [f/n] stood meters away, lost within their thoughts.

It had not been long ago.

When their troupe master pulled them aside.

They were surprised to hear the delicate confessions of a god, to truly see those scarlet eyes weighing heavy with the burden of the nightmare heart and the unfortunate responsibilities on his shoulders.

[f/n] found it even more surprising to find themself, that part they kept underneath their shell, returned those feelings.

They kept it private. Behind closed doors, it was the only way to preserve their images. Outside, his was the Troupe Master Grimm, and they were a simple performer in said troupe. His servant, so to speak.

It was temporary. Their relationship with him. It stung at first. Maybe it still did, but [f/n] wouldn't acknowledge that.

For they were all too aware he would leave.

And they would continue on, serving his kin. They would be loyal, catering to his every whim, just as they were to him.

Closing their eyes, their hand grasps at the mask they wear, claws press against it with gentleness they would never allow for themself.

They would continue to serve, for they are tied to this cursed troupe. The deal they had made for fear of death, they would perform. Forever.

Until the nightmare heart is—

[f/n] grits their teeth, pushing those feelings into the bottle they will remain until the end.

It mattered not.

There would be no happy end. No end to the cycle of agony they signed their soul away for.

They were used to that. Hiding away their feelings.

As a child, they would hide in their room, trying to block out the screaming and crying.

The wardrobe in the corner of their room was safe. It was thick and heavy, the clothes hung helped to block out the noise. They would sit in there, clothes piled on top of them as they closed the doors with only a crack so they could breathe.

It was demanded to hold those emotions away from those around them… and they let the emotional coward stay in the wardrobe. Perhaps it was a trauma response— to separate their feelings from their body, keeping it hidden in a safe space.

A voice they knew all too well called their name.

Their hand falls from their mask, blinking away any emotion they held in their eyes.

"Master Grimm," their voice was soft, keeping their tone level— detached from the bubbling feelings beneath their shell.

He stood tall, dwarfing them by his height.

A small part of them that hid behind the doors of their room found it attractive.

"Is something troubling you," Grimm's voice was calm as he would speak to any of his other performers.

If they allowed themself to be delusional for a moment, they would hear the underlying concern.

Their delusion almost broke their act.

They opened their mouth before closing it. They were outside those doors they confined those emotions in.

Shaking their head, they decide not to speak.

Their master, only outwardly so, didn't believe them.

"I care for every member of my troupe," their name was spoken in a softer tone than the rest of his sentence. He cleared his throat, "You may always come to me about any concerns you may have,"

"I am alright," they pause, their stomach churning at the lies they must always speak, "I was lost in thought, do not mind me, I will return,"

"A penny for your thoughts?"

"It would seem your kin will ascend to take your place soon,"

"Will that be an issue?"

Obviously, he meant nothing by the question.

They knew he meant no malice. His gentleness while in their room alone proved he would never harm them, never be angered.

…but they would never change. [f/n] would still step into that younger them. The one who would sleep in their closet, too afraid of everyone and every thought. The one who joined the troupe, forcing that scared child into that closet, locking it away. The [f/n] who stood devout to him, no unnecessary feelings they would allow themself.

"Of course not—" they spit out with speed, almost reeling at the possibility of offending him, "It was an observation, nothing more, nothing less,"

They look up, meeting his eyes, blinking at the genuine curiosity in those scarlet eyes they love so much.

They frown, "I will serve him, just as I have served you, my master,"

"I certainly hope not," his voice was low, leaning down to whisper to them.

They inhale sharply, "—just as I served you within the eyes of others," they corrected quietly,"

He nodded, standing straight once more, chuckling, "I was merely teasing,"

"Of course," [f/n] exhaled, their eyes drawing back to the small, run-down town.

…

"We must stop," Grimm spoke upon closing their door, "My time is near,"

[f/n] 's hands clutched the mask in their claws, looking at him from their spot on the bed,

"What?"

