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Overwhelming peppermint. It was the first thing the lazy Arrancar noticed as the voice stirred him from slumber. The bed was so warm though, and his muscles was rather sore from getting back into shape After a few years in the cell.

Yet Grimmjow did pull himself up, wondering what the cub had gotten into and hoping he could get the jump on his mate and make something to eat-- maybe Simba could help. By help Grimmjow knew full well it would be getting under his feet.

The blue haired hollow took one look at the open bathroom door and knew something horrible had happened. Taking tentative steps, Grimmjow peered around the corner of the door into the foam covered tiled mess and sighed. “I love th’ thing... I love th’ thing...” Those four words becoming a mantra as he flicked the light off and closed the door.

Grimmjow knew the cub was out back in the yard, somewhere safe that hopefully he wasn’t getting attacked by other animals thinking he was sick or something with all the foam he’d seen in the bathroom.

On his way out he flicked the coffee maker on and pushed his hair out of his face, feet padding loudly on the wooden deck of the house. “Oi kid, what’d ya do ta th’ bathroom?”

Simba had been rather quiet since he’d woken up all while working on a project in the bathroom and by the time he’d emerged, there was toothpaste all over one side of his face, paws, and of course, the bathroom floor. “I’m gonna go outside but I’ll be back later!” The cub called back to Axel and Grimmjow as he slipped through the large dog door with ease. 

The backyard was the perfect place to practice his hunting skills no matter how poor they were besides pouncing. Birds, squirrels, and bugs resided here which meant that they were all easy prey. But what caught his attention was a rabbit out of the corner of his eye grazing on grass. 

Perfect. 

Dropping to a crouch, the golden cub slunk towards his prey, the cat soon in pursuit of the smaller mammal until he hit the stupid fence that barred the cub to the confines of the area of the house. Simba winced as he stumbled back rubbing his forehead with a paw since it had been head-on.

“Ugh! Why didn’t this work? It should have…” 

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grimmjow had always been the tough one – the strong one. never wanting to seem weak in front of axel though, for what reasons, the redhead didn’t know. he always seemed so… unbreakable. grimmjow could have had the weight of the world on his shoulders and pretended everything was okay just so axel wouldn’t worry about him. 

at the start of their relationship, axel had found it to be an admirable quality. lea had never been able to do that, feeling things too intensely and most times was unable to really keep a check on his emotions. so when he lost his heart and yet somehow still felt… something – it was grimmjow’s display of ‘ nothing can fuckin’ hurt me ‘ that caught his attention.

but now, after all this time axel sees it for what it really is. a burden – a total sense of discomfort with one’s self, with their emotions. fear of being ridiculed for feeling anything at all was what had held grimmjow back and now that axel sees that, he understands. he wants grimmjow to know that he’ll never judge him for expressing himself, for feeling anything good or bad but the words won’t come out.

he presses another kiss to grimmjow’s cheek before his mate leans back, the urge to pull him closer again almost overwhelming, but axel manages to keep a hold of himself. there’s a small noise that escapes him when grimmjow licks the corner of his mouth, a smile forming in amusement quickly turning into a soft smile with eyes closed as grimmjow moves close again.

this is the most content axel has felt in a long time and he’s hard-pressed to let it go – to let grimmjow go in fear that this is just a dream.

“ in time. “ because for as happy as he is that his mate is back, his mate is alive and here in his arms right now – there’s still some resentment. grimmjow hadn’t left on purpose, axel knows that at least, but he still disappeared without warning and that had obviously taken a toll on the two of them. the trust between them would have to be rebuilt, grimmjow would have to prove that his words weren’t just empty promises – that he meant it when he said he wouldn’t leave again. 

there was so much to talk about, so many questions that needed answers. but that could all wait. for now, axel was just happy grimmjow was here. that was all that mattered to him right now.

“ for now… let me take care of ya, grimm. please. “ he said, motioning over to the pond, his boots and jacket still laying right where he left them. “ let’s get ya cleaned up a little. “

It was then he realized the amount of blood. That his head wasn’t clotting as fast as it should and that maybe something was slightly more off than it had been before. Yet he wasn’t too worried because just having the red head there made everything hurt less.

Hell, if Grimmjow really had to he could probably get back up and fight some more. Not like he was planning on it or would want to. But having Axel there made it feel like it was a possibility.

Grimmjow nod his head and started trying to get up off his mate, to untangle their limbs despite his being a little shaky. “Tha’ might be a good idea. Don’ really know how long’s been.” For so many things. Since he’d seen Axel and Simba, since he’d eaten anything let alone a spirit, since he’d started bleeding.

