PAUSE ITS ONE OF THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE WE GOT A NEW GRIMMJOW SKETCH FROM KUBOOOOOO

If it were a Soul Reaper who fell for Askin's poison ball trick I'd be a little disappointed in them-- just dodge it, you guys! But Grimmjow 1) does not have a mommy, he was formed out of a gestalt consciousness of hundreds of hollows before forming an independent personality, and 2) is a cat, smacking a ball away out of spite is what they do.

Still experimenting with the drawing technique..

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Smile, the camera is filming you 📷

aizen mete grimmjow

☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. a flicker of a flame.

about. when satoru notices the flicker of cursed energy within your unborn child, he starts to feel the weight and nerves of becoming a father.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, expecting parents, reader is pregnant, hospitals, nerves about being parents, listen idk how gojo’s cursed technique works so here u go >:( canon verse, expecting father!gojo, fem!reader.

“i can see it…like…flickering inside of you.”

satoru carries an expression of intrigue, like a child who’s just discovered a new sensation.

you flip the page of your magazine, not bothering to spare your husband a glance while you instead choose to admire the many strollers and their offers that decorate the page. “don’t be weird, satoru.” you tap a perfectly manicured nail against the one you like most, leaning over to show the item to him.

“but it’s there… like actually there.” the sorcerer replies, keeping his voice low despite the loud ambience of the maternity ward’s waiting room. people crying, people celebrating, families already full of children gathering around to hear more exciting news. “i like that one. it’ll fit in the hallway too. do you want it in grey or in black?”your husband passes you a pen from the depths of your tote bag in his lap, letting you circle the stroller in the magazine so you know to come back to it.

this time, you do him the honours of looking up at him — a fresh glare settled on your glowing features. “satoru gojo please stop referring to our baby as an ‘it’.” you sigh in exhaustion, watching him slump in his seat because you know he hates it when you’re irritated with him. “i thought you were excited about having a baby girl. and the grey one, it goes with your eyes.”

that seems to perk him up enough, earning you a kiss to your cheek that has you smiling like a fool in the nurses office. “sorry, sorry…” satoru starts to coo warmly, a soft tone that’s usually reserved for you and his students. “it’s just that… every time i look at you, i see two vessels of cursed energy instead of one. there’s a flicker of a flame there, right where she would be. it’s blowing my mind.” he points to your bump, nestled away under the layer of his clothing since they’re the only thing that makes you feel comfortable right now.

you close your magazine slowly, fighting the flutter of your heart and the warmth that spreads through your body. you know that your husband is being cautious, overly observant and extremely over protective — being pregnant and having a baby in your line of work was dangerous. scary, even. but you knew that satoru wanted this with you, and you him. that he cared a little too hard or worried slightly too much because while he was the strongest, you’d become every target and every weakness to him.

you and your daughter.

an unborn child who may possibly have the powers of a god among men.

so, instead you tuck away the irritation that comes with your hormones and let your gaze slink over to the large man squished into the abnormally small seat of the waiting room — just to be by your side. “do you need me to explain how pregnancy works, satoru?” you quip and rest your head on your knuckles, just to make him laugh and ease up a little.

a wiry smile starts to tug at the corner of his soft, pink lips. “i’d rather you show me but i think we got the fun part nailed.” gojo’s face splits into a wide grin, making you roll your eyes. “we made her, yanno. she’s alive in there because you’re keeping her safe.”

“and you too, mister six eyes.” you tap his skull, brushing against pure white locks, as gojo leans over you affectionately — probably in demand for a kiss (which you give).

the receptionist calls your family name from the front desk — no doubt to call you in for your neonatal appointment. another set of scans to help confirm your little girl is nice and healthy before you tell the rest of your friends and family later today.

gojo wanted to hand out copies of your scans to everyone at dinner. show off.

but as you stand, satoru goes quiet, offering you his hand as aid. “do you think…do you want…” pressing his lips into a thin line, your husband mulls over his words whilst guiding you down the hall to the doctors office — nodding to the receptionist to thank her as you pass. “i hope she doesn’t have what i have. i wouldn’t wish this burden on anyone.” he looks you straight in the eye, blue eyes piercing your soul. you feel your baby move and kick, forcing you to wonder if she’ll have the same mind blowing eyes as her father. “i hope she’s like you. beautiful and strong and—“

