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anathemaspeaks · 2 days

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Could I request number 23 and 24 with Grimmjow x reader? 💙✨

hey! here you go 🩷

check out my prompt list, and send in your own requests.

prompts #23 and #24:

"quit looking at me, you’re making me nervous."

"do you know how to knock?"

you stepped into the bath, the warm water melting away all of your troubles. you let yourself relax under the steady stream of the shower, feeling the tension leave your muscles.

after a while, you dried yourself up and stepped into your cozy hotel room. you and grimmjow had just finished a job, opting to stay at a nearby hotel for the night. you both had separate rooms, unfortunately.

exhausted from the day's exertion, you flopped onto the bed. you looked around for your phone, but you couldn't find it anywhere. you decided to go check grimmjow's room - maybe he knew where it was.

you just hoped he wouldn't get annoyed and do something stupid like break your phone. since his room was right next to yours, it wasn't much of a walk. you twisted the knob and opened-

wow.

and right in front of you was grimmjow. in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. damp, ocean blue hair sticking to his forehead, water droplets falling from his face, trailing down his neck and down to his glistening, sculpted abs.

you've never been jealous of water before.

"do you know how to knock, brat?" he huffed, face now slightly pink from you seeing him a state like this. his eyes bored straight into yours, the sheer intensity of his piercing blue eyes had you buckling at the knees.

"o-oh! right, i was going to, but i thought i'd be disturbing you- and i'm looking for my phone- and you'd be tired and - sorry!" you rambled, your voice an octave higher than normal, face heating up at the way you could see every muscle moving. you couldn't look away, god, he looked gorgeous.

"quit looking at me, you're making me nervous" he muttered, turning away from you. you froze. he wasn't angry? you made him nervous?

you don't know if it was the deliriousness you felt after seeing his shirtless body, or the exhaustion from the day's work, but you felt a sudden surge of confidence. you make him nervous.

"i can't" you admitted, hesitantly. you were testing the waters, it was his move now. the air crackled with unvocalized tension. his eyes met yours again, an unrecognizable emotion in the pools of his irises.

"because?" he asked, voice deep and soft, sending goosebumps across your arms. taking a shaky breath, you inched closer, the butterflies in your stomach amplifying by the second.

"'cause you look really, really good" you managed, voice just above a whisper.

"you're playin' a dangerous game, brat. jus' look for your damn phone and go to sleep" he said, eyes avoiding yours once again, chest rising and falling along with his breaths. now you were only a foot apart from each other.

"admit it, grimm, we work well together, as much as you'd hate to acknowledge it" you stated. that damn nickname again, why did he even let you call him that? why did he let you work with him all the time?

"'s that what you're gonna call it, brat?" he scoffed. he moved one step closer, placing a calloused hand on the side of your jaw. his touch sent shivers down your spine, he was even more ethereal up close.

"always pushin' your luck" he said softly. a challenge.

"mm, but you like it that way" you teased, sending a playful smile his way while batting your eyelashes up at him.

he didn't respond, eyes locked onto yours, you could just drown in his. being so close to him was intoxicating, the feel of his palm on the side of your face felt so warm.

"and what if i do?" he whispered, accepting the truth. he loved the pretty smile on your face when you two would bicker, sweet giggles escaping your mouth at his half-assed insults. you made his heart flutter, you made him nervous.

fuck.

could you hear his heart beat? you were so close that he could hear you breathing. he was sweating even more now.

he looked so handsome like this, face pink, nervousness in his demeanour, water still dripping off his god-like body, hair wet and clinging to his forehead.

you couldn't help it, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he shifted his down to your waist. he leaned in, his grip on you so gentle, before finally kissing you.

his lips were warm and demanding, yet surprisingly so tender. you melted into him, hands running down his shoulders, across the broad expanse of his back, feeling every muscle relax under your touch.

you tangled a hand into his soft blue hair, tugging at it, breathless gasps escaping both of your mouths. when you finally broke away, it was solely due to the lack of oxygen.

he pulled away reluctantly, his forehead resting against yours. his chest heaved with exertion, eyes searching your face, his full attention only on you.

the next morning, you woke up next to him. tangled in the sheets, his toned arms wrapped around you, you realized you forgot to find your phone. after a while of searching, you found it in his jacket pocket. right as you were about to accuse him-

"it fell on the way here, so i picked it up is all. don't think too much of it" you smiled anyways.

