⚝ sum: living alone as a student can be hard these days, especially being completely on your own. so you decided to become an webcam girl, meeting the mysterious user named „Loverman69“ who was your biggest supporter. Is he by any chance just an hot guy with an little secret or just an old pervert creep?
⚝ warnings: fem!reader, ghostface mask, smut content, explicit language & dirty talk, toy using, masturbation, rough double penetrating masturbation, toys in p&a, squirting, ejaculation, secret admirer, lunatic stalker, obsession & possession, madness, mention of blood
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Sitting right before your webcam on your gaming chair in nothing but some black thigh highs and some sexy lace panties, as you began to play teasingly with your clothed wet core. Your pretty boobs are on bare display to wherever was watching you at the very moment. You had become a webcam bunny, trying to pay your expensive student loans. It was kind of humiliating but also exciting at the same time, to get so much money and attention just for some pervert old guys to jerk off to your streams or private videos.
One Man has particularly catched your personal attention, Loverman69. What an stupid cliche Username you thought in your head, but the amount of money he was paying you for your private videos were enormous. It started with an simple request such as doing an mundane but sensual striptease just for him. After some time the requests from him grew more bolder and a bit more risky. Asking you to pleasure yourself with some cute little toys, wanting to see you ride a massive dildo while you moaned sensually „Loverman“ into the camera. His Identity was an pure mystery to you, as the only thing you knew about him were his sexual preferences. Atleast in the private videos he requested from you, you knew he loved it rough and wild. Seeing how you loose yourself while roughly bouncing up & down on a monstrous dildo and at the same time messily sucking on another chunky dildo, like your damn life depended on it. It kinda did, sort of.
Today you were doing a private videochat with him for the first time ever, of course he payed you amazingly good for that extra privilege. As he turned on his webcam you could see his screen was totally black, showing only the outline of his seemingly bulky muscular frame, his face hiding behind a Ghostface mask. Here you thought he’s just an old creepy guy but it seemed like he had fooled you. Just looking at him from your perspective and what he was revealing to you, looked definitely promising. Not that you would act on it though, gotta remain professional.
„What do you want to see from me today, Baby?“ you asked in your sensual velvety voice, staring right into the camera while sitting in nothing but an red silken but skimpy lingerie set he told you to buy with his money. A deep rumbling chuckle escaped him through the screen as he leaned comfortably back in his chair.
„I have an different request for you today doll. It’s a bit more risky though. Are you sure you wanna hear it or do you wanna back down?“
A cold shiver run down your spine at his deep masculine voice, but who also sounded oddly familiar as you stared right back at him through the screen. Trying to catch a glimpse from his eyes from underneath the Ghostface mask, you failed and decided to just forget about that familiar feeling that maybe you could know him. „You know I’ll do anything you ask me to do baby. As long as it’s not some nasty stuff like peeing infront of you.“ An amused laugh escaped your lips at your own words, getting an rough chuckle in response to your bold statement.
„Nah, just want to see how you fuck yourself with the dildo you brought from my last money.. and maybe you could use another toy for your pretty ass aswell? Let’s call it a little double penetration just for my eyes only“.
His words left his lips like pure honey but with an sick perverse undertone and for a moment you could feel your knees grow weak at this mysterious man his words. Thinking for a moment about his nasty request about an double penetrating masturbation, you finally nodded in agreement.
„Fine will do, you will get to see how I fuck both my pussy and my ass but.. I do have an request aswell my dear Loverman69. Would you show me your face? I want to see who that man is who pays an amount of money just to watch me unwind“. An rough amused laugh echoed from your laptop, as he contemplated your bold words and the deal you made him.
„First gimme a hell of a show baby. And then I’ll maybe think about it. Only if you make me cum tho with your wonderful little show.“
You accepted this as an challenge, taking your laptop and positioning it on your shelf so he would get an perfect perspective. Gracefully you crawled on your silky sheets, wriggling your pretty ass right infront of the webcam for him and rubbing your soaked core over your clothed panties.
You could hear an satisfied hum and the unbuckling of his belt as he freed his cock to your eyes. You never saw his cock before but god damn was the sight impressive. It was massive and thick as hell, veiny and throbbing already with his precum. Your body shivered aroused at the sight and you gently slid off your panties, giving him an perfect view of your soaking wet cunt and your tight asshole. Slowly pushing two fingers past your entrance, sliding your digits deep inside of your warm tight walls. A low but deep growl escaped him as he began to stroke his monstrous length with his strong veiny hand watching you in total amazement.
„Good girl.. but come on show me more. You can do better than that sweetcheeks.“
You instantly obeyed his command and grabbed the pink dildo from your nightstand as you laid on your back, spreading your legs right infront of the camera. Slowly rubbing the vibrating dildo over your slick folds teasingly, wanting to gift him an amazing show he‘ll never forget. Carefully you pushed the dildo into your prepped pussy, sliding it deeper and deeper towards your sensitive cervix. He watches lustfully how you slowly began to fuck your pretty little cunt with the silicone dildo, increasing the speed from time to time. Your small hand came up to cup your chest, playing and stroking over your stiffened little peaks while fucking the dildo even rougher inside of your womb. You could hear the wet noises filling the room, thinking it would come from your pussy, but as you took a quick look at your laptop, you could make out the lewd stroking noises coming out from your screen. Seeing him so undone and fucking his own rough hand just because of you, spurned yourself even more on. You began to slam the dildo roughly in and out of your wet puffy cunt, your other hand grabbing another dildo slowly but deeply inserting it into your tight asshole.
„Fuck, you like this Baby? Like how I double fuck myself just for you hm? Take a good look, I have an little surprise for you.“ His interest was piqued and he began to stroke his hard length even faster, slippery wet sounds to be heard from your laptop.
