Breed Me Daddy Grimmjow.

Coloring of art by Kubo

brat summer never ends

Still experimenting with the drawing technique..

Soy la mal influencia y eso te gustó. Eres niña mala, se nota, mi amor…

(Song: La Diabla – Xavi)

Y’know when I first heard this song, it just screamed the impression of a passionate rebellious figure, unwavering in his devotion to the woman he loves. Despite her more cautious demeanor, it is precisely his fearless nature that captivates her. So one night, it struck me, Grimmjow vibes! Y’know a guy full of fire and passion brimming with fervor and determination, endeavoring to conquer the world for his beloved. As for Nelliel, she finds herself drawn to him like a moth to a flame, embracing the thrill and adventure he brings into her life as he pursues her affection.

I suck at caption so I had to add lyrics XD

This edit also drove me mad because that’s Grimmjow’s arm, but it looks like Nelliel is holding onto him but then it also looks like they’re sitting and she’s leaning on him while he’s chilling slouched over something.

Tamaki is literally my only anime crush 😭 and then you write for him 🫶

Can we have yan Tamaki hcs? I don’t know if you write yan or not

ANYTHING FOR U MILLY!! I have not written yandere before so ill try my best ;3 (sorry if it sucks)

CW: soft yandere?? nothing to crazy just a bit of stalking and sexual fantasies, sub coded Tamaki, praise, and degradation.

First and foremost, this man is the epitome of shy. I mean, seriously, he blends in pretty well, never going out of his way to bring attention to himself. And he totally plays that to his advantage. You'll catch him subtly trailing after you, taking mental notes of your every move, even down to the exact time you do things. He insists it's for your protection, unwilling to acknowledge to himself just how unsettling his behavior is. If you're into coffee, he's got your order and the precise moment you grab it each morning memorized.

And he's definitely strategic about it. Say he knows you tend to stroll over to the library after classes, he'll just happen to "accidentally" cross paths with you during his "routine afternoon jog."

But don't expect him to strike up a conversation just yet. No, instead, he's content to admire you from a distance, pulling all the stops to catch your eye without saying a word.

Oh, and let's talk about compliments. This guy eats those up like candy. Anytime you praise him for his heroics or strength, his elf-like ears turning bright red, stumbling over his words to thank you.

He gets oddly possessive if he catches you chatting with any other guy, especially if it's Mirio. In his mind, he's already picturing you two planning the wedding. But, of course, he's way too timid to voice any of that. Instead, he'll just retreat to a quiet corner, silently brooding, hoping you'll notice he's upset without him having to say a word.

I can just tell physical touch is his weakness. You'll find him "accidentally" bumping into you, using any excuse to press his body against yours just to get by, or letting his hands brush against yours as he hands you something. All those little moments of contact? Yeah, he's definitely not immune to those.

Growing up, he was never one to show much interest in girls. Crushes were foreign to him, until you came along. Your laughter at his silly jokes alone was enough to make his head spin. He craved the rush of dopamine and nerves he felt when he was around you, wanting more with each passing moment. Eventually, he took things too far.

Following you home was undoubtedly one of the most reckless actions he had ever taken, and predictably, he got caught. Even if you did return feelings for him, your initial response would be to scold him for his invasive behavior.

He feels remorseful, tears falling down his red cheeks, but the attention you're suddenly giving him weakens his knees. It's a revelation to him that he also enjoys being degraded by you. Suddenly, all he can think about is you tugging on his long locks and calling him nothing but a toy for your own pleasure.

That is when he starts experiencing wet dreams about you. Humping his pillow in his sleep as he moans your name, along with little gasps and sighs. At the same time, he is wetting his underwear with an embarrassing amount of cum. Never once did he feel so perverted and horny, but he's too caught up in the moment to worry about it.

Ulqui sketch for my bf since it's his bday 🫶 (and yeah his outfit is based on the bleach x tokyo girls collection fit)

when the sun loved the moon ☀️🌙 . ⋆｡°✩.

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