"you want me so bad"

i hope you liked itt <3

#anathema writes #bleach x reader #bleach #bleach anime #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow jaggerjack #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow x you #grimmjow smut #ichigo kurosaki

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green-apple-juice · 5 months

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#bleach humor #bleach #text post #giselle gewelle #renji abarai #bazz b #ichigo kurosaki #uryu ishida #aizen sousuke #tatsuki arisawa #lisa yadomaru #kisuke urahara #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow jaggerjack #gin ichimaru #rangiku matsumoto #soi fon #femritters

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erarichh · 3 months

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

sexto espada

#grimmjow jaegerjaquez #anime art #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow jaggerjack #grimmjow fanart #bleach #bleach anime #manga art

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kiwicopia · 8 months

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🔞 MDNI | Scary Cat Privileges w/Grimmjow (GN!reader) 🔞

Random HCs on this because it won't leave my head. Grimmy has a gigai in this. Pre-established relationship.

TW: mentions of rough sex, obsession possessiveness, mentions of violence, feline marking

You've heard of scary dog privileges, but imagine having a boyfriend that exudes scary cat privileges. Canines can look frightening, yes, but have you seen cats? They stare down at anyone and anything with murderous intent on their minds. Grimmjow does the exact same thing when he sees or even hears someone or something he doesn't like, or downright hates. This happens often when the two of you are out and about on the streets.

You'd be minding your own business until you hear a slight hiss that's almost confused with a growl, and then you'd notice the way people just steer clear of the two of you as you walk down the street. Grimmjow plays it off as everyone was walking too close to him, but really, they were walking too close to you. Not that he'd ever say that.~

The next time something happens is when he's left you in a store to peruse something that caught his eye, only to return and see some stranger up close and flirting with you. If not for the laws of this land, he'd have slaughtered them where they stood. Instead, he opts to simply butt into the conversation, slinging an arm over your shoulder while his free hand roughly shoves the stranger back. His death-like glare is enough to send them scurrying off.

Speaking of his glare, it's intense, but all you really see when you look at him is an angry cat. You're not sure what he's thinking when he's glaring at someone, but you know it isn't good. You also know he's got a temper, and you don't really question the drops of blood on the ends of his shirt when he comes back to your apartment after being gone for three hours.

You don't even question the way he switches moods when seeing you, growing what you assume to be affectionate when he holds you close and starts rubbing his face into your neck. It's cat-like behavior, you know that, but it surprises you when he takes it further. He marks you. Both with a physical mark for everyone to see, and in an intimate way that makes you know you belong to him. And he's not at all gentle with it, but you can take it. You always do.~

Grimmjow's scary cat tendencies don't stop. He frightens your friends to the point where you have to remind them that he's gentle and doesn't bite, but also get onto him for making your friends feel that way. The man can't help that he's a little jealous, and he damn sure won't admit it if you ever tease him about it.

In conclusion: Grimm is and always will be your scary cat. Your hot, possessive, scary cat.

#grimmjow x reader #grimmjow imagine #grimmjow headcanons #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow jaggerjack #grimmjow smut #reader insert #gender neutral reader #kiwicopia writes

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brittscafe · 3 months

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I love the idea of Grimmjow being like a overgrown cat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His favorite place to be...with you.

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latrespada · 1 year

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my favorite guy <3

#bleach #bleach anime #bleach manga #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach shitpost #grimmjow #grimmjow jaggerjack #bleach grimmjow #jaegerjaquez #bleach shitposting

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beneathstarryskies · 17 days

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

Word Count: 2,380

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s here,” you say. “Grimmjow.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I’m not jealous!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Grimmjow! I can’t!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not ready,” you pout.

“Mm, I think you are,” he insists.

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

“Grimmjow, we shouldn’t…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I miss you too,” you admit.

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

“I know.”

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

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

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

“Tell the truth,” you plead.

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

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

“I haven’t been with anyone else.”

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

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

“Gonna invite me in?”

“Will you still be there in the morning?”

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

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

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

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

“Grimmjow,” you whine.

“Mm, I love how you say my name.”

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

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

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

“I want you so bad,” you moan.

“I want you too, baby.”

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

“Oh fuck, you feel good,” he pants.

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

“I love you,” you swallow hard.

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

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

“Fuck,” you moan softly.

