"Sh-shitt..m'sorry!"

— 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.

Violence!

♡ short hair nejire ♡

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my fave arrancars back on screen in 2024 !!!

Imagine watching true crime with Tamaki and he’s just absolutely terrified. Like he would be cuddled up into your chest hiding his face from the screen whispering about how you could stomach watching these things.

“wh-hy would he do that?” he asks, peeking up at the screen, disbelief and fear clear on his face at the actions of the man. the screen would be showing photos from the case while the interrogators are asking the suspect questions in the background.

you would laugh and explain while twirling the ends of his hair in your fingertips. “he wanted the life insurance and he couldn’t have it while she was alive.”

“that’s so wrong…” he spoke lowly, lightly peeking up from your chest to see the screen again. his lip would curl up in disgust from the way the man would laugh while being interrogated, causing you to smile and push his hair back from his face.

“you’re a hero tamaki! you gotta be able to stomach these things” you laughed out, wrapping your arms around his head, watching him nuzzle into your shoulder, turning his face away from the screen while clawing at your sides for comfort.

“i know bu-but… how could people even d-do that..? you know…get used to hearing this stuff…?” he mumbles out, a deep sigh leaving his lips while slightly shaking his head into your skin.

you let out an exaggerated sigh with a smile plastered on your face and turn to the screen, moving one of your arms to turn off the video and clicking onto a romcom he loved.

“you want me to check under the bed for monsters?” you joke after he excitedly turns his head to the screen and locks his gaze on it.

“oh shush…” a content smile not leaving his lips until he falls asleep.

imagine amajiki being into his hair being pulled. what started out as a way to get his attention if he was distracted turned into a full on kink as whenever you two were having sex, he begged to have his hair pulled. amajiki’s eyes were overflowing with tears, he let out breathless moans every time you bottomed out, your pace unforgiving and quick. “a-ah— you feel so hot, please don’t- hah, stop! fuck me harder!” amajiki swore he saw stars when you firmly grabbed onto his indigo locks and yanked them to make him look at you, “you’ll take what i give you. you’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you tama?” you whispered into his pointed ear, your warm breath against his ear made his hips stutter up against your rough riding. you were an addiction that amajiki never wanted to give up, his back arched when he felt his climax coming close. “uuh! i-i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum, please let me come! pleaseplease—”

“go ahead, my good boy.”

amajiki’s toes curled as he tipped his head back with a load moan, his cock twitches and pumps rope after rope of thick cum inside you. while he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm, he rambles “i love you’s” under his breath. amajiki let out a surprised gasp when he felt your hips grind against his cock again, making him harden instantly and his brain turn into mush. “i still haven’t cum yet, baby. you’ll be a good toy for me, won’t you?” you smirked at his dumb expression, oh how he loves being used by you.

me projecting my period cramps onto them

Grrr predaking,,,,

they're on the way to buy cup noodles

another comfort characters meme

some teefone nonsense from magma