„An surprise you say? Then show me what you have up in your sleeve baby.. Just a little bit more and my dick is ready to burst damn. Looking so good double fucking your little holes for me“.
Fucking the dildos roughly inside of your both holes, was an complete new experience but damn it was amazing and fucking intense. Your pretty mouth escaped heavy breathless moans as you pushed the vibrating dildo deeper inside of your cunt, until it pushed right against your cervix making you see stars right before your eyes. Your other hand idly and sloppily thrusted the toy in and out of your tight asshole, stretching you nice and widely just for him. His eyes were glued and focused solely on you, watching how you pleasured yourself and how beautiful you looked right now. Every penny he was spending on you, was totally worthy for him. Especially when he gets such an amazing show from you.
As you felt an big pool of heat right inside of your belly, you knew you were almost on the edge to break and from the sounds he was making, he also was fucking close. With two intense but deep thrusts right into your ass and cunt, who made you feel absolutely dizzy and in a haze of pure ecstasy, you pulled the toys out of your soaked pussy and tight asshole with an loud pop, as your release gushed all over you even splashing your juices right on the webcam. An loud but breathless moan escaped your lips, as you squirted all of your release out and took a look at the camera to see him shooting his own load of cum right on his webcam and over his big still stroking hand.
As you both slowly came down from your intense orgasm, you carefully sat up on the bed reaching for your laptop. Panting heavily and letting out an sensually chuckle you looked at him through the camera with an cocky smirk.
„Did you enjoy my little surprise? I discovered the last day that if I double pleasure myself, I can squirt like a damn pornstar. Even splashed it all over the webcam and you also don’t look better yourself, totally cum coated“.
He laughed deeply in his throat, showing you his sticky cum coated but veiny sexy hand. „Guilty as charged. You gave me an hell of a show doll, seeing you stretch out your pretty ass just for me? Not gonna lie that was fucking beautiful and hot. But since you made me cum this hard I guess it’s only fair if i keep my word. Still wanna see my face?“
Your head nodded eagerly and your lips curled up into an smile at his praising words and the fact that he was revealing himself to you. „I would love to see who is behind that mask and that stupid username Loverman69. I thought you are just an old creep but to be honest I think that’s not exactly the truth.“ you whispered seductively and your eyes roamed appreciatively over his bulky frame.
„What if you don’t like what you see doll? Maybe I am someone you know and it ends badly for the both of us.“ He said with that usual deep gravely tone and the words he spoke made you really think again about the fact, that his voice sounded familiar and your gut was telling you that you knew him. But the Curiosity inside of you brushed it simply off.
„Even if so, the money you send me for my videos is so helpful. You have supported me so much in this hard time and it was an pleasure to make you cum every time cause of me. It’s only fair that I see the face of my wonderful Hero.“ Your words left your lips like an sweet prayer, showing your gratitude and interest for him.
He couldn’t help himself but chuckle deeply in his chest, his clean hand reaching up to pull the Ghostface mask over his head revealing finally his real identity to you. To say you were shocked at least was an understatement. Who the hell sat infront of you? None other than your secret admirer aka psychotic crazy stalker Zaraki Kenpachi.
How could you be this fucking stupid? Not recognizing his menacingly sinister voice or anything else even though your gut was telling you something was wrong all the time. You just had put two months ago an interim injunction towards him, as he was stalking you like crazy wherever you did go, sending you tons of inappropriate gifts and horrific handwritten loveletters in his own blood. He had turned the tables on you, finding your secret webcam side and becoming your top viewer and sort of Sugardaddy. Just to have you close to him again, as his sickening desire and love for you was so strong and crazy, it bordered on possessive obsession and total madness.
He noticed your shocked expression, the pieces finally getting together in your pretty head after all these months he had tricked you. Seeing that you were being totally lost for words and scared as hell but maybe also even deeply aroused, he finally spoke up in a deep menacingly tone, letting out a low manic laugh.
„Told ya, it would end badly for the both of us. But I also told you two months ago no matter what you do, no matter where you are, you will never get rid of me. You and me Doll, we belong together even if you didn’t fully realized yet. Now that I have you again in my grasp and u know I do, I won’t ever let you go. But I am not even entirely sure if you even want me to go again or to stay this time“?
His words were sinister and filled with an huge amount of sick obsession and lunatic wicked desire towards you, it was maddening but damn it was hot as hell. Zaraki shoots you one last lingering cocky smirk on his handsome bastard face, before you slammed the laptop with brutal force shut and also threw your webcam at the hard wall, shattering it into tiny pieces knowing he probably also watched you at any fucking daytime he wanted too, seeing everything you had done right on the camera. An loud and scared agonizing scream echoed through the stillness of your room and one single thought shot right into your mind.
„Is this the worst nightmare ever or just the most desired dream of my life?“
A/N: My Smut writing days are behind me, I will happily stay in my lane of writing down bad and slightly horny fics but I am not a talented smut writer. To be honest I had planned to write for all 5 characters I was given but I played Mouthwashing at the start of the month and I have been physically unable to have a smutty thought since. Sorry to Aizen and Shunsui who's plotted out fics were binned ( I might get around to continuing the grimmjow fic I started but I physically could not finish it in time cause I am in crisis or something)
This is my Kinky Santa (@bleachsmutfest) gift for @kenpachissluut my fellow bleach smau writer (if anyone is looking for more bleach smau go check them out!!)
Kenpachi with the breeding kink, and Renji with orgasm control. Hope you enjoy!! sorry it's so late :(
@kryptoniteforsale Suuurrrprrriiiiisssseeeeee!!! It is me, your Kinky Santa! I come bearing gifts, yes gifts, plural, wink wink ;) I give you Shuhei x Reader x Grimmjow + Halloween Night!!! @bleachsmutfest
Warnings: alcohol, explicit language, smut, a dash of public sex, threesome, handcuffs, biting, spanking, anal, double penetration, oral, sensory deprivation (blindfold), unprotected sex
Word Count: 12.4K (hope you don’t mind I got a little carried away here)
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It was always on the nights you weren't looking for trouble that it found you, like a moth, or rather in this case, moths, to a flame.