They watched him flinch at their quiet, vulnerable voice.

He raised his hand, gesturing to the two of them,

"We must…" he sighed, "I do not think this relationship should continue,"

"You… you're breaking up with me?" they asked, unable to stop the tremble of their voice, "Grimm—"

His scarlet eyes stopped them from continuing.

The warmth they felt with him dissipated.

They had never felt colder.

Never felt so… alone.

"I…" they had half a mind to set the mask aside before they broke it.

Eyes burned. They blinked, rolling their eyes.

He always managed to render them speechless.

The emotions belonged in the old wardrobe. They should have never let them out.

"My apologies," He whispered from his place by the door.

They noted through dulled senses he didn't take a step closer to them.

He would give in to his own emotions if he did. They were sure of it.

"I do not want you to leave,"

Even though they tried to shove those unnecessary feelings down, they sniffled, choking back their tears,

"I cannot handle you leaving me alone," they whisper.

It would seem the wardrobe could hold that part of them any longer.

"You will not be alone," he assures them, "My darl—" he clears his throat, "My loyal performer,"

"I may not be physically," they pause, " Master, " they take pleasure in his flinch.

Their claw digs into their chest, glaring at him, "But I will be alone here. For you have my heart,"

His sigh was shaky.

It was harder to break it off with them knowing he would be gone within the week— his flame consumed by his kin, as per the ritual.

"You have my soul," Grimm finally meets their eyes, tensing at the yearning, teary expression, "Should that not be enough?"

"Master," their voice broke, "It is," They hesitated,

"I can't have you— all of you… even though I do so desperately want it," they spoke their one want.

"Unfortunately, with our circumstances, it is not possible for you to have all of my soul,"

Tears poured from their eyes, a sob erupting from them.

He stood over them, pulling their head into his chest, "I truly wish it was different—"

"I know you do!" they cry out, "And that's what makes it so fucking hard,"

Scarlet eyes looked out the window of the 'tent', his claws tracing patterns into their shell,

"I'm sorry ," He was; he did not ask for this. He did not ask to break their heart, "I'm so sorry, my beloved, "

,,,

Baring their mask with vertical black lines over their eyes, they walk silently out of their room.

Practice was in full swing, they heard the loud instruments as they neared the large tent.

They slipped into the tent, moving towards Divine,

"My apologies," they were late.

Hopefully, the troupe master wasn't too upset. Not that he would be, it was more likely their fellow members that would be mad.

She waved them off, telling them it was alright.

With softened eyes, [f/n] watched his kin spread his wings, singing along to his songs. Performing just as extraordinary— if not more incredible.

They may be swayed by maternal love, though. [f/n] truly loved him as if he was their own… what he would have wanted.

The current Grimm, he was older, growing up in the image of their lover.

Divine gave them knowing eyes, knowing where their thoughts lay, and she motioned them to adhere to their role.

Nodding, they quietly assisted their troupe practice. Wherever one needed them, they were there. Mind shut off, and no thoughts outside of their peers.

It wasn't until their door was locked and they were alone that they would allow emotions to seep out.

Their mask is set aside, they face away from it. Unable to look at it without the image of him .

Oh, how his kin grew up, a brilliant scarlet flame.

Heart weighed heavy at the pride he would feel.

Grimm tucked his kin into his arm, cooing softly at the sleeping baby.

"He will grow up strong, undoubtedly," [f/n] whispered, leaning into his side, watching the small one's face, "You will be proud,"

"He is my own," He nodded, "I will be proud of him, no matter who he becomes,"

"We all will,"

Pulling a hand away from his kin, he settles his claw on their waist, "Promise me you will raise him,"

Tears pricked at their eyes, nodding, "Of course," they gently ran their thumb over his kin's cheek, "I will treasure him until I die,"

They felt the phantom of his embrace as they curled in their bed.

