Just Imagine Grimmjow Being Overprotective Of His Kittens Kids 🥹❤️

Commission

I love how whenever you get a mhy comm Honkai's Twitter uses your herrscherofsex tag, so the comments always go "Herrscher of WHAT?!?!?" and descend into chaos.

Thank you for your username's contribution to the community.

hahaha it's always entertaining to me too. honestly never expected for it to become my brand(?) 🥹

sadly it'll likely be the last comm i'll take so mhy won't be able to milk the name anymore

🔞 MDNI | Scary Cat Privileges w/Grimmjow (GN!reader) 🔞

Random HCs on this because it won't leave my head. Grimmy has a gigai in this. Pre-established relationship.

TW: mentions of rough sex, obsession possessiveness, mentions of violence, feline marking

You've heard of scary dog privileges, but imagine having a boyfriend that exudes scary cat privileges. Canines can look frightening, yes, but have you seen cats? They stare down at anyone and anything with murderous intent on their minds. Grimmjow does the exact same thing when he sees or even hears someone or something he doesn't like, or downright hates. This happens often when the two of you are out and about on the streets.

You'd be minding your own business until you hear a slight hiss that's almost confused with a growl, and then you'd notice the way people just steer clear of the two of you as you walk down the street. Grimmjow plays it off as everyone was walking too close to him, but really, they were walking too close to you. Not that he'd ever say that.~

The next time something happens is when he's left you in a store to peruse something that caught his eye, only to return and see some stranger up close and flirting with you. If not for the laws of this land, he'd have slaughtered them where they stood. Instead, he opts to simply butt into the conversation, slinging an arm over your shoulder while his free hand roughly shoves the stranger back. His death-like glare is enough to send them scurrying off.

Speaking of his glare, it's intense, but all you really see when you look at him is an angry cat. You're not sure what he's thinking when he's glaring at someone, but you know it isn't good. You also know he's got a temper, and you don't really question the drops of blood on the ends of his shirt when he comes back to your apartment after being gone for three hours.

You don't even question the way he switches moods when seeing you, growing what you assume to be affectionate when he holds you close and starts rubbing his face into your neck. It's cat-like behavior, you know that, but it surprises you when he takes it further. He marks you. Both with a physical mark for everyone to see, and in an intimate way that makes you know you belong to him. And he's not at all gentle with it, but you can take it. You always do.~

Grimmjow's scary cat tendencies don't stop. He frightens your friends to the point where you have to remind them that he's gentle and doesn't bite, but also get onto him for making your friends feel that way. The man can't help that he's a little jealous, and he damn sure won't admit it if you ever tease him about it.

In conclusion: Grimm is and always will be your scary cat. Your hot, possessive, scary cat.

Merry (late) Christmas, @kitsunenomegami ! I was your secret Santa this year ⛄❄️🎁🎅🎄 Hope you like it!!!

(2 vers bc I couldn't decide 😰)

i just think that them <3

This just reminded me of a fic I read months back and it's the exact same!!! Kazui called him 'kitty' in the fic 😭🫶🫶

grimmjow & kazui

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.