The night had divulged into chaos, as it often did in your circle, and with the tricks-and-treats holiday, the disarray only intensified. Amongst the flurry of costumes and lights and sweaty bodies, one friend had too much to drink and gone home sick, another was off in another direction, following a lover to a different bar, this one cranky over an ex, that one off in another world entirely, dancing the night away. And as for you…
You needed another drink.
Different characters and creatures crowded around the bar, as thirsty as you had been. You snuck and shoved your way through, determined to refuel and hit the dance floor again. The mission was a near success as you caught a glimpse of the bartender over a few shoulders, so close, yet so far. Just a few more bodies to get past and you’d be home free. That was until the ones directly in front of you spun around to leave with their drinks, one of them knocking into you and some of their beer spilling down your cleavage in the process.
It was a cop. Obviously, not a real one, but he and his posse were dressed up as them - uniforms, badges, handcuffs.
He flinched, an apology sputtering out of his mouth like a reflex. “Whoa, sorry-”
"You spilled your drink on me," you stated monotonously, staring at him with a poker face, playing your own little trick in the spirit of the evening.
Of course, you hadn’t actually been mad or bothered in the slightest by his accident. It was crowded, and shit happened, nevermind that it was only a drip he spilled. But getting a reaction and watching him squirm could be fun.
His personality seemed at odds with his look - dark hair, face tattoos that looked real enough, scars and alternative jewelry opposing his fake, orderly uniform, but he panicked and stammered and his eyes went wide at the sight of your potential offense, in a hurry to correct his mistake. "Oh. Yeah. I'm - I'm really sorry about that. Can I-"
"You have to give me a drink of it," you interrupted, suppressing a smile as you strained to keep that same, impassive expression.
The cop froze, waiting for another trick or perhaps processing your words, trying to make sure he heard you right under the blaring music. When you continued to stare, a smile ever-so-slighty twitching at the corner of your lips, he smiled too, easing into your playfulness and lifting his beer to your lips, tilting it back to allow you a sip.
For your next trick, you wanted him to see what you looked like sucking on something. You took a generous gulp, not because you liked beer, but because you were starting to find him attractive.
"You like it?" He asked when you lifted your head again.
You wiped a drop that had missed your mouth and dribbled down your chin, grinning. "Not really."
He chuckled, his eyes following the movement before settling on yours again. "Can I buy you something better, then?"
Hook, line, and sinker. You may as well have been the cop, because he was under arrest. "Sure."
“Hey, Shuhei!” One of his fellow cop friends reappeared, red hair and more face tattoos, realizing a member of his squad hadn’t followed them back out onto the floor. “What are you doing?” He shot you a curious glance, and your black-haired cop a follow-up questioning look.
Something seemed to pass silently between them before he inched closer to you, his hand ghosting over the small of your back. “Go on without me. I’ll meet you guys later.”
The redhead smirked, his eyes darting between the pair of you. “Oh, I see.” He smacked your cop on the back proudly, remarking “have fun, big guy,” before disappearing back into the crowd.
Shuhei laughed it off, shaking his head. You followed him back to the bar he came from with his hand on your back, a gentle guidance to keep you close.
"So, what'll it be?" He asked.
You confidently gave him your usual order, smiling victoriously as you leaned in closer, your lips inches from his ear purring, “thank you, by the way."
"It's the least I could do.” He had a handsome smile, sweet, tender. It made you all the more curious about those tattoos on his face, about what else there was for you to discover. “So...what's your name?"
"(Y/N). And you’re Shuhei, right?"
"Right."
You reached out to shake his hand, anything to see him chuckle and flash that pretty smile of his again. "Nice to meet you, Shuhei."
He grabbed your hand and shook it, chuckling lightly at the traditional gesture. Success. "Yeah - yeah you too.”
"You always dump your drinks on girls?" You teased him, pushing his buttons, keeping him on his toes.
"Only the pretty ones,” he commented flirtatiously, immediately backtracking when your eyes widened at him. “I mean - it really was an accident. I hope I didn't ruin any-"
"I'm just giving you a hard time,” you giggled at him, his proclivity for nervousness endearing. “But I'm glad to know you think I'm pretty. I think you're pretty too. Pretty handsome," you complimented, growing shy as the bold words left your lips.
He smiled and looked down at his drink. Now the both of you were shy, blushing fools, feeling each other out, tricking, experimenting.
You hurried to fill the ensuing silence, a nervous habit. "They're taking awhile with my drink, huh? You'd better give me some more of yours."
Shuhei looked at you again, playfully scoffing at your audacity. "I thought you didn't like it?"
"Yeah.” You shrugged, feigning innocence. “But I like when you take care of me."
You hadn’t needed to say any more than that. Shuhei gladly took care of you, not even letting you grab the glass for yourself. He lifted the bottle to your lips again, watching you press your lips to the top, taking another sip of the liquid you didn’t care for, but it hadn’t mattered because it was his and he was giving it to you.
The bartender interrupted your little show, finally returning with your drink and taking Shuhei’s name for the tab. You both flushed like you’d been caught, and you again hurried to put a stop to the awkward moment, lifting your drink and offering it to him.
"You want some? It's only fair."
"Sure.” Shuhei grabbed it from you, taking a small sip before handing it back. “Not bad." He nodded.
You grinned, excited for what awaited the two of you. You hadn’t expected to go for a small drink and to come back with that and a tall glass of water.