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

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

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

#🌟written in the stars #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader #grimmjow bleach x reader #grimmjow jaggerjack #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow bleach #i'm not sure this turned out as good as i wanted but i hope it's enjoyable anyway

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porquejimin · 1 year

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Grimmjow doesn’t like to fall asleep at your back. While he might feel compelled to cuddle you at your back to feel the contours of your body fit his, and even fit his nose in the shelter of your collar to inhale that uniquely human scent of your soul- he will always prefer to hold in sleep from your front.

Either sleeping on his chest or him on yours works, even next to each or other face to face. Feeling the rise and fall of your chest is the reminder of both your existence and mortality, Alive but temporary, and something to marvel at the opportunity that arises.

Sleeping on his chest arises a protective and prideful feeling, your back turned to him but face still visible beneath his nose allows him to gaze at the lift of your lashes and parted mouth in its most relaxed state. Your chest at this position gives him ample opportunity to ogle at the places your so shy to show him most days. Your leg (by his doing or yours) is hanging off his hips and his hand caressing your hips and ass in a relaxing but still sensual caress. While he isn’t surprised this chosen mate trusts him with their well being, it’s still pleases his immensely as it’s taken quite a while to convince you of his place in your life.

With his head on your chest and his leg share a twisted embrace with your own he feels cocooned in the most amazing paradise. Your chest and ever so available (and fatal) organ mere inches from his fangs and claws while the rest of your supple flesh is his to grab, massage, and caress in uncharacteristic gentleness. Your neck and delicious flesh are a readily available temptation to suck, kiss, and taste to savor your vulnerable state of rest. It’s one he resists for the sake of your human stamina being unable to most days keep up with his fervor, but also to enjoy this small part of your he can indulge without worry of your reluctance or apprehension of his closeness or intensity.

To stare at your face at its most vulnerable and relaxed and know that anything he wished could be his at this moment. If he wished it, you in this position could do nothing to stop a predator in pursuit of what would sate his hunger. That being a bloodied organ at the palm of his hand or your heat against his, wet, wanting, and dripping to be filled with his offspring. Sweat bearing each part of your body if only to satisfy him, and your vulnerable state only giving him true go ahead to take what he wants. To tear your jugular or to make you tear in pleasure as he takes from you again and again as is his insatiable nature.

Grimmjow needs to look upon you as he sleeps, for you are all he would want forever, his present and future and his goal. All he could ever want to see-eyes open or shut.

#bleach grimmjow #grimmjow headcanons #grimmjow jaggerjack #yandere Grimmjow #yandere bleach #y/n #yandere #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow smut #grimmjow x you #grimmjow imagines #grimmjow fanart

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fallinblossoms · 27 days

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BLEACH: THE HIGH SCHOOL WARFARE 2024 Key Visual

- april fools? -

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reineydraws · 2 years

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it's grimmjow with the long hair ✨️✨️

#bleach #bleach fanart #grimmichi #grimmichi fanart #grimmjow #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow jaggerjack #ichigo kurosaki #espada #arrancar #drawing his hair was like drawing a planter cuz i was acting like his crown was the lip of a pot lol #i think it came out rather like a very messy 80s hairstyle and im into it 😌👍#ichigo is DEFINITELY into it #looking at this feels validating cuz i see the progress ive made in colouring stuff haha

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green-apple-juice · 5 months

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#bleach #shuhei hisagi #aizen sousuke #bazz b #chad yasutora #ichigo kurosaki #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow jaggerjack #kaname tosen #luppi antenor #kugo ginjo #orihime inoue #lille barro #ulquiorra cifer #bleach humor #text post

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your-local-hollow-lover · 8 months

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Hollow Heartstrings

Summary: Grimmjow misses you crazy, and he's uncertain about how to cope with these feelings... or the unexpected desires you've ignited within him.

A/N: So, remember the poll about which character you wanted to read smut from? Well, Grimmjow won! And no, I didn't forget, I was just really busy, but today is the day I finally deliver! Yei! Hope you like it!

WARNINGS: NSFW / bruising/marking / generally light and not as explicit. Grimmjow can't do soft

AO3

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Grimmjow had come to care. Although he was unable to decide if what he disliked the most was that fact, or that he had flinched back when you tried to caress his bone mask, as if a single touch of yours could ruin him. It was beyond ridiculous, something Grimmjow hated to lose his temper about, yet here he was, butchering a seemingly powerful Arrancar to vent his frustration.