Sometimes— it would become unbearable to sleep in that bed. They would slip into the wardrobe, one door cracked just a bit open, just as they would when they were nothing but a child.

The pain they felt as they remembered his stories of performances from before they joined kept them tied to reality. The feelings they once felt when it was just the two behind closed doors hurt to think about.

[f/n] would tell the young troupe master stories of his father about the remarkable bug he was.

He was their lover's kin, not that the toupe master would know.

While in their room, when the young bug would cry to them, they would tell him of the gentle person his father was.

The part of them they hid away would see him still.

As they held his kin, they imagined he would be standing there with that soft look.

He was gone now.

And they are still here.

#gender neutral reader #troupe master grimm x reader #x reader #hollow knight x reader

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juniminabloom · 2 years ago

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Hey! I saw you in my tags with Follow My Lead and firstly might I say IT IS SO SWEET AND CUTE I LOVE IT!!

And secondly. If requests are open, can I see what your dating head canons for Grimm are?

A/N: Oh my goodness, it’s been like over a month since my announcement that I would write for Hollow Knight, AND THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST!! THANK YOU!! And feel free to request whatever else you want! There are no limits. My requests are ALWAYS open too! <3 (This may contain slight foreshadowing for Follow My Lead.) Enjoy!!

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(Troupe Master) Grimm- General Dating Headcanons

This man

There’s so much I could list about him

First of all, he is a very protective bug. Whether it’s from any attackers or a crowd making you uncomfortable, he is there and will have your back and put himself in front of the danger.

With that, he is also a bug that can get pretty jealous; especially at Brumm. He’s a sweet bug, and he’s your best friend here, and Grimm doesn’t like that too much. Brumm and Grimm have an… odd relationship. Whenever Grimm catches you with Brumm, he’ll try his best to steal your attention and have you all to himself.

He has a list of nicknames for you, including dear, honey, hun, darling, lovely, and in more “romantic” themes, My Queen.

He loves to walk with you in the City of Tears. After all, it’s where you first met.

Even with his tough and flamboyant exterior, he’s just like a little child in your arms, and he’s so sweet and affectionate towards you. He’ll shower you with compliments all day long, and will never, ever try to hurt you.

If it’s one of those days where you’re in a state of dysphoria, he’ll tell you about all the wonderful memories you two have made and how much he enjoys them, and will give you reassuring words to help get you in the right state of mind.

When Grimm is performing, he has a specially reserved front-row seat just for you. Only his lover deserves the best view.

This man drinks (alcohol). He likes it more if you drink with him. Whatever drink you want, he’ll get. And if you don’t drink, then he’ll tell you to play pretend- like you’re at a tea party.

He LOVES to dance with you. Usually, a waltz where the two of you gracefully slide across the floor, but sometimes, he likes something more fun, like a samba.

He’s not much of a singer, but can sing.

And lastly, his love language is more of compliments and gifts, but he adores it when you hold him. He does love holding you too.

#troupe master grimm #hollow knight grimm #grimm #Grimm GDH #hollow knight #hollow knight x reader #troupe master grimm x reader #grimm x reader

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juniminabloom · 2 years ago

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Follow My Lead: Troupe Master Grimm x Human Reader- Part 5

A/N: Finally got the 5th chapter out! Had a bit of writer’s block for this story, but those requests really helped me out! I really appreciate all the requests you two have sent me, thank you so much!! And I do remember, @keegansakura, I’ll be tagging you from now on! Thank you for the support and requests too <3 I hope you all enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I- I feel a strange connection to you, I feel- what was it…- love. Towards you. I love you.”

The blush on his face grows even deeper, and he shrouds his face in his cloak. He looks like he is shaking. Tiny tears prick at the corners of his eyes- he looked scared. Scared of? You didn’t know.