You reached for that glass’ bicep, curling your hand around it and acting oblivious to his slightly-panicked expression and the muscles that hastily flexed beneath your touch. "Go on,” you nodded towards the floor away from the bar, “take me away."
Regaining his composure, he smiled, pulling you closer. "Alright. Stay close to me."
"Why, so you can spill on me again?" You joked as he began to pull the two of you along.
"I'll never hear the end of that, will I?" He laughed over the music.
"Nope." You grinned wickedly, in the end, glad that he had spilled on you.
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You didn’t take him for the dancing type, and he seemingly confirmed that theory by tucking the both of you into a corner booth, away from the swaying sea of bodies, not that you minded. Away in a dark corner, far from prying eyes, seemed exactly the spot the two of you ought to be.
"Soooo…” You swirled your straw around in your drink, batting your lashes, smiling mischievously. “You're supposed to be a cop?"
Shuhei averted his gaze, hanging his head abashedly. "Yeah, it's stupid. I know. It was my friend's idea." He scratched the back of his neck.
"It's hot at least.” You shrugged, sipping your drink casually as you observed every little unique, handsome detail and the way your compliments made him get all flustered. “What does your tattoo mean?"
"Oh, this?” He pointed to the numbers decorating his cheek, continuing when you nodded. “It's just something I picked up from someone I admire…" He smiled to himself, a smile that had your stomach bubbling with jealousy, wondering who exactly that someone was.
"Someone you 69'ed with?" You teased, a bit of that envy trickling into your tone, though he didn't seem to notice.
"No!” He laughed and shook his head at you disapprovingly. “You're pretty naughty, aren’t you?"
A surprised and affronted blush crept onto your cheeks. "I'm not naughty! Something like that, it's easy for people to get the wrong idea about you!” You defended, unable to contain your laughter at being busted for your perverseness.
"An idea like what?" Shuhei challenged, raising an eyebrow.
The way he looked at you made butterflies flutter nervously in your chest and stomach. Naughty. You bit your lip and averted your gaze, feeling impossibly more perverted.
"That you're an edgy pervert,” you projected.
“Is that right?” He observed you closely. "Well, that certainly didn't scare you off, did it?"
He had you there. You refused to admit it aloud, that the ‘edgy pervert’ look lured you in. But you didn't need to. You were the one who sipped from his drink in the first place, after all.
"Anyways,” he filled the silence. “It's a thing from a sort of mentor figure. Not perverted,” he affirmed, smiling teasingly at you.
"You're all kinds of tatted and scarred up,” you commented while your eyes wandered his marked face, mesmerized. “From the looks of it, I was expecting you to be a little more…” you searched for the right phrasing, “rough around the edges."
"Is that your type?" He questioned, tilting his head at you.
He may have looked it, but in the short amount of time that you’d spent with him, you already knew that definitely wasn’t him, too sweet and soft for his own good. “Nah,” you humored him, taking a slow sip from your glass while he watched.
"Then what is your type?" He looked at your lips, then back up at your eyes expectantly.
You giggled knowingly before taking a moment to compose your thoughts, deciding to relinquish the tricks and give him something genuine this time. "I don't think I really have one,” you told him. “I think every person has something that makes them special, and as long as they know what that is and they own it, whatever it may be, that's what makes a person attractive."
Shuhei nodded slowly at you, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile you couldn’t read - satisfaction? Amusement?
“Sorry, that probably didn’t make any sense,” you laughed nervously, letting some of your composure slip through the cracks under his intense, dark gaze.
“No, no,” he quickly assured, shaking his head. “I understand. I think it's sweet,” he admitted bashfully.
You’d become bashful too, deflecting the question onto him with your usual air of mischief to save face. "Do you have a type? And by the way, if you don't say me or give a description that's exactly like me, you're dead to me."
"It's you, obviously,” he responded immediately, smiling ear to ear. “Only you."
"Aww you mean it?" You tilted your head and batted your lashes dramatically, relishing in the way he laughed at your antics.
Somewhere between now and when you first sat down, you'd gotten closer, your thighs bumping against one another under the table, your crossed leg practically entwined with his. There was something beautiful about these kinds of nights, nights full of tricks and surprises and strangers, strangers who were just individuals you hadn't gotten to know yet. Shuhei had no idea of the existential thoughts swarming your mind with him at the center, tonight's stranger turned friend, or maybe something else. You often spent so much of your life trying to come prepared, to have a plan, setting expectations that were never to be met, and then nights like this, men like Shuhei, came along. They thwarted your plans in the most magical of ways - spilling drinks, injecting chaos and spontaneity into your world. And they reminded you to be proud of the fire that you are. While some fear the heat, and some get burnt, others follow the light, your light. As the flames danced along him now, Shuhei did not fear. He pressed closer and he stared into the light, as if there existed only him and you.
Until his red-haired friend came back around.
You hadn’t caught what he said to Shuhei, only Shuhei’s hand gripping your thigh protectively and his flat response, “I'm busy."
“It’s Izuru,” his friend pressed on. “I can’t leave Rukia, and someone has to take him home. He’s trashed.”
You watched Shuhei, watched his expression shift from irritation, to concern, to frustration. “Damn him…” he cursed under his breath, sighing deeply as he lifted his police cap to run a hand through his black hair.
"C'mon,” his friend smirked. “You can come right back to your girl after," he laughed mockingly.
Shuhei shot you an apologetic look before standing, sidling out of the booth, the beverage he’d dripped onto you, the one that started it all, in hand. You had run out of witty things to say as you helplessly watched him go. The spontaneity you had been so grateful for moments earlier turned into a hideous force, a force that threatened to transform Shuhei back into a stranger just as quickly as he had become someone you wanted to know. Bitterly, you let this moth slip through your fingers, knowing better than to cling desperately to a man you just met, especially if he was keen on disappearing like nothing ever happened, glad to become a stranger once more.