The fight ended just as he was starting to enjoy it. Blood trickled down the side of his pectoral, staining what was left of his torn clothes. Grimmjow snorted as he gazed at the lifeless body of the beast he had pulverized without even using his sword. Gradually, the monstrous panther claws on his hands and feet returned to their normal state.

This had been his routine for quite a while now, eating and killing to avoid thinking. There was just one tiny problem: when the ecstasy of battle faded, his mind couldn't help but drift back to you, and that dreadful moment when he decided to let you impossibly close to him. How wrong it was, how good it felt.

And so he sought the next fight, and the next one, and the next one, expecting— if not hoping raw flesh to wash such cravings off. However, and much to his dismay, Grimmjow found that no amount of bloodshed could wash away the lingering bites that still burned on him, making his mind spin around the warmth of your skin, the beat of your heart, your nails digging into his back.

Shit. Why wasn’t he strong enough to resist it? Ah, fuck it. He didn’t need to, you’ll have to be strong enough to take it. You started it, didn’t you? Now you’ll deal with it.

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He entered through your window, his eyes scanning the unusual darkness in your room. Your scent permeated the air, filling his nostrils, causing a twisted sensation of excitement to wash over him. His instincts tore at his back in a shudder. He shouldn't feel this way in territory that wasn't his own, and yet...

"Grimmjow?" Your voice sounded weak, trembling. "What are you doing here?"

Were you sick? He took a deep breath. Didn’t smell like you were.

You let out a shaky breath he recognized in a heartbeat. Grimmjow did his best to restrain the ironclad urge to seek out whatever was making you cry and obliterate it down to the very last cell.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I had a terrible week. My boss is killing me, my back is killing me, and— I thought you didn’t wanna come around anymore.”

He frowned as a tense sensation churned within his gut. He had been avoiding you, and you had noticed. Grimmjow hoped you wouldn't be astute enough to deduce the reasons behind his evasive actions.

“Why not?”

Grimmjow’s voice was strong as ever, even when he spoke casually.

“I thought you just didn’t want to after what we did.” you hesitated. He could make out in the dark your indecision to continue. “I thought maybe it was a mistake. We won’t do it again.”

He frowned, ignoring how everything in his body throbbed in aversion at what you say. In a heartbeat, he flipped you over, positioning himself above you.

“You don’t get to decide for me.”

It caught you off guard, but as you absorbed the profound craving within his gaze, it became evident Grimmjow had been struggling to comprehend his emotions and his enjoyment of them. Hollows are not made for feelings. They aren’t supposed to yearn. Yet, he stood before you, conveying through every fiber of his being that he desired it.

Your lips curled in a soft smile. “You’re right. So, do I take it as you missed me?”

“Ha! You wish. Ya still owe me a couple's favors, y'know? I'm just making' sure ya don't kick the bucket 'fore ya pay up."

God, how you loved that smirk.

“Then I’ll be sure to pay,” you said softly, running your fingers gently along the edge of his jaw. Grimmjow repressed a shiver. His gaze fell to your lips just before he leaned in, trapping your mouth. He kissed you with a roughness that was undeniably his own. You sighed against his lips when he deepened it.

Grimmjow breathed heavily against you, enjoying the flickers bubbling in his blood as you traced his sides with your hands. Your nails delicately outlined his bone mask. His instincts flitted like one of those red alarm-lights in the human world, warning him: too close, too exhilarating, too good. Grimmjow growled against your lips, his teeth piercing them as he held back a moan. The taste of blood eased him.

Your fingers entwined in his hair as he pressed your body against his, suppressing any space between you. His palms eagerly roamed your torso, caressing and squeezing. His kiss was deep, messy, and still a bit inexpert. However, he managed to make it good. You pulled apart gasping for some air. Grimmjow eyed you from above. There was a mix of slyness, desire, and a half-smile that stole your breath away.

The veins on his hands vaulted on his skin as he exerted force through the fabric of your clothes. He tore them. You didn’t care for anything that wasn’t bringing him closer. You pulled at his clothes and in one breath, Grimmjow took them off too.

You both let out a groan as you felt skin against skin. Grimmjow stopped short, his breathing coming down to a slight vibration that sounded like a large cat purring. His jaw was clenched and his shoulders tense.