“Grimm, I think I feel the same way.” You smile and comfort him, placing your hand on his cheek and gently stroking it. He calms down a bit, “You do..?” “I do. I don’t think I can help it.” “Oh, Y/N!” He sweeps you off your feet into a beautiful, big bear hug. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, squeezing you tighter. “I’ve fallen so hard for you.. I can’t believe it. I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same, no other bug, (or human in that matter) has ever made me feel such a way,” He whispers. “I wouldn’t know.”

He backs up, and holds your hands, staring deeply into your eyes. His cheeks flash pink again, and he asks, “May I..? You nod.

He drops your hands and places his on your jawline, bringing you into a passionate kiss. Rough, sweet, and mesmerizing. He makes it last for at least a minute before pulling away, both of your faces a red-hot mess. His eyes twinkle with love and amazement, once again meeting your gaze.

“That was-” “That was magnificent.”

He buries his face again into your neck, rubbing against it. Little touch-starved baby. You wrap your arms around him for a gentle hug. After a few seconds, you slowly move him to a bench close by. He practically melts into you, like a sleepy kitten. And that’s exactly what he does- he falls asleep. You stroke his horns while he rests his head on your chest, his arms around your torso, and the rain seemed to fall a bit slower. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt so much love and joy.

While Grimm was sleeping, you let yourself sleep too, the two of you cuddling for hours. ~~~

You woke up with a pain in your neck, and Grimm now resting his head on your lap. He looked so precious, so peaceful, but you were tired of sitting on the bench: you wanted to go for a walk.

Gently, you laid Grimms body down on the bench, and quietly walked away to not wake him.

The place looked the same as ever, dreary and wet, but you now felt different about it. It didn’t feel so much like a mystery, no, that’s been solved- it almost felt like some heaven. And Grimm was the angel, you the poor sinner. He saw it the other way around.

You felt a dash of warmth behind you, and two arms slithering their way around your waist. “Why did you leave? I had woken up, and you weren’t there. I was worried, why? “Oh Grimm, I was tired. So I went on a walk, but I didn’t wake you since you looked so peaceful. I’m sorry.” “Then next time, wake me. I wouldn’t be mad. And I have a question to ask.” “What is it?”

“Would you move in? I wouldn’t stand for you spending any more nights- or days- in this place. We’re both sopping wet. Would you? We’d be closer as well…” He mumbled the last part.

“YES! Uh, yes! I’d love to. I don’t want to be out here anymore, but I’d still love to walk and talk.”

“Then hold on!”

He took your hands and in the blink of an eye, you were in some sort of tent. It looked like a bedroom, and not entirely as tent-like as you would think. It looked more like an observatory, but with no windows. There was a bed with fine silk sheets, big enough for two people. “A king needs his beauty sleep.” He laughed. Suddenly, you heard the flap of a tent opening, and the small jingle of an accordion. You heard a voice call out: “Hello? Master, are you in there?”

Grimm quickly placed a hand over your mouth and ushered you to hide next to the bed. “Yes Brumm, what do you want?” He replied with a groan.

Footsteps approached the area with the jingling accordion getting louder. You could see the figure now: He had a large, fluffy red ring around his neck, and a mask like the Grimmkin in the crowd. There were also small horns atop his head, and his arms were striped with a grey-ish beige and black. The accordion was really something that looked like a maggot. He did look like a sweet fellow, and Grimm didn’t seem to look at him the same.

You tried to get a better look at him, but you hit your shoulder on the side of the bed, making you yelp. You quickly put your hand over your mouth, hoping they didn’t hear- but it was too late. Brumm was gazing over at you, and Grimm was glaring at Brumm. He blushed. “Oh my goodness…”

#hollow knight #hollow knight grimm #grimm #grimm troupe #Troupe Master Grimm #troupe master grimm x reader #hollow knight x reader

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juniminabloom · 2 years ago

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Follow My Lead: Troupe Master Grimm x Human Reader- Part 6

A/N: Chapter 6 is rolling in! I’m super happy with how it came out, and I hope you guys enjoy it! And as I remembered, here you go @keegansakura! ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Brumm continued to gawk at you, the color underneath his mask turning redder by the second. Grimm was enraged, his face growing redder too, but with fury.

