naya of all trades

• I have had internet access since I was 9 (and yes, it has left a mark on me)

• I am from 🇸🇰 and I'm currently a university student

• I love cats (I have 5 of them) and cat like characters in media :3

• I am a ⭐🐦‍⬛ main in LADS and I also play Genshin Impact and Infinity Nikki (all on the EU servers)

• Here are some of my favorite characters:

Grimmjow doesn't really understand the concept of periods. He knows the purpose, sure, but the execution of this bodily function is just stupid in his mind.

"Why the hell are you bleedin'? Ain't broken." Were his words back then, giving you that puzzled look that you thought was adorable.

The thought of his body "punishing" him for not procreating is kind of scary, when he thinks about it further. Hollow bodies don't do things like that, they have little cycles of "heat" every now and then but even those aren't painful, he's just horny for a couple of days and that's it, case closed.

But you seem to take your period with a stride, more or less. When you explained that some people have it so bad that they vomit or even faint, Grimmjow wondered what the actual hell was going on with the human body. That's a really bad design. A weak one, you'd get killed in Hueco Mundo so fast, it's ridiculous!

Naturally, he got more protective, if that's even possible.

You'd be resting on the couch or in your bed and suddenly there would be a plus one, your concerned panther partner nuzzling himself against your back, his warm hand cradling your lower stomach. For someone who is technically dead, Grimmjow sure is warm, you can't really explain the physiology behind it. But you're not complaining, it does wonders for your cramps.

And speaking of another thing that is veeeery good for your cramps...

"Quit wigglin'."

Grimmjow murmurs against your folds, nosing at the bloodstained slit like a hungry predator. He can't really help himself, you're just so delicious. And the smell, shit, the smell is so fucking good - he's torn between devouring you and filling you with his cum. He usually does both anyway.

He's meticulous when it comes to eating you out like this. You're resting on your stomach, right over a special herbal pillow that Grimmjow heated up before this, your ass slightly jutting out in that angle he adores. The bed is protected from stains by a large towel so he can feast like the king he is.

And another thing, Grimmjow hates when you're wearing pads or tampons, it does sound ridiculous but hear him out! When you're free bleeding on a towel or wearing those special undies, your taste is just so much better. And he's also certain that the chemicals in those period products aren't doing you any favor either.

"It's better when I can smell just your scent." He grumbles, taking a whiff of that metallic blood and your unique, tangy musk. He moves his thumbs to slightly pull apart your pussy, pupils dilating in pure excitement.

He's sweet at first, gentle, to get you used to the sensation since you're more sensitive than usual. Pressing kisses to your slit, using his lips to put pressure right over the spot where your clit is hiding. Lying right behind you, he could spend hours just like this, between your legs.

"Grimmjow..." You urge him, impatient and unbearably horny. He lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the slight whine in your voice. But he won't be a tease today, won't make you beg for it like he usually would. He'll play nice.

The hot tip of his tongue parts your slit, immediately seeking out the tiny bud of nerves. You squeak, the sudden pleasure making you jerk forward but Grimmjow's grip on your thighs is stronger, not letting you escape even an inch.

He plays with your clit for a moment, letting you grind back into his face as much as you please. His tongue then slips higher, prodding at that tight little hole he loves to stretch out with his cock. That's the spot.

He lets out a groan, eyes closed as he switches between lapping at your clit, licking through your slit and scooping out that mess of your juices and blood to swallow in greedy gulps.

His cock is throbbing in his sweatpants but he pays it no mind, doesn't even grind his hips into the mattress to give himself a bit of relief. No, he's way too busy making out with your bloody pussy.

A suck on your sensitive bud makes you cry out, back arching as you grip the pillow your head was resting on just a moment ago. He's way too good at this, licking into your messy cunt with an obsessive precision.

His face is already a little messy, chin and lips shining a glistening red with a mix of his own spit and your fluids. He takes his time with you, playfully tapping and prodding at your clit to bring you closer to the edge, only to soothe the fire with broad licks of his tongue against your slit, keeping you needy.

He only pulls back to land a warm glob of spit right into your hole, before diving right back in so he can lick and suck it out. Tiny, playful licks make your clit tingle, pussy gushing with a moan.

You feel so good, all the blood from your brain rushing to your pussy makes you squeal in delight.

So, he decides to reward you a bit.

"That feel good?"

"Mhm."

"Yeah? Little pussy is creaming so much, bet it would love a good pounding. I'll give it something big to grip on later."