You rested your forehead against his, silently granting him space to adjust. The cold emanating from the hole in his belly seemed to suck icy air into it, it was the only way you could think of to describe it as you felt it against your skin.

“It’s alright,” you eased.

“Shut up, I know. I can take it,” he gasped.

His hot breath close to your ear, added to the shake of his voice gave you goosebumps. You nibbled at his ear. Grimmjow cursed under his breath. He bit your shoulder before pushing the back of your tights to settle between your legs.

His hot breath close to your ear, summed with the shake of his voice, gave you goosebumps. You nibbled at his ear. Grimmjow cursed under his breath. He bit your shoulder before pushing the back of your tights to settle between your legs.

This was the first time Grimmjow had taken the initiative, and although it was a bit messy and desperate, you couldn't help but feel the warm sensation spreading inside your chest. As inhumane as he was, Grimmjow had come to enjoy this kind of intimacy with you.

You spread your folds for him and sighed as he slid in. He couldn't suppress the deep groan that mixed with a purr.

“Shit,” he whined.

You knew exactly how much self-respect he was relinquishing for this, as his immediate reaction was to bury his face in the crook of your neck before holding you closer.

There was no space left between your bodies, and the only audible sound aside from the rain pouring on the window was Grimmjow's hitched breath. He struggled to resist simply discarding rational thinking and surrendering to the delicious fire spreading through his veins. He lost the fight as soon you started caressing the edges of his hollow hole from his back.

Grimmjow thrust in with a loud grunt. You whimpered at the feeling of him reaching deep inside you. A tipsy smile was drawn on your face just when he picked up a pace, rough and desperate. Holding you so tight, you may've thought letting go could end him, and Grimmjow didn’t give two damns about looking weak anymore.

It was more than perfect: sharing moans with him, his warm skin against your own, his very self moving within you, enjoying it without holding back.

“Fuck I love it,” you breathed. “You’re fucking hot.”

Grimmjow eyed you then, wearing the darkest expression you've ever seen on him. The intensity of his gaze seemed to convey: "I own you. You're mine. You won't leave. I won’t let you. You're mine. Mine. Mine. Mine—"

He bit your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. You hissed. His thrust became erratic as he quickened his pace. Grimmjow's breath grew hastier by the second, and at this point, he didn't care for the sound of his moans. He was frantic, eager for release, unaware of the force he was placing on his grip on your thighs.

You opened your legs wider, pushing him further against you so that your front rubbed against his lower belly. It was enough to tie the knot, and you came loud and long, digging your nails on his shoulder and down on his hip.

The pulsations inside you triggered his peak. His teeth dug into the flesh of your shoulder so hard it burned. A warm liquid spreading inside you eased the pain. When the bolts of pleasure finally smothered to a wonderful feeling of after-bliss, Grimmjow replaced his fangs with his lips as he pressed them onto your bruised skin, surprisingly soft.

“I’m glad you came back.” you managed after catching your breath.

Grimmjow huffed, “I never left.”

It sure as hell wasn't his intention, but that was one of the sweetest things he told you since you met.

#this writing has been my baby for a while now #hope you enjoy!#grimmjow x you #grimmjow jeagerjaques #grimmjow jaggerjack #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow bleach #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow #grimmjow is a king

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Hello!!! I LOVE your writing!!! I was wondering, since all I have seen is people request Miguel oneshots, could you do a Grimmjow one? I saw some in your kinktober and fell in love!!!!

Maybe something where like good girl likes bad boy troupe at college and whatnot. Where Grimmjow wants to keep his relationship with you a secret but when he and the reader spend alone time in his dorm he has the reader screaming his name and everyone finds out?

If you do write this request, thank you!!!!

Haha, thank you! Miguel is still super popular and I am head over heels for that man, but here me out, fam. The next season of Bleach, our boy GRIMMJOW RETURNS!!!

Be sure to see a wave of smut and requests come in for that fine, insane man~

Also, so sorry this was late! I'm still trying to catch up to last month's requests!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, p in v, dirty talk, rough sex, begging, cockwarming, overstimulation

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No one would believe that anyone from the famous Espada gang would settle down. Each one of them were horrible gang members and trouble makers throughout the campus; they only settled with one night stands or anyone from their gang.