The Arrancar got himself standing and realized how shaky his legs were, that he was panting and that just maybe he couldn’t move very far on his own. “Uh, may not be th’ best at movin’ babe..”

It felt like it took all his energy to keep his feet under him as he just stood there. Trying to give Axel a little time to get back on his feet as well to hopefully help out.

As he let himself look around, Grimmjow tried to remember the last few minutes, or hours. How he’d been leaned up against a rock and how he thought he saw a little golden smudge in the grass behind him. And now that Axel was here without the kid he was a little worried, didn’t Axel keep the kid pretty close?

“Hey Ax... where’s th’ Thing?” Hoping his mate still remembered the odd pet name for the lion cub.

#v;AsYouAre #igniisaeternum #//I've missed the boys!!

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it’s the most emotionally raw he’s ever seen grimmjow and witnessing his mate cry hurt – really, truly hurt. he felt it deep in his soul – his mate’s pain and sadness, felt the tug in his chest, the aching pain that hasn’t left him in three long years.

he wants to take away all of grimmjow’s pain, wants to never see him like this. seeing someone who was always so strong break down like this was heartbreaking. “ hey, ya won’t lose me. i’m not goin’ anywhere - m’ right here, grimmjow. m’ here with ya. “ his eyes close, trying to blink back the tears that just won’t leave before pressing their foreheads together.

“ m’ here, grimm. yer okay now – it’s okay. “

lips press against grimmjow’s cheek, his hollow mask, his forehead and then his nose. axel’s shaking, he realizes as he looks at his hands that are cradling his mate’s face with trembling hands. everything’s so overwhelming right now, it’s so much to process all at once. 

“ look at me – yer okay. i love ya an’ i ain’t goin’ anywhere. i love ya– “ he kisses grimmjow softly, uncaring of their tears mixed in, uncaring of anything that isn’t his mate, his love. 

his heart.

“ it’s gonna be okay– “

He nod his head, fingers gripping his mate slightly tighter. Uncaring of the fact he was crying. The hollow who once thought it impossible to cry, to have emotions let alone show them to another. Axel deserved to see, to understand that it wasn’t just him needing Grimmjow, but Grimmjow needing his love as much.

Despite a small amount of panic from the burst of tears, the red heads words did calm the arrancar. Allowing him to take a few breaths as he was given small kisses, taking each with a slightly slower and deeper breath.

Such a new feeling, allowing another to care for him. To see him so vulnerable and to not be mocked, to not be cut down for weakness. It felt right to allow Axel to calm him, to put that little piece of his soul back into place so he just felt RIGHT again.

Axel was right though, they were together again and it would be okay. Grimmjow obviously had to explain what happened, explain that he hadn’t just walked off for a long time. The hollow would have to prove to his mate that he was still worthy, still able to love him and give him the affection he needed.

Most of all, Grimmjow felt he had to show his mate stability. Something he hadn’t shown before.

Finally able to breathe deeply Grimmjow leaned back ever so slightly, realizing he’s covered Axel’s hands and face in blood. Not much thought went into his action of turning to lick the small speck off the corner of his mates lips, nose pushing towards his ear for just a moment to rub the other with his cheek, trying to signal he was going to be okay.

“I missed ya. An’ I hope ya can fergive me..” He paused for a moment, trying to put the emotions he was feeling together to guess how his mate felt.

“In time...”

#v;AsYouAre #igniisaeternum #//Such children. Much feels

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m’ not gon’ leave. yer my mate.

there’s a thought gnawing away in the back of his mind telling him grimmjow will leave again. he’s left so many times before, never this long but always taking the happiness he brought with him. axel had always hated it when grimmjow left, never liked being away from his mate for too long. he’d gone along with it because grimmjow needed that time to himself – it’s the only reason axel had put up with it in the first place. but after almost three long years axel wasn’t sure he could deal with again – he needed that reassurance, needed to know that grimmjow would stay this time and that if he left, axel was going with him.

wherever you go, i go.

axel finds himself relaxing for the first time in a long time, the familiar scent of his mate and knowing that grimmjow was in his arms once more was enough calm him down, if only a little. axel pulls back a little so that he can look at grimmjow properly this time, his bare hands moving to cradle his mate’s face gently. grimmjow looks a little worse for wear, exhausted and beaten down, blood on his face and bruises already starting to form – axel can tend to him in a second, he just needs a few more minutes of this – of having grimmjow this close.