But just before he left, he turned to you, standing at the edge of the booth. He hesitated, seemingly searching for the right thing to say.
"You're under no obligation to wait for me..."
Obligation. Of course, you'd been strangers. He wouldn't expect a stranger to stay, to wait alone. That would not be according to either of your plans or expectations.
But you knew his name and he knew yours, and you'd decided to renounce sticking to expectations and plans and norms for the night, even if you had to do it alone. "But I will, Shuhei." You smiled at him, no more mischief, no more tricks, for now. “Go ahead. I'll be here."
Shuhei hesitated one last time, and you had an inkling that you both felt the same way, that you had the same fear - I’ll never see them again. As you had let the chaos of the night unfold in your favor, you could only wait and hope that it would continue to do so. Acting out of fear never did you any good. You refused to dull your flame.
He seemed at war with himself, trying to decide on something. His friend impatiently urged him to “c’moooon,” again, and he nodded once at you, turning away for good this time, leaving.
“Please come back, edgy pervert,” you whispered after him, making yourself smile. Though you meant it, truly. “Don’t be a stranger.”
Alone again, you instinctively reached for your phone, checking to see if any of your friends had resurfaced. You had no notifications, typical.
Nothing to do on there, you set the device down, sipping your drink and curiously scanning your surroundings you’d been neglecting, too preoccupied with the handsome man in front of you. You pondered your next move and found yourself daydreaming about Shuhei, questioning how long you'd wait before giving up on him, though hoping he wouldn't put you in that situation. You mentally kicked yourself for not asking for his number, something, anything, too busy contemplating the nature of the night. The less secure part of yourself began to work up hurtful theories, wondering if that had been his plan all along, to play it nice and humor you, just to get his friend to help him slip away, never to return again. After all, he hadn’t asked for your number either.
You found yourself guzzling your drink down and anxiously checking the time every few minutes, feeling more and more like an abandoned loser as each second passed. Forcing yourself to breathe, to not jump to conclusions, you looked around at the senses Shuhei had dulled, at the bright lights and costumed community. You tapped your foot to the beat of the music, remembering who you were again, your boundaries and what you valued, your fire. You intended to have fun tonight, even if he never came back.
So lost in your thoughts, you hardly noticed the two new men inviting themselves into your booth until it was too late. One on either side, they effectively trapped you in, and like a cornered animal, in the way a woman always knows, you could tell these guys were nothing like your sweet Shuhei, but strangers you were not hoping to become acquainted with.
“Hey there,” the one to your left started, instantly invading your personal space in a way that made your skin crawl. “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but I’ve been watching you, and I think you’re beautiful.” You jumped when he grabbed your hand, inspecting your fingers. “And I don’t see a ring - no husband or wife. What’s a beautiful girl like you doing here all alone?”
“Oh,” you laughed uncomfortably, pulling your hand away and tucking it into your chest, curling in on yourself. “I’m waiting for someone, actually.”
You hated the way they immediately made you feel small, afraid, pathetic, like they knew Shuhei would never come back and that they were free to do whatever they wanted with you, to you, dousing your flames. Instinctively, you reached for your phone, pulling it into your lap, preparing to sneak a text to your absent friends, a cry for help, if need be.
“That's alright,” the same man continued, grinning proudly like he was doing you a favor. “We can keep you company until they get back.”
“You’ll have to excuse my friend.” The man to your right nudged you, leaning in when you looked his way. “He’s got no idea how to talk to women.”
That makes two of you, you thought.
“And you do?” His friend scoffed.
“Look at her.” He gestured to your figure, and your body knowingly responded by sending a chill down your spine. “She’s practically getting into my lap just to get away from you.” You wanted to vomit, subtly leaning away when he leaned in even closer, so close you could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Cute costume, by the way. What’s it supposed to be?”
You took a deep breath, willing yourself to relax, refusing to be scared off by a pair of creeps. Let them get burnt. Lifting your glass, you took your time with responding, slowly finishing off your drink before slamming it back down onto the table to give a short reply.
“It’s an anime character.”
“Oh.” He raised his eyebrows in a way that indicated he had no idea what you were talking about, but that he’d pretend to anyway. “Which one?”
“You probably don't know it,” came another short reply.
“Try me,” he challenged, nudging you again.
The tiniest amount of physical contact had your insides twisting with hatred, wondering just who the hell he thought he was to be touching you like that. You not-so-subtly checked your phone, looking at the time, wondering how long it’d be before Shuhei returned, if he did. Selfishly, you wished he’d show up any second, find these dudes, and tell them to piss off, but the more rational part of yourself reminded you that’s not how these situations usually turn out. Rarely ever did someone else come to your rescue. You were your own savior.
You could leave, tell them you needed another drink, but the less rational part of yourself worried what would happen if Shuhei did return. If you chickened out now, you may never see him again. Decisions, decisions. Where will the night take me next?
“Take a hint, dude,” the guy to your left laughed meanly at his friend. “She likes me better.”
“Yeah, sure.”
They seemed to be having a who’s-more-delusional contest, one you weren’t enjoying being in the center of. Your body flinched and twitched with the desire to escape, and you mentally began to weigh your options, the risk of never seeing Shuhei again or the risk of one of these losers pushing you over the edge.
“You look thirsty,” the one to your left suggestively joked, pointing at your empty glass.
Like hell I’d let you buy me a drink. “I’m fine,” you answered swiftly, monotonously.
“You sure?” The one to your right raised an eyebrow. “I’d love to buy you a drink.”
The one to your left scoffed again. “Didn’t I tell you to take a hint?”
“Were you bums born yesterday?”