Grimmjow seemed like one of them, but in fact, he was the exception. The Sexta Espada had a dark secret. Grimmjow had fallen in love with the sweetest and most angelic girl in school, you. You were his polar opposite, and Grimmjow loved tainting you.

The moment you both crossed paths, Grimmjow only sought you out as another one night stand. He used his usual antics to get close to you; flirting, pressuring, anything to get into your pants, but you proved otherwise.

You always saw the best in everyone, including Grimmjow. Your sweet personality ended up causing Grimmjow to question his decision. You easily fell in love with Grimmjow, but Grimmjow was feeling bad about fooling you.

Eventually, Grimmjow was swayed by you and wanted to know more about you. He wanted to keep this a secret, so he met with you privately. Grimmjow loved your presence. He loved how innocent you were and how delicious it would be to taint you.

"Grimmjow, I need to go to class, hehe." You giggled as his arms stayed around your waist.

"Just another minute. You can miss one class," He whispered, landing gentle kisses against your neck, "Let me show you a good time, (Y/N), it won't hurt." He hummed.

"But my grades-"

"Are higher than everyone else in this damn college. You could easily make it up," Grimmjow smirked as he nibbled against your ear, "We've been datin' for two months. Let me reward you for dealin' with me~" He said with a dark chuckle.

You huffed your cheeks out, glancing at his lustful eyes. You wouldn't lie if his swords didn't make you wet. You had been eager for this moment, wanting to have Grimmjow sweep you off your feet. You just felt like you were doing something wrong.

"A-Are you sure...we can?" You whispered, covering your face slightly.

Grimmjow's smirk widen as he pulled you closer, gripping your ass in response.

"My entire dorm is empty right now. I'll be quick so you won't miss your next class, or when the next person comes in." He said sweetly, knowing how easily you gave into him.

"Okay,"

Grimmjow felt like he won the lottery. Holding his precious, innocent girlfriend's hand, Grimmjow led you to his dorm. He wasn't lying when he said it was empty. Taking you to his room on the sixth floor, Grimmjow made sure to lock the door.

Grimmjow didn't even hesitate to have his hands roam your body. You whined softly as he lifted you on the bed, trembling from anticipation.

"Keep shaking like that and I'll make sure you don't go to your next fucking class," He said with a low rumbling groan.

You could only feel your cheeks grow hotter as Grimmjow started to kiss you roughly. His tongue forcing its way inside your mouth, battling your tongue for an easy dominance. You attempted to grip his ripped shirt, wanting to catch your breathe.

Grimmjow had always given you rough kisses, claiming that he enjoyed your blissed out expression, but this was something more. Panting heavily as Grimmjow broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva, you saw the hunger in his eyes.

"Fuck, I'm gonna make you feel so fuckin' good, babe," He said with another groan, already removing your shirt.

"T-Try to take it slow, please?" You begged softly. Grimmjow proceeded to kiss your neck as his hands grouped your breasts,

"If you keep beggin', I just might."

You shivered at his words, moving your neck to the side to give him more access. The anticipation was making your panties soaked. Gasping, you whimpered a soft moan as Grimmjow undid your bra and started to pinch against your nipples.

"Fuck, you even sound sexy,"

You were bitting your lip as Grimmjow started to suck and play with your breasts. You raised your hips slightly, wanting some friction. Grimmjow resisted a chuckle as he pressed his hips against yours, grinding against your clothes cunt in a deep and rough pace.

"G-Grimm~ G-Grimmjow!" You pleaded, moaning softly as you felt your core burn hotter.

"Fuck, babe. I gotta fuckin' prep you for my dick but you're makin' this difficult." Grimmjow hissed, spreading your legs wider as he rutted against you, "Do you want me to break ya?"

"M-Maybe?" You whimpered, undoing your belt for him.

Grimmjow was cussing mentally as he watched you take off your pants. Oh, how he was going to enjoy fucking the angel of the college. Everyone had wanted to get a taste of you and here he was, about to fuck the life out of his precious girlfriend.

"Fuck," Grimmjow cussed as he stared at your soaked panties, "Just for me." His smirk widen.

You felt embarrassed as Grimmjow started at your pussy. You glanced away, but gasped softly as he pulled you in for another kiss. This time, he was sweeter as he took off your underwear. You squirmed at the cold air, but it immediately faded as Grimmjow's hands started to rub your clit.

"Ah~ G-Grimmjow~" You cried out, feeling your core about to burst.