“GET OUT!”

Brumm scurried away.

Grimm stepped over and crouched, rubbing his hand on your shoulder. “Are you alright?” He asked. “Does it still hurt?” “No Grimm, I’m fine. But what was that outburst you had?” You chuckled. “Well, to put it simply, Brumm and I aren’t on the best terms, but he does his job and gets rewarded for it.”

He paused. “But I can feel that something happened when he saw you.”

“Grimm, it’s alright. There’s no need to worry, he’s probably just shocked that a human is in this world, I’m sure he’s never seen a human before.” You smiled. He nodded and picked you up from your spot on the floor. He placed you down on the bed and tugged on the covers to put them over you. Once he did, he got under them too and cuddled close. “I’m quite tired, Y/N. I want you to rest here too.”

You obliged.

But unbeknownst to you two, Brumm had never left the area- he was outside the tent eavesdropping. ‘What is Master doing with the human?’ He thought. ‘Is he helping them out or… or is there something more?’

He scampered to his own little tent and began writing in a journal:

I saw a human in Hallownest today! It was very pretty. I don’t know how they got here, but Master seems to like them. He got mad when I began to stare- furious, even. He yelled at me to leave, but I listened in to their conversation, and the human was right. I have never seen a human (until them). But then I heard Grimm say something like, ‘I’m tired and you should rest with me.’ There was no sound after that. The human just won’t leave my mind though. Something about them is just better and different than any bug I’ve seen down here. I’m quite fond of the feeling.

He closed the journal and laid on his own smaller, less luxurious bed. But sleep wouldn’t visit him that night. That human would keep him awake.

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Small beams of light began to shine through the roof of the tent, waking you up. Grimm was still asleep though, his arms around your waist like you were a stuffed animal. “Grimm?” You whispered. No response. Just soft snores. “Grimm, are you gonna wake up?” “Mmm… not yet…” And he held you closer, preventing you from leaving. You giggled, and rested your eyes once again.

Soon enough, the familiar jingle of an accordion broke the silence. “Master!” Brumm shouted, outside the tent. “It’s time to practice! We have a performance tomorrow night!” Grimm stirred and sat up with the same glare he had yesterday. “Yes Brumm, I’m up.” He shouted back. “Let me get ready then. Leave me at once!”

He allowed you to wait outside of the tent if you wanted, but with one condition. “Do not talk to Brumm”. It sounded ridiculous; he seemed like a nice guy!

But you didn’t want to anger him, especially after the outburst he had with your first ‘meeting.’

So, you waited outside and looked around: bright red lights casted an eerie glow, and the place didn’t look as nice as the City of Tears, but it had some sort of home-ish aura.

And not long later, you heard small footsteps and Brumm was standing in front of you.

“O-oh, hello! You’re t-that human, right?” He spoke. “I just wanted to say hello, Master ushered me out when I was s-staring- I’m sorry for staring too!”

He was so cute!

“Aww! It’s alright, and hi! I’m Y/N. But I hate to break it to you, Grimm doesn’t want me talking to you- he says you guys aren’t on the best terms. I’m sorry, and I wish I could talk longer!”

“Oh…” He pressed his fingers together. “Well, we’re outside his tent. He might hear us. Here, come into mine. I want to get to know you!”

Hmm, the rule was ridiculous anyway.

“Okay! Lead the way, Brumm!”

He held his hand out to you, and you playfully took it. From real first impressions, he acted so sweet and cute! Once you held it, he started pulling you in the direction of where his tent must be.

He pulled up a little stool and motioned for you to sit, then flopped onto the bed and sat with his legs criss-crossed. “How did you end up here?”

