Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape or form own Bleach or it's affiliated characters. I just borrow them from time to time to play with them. If I owned Bleach, it would be a lot different, and to be honest it would probably suck.

A/N:
First time submitting anything here, as well as my first attempts at GrimmIchi anything. I apologize if either of them are out of character, but I tried my best not to mess them up too much. Unfortunately with some of the prompts it was a little hard to keep them in character. Some drabbles in this series may imply a long term relationship, and others will be AU, though a majority of them are likely to be set in the canon universe.

Feel free to suggest a prompt for a drabble, or a plot for a one-shot as I'm always open for ideas. I'm willing to write up to M rating(though I've never written a lemon except in roleplays).

Please be kind with your reviews.

Rating this M since I've got a couple prompts that require the M rating and it would be silly to rate it lower and then change it on everyone who reads it.

Prompt: First Kiss

Their first kiss was anything but expected.

They'd been engaged in yet another vicious battle, swords locked in a stalemate, and two pairs of eyes glaring challenge at each other. This was normal. Hell, this was so normal that had it been any different, Ichigo probably would have been worried.

He SHOULD have been worried. There was an unusual gleam in the arrancar's blue eyes. Something hot and sharp like a fire warmed blade. Unfortunately, Ichigo didn't have the chance to puzzle out that strangeness.

With a quick movement, Grimmjow spun then and slammed the visored against a nearby wall. Ichigo's eyes slammed shut, a grunt escaping from the impact. Then his eyes flew open at the touch of something warm and soft pressing against his mouth. Brown eyes met blue, the former filled with shock and confusion while the latter was shimmering with amusement and heat.

Pulling away, the arrancar licked his bottom lip, savoring the lingering taste of the visored on his skin and smirking as the action drew an involuntary blush to the boy's cheeks.

Ichigo finally found his voice. "Wh-what the hell?"

"What? You don't know what a kiss is shinigami?" Grimmjow taunted, mouth pulled into that familiar sharp tooth grin.

Brown eyes narrowed. "I know what the hell a kiss is! Just... Why the hell did you kiss me just now?"

The arrancar just shrugged. "Felt like it." Then he swooped in, initiating another joining of mouths. Just one of many they would share through the years to come.

Prompt: I'm Here

Sometimes Grimmjow would wake in the middle of the night with Ichigo curling into his side, the visored muttering his name in his sleep with his brows creased with tension. Each time this happened Grimmjow would tighten his grasp on the boy, and tuck that carrot hued head under his chin while whispering reassurances.

Ichigo would always awaken just enough to hear the soft "I'm here Ichi, I'm right here" before allowing himself to drift back to sleep.

Prompt: Wrong

Ichigo curled closer into the strong arms wrapped around him, a contented sigh loosing itself from his throat. The sweat was still cooling in his skin, and he was sticky in places that he normally wouldn't want to think about, but for the moment he was quietly happy. He squirmed a little as a hot huffing breath blew across his nape, his bed partner drawing him gently closer even as rough bone scraped across his shoulder. 'Who knew that the blue haired arrancar would be a cuddler when sleeping.'

He knew this was wrong, but so be it. If it was wrong, he didn't want to be right.