You moan again, the dirty fantasy of him pounding into you while prone bone make your head spin in the best kind of way.

"Grimm, I'm close-" Your hurried whisper is like music to his ears, his mouth descends on you immediately, determined to make you finish.

He has to hold you down a bit harder, making sure you don't squirm away from this position. Gripping at your thigh, he once again uses a thumb to open up your slit, lapping at your clit at a frenzied pace.

You both moan as your orgasm crashes into you, body tensing while Grimmjow drinks down your juices like a man who hasn't tasted water in days. The taste of your blood is already addictive but combined with that slick? Intoxicating. Your pussy flutters weakly, making him grin. He wipes at his face with his hand before licking all of the messy fluids off it too, not wanting to waste a single drop of something so tasty.

"Greedy little thing." He muses, knowing damn well you're still horny and now that your cramps calmed down, he can slide right home. He pats at your ass gently before moving his palm up the curve of your spine, soothing you.

Propping himself up on one hand, he pulls down at his sweatpants, freeing his heavy cock with a hiss before kicking them off. He's so fucking hard it almost hurts, that little vein running up his shaft pulsing with every beat of his heart.

He spits into his hand, coating his dick with a few impatient strokes.

"Gonna fill you up." He murmurs, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your shoulder as he props himself over you, guiding the tip of his dick to your puffy entrance.

The resistance is minimal, thanks to your first orgasm but still-

"Fuck, tight little cunt." He groans as he bottoms out, your velvety walls gripping his thick dick like they never wanna let him leave. You breathe in and out, willing yourself to relax, making Grimmjow let out a little sigh of pleasure as he settles closer to you, his forearms keeping him from crushing you to the bed.

Not even a minute later and you wiggle a bit, making his eyes widen in slight amusement as you literally try to get him deeper. He lets out a snort.

"Impatient, eh? Take it then." He sneers playfully, pulling back only to slam right in, making you cry out. He sets a punishing pace, fucking into you like an animal claiming his mate. Leaning down to grab at your jaw, he pulls you into a rough kiss while thrusting, making you whine into his mouth.

He's so big, stretching you out so fucking good. He angles his hips a bit to slam his tip into that sensitive little spot inside your walls, the one that makes more juices gush out of your weeping pussy.

He snarls, pulling away from the kiss to use that arm to hold himself up while his other one sneaks down towards your sensitive lower stomach, cupping it to soothe it but also using it to pound even harder into you, making sure you feel every thick inch.

"So good, Grimm! I can't- Mmm, I can't!" You babble, arching your back into his chest as he continues to rearrange your insides. He can't help but thrive on your breathy moans and needy whimpers.

"Can't what, kitty? Can't hold back, 's that it?" He purrs right into your ear, his grin all sharp teeth. But truth be told, he's also close to cumming, the way your little hole is gripping him is just too fucking much.

His thrusts turn even more urgent, sweat clinging to both of you as he chases that high, the sweet sensation of filling you up to the brim with his seed. Sneaking that hand lower from your belly, his skilled fingers dive further to play with your needy clit.

"Fuck! I'm cumming- Grimmjow!" You cry out, fingers gripping your pillow even harder as you let yourself go, the stimulation on your nub pushing you right over the edge. The Arrancar above you can't help but moan too, the way his human's pussy is gushing around his stiff cock is like a damn drug, making him see stars behind closed eyelids.

"I'm gonna fill you up, shit- gonna breed you full. Fuck yes, take it all!" He roars, eyes rolling into the back of his skull as he sinks himself balls deep, thick ropes of milky cum filling your inner walls in warm spurts. His claws come out to play, slightly digging into the mattress but even in his blissed out state, he makes sure to not accidentally cut you down there. He's practically molded himself into you, clawed hand still pressed against your mound as he empties himself inside, until he's shaking slightly.

You two lie boneless together on the bed, the afterglow hitting you both hard. You turn slightly, well, as much as you can with Grimmjow resting on top of you and lift a hand to pet at the side of his face, right over his mask fragment. A tiny purr escapes your partner and you smile, the sound melting your heart.

"Thanks, Grimm." You murmur and he lets out a huff, pushing his face into the back of your neck. To make sure he doesn't suffocate you, he begrudgingly lifts himself up, wanting to pull out-

As soon as he moves back, he spots the mix of fluids now staining his cock and your cute little hole stuffed full of his cum. The little moan you let out as he does so doesn't help his case, at all.