“ –promise? “

his thumb brushes against grimmjow’s cheek, emerald eyes staring up at the man he loves, trying to commit it to memory. he doesn’t even want to forget what grimmjow looks like again, tries to memorize every little feature so that he never forgets again. even looking as beat up as grimmjow does now, he’s still the most beautiful man axel’s ever seen.

he manages a smile, wiping the stray tears from grimmjow’s face as gently as he can. it occurs to axel that he’s never seen grimmjow cry before – it’s not something he ever wants to see again. “ i love ya, grimm– “ four words that were rarely said even when they were together but even after all this time they still ring true. 

they could talk it all out later. the anger, the broken trust – all of it could wait. he needs his mate to know just how much he matters, grimmjow needs to know that axel cares.

“ we never fuckin’ said it and i hate that – i fuckin’ love ya. “

He didn’t want the other to pull back, his arms tightening ever so slightly but allowing the other movement. Meaning every word he’d said, he would never leave Axel again-- didn’t want to. He could live without hunting, he could live without ever being more than arms reach from his mate ever again.

Tears didn’t bother him as he got to look into those perfect eyes, his own darting back and forth, trying his best to give Axel the emotion he was feeling.

It had never occured to him they’d never said the words. So much more had been done that the hollow had figured that those were just words, sounds, but that’s what his mate needed. Axel needed Grimmjow to say those words and without hesitation the blue haired hollow leaned into the touch on his cheek for the familiar warmth.

“’m sorry I din’ say it b’fore..” He turned his head slightly to press a kiss to his mates palm. “I love ya Axel. Yer my whole fuckin’ world.” Even more than that. Axel was his reason, the driving force behind him wanting to leave Hueco Mundo, the driving force for bringing him back from that horrible trap he’d been in.

Grimmjow would be the first to admit that the words themselves sounded foreign on his tongue. But they were as true as the sun shining above them and the whirlpool behind them.

“I din’ ever mean ta leave ya. An’ I never will ‘gain.” His voice rough, tears now making his voice rougher than it had been. “Please Axel.. ya gotta-- I jus’-- I can’t lose ya...” tears beginning to steak down his cheeks, mixing with the blood he no longer cared about.

“I din’ mean ta not come back... I need ya.. I love ya.”

#v;AsYouAre #igniisaeternum #//crying mun in the corner

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he’s here.

he’s real.

he’s REAL—

the weight on top of him was nothing compared to the heaviness he’d felt for the past few years. years axel had spent searching, grieving over the one person that mattered the most to him. countless nights axel had spent awake, unable to sleep without his mate next to him, unable to function because he was so lost inside his own head, unable to pull himself out of the dark hole he’d found himself in.

the weight on top of him was enough to let axel know this was real – grimmjow was real and be damned if he was ever letting his mate out of his sight again. he’d dreamed of reuniting with grimmjow more times than he could count and even the most vivid of them couldn’t compare to this. there was always something off, the feeling of emptiness deep in his chest still there, a smile not quite reaching his eyes but oh – this was everything and more. axel felt whole – he felt complete.

axel manages a laugh through the tears, a smile for the first time in a long time stretching across his face. it’s been so long since he’d felt like this – since he’d felt happiness. 

“ yer really here– “ 

a kiss against his hand is all that it takes for more tears to fall, axel gripping grimmjow’s hand tightly before pulling it to his lips, giving a kiss in return.

“ don’t leave – don’t leave me ever again, please. i can’t… i didn’t think ya were comin’ back. i-i thought… ya just up and left and i thought that – “ you didn’t want me anymore.

“ you’ve been gone so long just – “ he can’t hold it back any longer, throwing his arms around grimmjow and pulling him close, face buried in the crook of his neck. “ please.. don’t leave me again– “

He felt so relaxed, like the world had been righted again and like he’d never gone on that forsaken hunt. Just Axel and for the first time in a long time he was content and his soul felt whole again, as if his red head erased the hollow he was.

The lips against his fingers took him off guard with those words, asking again if he was really there. ‘How long’s it been?’ He wondered, praying that his mate might forgive him if it was too long.

It simply felt so right to be there, those green eyes against the pale face-- even if it was paler than he remembered. The emerald was as vibrant as he’d dreamed of for the last-- oh shit, he was really crying now.

Grimmjow was taken aback as his mate begged him not to leave. Something he’d heard before, but this hurt so much more. Could Axel really think Grimmjow would leave willingly?