“It’s hard to explain. I just, well, woke up here. I thought it was a dream but Grimm said it was all real.” “So you knew Master when you first arrived?” “Sort of? I mean I sat down on a bench maybe after hours of walking, and he showed up like five minutes later.” “How was he?” “Really nice! He took me to one of his shows and we grew closer for weeks after that. But it seems like you want to know more about my relationship with Grimm than myself-” “Oh! I’m sorry. I don’t really know what to ask now that I know why you’re here.” “Awh! That’s okay. But I think Grimm should be finished now, so I’ll be on- “Y/N!”

Grimm stormed through the tent flaps, his eyes glowing with rage. You had done the very thing he told you not to- you talked with Brumm. “Grimm!” “Master!”

He grabbed your wrist forcefully and dragged you away. “Grimm, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please let go!” You shouted. But he didn’t. ~~~

“What were you thinking!?” “He seemed nice! Your rule was ridiculous! Why won’t you let me talk to him!?”

“I don’t want to lose you, okay!?”

He was breathing heavily with tears at the corners of his eyes. He just stood there, waiting for a response. “I don’t want to lose you… I saw the way he looked at you.”

He wiped his tears away and brought you into a hug. “Please…” “Grimm, you aren’t gonna lose me.” “Unexpected things happen.” ... “Can I please at least be friends? You’re the only one I love.”

He thought about it for a moment, then smiled. “Alright, I’m the only one you love, right?”

“I just said that!”

And he kissed you, grinning as he did.

#hollow knight #hollow knight grimm #Grimm #grimm troupe #Troupe Master Grimm #troupe master grimm x reader #hollow knight x reader

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melancholiadaydreams · 1 year ago

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Songs and Love (Troupe Master Grimm/reader)

Ao3

modern au, fluff.

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A yawn escapes the [bug] as they stretch.

It had been an exhausting day at work. Between annoying coworkers, mainly a bug named Zote, and irritating customers, they just wanted to slip into bed and fall asleep with their beloved.

[f/n] presses the elevator button, bobbing their head to the song playing from their earbuds.

They couldn't help but let their mind wander to their lover, Grimm.

He was a busy man, a theater director of sorts— although he also acted in the performances he would put on.

A smile forms on the bug's face, 'he was truly a star,'

They shift awkwardly into the elevator, it was crowded today, but that was fine.

The day was long, the people irritating, but it all dissipated while they lay in his arm.

And knowing him, today was one of the days he would be home, working away on the latest script, writing notes on how to improve the acts further.

"I'm home!" [f/n] called out, stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind them.

Frowning at the darkness and lack of response, it seemed he had not yet made it home.

"Oh well," they sigh, slipping their coat off and hanging it up.

A cup of coffee would suffice until he arrived.

With a shake of their head, they hang their keys and put their bag away, making their way into the kitchen.

By habit, they grab two mugs while preparing the coffee maker.

"A hopeless romantic all my life," they sang quietly along with the music in their ears. "Surrounded by couples all the time,"

They lean against the counter, swaying their head to beat, "I guess I should take it as a sign,"

This song, much like other romantic tunes, reminded them of him. This one in particular always drew their thoughts to when they first met.

The night was quiet. The rain poured over their form as they tapped their foot to the beat.

They sang into the rain, not minding how their clothes were soaked nor how they may fall ill from the chill.

"Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real—" they continued, whisked away by the idea of someone who lives only in their fantasy,

The rain stops, pulling them from their daydreams.

Their head tilted up, meeting a pair of scarlet eyes looking down at them curiously,

"You have a wonderful voice," He spoke, his voice deep and a tad rough.

"Oh my!" They yelped, pulling their arms to their chest defensively.

He chuckles, leaning slightly, "Apologies, dear, I did not mean to frighten you,"

It was almost love at first sight for them.

If it had been in daylight, and had he not towered over their spot on the bench.

Their body was tense, their eyes staring up at him, unable to move. He appeared to bare a mask, horns that curved backward, with a black stripe above and below each eye.