...

"I'm hard again."

Your laughter immediately fills the room and Grimmjow narrows his eyes at you, an impish smirk stretching across his face.

"Keep laughing, see if I won't do somethin' about it."

×××××

Back when you were a freshman in highschool, you used to take nightly walks around the edge of Karakura Town, right by the forest entrance. Urahara used to joke that you liked to go searching for trouble, if it didn't find you first, that is.

Despite the constant threat of Hollow attacks, you wandered about during the nighttime, but never for too long. Sometimes, you'd find an interesting trinket that you then took home or hung around with the neighborhood animals, like the social orange cat whose owner fed the strays that lived around the forest area.

If a Hollow did decide to chase after you, you immediately called Urahara for help or you took it down on your own, depending on its strength and size. You were kind of a Hollow magnet since your reiatsu was higher than the average human's.

It was a pretty peaceful night back then, the moon was full which meant you didn't have to rely on a flashlight or the streetlights that got fewer the closer you moved towards the forest. You stopped as soon as you reached the edge and looked up, admiring the glowing moon above you. Now that you think about it, the lack of critters should've told you that something wasn't exactly right but you were pretty relaxed and let your guard down.

Which worked perfectly in the favor of a rather large Hollow that had been stalking you as soon as you stepped out of the comfort of your home. It moved silently through the shadows, jaw unhinging wide as it got closer and closer. Its eyes were contorted in vile glee at the thought of sinking its teeth into a human, after such a long time of hunting in Hueco Mundo for scraps.

A strange shiver crawled up your spine and that's when you realized something was after you. In the same moment, the large Hollow leapt into the air, its strong legs propelling it forward.

You turned just in time to stare right into it's open jaws, rows of razor sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight as it closed in-

A growl ripped through the air as the larger Hollow was suddenly slammed into, toppling over and away, towards the forest path with a startled whimper. Another Hollow, smaller and faster, closed its jaws around the top of the head of the other one and with a loud crack, its teeth sank into the white bone before it pulled back and ripped the head clean off.

You've never seen a Hollow quite like it - smaller than the usual ones you'd encounter and yet the amount of reiatsu it radiated was overwhelming. You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest, an almost electric current surging through your veins. You'd throw up but the fact that the Hollow was still right there in front of you was kind of preventing you from doing just that, for better or for worse, you weren't sure.

The first word that came to your mind when you took a better look at it (while it was busy tearing its kill apart) was "big cat." Small for a Hollow, sure but large if you compare it to a regular jungle cat.

Getting over your initial shock, you thought to immediately book it, as quietly as possible so you didn't alert the bleached variation of Sher Khan over there. But the second you moved one foot, the murder cat was immediately zeroing its gaze on you, pupils shrinking into slits.

You expected a growl or any sort of aggressive sound before it pounced on you but it just... stood there, pinning you into place with its chilling blue stare.

It moved slowly, deliberately, as if to assess if you were going to do something first. Its long tail whipped behind it, snout flaring and taking in your scent. It moved one large paw forward, letting you know just how much of a disadvantage you were in, that it could move faster than you could blink.

And in your dazed, adrenaline intoxicated state-

"Please go away." Those words escaped your mouth in a pathetic, wheezy tone. You felt like passing out on the spot, tears pricking at your eyes because there was no way you could flee this thing, much less fight it!

The panther stared at you and you briefly wondered if it found your moment of weakness amusing because it paused, tilting its head to the side. You two stared at each other and just when you thought this was your end, it did something unexpected. A huff escaped it, eyes narrowing before it turned around and just... sauntered off. No growl, no nothing. It just left, disappearing into the forest.

To say you sprinted home after that would be an understatement.

××××××

Exactly 3 years later, you two meet again but this time, on his turf. Getting dragged into Las Noches along with Orihime wasn't exactly one of your more pleasant memories but looking back on it now, it also could've gone a lot worse.

Grimmjow recognized you immediately (even though you're none the wiser) he never forgets a scent. You get a pass because the last time you saw him, he was a big ass panther and the only telltale sign of his previous form that still remains on him is his mask fragment.

And to him, despite the fact he did let you go back then, you're still his prey. And because Aizen is an asshole (a very intelligent and sadistic asshole) you also became his burden, for some time - yes, yes, the Sexta Espada also got a babysitting gig. The fact that he had even more in common with Ulquiorra made him nauseous.