As Axel pushed forward and wrapped around him the strong arms wrapped around a toned waste while he cradled the red spikes into his chest. Becoming as much support for the other as his tired body could.

 Inhaling the scent that was his mate calmed him and grieved him. This was undoubtedly Axel, but so much time has passed that some notes had changed, tinged with salty tears and it wasn’t right. His mate needed to be happy, should never be this sad.

Yet it seemed to be all his fault.

Tired arms tightened around his mate as he pushed his nose into those soft spikes and kissed the mess of locks. “I ain’t gon’ leave ‘gain Ax.” How foolish, to the red head that couldn’t have meant a lot. The last conversation he remembered was agreeing to bring Axel with him and giving him a quick peck, explaining he had to go hunt before bed.

Harsh tears began falling from his face as well, dripping into his mates hair, unaware apart from his breathing becoming rather ragged.

‘He ain’t ever gon’ trust me again... I don’ deserve ‘is love.’

“I don’ know what else ta say-- ‘M not gon’ leave. Yer my mate.”

All he could do was hope, hope that the word would still hold meaning. Would calm his mate to hear as much as it did him to say.

#v;AsYouAre #igniisaeternum #//DYING OF HAPPY

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it’s like his voice just egged whatever the hell was moving on, the rustling getting faster and faster. if axel was smart he would have left – better to avoid whatever was coming towards him than confront it head-on. but he doesn’t do that, doesn’t stay where he is either. axel finds himself moving towards the noise against his better judgement, leaving his shoes and cloak by the pond without a second thought. 

“ –hello? “ axel calls again. he may as well have a target on his back with how much attention he’s drawing to himself – but he doesn’t feel like he’s in danger. it’s almost like there’s a magnetic pull drawing him in further and further like there’s–

“ oof–! “

he collides with something – someone – and for a second all axel feels is rage. pure rage. he wants to yell and scream and whoever the hell knocked him over, curse them for making him lose track of the source of the noise. he opens his mouth just stops when he catches sight of blue hair – that familiar sky blue, the mask – those clothes.

it can’t be. he has to be dreaming – there’s no doubt about it. grimmjow is gone. GONE. this can’t him but… he feels so real and surely if this wasn’t really grimmjow then axel wouldn’t feel so at peace for the first time in years.

he chokes back the tears, hands reaching up and wiping the stray ones away as the two finally look at each other. 

“ –are you real? is it... is it really… you? “

Spice, cinnamon, small hunts of sulfur. Warmth.

The smell was so unique and so perfect, it was so right that Grimmjow just pushed himself forward. No longer caring if he was dreaming or not, that smell and that familiar feeling in the back of his head of just.... knowing.

He hardly even saw the red of the others hair. That beautiful bloody sunset shade he’d fantasized about for... well however long it had been.

Hopefully only a few days.

The hard muscles now under him had the hollow instantly relaxing. Feeling as if a fight that had taken years was finally over and every bone in his body was finally allowed to rest and turned to mush.

It wasn’t until he saw his mates face that he realized that something was very wrong, too wrong and he needed to kill whoever hurt his mate while he was gone. Axel was crying. His mate was crying and that wasn’t okay in any of his books.

As if his hollow hole was ripped anew in his gut, Grimmjow realized his mate wasn’t okay. And it was probably him with a question like that.

“Well yeah ‘s me... who else ya know wit’ a face like this?” He was trying to be light, even though all he wanted to do was wrap the other up and never let go.

Carefully reaching up, as if the red head might break otherwise. His own tears forgotten as Grimmjow grabbed one of his mates strong hands and pulled it towards dry, cracked lips for as tender a kiss as he could deliver.

His voice was so rough, but he just had to say it. Compelled to soothe the other without thought or question. “I’m ‘ere. ‘m sorry...”

#v;AsYouAre #igniisaeternum #//Oh he knows he fucked up now #//BUT I'M GEEKING OUT BECAUSE GAAAAAAH

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Grimmjow felt off, he knew there wasn’t much else he could do at the moment with the small figure turning away and essentially running. Hell, he would too if he saw something as beaten and bloody as him. It however didn’t stop the hollow from deciding that enough was enough and he had to get moving.

Grunting with the effort Grimmjow pulled himself to his feet, his shoulders flesh ripping on the hot, jagged rock behind him. Once on his feet, Grimmjow took several shaky breaths and began walking.

He followed his gut and moved around some trees that began popping up, keen sense of hearing pushing him closer to what sounded like a source of water. Good. Something to cool down with and hopefully clear his jumbled head.

