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what are the chances of grimmjow being much more of a cuddler than he looks due to really enjoying body heat?
he's like that as is—meshing as close as he can get until he's nearly crawling into your skin. if you asked him about it towards the beginning of your relationship, he'd probably scrunch up his nose and want to deny it, but now he just gives you a "so fuckin' what?" before shoving his face into your sternum in some act of indignation.
he seeks you out whether or not he truly means to. he just can't help it.
maybe he missed the closeness of his pack before everything slid sideways. maybe he just hadn't realized how good it would feel to have your warmth bleeding down into his bones. hueco mundo was just as cold as it was unforgiving. it's almost natural instinct to try and huddle around the warmest thing that he can find.
he's like this regardless, but humans especially bewilder him. arrancar run cold as is—being undead and all—but humans? humans radiate heat like some sort of mini flame that he can't quite get enough of.
his favorite is when he can get to you just after you've been in the sun for a while. you're almost deliciously warm and you smell just like the sun that you've been under all day.
making it past the couch is near impossible, and if you manage that, he still stalks and crowds you into your room—trying to get you to the bed and skin-to-skin as soon as possible. maybe his lips twitch a little if you giggle at his efforts, but he stays focused, jumpsuit going unzipped to hang down around his waist and his hands tugging at your shirt.
"grimmjow," you admonish, as if you aren't grinning at him anyway.
"not askin' for that, perv. jus' let me feel."
he purrs himself up a storm once he gets you down into the covers and your bare chest against his. even lets his hierro slip down to its weakest point possible just to greedily take in more of that heat.
he has to actively fight the urge to scoot down and bury his face in against the center of your chest for the millionth time since the two of you have gotten together, but despite his efforts, he'll eventually make his way there regardless.
put your hand in his hair and scratch along his scalp while he does. it'll get him kneading at your sides in contentment. <3
byakuya kuchiki x reader, pre-relationship, set prior to turn back the pendulum. reader is from a noble family. <1k
Of all the places you could be on a day like today, the Gathering of the Nobles wouldn't even be on the bottom of the list. It would be on a separate list titled "Places You Would Never Wish to be Even if the World Was Ending and There Were No Other Options." Your birth didn't allow you such a choice, the Gathering being a required biennial event for nobility, but it didn't stop you from shoving a book between the layers of your robes before departing to the Shihoin Estate with your family.
You had made it five steps onto the pavilion before parents of young nobles approached your sister, all but begging for an introduction to their so-called wonderful child. None of these families would look to you when the heir to your clan was available. That made it easy to sneak away from the crowd and find a seat someplace quiet.
You assessed the immaculate space. Each table was carefully arranged by family rank. That would have placed you somewhere in the middle, you supposed. It might be advantageous to sit down right away. With everyone gathered to the standing room, you'd have a better chance of being ignored.
In the corner of your eye a nobleman and his daughter approached someone you recognized from the Soul Reaper Academy, seated at his table. He probably had the same idea as you, which sadly backfired. You scanned the pavilion for other options.
To your surprise, you spotted who you imagined would be the most sought-after young heir at the Gathering seated by himself on a bench faced outside. Sure, his attitude wasn't the best, but you knew many young noble women here would gain an incredible advantage by marrying into the Kuchiki Clan. He was certainly the most visually appealing of the eligible nobles. Many students at the Academy spoke of Byakuya Kuchiki's looks. He was quite elegant.
Perhaps his rank was too distinguished for anyone to freely approach Byakuya. That would explain the look you received that time you informed a classmate that you had been training Zanjutsu with Byakuya in private.
Nonetheless, a gawk was better than failing in Zanjutsu, and it would certainly beat withstanding the pomp and circumstance of the Gathering. So you crossed the pavilion, narrowly avoiding families and tables alike, and sat down next to him.
You didn't give the young lord a chance to react before you huffed a breath and swiped your book from its hiding place.
"This seems to be the only quiet place here," you said, flipping your book to the spot you left off.
Byakuya didn't reply, but you noticed him in the corner of your eye adjusting his posture and shifting far too much. You lost your place more times than you wished; your field of vision snagging on him like a misprint on the page before you.
"Is there a problem?" You didn't look away from your book as you spoke.
He stilled. "You're going to make me look bad."
"Why," you started playfully, "are you afraid I will ruin your chances of betrothal?"
"I have no interest in frivolous matchmaking," he said immediately, his tone growing clipped. "It's rude to show up to a social event with a book."
You began to swing your legs, fiddling with the open page of your tome. "You should know by now that I don't quite care what these people think of me, Lordling."
The way you carried yourself at the Academy was proof enough. You were even so bold as to pull out "that book of yours" - as Byakuya often called it - during footwork demonstrations. You hardly reacted to the scolding your instructor gave you.
"I have a title to uphold," he said, fighting the impatience in his voice.
You closed your book. "It wouldn't insult me if you asked me to leave."
Byakuya didn't say anything, he simply crossed his arms in annoyance. After a moment you stood, accepting his gruff non-answer, and began to scan the room for another place to escape.
As if they were waiting for your departure, a family shuffled toward the bench, watching Byakuya with interest. You chose to ignore their presence. It wasn't your problem.
Just as your gaze found a cozy-looking spot on the other side of the pavilion, a hand closed itself around your wrist.
"Wait," he said, stopping you. "I'll keep you company." You turned to look at Byakuya in time to watch him puff up his chest. As if he were doing you a favor.
You choked on a laugh. "Are you suggesting you're better company than Human History Volume 4?"
Byakuya's face contorted between vexation and schooled politeness, and you watched, amused.
You wouldn't move from where you stood until he cracked, and at last he did; sighing deeply and looking to you for mercy. "Please?"
Content with his manners, you sat back down and stowed your book away. The observing family turned away in disappointment.
"Very well," you said, crossing your legs as you looked at him eagerly. "Let me tell you about the last chapter I read."
Byakuya stopped himself from rolling his eyes, but listened to your summary carefully, and the two of you debated the topic well into the evening, staving off suitors while you did so. By the time you separated to go home, you mentally moved the Gathering up your list. At least, as long as the young lord would be there.
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