He noticed, clearing his throat nervously, "I do not wish to disturb you." he looked them over, "Your voice, it is rather pleasant to the ears,"

Their body did not relax, causing his nerves to rise, "My name is Grimm," He introduced himself as if it would calm them.

[f/n] nodded, blinking at him.

Heat radiated from him, and they realized how cold the night was.

"[f/n]," they spoke their name.

He seemed harmless. Albeit his height and appearance were a tad scary.

The beep of the coffee maker pulled them from their mind, and they grabbed the pot and poured their cup.

They froze, about to pour the second cup.

Shaking their head, they placed the bot back. He wasn't home yet— it would be cold by the time he arrived… probably.

The bug settled onto the couch, curling into the side, staring out the window.

It was raining, as it often did. The city was often referred to as the City of Tears for a reason.

Closing their eyes, they sipped the hot beverage with a sigh.

Even if he weren't home now, he would be before too long, and finally, they could rest in his embrace.

Good things come to those who wait.

Tugging the earbuds from their ears, they connect their phone to their speakers, smiling as the music flows through the apartment.

They pull the blanket folded beside them, covering their body.

The rain and music lulled them into their thoughts once more.

"I'm home, beloved," his voice called from the entrance, the door closing just as quietly as he opened it.

[f/n] 's eyes closed, lost within the lyrics.

"Darling?"

They jumped at his voice, looking toward him,

"I've brought dinner," He raised a plastic bag, their favorite restaurant's logo on the bag.

[f/n] perked up, pushing the blanket off of them, standing, "Oh, my Grimm, you shouldn't have," a smile on their lips as they pulled him down by his shirt's collar, kissing him gently, "I appreciate it, my dear,"

His eyes were soft, nodding, "I'm sorry I'm late. I hope I did not upset you,"

They shook their head, taking the bag from his hand, "It's alright, you are home now. That is all that matters to me,"

He pulls his cloak off, moving to hang it up, "How was your day, darling?"

They sighed, shaking their head, opening the first takeout box, "I want to commit murder,"

"That one pesky coworker again?"

"I just don't get how someone that useless can be so arrogant," they melt into his embrace as Grimm wraps his arms around them, "I do not understand how he still has a job here— I mean, Tiso was fired for snapping at a customer!"

He listened to them, watching them grab the plastic forks from the bag.

"Here," they held a fork up to him, "—I just…" they groaned, "He might be the reason I walk out. I cannot handle his bs anymore,"

"You deserve better," He agrees. And he means it. Grimm wants nothing but the best for his lover.

They nod, taking a bite of their food, "I… don't know what I want to pursue. This job pays well— rather, I get a load of tips— and I can't just leave without a plan,"

He wants to interject, to say he could pay for everything and buy them everything they want. But he doesn't; instead, he agrees, unwrapping himself from them to eat.

Grimm knows the need to have a place. To not work, it would eat away at him as well.

"I would offer you a spot within my troupe." He trails off, taking a bite of his food.

[f/n] shrugged, "I know. I… do not feel comfortable with singing in front of that many people,"

"I understand, dearest,"

Although the pair may disagree regarding their voice, he wouldn't force them into anything they were uncomfortable with.

He loved his performances. They knew that.

Big theatrical works, his starring roles. He was made for the silver screens, so to speak.

They would support him, no matter the endeavor.

"I'm sorry," [f/n] tilted their head, "I haven't asked you how your day was,"

He sighed, "It went well,"

"that doesn't sound like it,"

"Our show is on Friday, yet for some reason, my troupe can't focus on their acts—" Another heavy sigh leaves him, "The choreography needs adjustments, as some issues have been brought to my attention,"

Reaching out, they rub his arm, nodding, "oh dear," they pause, "If it puts your mind at ease, I'm sure everything will come together before the shows,"

"It always does," he speaks after a moment, "I don't believe that I have heard this song,"

They hummed, remembering that their music was still on, "Oh… um, it Golden Hour by… Jvke,"

He nodded, humming in response.