The three of you looked up, a new man entered into the equation. One glance, and in the other way a woman always knows, this was a stranger you were hoping to become acquainted with. Not quite a white knight, but you decided you liked whatever he had going on better anyway. The night continuously tricked you, pivoting in one direction and then back in the other. Someone else had come to your rescue after all, no need to be your own savior this time.
He wore a black toga, clipped in place with a skull, that hardly left anything to the imagination, his broad chest, muscled arms and chiseled abs on near-full display. Under the erratic lights, his electric blue hair still stood out proudly, as exciting and feral-looking as the rest of him. Shuhei may not have been the rough-around-the-edges type he looked, but one look at this guy, at the way he stood and smirked like he owned the place, and you knew - he didn't just look it, he was it.
"Can't tell when a woman’s clearly not interested?” He continued on, drawing closer, his voice as rough and scrappy as he. “Or are you just that desperate?"
While you suppressed a giddy smile, one of the men beside you spat, “who the hell are you?” Which one that was, you didn’t know or care. The difference between them no longer mattered. They sounded the same, they were the same, to you. Strangers.
"I should be asking you the same,” the blue-haired man laughed in their faces. “What makes you think either of you clowns would have a chance with a girl like that?" He nodded towards you, not without giving your seated figure a once-over.
One of the men stood abruptly, his chin lifted, chest puffed out, and fists clenched at his sides. It was a sad display in comparison to the opponent, who made the both of them look small and weak without having to do much. By the way he smirked viciously, you knew he knew it too.
"Don't make me laugh,” he snickered mockingly. “I hope you’re standing to leave and not to try anything stupid.”
“And why’s that?” The man scoffed.
“Because I’ll kill you.”
At that, the other man stood too, though two against one still didn’t look to present any real competition. Blue hair didn’t stand down, his grin growing wider. His words should have bothered you, frightened you, but they only exhilarated you more, had you crossing your legs and leaning back in your seat, thoroughly enjoying the show.
“Why don't we ask her?” He suggested, looking down at you before lifting his fiery stare to the two men again. “Go on,” he challenged. “If she wants you to stay, then I'll go, but if she doesn't you will."
The men glanced at each other, knowing they were beat. Your mind had been made up long before this new man had come to your rescue. When they looked your way, a pleading, hopeful expression on their faces, you already had your words prepared.
“Sorry, boys.” You shrugged, the corners of your mouth twitching into an amused smile.
One of them opened their mouths to say something, but the other grabbed him by the arm and started to tug him away before he could. “Let’s fucking go.”
Blue hair chuckled as they left, rubbing salt into their wounds remarking, “no hard feelings, huh?” as they passed.
“Screw you,” one of them bit back before turning to you. “And screw you too, bitch.”
Your dark knight prepared to defend your honor, lunging towards them reflexively. Your eyes went wide, and you scrambled to your feet before he could reach them, grabbing his large, hard bicep to stop him from making an impulsive decision out of anger.
He shot you an irate look, eyes wide and nostrils flared, but you didn’t let go or cower away. “Calm down,” you drawled. “They’re not worth us getting kicked out.” After he deflated slightly, you let go. “And they’re right. I am a bitch.” You grinned and winked.
Slowly coming to his senses again, he huffed a laugh at you. “Doesn’t give them the right.”
“Yeah, well…” you trailed off, shrugging before facing him again, drinking in his appearance more deliberately now that there were no longer distractions.
Trouble incarnated, his costume fit him like a glove. He certainly had the face, bone structure, body, and muscles of a Greek god, and the unruly behavior of one too. Assertive and protective as well, you found yourself falling for the second time that night, whether due to the alcohol, the power of Halloween, or nothing but the existential, chaotic forces of nature at play again, whatever those truly were.
Shuhei still hadn’t left your mind entirely, but his failure to return stung a little bit less with this new man in the picture. Maybe he hadn’t been as sweet and calm and collected, but he certainly piqued your interest. He had come to your rescue, after all, and you meant it when you said you didn’t have a type, just that a person own whatever they are. This man certainly owned whatever he had going on, hell, he likely owned a lot of things, and you were hoping to be one of them.
“What’s your name?” You asked him, deciding to bite. No sticking to plans, right?
“Grimmjow.” He didn’t ask for your name, but waited, expecting it.
“I’m (Y/N).” And you gave it to him, enjoying his commanding presence more than you’d like to admit.
“Where’s your drink, (Y/N)?” The way he emphasized your name made you feel like a cat in heat. Had you been animals, you imagined you’d be purring and arching towards him by now.
But your animalistic urges would have to hold off for the time being. “Waiting for you to buy it.” You plopped back down into the booth playfully, crossing one leg over the other.
“Do I look like wait staff?” He scoffed at you. “If I’m buying, you’re coming with me, woman.”
As prideful as Shuhei was cautious, you were going to enjoy toying with this one, testing his limits, pushing his boundaries. So long as you could control the heat flooding into your lower region with every little thing he said and did, his fire rivaling yours.
“I can’t leave,” you told him with a pretend-coy smile. “I’m waiting for someone.”
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes, mentally assessing you, weighing his options, his next choice of words. “...a man?” He asked after a time.
You bit your lip. “Maybe…”
He smirked, lifting his chin, all too pleased with himself. “He left you?”
It shouldn’t have mattered, you were a woman of the night, a fire - hot, bright, fierce - but despite that fact, his question and the accusatory tone behind it embarrassed you. You hung your head, looking at your empty glass, the one Shuhei had bought you.
“He said he’d come back.” You hated the way it sounded leaving your lips, nothing like fire.
At that Grimmjow laughed harshly, shaking his head at you, at your naivety. “He’s not coming back, sweetheart.”
You looked up at him with a burning gaze, prepared to defend your case, your ego, to tell him he’s got the situation all wrong, and what would he know anyway? But before you could, he stepped closer, leaning down over the table to whisper in your ear.