The hollow didn’t stop until he heard a yell, much louder than he wanted to hear it. The voice he instantly recognized and it sent both pure bliss and fear coursing through his body.

He paused for a moment, his throat too rough to make noise above his ragged breathing. Yet he was able to stabalize himself against a tree and then push off, simply trying to get to the voice.

The hollow found himself praying for the first time since his death.

‘Please, tell me I’m not dreaming.’

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Ears perked up as he watched the figure continued to stay still. Lots of people and animals called him ‘Kid’ so the nickname wasn’t new. The harsh African sun might have been playing tricks on his eyes. That had to be the only explanation. The way they continued to stare made the youngster feel rather uneasy. What did he need to get so worked up over if it was a mirage? 

It did bring to light one thing though, that the current tree he was lying under wasn’t providing enough shade for him if he was still seeing things. Standing up for a brief moment, the animal gave one last quick glance before disappearing completely into the tall grass which camouflaged his appearance well. 

After what had happened with Axel, Simba needed space and if mirages were threatening to appear then it was obvious he needed more. 

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he’d felt different since he stepped foot here, even before he’d found simba something had just felt… off. it was weird, something axel couldn’t quite explain and had ultimately pushed it to the back of his mind for now.

his reunion with simba had gone worse than planned by no fault of his own. the cub had been genuinely happy to see him, wondering when they could live as a family again – wanting nothing more than to have his family back and without a second thought, axel had shot him down. yelling at him that things could never be the same – not with grimmjow gone.

it was no wonder that simba had run off in tears.

axel found himself wandering the jungle, something in the back of his mind saying ‘ don’t leave yet – stay, just for a little while longer. ‘ he found a small clearing not too far from where he’d been with simba, a little waterfall connecting to a pond that looked too inviting to pass up. he hated water, but this heat was something else and axel found himself taking off his boots and dipping his feet in the water to try and cool down.

he hears rustling from behind him, his head turning quickly only to find nothing in the bushes. “ –hello? “ he calls out, the rustling stopping for a second before picking back up again.

“ –oi! who the hell’s there? “

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#igniisaeternum #v;AsYouAre #//I'm geeking out I'm not okay but I'm more than okay

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Perched high looking down, as far down as he pleased on the world and on the humans, milling about their daily lives. Pathetic, worthless. They would all die, and all become food-- if they survived that long.

His head tilt ever so slightly, fast as a cat hearing new prey rustling through tall grass. Someone was approaching.

#v;SextaKing #bleach roleplay #I'm back!!!! #only been two years

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The hollow was pretty battered and broken. His head bleeding and his spiritual pressure weak as he stopped moving finally. Having fought tooth and nail to regain control of himself and the souls he’d once consumed. Hard as he may to gather his barrings he could hear something off in the distance, soft pads of paws moving over dirt and not quite enough thought from the being to be stealthy.

He wasn’t a threat, Grimmjow could tell that much, but with blood clouding his eye he couldn’t see any sort of figure through the tall golden grass around him. Heat from the rock he was leaning against not helping as he felt like he was being scorched alive.

Yet it was that voice, young and probably foolish, uttering the word he hadn’t heard in a very long time; “Baba”. a word he’d thought about a million times since leaving for that hunt.

The one that hadn’t yet stopped. The hunt that wouldn’t stop.

Not until he was home with his mate at the lion cub.

“Kid?” His voice was hoarse, rough and probably not very loud. But he could hope. It was all he had at the moment, sad as he was to admit it. That maybe, just maybe this was Simba. 

Perhaps he did make it out of hell alive.

It couldn’t be. After his return to the Pridelands and the argument he’d had with Axel about Grimmjow’s disappearance the cub had wandered off, but he soon spotted a figure. “Baba?” He was somewhat hesitant, unsure if it was a mirage or he’d leave again if he called out his name. Ears flattened as he trotted forward not wanting to startle the other. “…Is that really you?” 

It just couldn’t be. Grimmjow had to be dead somewhere, plus Axel had told him himself that he was never coming back. If he wasn’t, then who was this guy? Simba wanted to trust his gut, but reality was telling him a different story. “It can’t be him.” the cub mused. “It’s gotta be somebody else…” 

Slowly turning around, Simba decided to lay under the shade of a nearby tree, curling up as he placed his head on his paws wondering if everything before him was just a figment of his overactive imagination. “Yeah. Somebody else.”