"Already? How fuckin' slutty," Grimmjow chuckled lowly as his fingers rubbed circles around your clit harsher, "Does my lil girlfriend wanna cum that bad? Haven't even gotten to the main course and yer about to cum already, so naughty."

Feeling your vision blur as you orgasm, you moaned his name loudly. His words had stirred something within you, making you burst and shake in pleasure.

"Now, now, what a bad girl. Imma hafta punish ya," Grimmjow chuckled darkly as he took his pants off.

You whimpered lowly as Grimmjow spread your legs wider. His fingers entered your hole, causing you to cry and moan. He had two fingers pump into your tight gummy walls, prepping you for the main course. You trembled as you felt your core burn up again as your pussy convulsed around his fingers.

"G-Grimm, r-right t-there-" You stuttered, moving your hips to his thrusting figners.

"Awe, gonna cum again? Well, not yet, baby." Grimmjow chuckled as he took his fingers out and licked them clean, "Fuck, you taste so fuckin' sweet."

"G-Grimmjow! P-Please~" You begged, moving your own hands to your clit. Grimmjow took you hands away and held them above your head,

"Tsk, tsk, I'm treatin' ya today. Now, be a good fuckin' girl and don't move." He said with a groan.

You arched your back in response as Grimmjow started to poke his tip against your folds. Your eyes widen as he slowly pushed in, stretching you out. You whined and whimpered, shaking from the uncomfortable feeling.

"Shh, just relax," Grimmjow cooed in your ear before kissing you sweetly.

Normally, he would have just quickly fucked all prior girls, but you were different. Grimmjow wanted to keep you forever. He truly loved you and was afraid that you would leave him one day because of his attitude and reputation.

Honestly, you deserved so much better than him. Which made this all the more fun for Grimmjow to have you as his.

"G-Grimm~" You moaned as his dick kissed your cervix.

Grimmjow glanced down at your blissed out expression, drinking in every minute of it. He kept your legs spread as he stayed pinned against your poor, aching pussy. It was difficult for him to stay still. You were sucking his dick so much, begging for movement.

"Yer makin' this hard, babe." Grimmjow hissed as he returned to your breasts.

It was cute how you tried to move, whining and begging for him. This was so deliciously out of character for you. Grimmjow had finally tainted you, making you his. Of course, he was going to enjoy every moment of you begging for his dick. The school's angel, crying out to be fucked by one of its devils.

Grimmjow made sure to make you wait, just as long as he did. After a few minutes, you were fucked out and nearly drooling for movement. Your pussy was burning as it kept sucking Grimmjow's dick and soaking the bedsheets under them.

"So fuckin' wet, babe. I think yer finally ready, are ya?"

"Yes! P-Please, Grimmjow!"

"Please what?"

"P-Please, fuck me." You cried, reaching out for him, "R-Ravish my pussy with your dick."

"Fuck, you're such a good fuckin' girl to me," Grimmjow hissed before kissing you again.

You gasped and moaned into the kiss as Grimmjow finally started to slap his hips against yours. The emptying feeling before he bottomed out, made you cum again instantly. Moans were escaping your moan louder and louder the more he shoved his cock inside you.

Honestly, you felt fucked out already and cock drunk. All you wanted was to keep feeling his dick pound against your sweet spot, filling you up with each thrust. You swore you could feel stars as you kept squeezing him for more.

"Yer not lettin' go of me, ha," Grimmjow chuckled as he gripped your waists tightly, "Want me to really taint this pretty pussy of yours?"

"Mhm~ Y-Yes~" You begged, your words started to slur.

"Look how fucked dumb you are already, screamin' my name out like a horny slut. Fuck," Grimmjow winced as he felt his high approaching, "Fuck, I fuckin' love ya, (Y/N). I just wanna stay like this forever, you in my embrace," He hissed lowly.

"Ah~ G-Grimmjow!" You moaned, reaching another orgasm. Your body was starting to shake from overstimulation.

"That's right. Yer mine." Grimmjow hissed as he coated your insides white, "Remember that."