“He’s an idiot,” he growled quietly, the baritones of his voice rumbling through your chest and stomach, all the way down in between your legs.
He pulled away, straightening up, leaving you momentarily stunned. “What do you want to drink?” He asked seriously, no longer a mention of you coming with him.
“You’re not making me come with you?” You had to confirm, needed to hear him say it, to kiss the bruises left on your ego.
He wouldn’t give you the satisfaction, too much pride of his own. “Your order,” he demanded impatiently, avoiding admitting that he’d caved for you, even if out of pity.
You told him what you were drinking, and in a slightly desperate manner, a slip-up, moment of weakness, put your hand on his forearm before he could leave. “You’ll come back, won’t you?”
He grinned, knowing he’d gotten what he wanted. “I’m not an idiot,” he said before commanding, “don’t go anywhere.”
It was “you're under no obligation to wait for me,” and now, “don’t go anywhere.” If you’d been willing to wait for Shuhei, who had failed to come back, you certainly didn’t plan on getting up now. You watched every second of Grimmjow’s fleeting figure, already impatient for his return. You’d been so preoccupied with scanning the crowd for his blue hair, you hadn’t noticed the man you were glued to the booth for in the first place approaching, not registering his presence until the cop stood before you, playfully swinging his cuffs around his fingers.
“Ma’am,” he tapped the table with the cuffs. “Have you been drinking tonight?” He joked, smiling satisfactorily as your eyes lit up at the sight of him.
“You came back.” You grinned like an idiot, your ego restored, though you should have known better by now. This hadn’t been an ordinary night. In the same way you were under no obligation to wait, Shuhei was under no obligation to return. Still, he knew your name now, and you knew to expect the unexpected.
“Of course I did. I’m not an idiot.”
Your smile fell. Another man knew your name now too. His words, the exact same as Grimmjow’s, reminded you that you’d been busy while Shuhei was gone, and he’d be finding that out soon.
He seemed oblivious to the inner alarms going off in your mind, to your rigid body and wandering eyes, sliding back in next to you with a soft smile. “Do you need another drink?” He asked innocently, politely, gesturing to your empty glass, another reminder of Grimmjow.
Shit. “Oh, no,” you stammered, sliding the empty glass away and twiddling your thumbs in your lap. “That’s alright, really.”
He raised his brows at you, surprised to see you decline his offer. “Are you sure? I’d be happy to get you another one.”
It was only natural a flame that burned so brightly attracted more than one moth. Still, with how thoughtful and sweet this particular moth was, you felt ashamed setting fire to it.
“Mhmm.” You nodded, avoiding his eyes as guilt began to eat away at you. “All good.”
“Alright then.”
Shuhei shrugged it off, ignorant to the worries that plagued you. Your muscles had gone tense, subconsciously bracing for the moment that blue-haired lord of the dead returned and you fumbled one, or both, of these men, a wicked ending to a tumultuous night.
“So - so how did things go with your friend?” You hoped a change of subject would ease your nerves, though you could hardly think straight, your mind in two places, on two men, at once.
“He’ll be alright,” he laughed quietly. “In time, anyways. Anything happen while I was gone?”
“Hm?” A lump formed in your throat, and the night laughed as it cast trick after trick on you. “Oh - uh - not much,” you giggled nervously, scooting closer. “Just waiting for you…” And some other stuff…
“Would you look at that? The bastard did come back.”
Aaaand there’s the stuff.
Grimmjow stood in front of the table, a drink in each hand, his eyes trained and narrowed threateningly on Shuhei. Shuhei looked between the two of you before his eyes settled on you, realizing what had happened, why you hadn’t wanted him to get you another drink. He did not fly towards your flames alone.
He scoffed, his cheeks turning pink, and his hand tightening into a fist around the handcuffs. "Seriously?"
You panicked, hating to see him upset with you, a stark contrast to his usual soft, sweet demeanor, not that you didn’t deserve it. Laughing nervously and attempting to make light of the uncomfortable situation, you joked, "what was I supposed to do, sit around here and get thirsty?"
Shuhei stood abruptly from the booth, not sparing you another glance as he started to shuffle out. You lunged for him in a desperate last attempt, grabbing ahold of his forearm, a sweeping sensation of deja vu.
"Shuhei, don't go!” You pleaded.
He came back. That meant something to you, and it meant even more when he stopped and waited for you to continue.
“Can't we all sit here and be friends?" You directed the question at the both of them, hoping neither would reenter stranger territory.
"Friends?" They questioned, offended, in unison.
"Please?” You batted your lashes. “I'm still here, right where you both left me, aren't I?"
Each man hesitated, eyes darting from each other to you, back again. Anything was possible, one, both, neither. After an eternity, at least in the chaotic confines of your mind, Grimmjow was the first to sit, shrugging his shoulders and sliding in next to you. He set both drinks on the table and leaned back casually, throwing an arm to rest on the booth behind your shoulders, watching Shuhei expectantly, smugly, silently daring him to walk away.
He stood for a long moment, observing you, observing Grimmjow, taking you in as a pair. You expected him to walk away, too sweet to put up a fight, or maybe too proud to compete, or both, but you knew all too well, expect the unexpected. Your eyes, like beams of light, fiery, enticing, never strayed from him as he swayed where he stood, conflicted about which direction to go in. A moth couldn't resist what was in its nature.
"Ha!” Grimmjow laughed at him while he sighed and resentfully slid in on the other side of you. “Still here? You must be smitten. How sweet.” He smirked, purposely antagonizing Shuhei.
"You're still here too, aren't you?" Shuhei shot back smoothly.
"I don't back down from a challenge.” Grimmjow side-eyed you, still grinning arrogantly.