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#v;AsYouAre #fxturekxng #okay it's the first thing up because I'm too excited. #I'll post the drabbles in literally a couple minutes #fine tuning the last one

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“More toys…AND we’re gonna go hunting?” Was this a dream? No, it couldn’t be, he was definitely awake. “I’m sorry…I didn’t get you anything, Baba.” Simba answered quietly with a small frown. That’s what Christmas was all about right? Giving and getting stuff? How was he supposed to even participate in the holiday if he didn’t have anything for anybody at all? “It’s not just you. I didn’t get Mama and Namine anything either and now…I kinda feel like a jerk.” 

Grimmjow was instantly confused, why would Simba be upset about getting stuff? Why should he really worry if he couldn't give anything? Grimmjow was only given them gifts because he's a dick the rest of the year. "Oi, Simba. There's no reason ta feel bad. I got ya stuff 'cause incase ya din' notice, I'm kinda a grade A asshole th' rest o' th' time." He's settle his hand on top of the cubs head, rubbing all the right spots to try and get a purr. "Ya don' gotta get me anythin' kid. If ya go huntin' wit' me. Tha'll be 'nough, s'all I wan'." And that was the truth, Grimmjow wanted nothing more than to see the people he'd grown to care about, grown to love and those who'd worked their ways under his skin and burrowed into his heart.

"Sound good?"

#v;AsYouAre #sixba

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The Arrancar couldn't help the grin as Simba opened into the gift. "I got ya a box fer keepin' all yer toys. An' I got ya more toys. We're gonna go huntin' later too." He's totally grinning, because even though he doesn't understand Christmas in the slightest, he knows that quality time is important.

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"Merry Christmas? Th' fucks so Merry 'bout it?" The Hollow would grumble, arms crossing as he looks at all the cheer and merriment around him. For such an old, crrupt soul it was practically sickening.

#open #bleach rp #v;monsterwithin

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I am so confused as a Mun. I haven’t posted anything nsfw in the last 11 months. Yet I’ve gained at least 20 porn blogs following me since this hiatus started. What the hell people? Grimmjow isn’t even straight, he’s gayer than a hippo in a tutu!! At least be a high quality male blogger so I could have some material to work with.

Too much to ask?

#offthethrone #I stop in for half a second and this happens

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Have you ever had that one muse that’s just…

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A cold, resolute stare. A single syllable fell from dual-toned lips, the weight of his very indifference thickly ladened in the word: “No.”

He had no intention of lowering himself to such nonsense.

He'd pause, eyes calculating the raven haired Hollow before him. While Grimmjow knew that he wasn't a threat to the precious Cuatro bitch, he knew that he himself held just a fraction of standing with the honoured god. "An' wha're ya gon' do when I don' give ya a choice?"

As if proving his point Grimmjow allowed his spiritual pressure to thicken, to begin weighting down ever so slightly in an obvious sign of a threat.

#thecuatroespada #//It's nice to meet you you #hw's everything been going?

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“ Then take me with ya. “ His answer was without hesitation, without doubt - for wherever Grimmjow would go, Axel would always follow. It didn’t matter where, it didn’t matter at all. What mattered was that he was with Grimmjow. It’s what he wanted, it’s what he always wanted.

“ I don’t care where we are, don’t care where I am – so long as yer with me, Grimm. “ God, how desperate did he sound right now? The answer was very, he sounded really fucking desperate because he was.

“ This house, it ain’t home without ya. Yer my home, Grimm. Wherever you go, I go. Got it? “

Truth be told Grimmjow had been waiting what felt like eons to hear those words, to hear that Axel would be willing to go with him. It would be dangerous-- of course. But he really needs to see the red head every time he wakes up, he needs more then just coming back once a month if he's lucky. "I doubt I need ta tell ya Ax, but i's fuckin' dangerous."

"Facin' death almost every day." It would also be impossible to eat Hollows without Axel seeing him, without watching his jaw drop to almost impossible levels and crunching at a Hollow's arm or leg. The occational time he takes a humans soul. "It ain't gon' be fun... yer prob'ly gon' get real grossed out wit me."

He couldn't help the grin though, the proof that he would LOVE to have his mate with him constantly. To fight Hollows alongside his red head, ripping apart any foe who would dare put a claw on his mate. Any spec of prey who would dare think that his mate were it's next course. Grimmjow would prove them wrong, undeniably.

"All tha' bein' said... I wan' ya there."

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“Perhaps another past time? None of us are obligated to satisfy your every whim.” Troublesome as they were.

"Yer makin' such a blatant offer there Cifer. Normally ya tell me ta fuck off." Honest truth, but Grimmjow would never back out from a fight. "Bring it."

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