There’s Not Enough Short Haired Nejire In This World

There’s not enough short haired Nejire in this world

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Grimmjow JaegerJaquez x Fem! Small! Reader

Synopsis: you were his; his pretty canvas to paint however he liked, and that was how he liked it. Only the best for the King.

A/n: im dead. Died. Gone to heaven. My brain is just a limp little noodle rip i combined four prompts into one to catch up teehee my b

Kinktober: Cum Play, Lingerie, Blood Play, Marking

Warning: Cumplay, Lingerie, Marking, Biting, Blood Play, Mentions of Blood, Graphic Depictions of Blood, Mating Press, Slight Size Kink (reader is smol👉👈), Use of Wh*re, Praise 👏

Author: ScariusAquarius

You were so small compared to him.

Grimmjow was naturally a large man in stature and size; towering over you with ease as his menacing blue eyes took the pretty sight of you in. You were wearing a pretty baby doll--the same color as those dangerous eyes--the once-pretty lace and sheer fabric that had hugged your small body and curves now in bloodied little tatters on the bed sheets below the two of you.

There were teeth marks, cum, bruises, and pretty bloody lines lining your body, tears in those eyes he still wasn't sure if he loved or hated, and Grimmjow smirked as he sunk his cock as deep as he could into you, feeling those wet and gummy walls convulsing and constricting around him as he gripped the back of your knees with those unrelenting hands.

"Look at you, such a pretty fucking whore for me--taking my cock so fucking well."

You whimpered, clutching onto his biceps as he leaned over you, his lips curled to reveal his bloody teeth, and you sniffled as you spoke; voice almost croaking and wheezing as Grimmjow practically folded you in half to fuck himself deep inside of your wet and sopping hole.

"G-Grimm...!"

Grimmjow chuckled, raising his brow as he leaned his torso down, brushing his nose against your cheek and sticking his tongue out to lick up your tears.

"Aw, don't tell me you're gonna tap out...I'm not even finished with you yet."

Your eyes rolled slightly as Grimmjow rolled his hips, his tip kissing your cervix and making you jolt from the pain, and Grimmjow laughed at you before purring into your ear.

"You're gonna keep being good for me....or you can be a brat and whine and fucking complain, I don't really give a shit. I'm getting my fill one way or another, and you're not gonna fucking move until I say otherwise...not unless you want a Cero splitting those fucking legs of yours, and that'd just be a goddamn shame."

There was a slight bit of fear that echoed deep within your teary eyes, tinged your scent, and it made Grimmjow smile. His teeth dug themselves into your shoulder, biting down hard as he moaned and fucked himself deep inside of you, and you whined into his ear.

"Ah, s'too deep! You're too deep! Grimmjow!"

You were sobbing, but you weren't pushing him away. Desperately, you were trying to wrap your arms around him, but Grimmjow was just too big for your little arms to reach all around. You were nuzzling him, your wet nose and cheek brushing against the skin of his jaw and fuck, Grimmjow couldn't help but to sink his teeth deeper into your neck.

Grimmjow couldn't differentiate if he loved you or if he wanted to kill you. Your sounds and your warmth were too nice to just throw away, but you were such a weak and small little thing-the runt of the pack, if you will.

Maybe that's why he liked you.

You couldn't fight back against him even if you wanted to. You knew your place.

"Obedient little whore."

You whined and clutched at him as he pounded into you, fucking your hole harder and making you cry harder. You swore he was literally splitting you in half, ripping you open to bury his whole self in you, but for Grimmjow, you were compliant.

You would do anything for your King.

"M-My King...!"

His ears perked, pupils blowing wide, and Grimmjow sat up a bit, staring down at you with a crazed expression on his face.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you through all your fucking cryin'"

You called out when he slammed his cock all the way in, your back arching and his grip getting so tight that you were sure he was going to break your legs.

"My King!"

Grimmjow purred, low and deep from within his belly, and he smirked. Was it glee, pride, or bloodlust within those eyes-

Those goddamn eyes...

"That's right. Worship me. Give yourself completely to me."

Your walls tightened around him, and Grimmjow furrowed his brow, hissing slightly.

"Fuckin' hell, you like the thought of that, don't you? Dirty fucking whore. What a damn pushover."

In truth, Grimmjow hated pushovers. He hated complacency-people who listened with no reason no rhyme because where was the fight??-and monotony....but you were different. Something made you different.

He was addicted.

"What is it that makes you so damn special, huh? Why can't I just wrap my fucking hands around that tiny little neck and break it? You piss me the fuck off so badly!" But I just cant do it.

Grimmjow leaned down, his movement slowing down, a hand coming down to brush against your swollen and abused clit to help you over the edge as his lips kissed those pretty tears, and he jolted when you finally came all over him.

Wet. Soaking. He could feel it rushing all over him and Grimmjow groaned before pulling out of your pulsing cunt to jerk his cock and cum all over your stomach. You were panting, sweating, so beaten and broken, and Grimmjow licked his lips before beginning to spread his cum all around your body.

Along your thighs, teasing your folds, swiping some along your bloodied tits, you were so pretty for him. Grimmjow panted slightly before he leaned down to brush his lips against yours.

"You gonna keep being a big baby and crying about my dick?"

You wondered if you should even respond, but like an automated response, your hand crawled up his arm towards his hand as he swiped some of his cum over your lips. You suckled obediently, cleaning his fingers before you hummed, in a haze as you splayed your fingers against his.

"I'm not crying about your dick in a bad way."

Grimmjow snorted, watching your hand as you compared the size to his own-and holy fuck, your hands were tiny-and Grimmjow rolled his eyes as he lied next to you, his head propped up with his other hand.

"It's still annoying."

You pouted up at him, and Grimmjow bared his teeth at you before flicking your nose.

"Don't make that damn face at me."

"Don't be such a liar then."

He glared at you before rolling his eyes as you giggled before wincing as you sat up, rubbing your bloody neck.

"Whatever. Tch. Have fun cleaning all that up."

"You could always come join me."

Grimmjow looked at you with a raised brow before smirking.

"Now we're talking. Go on, then. Get yourself ready for me. If you're not ready by the time I get there, you're really gonna fucking regret it."

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tahojiki

1 year ago

Teheheheh finally got the photocards I ordered and ofc I just had to make a cinnamoroll themed one of Grimmjow for my cinnamoroll card holder (＾⁠3⁠＾) also used the same overlay I made for Bronya as well and awgshh my daughter is just sooo precious with that overlay