Pulling out slowly so he could admire his work, Grimmjow chuckled as you shook from the cold. His cum dripping out of your drenched and abused pussy while it clenched for air. Stroking your cheek, Grimmjow pecked your lips before he carried you into his private bathroom,

"See, yer still good for yer next class.." He said with a chuckle. You wrapped your arms around his next, shyly glancing away,

"E-Enough...for another...r-round?" You whispered. Grimmjow just did a u-turn to his bed,

"What a naughty girl," He chuckled, rubbing your overstimulated clit, "Ya know that yer gonna be even more sensitive this time around right? Yer body will break."

"I-If it's you...I don't mind." You said, covering your face.

Grimmjow groaned as he pounced on you, making sure that you were really late for your next class. He fucked you so much that you ended up fainting, but boy, were your screams so delicious. Once he finally filled you, Grimmjow lazily cleaned you up and changed the bedsheets, letting you rest.

Deciding to get you some food for when you woke up, Grimmjow was frozen in place as he saw his whole floor and the rest of his gang outside his dorm. Quickly, he shut the door, wanting to hide you from them.

"Could you have made her scream any louder? What were you doing, torturing the poor girl?" Szayel grumbled lowly. Grimmjow rolled his eyes,

"Can't have a good fuck? Shit man, I'm starving, lemme go eat." He hissed, locking his dorm.

"Awe, we can't have a taste?" Nnoirta said with a dark chuckle. Grimmjow grabbed him by the collar,

"I'm claiming this one." He hissed.

Shoving Nnoirta to the ground, Grimmjow hurried to get you some food and muscle relaxers. He had to protect you from his gang. You were too innocent for them, hell, you were too innocent for Grimmjow. You just got fucked unconscious because of him.

Sighing softly as Grimmjow found a private spot, he couldn't help but smile. Finally, he found someone just for him.

Someone he truly loved.

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Woohoo, hope you liked it!!! Sorry that this was so late again!

But don't be afraid to request more Grimmjow or even any other characters!

#grimmjow x you #grimmjow smut #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach smut #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow jaggerjack #grimmjow jaggerjack smut

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brittscafe · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 20

Kinktober Day 20: Love bites + overstimulation. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x female reader.

Grimmjow has an animalistic instinct buried deep inside of him. You are the one who makes the instinct come out and you low-key regret it.

Grimmjow's head has been buried in between your thighs, lapping and suck at your pussy for hours. Your sticky cum is dripping down your thighs, on the sheets, and on Grimmjow's puffy lips.

Your ankles are dangling over his shoulders and Grimmjow drags his teeth along your right inner thigh. The feeling of his teeth trailing down your flesh makes you tingle.

Your clit is throbbing and sore. Grimmjow presses his lips to your thigh and sucks on the skin. His teeth dig into your skin and you whimper, squeezing your thighs around his head.

You comb your fingers through his electric blue hair and tug on it. He groans against your flesh, sending vibrations down to your core. His warm tongue swirls over skin and he pulls away.

His sharp eyes meet yours for a moment before dipping his head down to your other thigh. Grimmjow presses soft, wet kisses along your thigh, going lower and lower.

Grimmjow's thick fingers slowly slide in between your folds and you gasp.

"You can take another one, right?" his tone is devious, whispering around your skin and you squirm against his grasp. His eyes glance up at you and you bob your head.

"Good girl," he smirks, nibbling along your inner thigh. His knuckles curl up against your sweet spot and you moan loudly. Every movement of Grimmjow's fingers bring you closer to your release.

It won't take much as you've already orgasmed twice by now. Your thighs are already start to shake and you grip onto Grimmjow, clutching.

Your walls clamp around his thick fingers and he chuckles against your skin, sucking on the flesh. Grimmjow pulls away from your inner thigh with a wet pop and his eyes glisten at the hickey he's left there.

In fact, there's multiple, all along your inner thigh. Some bite marks too where Grimmjow's sharp teeth were digging and tugging on your skin.

Grimmjow's fingers are coated in your cum, fucking it back into your wet pussy.

"A-agh. Grimmjow," you pant out, moaning slipping out of your mouth. He knows that you close and he wants nothing more than to help you get to your release.

He grins widely and swirls his tongue around your sensitive, sore clit. You buck your hips up into his face and cry out with pleasure. Cum flushes out from your walls and splashes the wet bedsheets.

Your warm liquid also shoots onto Grimmjow's fingers and his tongue that's been lapping at your core. Grimmjow's tongue runs over your folds and swallows the sweet juice that's leaking out of your pussy.

He gazes at the marks left on your inner thigh and a proud smile forms across his face.

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