"I can turn it off if you would like,"

Shaking his head, he speaks, "No, it's alright. You like this song, do you not?"

"I do," they smile, leaning against him, "Do you have any work you must finish before bed?"

"Nothing that cannot wait until the morning,"

[f/n] continued eating, the pair listening to the quiet music playing.

"I don't need no light to see you," [f/n] sang along, "Shine,~"

Grimm's free hand curled around their waist, listening to them,

"It's your golden hour,~" their voice was breathy, looking up into his scarlet eyes,

"I love you, darling," He whispered, matching their volume, bumping his head against theirs, "You have such a stunning voice,"

Giggling, they close their eyes, "I love you too, Grimm,"

The rain outside, pouring against their apartment, the music, Grimm holding onto them as they ate their favorite food from their favorite restaurant— the hectic day they had long melted away as they enjoyed their lover's presence.

…

[f/n] threw the bag of wrappers and plastic utensils into the trash, listening to Grimm pour them both a glass of wine, humming along.

"I think I'll take my leftovers for lunch tomorrow," They say to him, placing the box into the fridge,

He nods, holding their glass out, "Some wine to calm your nerves?"

"As if I would deny," they wink at him, "Oh, my favorite song is coming up,"

Their hands join together, moving back to the living room once more,

"Perhaps it is time to mix more music in this playlist," Grimm teases them, "Especially if you know when what song is coming up,"

"Please," they roll their eyes, "You listen to the same songs on repeat for months at a time,"

He huffs in mock irritation, a smile on his face, and sipped his wine,

In slow sips, the pair remain standing in the middle of the room, waiting for the next song.

Once the one playing drew to its end, [f/n] took their glasses, placed them on the coffee table,

"How about a performance for just our eyes,"

"You know I could never deny a request like that," His hand returned to their waist.

[f/n] placed their hand against his cheek, a small smile dancing on their face, "My feet are aching," they sang quietly, "And your back is pretty tired,"

His gaze was soft, staring into their eyes, "Your voice is lovely, my dear,"

They giggled, "Thank you, love,"

They closed their eyes, tilting their head to his, "The papers say it's doomsday,"

"The button has been pressed," Grimm joined them, keeping his singing to a whisper, content on listening to them, "We're gonna nuke each other up, boys,"

They gasped lightly as he pulled them closer to them, his claws firmly against the small of their back,

"Grimm," they gave an airy laugh, their hand trailing down his back, "I can't sing when you look at me like that,"

"I cannot help it. You are simply extraordinary,"

Whining, [f/n] turned their head away from him, their face red, "Please,"

He chuckled, his grip on their back tightened, "Oh dear," his voice was low and teasing, "Don't you know better than to look away from me,"

They rolled their eyes, their smile still present on their face, "Don't look at me like that—"

Grimm leaned down, burying his face into their shoulder, causing them to squeak,

"Grimm!"

"Love," he whispers back, an echo of their whiny tone, "You are so dramatic,~"

They wiggle in his hold, laughing, "Grimm, if anyone is dramatic— it's you,"

He sighs, shaking his head against them, "You wound me so beloved,"

They hummed, their fingers tapping against his back in rhythm to the song on their speaker.

"I love you regardless of your drama, my king,"

"And I love you,"

They closed their eyes, rubbing their head against his horn, "And here it is, our final night alive," they continued, not mentioning the clear purring from their beloved, "And as the Earth burns to the ground,"

"Oh, boy, it's you that I lie with," his voice muffled from their shirt, joining them once more in the song, swaying them to the music.

"As the atom bomb locks in,"

"Oh, boy, it's you I watch TV with,"

A night with their lover, even if spent singing about the end of the world, was a dream come true to them,

"As the world, as the world caves in,"

If they had the choice, they would gladly live like this each and every day until they perished.

#Hollow knight x reader #Troupe master grimm x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader

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