Tamaki Amajiki HCs

So we know Grimmjow would make a pretty terrible boyfriend in lots of ways, but could we have some hcs on benefits to dating him? (Besides getting a deluxe fucking every day, obviously. <3)

Anything for you, bae! <3

Characters: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Contents: Smut, violence, Grimmjow stuff

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Well, we can't really discuss the advantages of dating Grimmjow without mentioning that daily deluxe fucking. It's honestly the top perk, and you are guaranteed that every time that man, Hollow, beast drags your pretty little ass toward him, it's gonna end in sweating, squealing, clawing good sex.

He needs to eat. I don't mean Korean BBQ, I mean eat. His face is between your thighs on the daily. He doesn't have to worry about lockjaw and his tongue is as strong as it is sharp. He gets off on it, so it's not some chore he has to get through before he can get to the pounding. Sometimes it's the appetiser, the palate cleanser, and the dessert, if you catch my drift.

You never have to be afraid of going anywhere again. If you want to walk around at night, Grimmjow is going with you. He prowls beside you in the dark, the lights catching on his eyes and giving off that faint, inhuman sheen that makes anyone looking for an easy target turn and run in the opposite direction. Even if you just want to go to the convenience store, he's following you to menace anyone who so much as breathes in your direction.

You can drink and dance all night, and never worry about your safety or whether some creep is going to bother you. The only one feeling you up on the dancefloor is Grimmjow, his hands on your waist and his mouth on your neck.

Personal space. Kind of? His presence maintains a little bubble of intimidation whenever you're out in public, but that doesn't guarantee you any personal space from Grimmjow himself. He's all over you.

Suddenly, lots of people are treating you so nicely. Whether it's because they're star struck by the model-worthy looks of your new shadow, or because they can feel the sheer killing intent rolling off him. Suddenly you're getting tables at restaurants faster, free dessert, the last seat on the bus, free upgrades, etc.

Is it ethical? No. You're fucking Grimmjow. Do you really care about ethical?

You'll suddenly sleep a lot better, mainly because he insists that you join him when he decides to take his little cat naps. By "insist" I mean that he picks you up and carries you to bed with him. He drapes himself over you, pinning you to the bed by his sheer mass, and falls asleep. Once you're done slapping his back or trying to poke your hand in his Hollow hole, there's really nothing you can do but join him.

Your self esteem will skyrocket. How can it not when you're dating Grimmjow? Just fucking look at the man. He's like a Greek statue come to life, with a little bit of murder added.

Also, he categoricaly won't tolerate anyone badmouthing you. Not even you. No more self-deprecating humour, sorry. The only one allowed to call you weak or dumb is him, and that's only in comparison to himself.

He purrs. Need I say more?

Got any good NSFW headcanons/scenarios for Grimmjow rolling around in your noggin? Thank you for your service to our society!

Yes! Yes I do! I know I’m late for his birthday, but I showed up and I don’t think he gets to ask for more. 😌

Features: SMUT, 18+ content, pain play, blood, kitty bites and scratches brrr, possessive grimmy, gender neutral.

GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ:

He always leave marks. Long scratches that spill blood—deep bruises that take weeks to lighten—solid bites that break skin on impact.

The first appeal is immediate: his violently wrought desire forcing you to react. Flipping you, seeing drying blood smeared over your back from brutal lines dug into your flesh, dilates his pupils. His nails whisper down the broken skin and your pained cries make his cock bob toward his stomach before its heft weighs it down again.

Grimmjow gathers your lower body with the might of his arms and pushes into you, his tongue following the angry, red lines his claws forged. Whether loud or muted, your cries and squirming body urge him to pin you down. To take his claim.

His hands bruise at your hips and the soft give of your stomach, shifting where it best secured his hold. If you attempt to move from under him, he pushes you down with the palm of one hand digging into your savaged back.

He is unrelenting and raw like this, attempting to carve his hold on you with every mark. The rhythm of his thrusting is nonsensical and shallow. His grin is wide when his coaxing works. Whether begging with words or by the desperate push of your ass against each incoming stroke, the useless circling of your hips, it makes him purr.

Falling over your body, his abs tense and shiver, flush against your flesh. The drag of his hard stomach on your ruined back as he deepens each thrust tinges your heady squeezes with a sting. How delicious it feels. To feel him so deep beneath your skin that it pains you.

He presses his teeth, sliding and teasing at your shoulder. The pressure is light, a weight easily missed among the waves of pleasure he’s pounding into you. Even the drool dripping down your skin, from within the cage of his teeth, is lost to you.

Cheek rubbing against your neck, he encourages you, voice raspy. “Ya gonna claim me with that eager little hole or what?”

Aaah yes, you think, melting despite your coiled body.

Because what good is his claim if you don’t return it in kind? There are lines striping his back, if less brutal. And his cock, the thick middle especially, is in the beautiful grip —almost bruising in its intensity.

Limbs shaking with the rising onslaught of pleasure, your mind is filled with him as fully as he covers you. Grimmjow is yours. You possess each other. Only. Always.

His teeth tighten against the thin barrier of your flesh the moment you spill over the edge, your hold molding his cock with you as you choke on the entangling euphoria and pain. Grimmjow sucks and licks at the hot, copper of your blood mindlessly. It flows from teeth marked skin, broken by the force of his pleasure snapping his jaw shut.

The feel of your blood in his mouth is like knowing you—like tasting the heart of you. Your pulse thrums for him and your love, thick and red, is smeared on his lips even before you move to kiss him.

crazy kitty

me projecting my period cramps onto them

But you know, it’s because you asked me that... because I was able to get to know you two here... that I was able to become even stronger.

Happy Birthday to Nejire Hado! 🌀 [10.06]

some teefone nonsense from magma

he was born in a cardboard box all alone

since im a bit burnt-out lately and dont feel like rendering at all - im trying out a new doodle artstyle with grimmulqui... and well, what do i say...

im cringe but im free