“ours. she’ll be ours and the best parts of both of us. her daddy’s strength, bravery, good looks and her momma’s wits, pretty ‘get me what i want eyes’ and smarts too.” you laugh, bright and loud as you cut gojo off — turning to look at him with a happy smile. “if she turns out like that, the best parts of both of us she’ll be perfect. i’ll love her because you gave her to me, we can figure out the rest later.”

that seems to reassure satoru, who sags in relief by your side as he wraps an arm around you, his large palm splaying across your baby bump. “you’re right, you’re right,” he grins again, feeling her little feet mercilessly kick at his palm. “as long as she’s healthy, we’ll be fine. i love you.”

“we love you too.” you swoon a little too much.

satoru gojo will be a great father, you think, your baby girl is so lucky — she has the strongest daddy in the world and he loves her a little too much already.

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— daddy’s got a bit of a bad habit, grimmjow jaegerjaquez.

contents :: fem!reader, grimmy has a potty mouth, mainly fluff, domestic life, reader has a baby girl w/ grimmjow ! a bit of angst(?)

soleil’s sticky note. the way how my phone still autocorrects my name but not grimmjow’s last name…wtf?

“fuckin’—!”

“stop cursing or i swear to god i’ll put tape over your mouth!”

immediately, grimmjow shuts up with a small glare thrown your way. he knows you’re right for scolding him, but damn does he hate being told what to do. grimmjow tells you every time,

“you’re real fuckin’ lucky that i love you.”

and you are, honestly. because without grimmjow, you’d never have the bundle of joy you’ve been blessed with. grimmjow settles for calling her a little “brat” or “runt”— which you’ve told him to stop multiple times— yet when he’s all alone with her, cradling his little girl close to his chest, he whispers the sweetest little nothings in her ear. she can barely understand what her daddy says at her age, yet every time she smiles or coos at him. it’s that unspoken father-daughter bond between them that you think of fondly every time.

what you don’t think of so fondly is grimmjow’s potty mouth. of course, you love him. you love his voice, his eyes, the way how pouts when you tell him that no, he can’t fight someone just because they didn’t say excuse me— but you’d rather not have your daughter know every curse word in existence before she’s even a year old.

your daughter giggles at her father, seemingly amused by the whole scene. she doesn’t understand a single word, but by the looks of her daddy and mommy, daddy got scolded again. grimmjow turns to her with a sigh, picking her up into his arms with a small smirk.

“you think daddy gettin’ in trouble is funny?” he says, tickling her softly. she laughs at the tickles, moving around in his arms. she’s getting more active each day…it makes his heart ache, in a good way of course. “and you’re still laughin’? you’re hurting daddy’s feelings, ya little brat.”

“grimmjow.” the warning in your voice is clear to him.

“fine, fine! i’m sorry, sheesh.” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. with your daughter still in his arms, he approaches you with a kiss to the cheek as you wash the rest of the dishes. it’s not long until he cuddles up to you with your baby safe in his arms, smiling softly. it’s faint, but you know it’s there.

“can’t believe both my girls ‘r gangin’ up on me.” and the sweet laugh that comes out of your mouth is enough for him to forget about everything else. he’ll let you boss him around all you want just so he can hear it again.

the scene is so sickeningly sweet that it could make him throw up. was this really him? he thought, did he even deserve this after what he’s done? nah, you weren't lucky that he loved you. he was lucky— blessed— that you even tolerated him in the first place. he's realized that the first time you kissed him. he was so empty— no feelings, no emotions, no trust, no love—just the pure desire to fight and survive. barely even able to sleep peacefully like he could in that desolate world. but that’s not his home anymore. no, it’s you and her, a fact that he cherishes everyday. yeah, he was an asshole…he still is, kinda, but he’s changed.

for the better. for you. for her.

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humillándome a mi misma haciendo mariposas que claramente no sé hacer!! pero no importa lo que sea por mi tilín 🤩