While keeping an eye on you, Grimmjow wondered if you were gonna realize that you've met before (and he got a bit pissy because you just... didn't, no matter how many vague and completely unhelpful hints he gave you. Hmph, dumbass human.)

But as strange and even deranged as it might sound, Grimmjow didn't make your short time in Las Noches feel like complete hell, he in fact, made it somehow tolerable. Well, in his own very special Grimmjow way.

He didn't just protect you because Aizen told him to, no, he had to make sure the other Espada knew that this weird little human was his to eventually hunt down. Ichigo would be the main event and you'd be the little cherry on top, or something along those lines. You had to admire his dedication to fighting and being weirdly possessive. However, he was actually fun to talk to and the banter came almost as easy as breathing.

"...you don't actually want Aizen to win." Was your observation after talking to him for a while. Well, "talking", you asked and also had to pry the answers from him because if he couldn't boast or talk shit, he wasn't really interested. He didn't answer your question, just gave you an unreadable look so you dropped it.

But your answer was soon given to you when the battle between him and Ichigo broke out. Of course he doesn't want Aizen to win, that's just not in his nature, to submit to another, be it Aizen or anyone else. Even though you're aware that Grimmjow is not a saint by any means, there was something about watching him like this that was very tragic, much like with the rest of the Hollows. Getting a glimpse of the insecurities and fears that he tries so hard to bury, the same ones that drive him to survive like this, on the rush of adrenaline that can be only obtained by spilling blood.

He'd be furious if he found out you were pitying him like this so you just kept your mouth shut and watched as he and your friend went toe to toe in the artificial sunlight of Las Noches. But with each blow he took and the words that left him, you felt your heart twist inside your ribcage.

Call it whatever you want but when the time came, to go back home and leave him there, to bleed out in the sand... You just couldn't do it. You begged Orihime to save him, to heal him just even a bit so his Arrancar healing factor could do the rest. Of course she agreed, even if she seemed a bit hesitant at first but c'mon, it's Hime, she wouldn't leave you hanging no matter what.

He didn't say a word as he watched you two hover and fuss over him, maybe he just didn't know what to say. And you didn't even blame him, you wouldn't be able to say anything if you were in his shoes either. Accepting help isn't really something that Arrancar do.

No parting words were exchanged. You were certain you'd never see this hotheaded Arrancar ever again. And just like how he didn't know what to say, you didn't know what to feel.

××××××

It feels a bit nostalgic, to trekk through the endless sands of Hueco Mundo like this. The Quincy invasion is certainly new though-

With Ichigo running off to Soul Society, that leaves you, your friends and mentor plus the remaining few Arrancar to deal with the rest of the conflict. Someone is missing in action though and you wonder where he could be, considering fighting tooth and nail is his favorite activity in the world.

The annoying Quincy is going on another rant about his powers and what not but you're not listening, not anymore. The entire group is injured to some degree (and honestly done with the entire situation) but this stubborn sucker just won't go down. You wipe a bit of blood and sweat from your cheek, standing up to the attacker which makes the others give you bewildered looks, ready to protest. But you know exactly what you're doing.

Oh man, if only there was a feral blue haired man with a katana right here-

"Wait!" Urahara yells out but your savior in blue is apparently telepathically connected to you (or you're just incredibly lucky) because the Quincy is suddenly cut in half, his flesh sagging to the sand with a thud.

Your eyes flit to the side, catching the gleam of Pantera as Grimmjow presses it close to your neck.

"Dumbass, what were you even trying to do? I'm the only one who is allowed to kill you or did your pea brain finally stop working and you forgot?" He sneers, pulling Pantera away to grab you by the shirt and pull you closer.

"You're welcome, by the way. We're finally even." He says, a slight smirk gracing his features. That actually makes you snicker and Grimmjow allows it, he's feeling rather generous right now.

"You're late to the action, don't tell me you had more important things to do." You comment with a small smirk, making him huff in amused irritation.

"I don't see how that's any of ya business, shrimp." He retorts, giving you a once-over, blue eyes narrowed.

"Still as dumb and mouthy as ever, huh? Thought humans are supposed to mature with age but I guess that keeps evading you." He mutters and dare you say, you catch a bit of fondness underneath all that snark. But maybe that's just that bit of blood loss talking.

He then turns to glare at Urahara, still holding onto you like you're his emotional support meatbag.

"Now. Talk."

• wrote this while taking a break from studying and low-key, why am I so rusty omg 😔