"Well, I don't either." Shuhei glared at him.
"I'm challenging?" You asked them, looking between the two handsome men. They both ignored you, hellbent on arguing with each other instead, though you didn’t mind the show, or the fact that it was you whom they argued over.
“The hell are you supposed to be anyway?” Shuhei scoffed, so different now from the kind and gentle man you met earlier.
“King of the Underworld,” Grimmjow replied casually. “And you’re what, a cop? That’s original,” he snorted.
“Gentlemen!” You attempted to interject again, tapping your glass on the table and suppressing a smile at their petty behavior. “Why can't we all just get along?”
“I was supposed to have you all to myself.” Shuhei frowned.
“You were supposed to not come back,” Grimmjow growled.
All mischief aside, you did pity them. Had you been in their shoes, competing with another for one of them, you’d be lying if you said you wouldn't be throwing a fit, or better yet, walking off. They’d been more than generous to stick around for your sake, and your dirty mind had been conjuring all the filthy ways in which you could make it up to them.
“What can I do?” You feigned innocence, dealing delicate, feathery touches to their arms. “I’ll do anything.”
“Anything for what?” Grimmjow snickered, entertaining your act, using it to his advantage.
“For both of you…” to get along, but the rest never came. They could bicker all they wanted as far as you were concerned, as long as they took their frustrations out in the way you desperately needed them to.
“Anything?” The lord of the dead smirked viciously, ideas that could only be trouble forming in his mind.
Still, you nodded, ideas likely just as perverse forming in yours.
“Then spread your legs,” he said instantly, as if he had it prepared, queued up knowing you’d never tell him no.
“What?! Here?!” You laughed nervously, though weren’t entirely perturbed by the suggestion, seeking fast relief for the growing ache between your legs.
“You said anything, brat,” he laughed meanly. “So spread ‘em. Now.”
“Hold on,” Shuhei interrupted at your side, leaning in and staring daggers at Grimmjow. “You don't have to do what he says.”
“You want to play good cop bad cop?” He only chuckled at him.
“You’re not a cop,” Shuhei seethed, and you realized you liked, no, loved, seeing him angry, protective, losing his composure. Between the legs you had been ordered to spread, you grew hotter, wetter.
“You're right,” Grimmjow leaned in too, the both of them caging you in, much to your delight. “I’m a fucking king.”
The so-called king roughly grabbed one of your thighs, lifting your leg over his lap and sticking his hand up your skirt. You gasped and arched instinctively when he shamelessly stroked your clothed pussy, hissing at the damp material against his finger.
“Grimmjow!” You squeaked, nervous and excited all at once to be touched so improperly out in the open, nothing but the table to hide what was happening down below as the sensitive area throbbed for more.
Your eyes darted about, making sure no one was watching. No one but Shuhei.
A sound of surprise came from him too, his eyes blown wide, and his cheeks reddening, obvious even under the low, flashing lights. He looked down at what was happening before averting his eyes, appearing anxious to leave, but simultaneously reluctant to do so. You grabbed his bicep, hoping to encourage him to stay, to let him know that he had a place here too.
The hand wrapped around him squeezed at the same time that a flurry of whimpers escaped your lips. Grimmjow had pulled your panties aside and pushed past your entrance, stretching you apart ever so slightly. Your thighs spread further apart while heat flooded into your cheeks. You looked around frantically as you clenched and gushed around Grimmjow’s finger, both humiliated and turned on at the lewd act you participated in.
He watched you with a satisfied, feral grin, looking away only to indulge in the panicked expression on Shuhei’s face. “You wanna be good cop?” Grimmjow offered. “Kiss her. Get her to keep quiet.”
Shuhei looked your way uncertainly, eyes falling to your parted lips.
“Please, Shuhei,” you mumbled, hardly able to keep your eyes open.
He furrowed his thin brows. “Are you sure? It - this - feels wrong.”
“It is wrong.” You smiled lazily, crookedly as Grimmjow continued in and out, a little deeper each time, grinning and chuckling quietly to himself as he watched you struggle to speak. “I - I still want your lips on mine, even if it’s wrong.”
And still, he hesitated, attempting, and failing, not to watch ‘the king’s’ hand moving under your skirt.
You lifted his chin with your hand, forcing him to look you in the eye, repeating, begging, “Please.”
He shook his head once, grabbed your drink, took three large sips, and then crashed his lips onto yours clumsily, anxiously. You cried into his mouth and placed your hand on his lap while Grimmjow twisted and curled into you, experimenting. He groaned against your lips as your fingers trailed upwards, getting closer and closer to where his pants started to tighten. He placed his hand on top of yours, slowing you down, but guiding you there, tenderly, inch by inch, until Grimmjow used his free hand to grab your neck and rip you away.
“Don’t get fucking greedy,” he barked, a playful lilt in his voice that told you he was still grinning behind you. “You’re lucky I’m sharing at all.” Without warning he sank his canines into your neck, eliciting a piercing whine, your hips squirming helplessly between the both of them.
“I can be worse,” Shuhei warned the both of you in a hoarse voice, his lips swollen, eyes a little hazier than before, glancing around cautiously. “But not here.”
Oh? Your eyes widened, shining with curiosity and an intense desire to see just how much worse he could get. Even Grimmjow seemed momentarily shocked, his finger’s pace slowing and faltering inside of you. You’d become sickeningly greedy, desperate for more, more, more - both of them, more kisses, more bites, more of a stretch, more pain, more pleasure. You knew they could feel it too, Grimmjow’s chest rising and falling erratically behind your back, and Shuhei’s right before your eyes. Your flames reached new heights, and these strangers turned moths kept chasing them higher. The tension built, the pressure rose, preparing to explode.
“Then where?” Grimmjow asked, the impatience evident in his ragged tone.
“We can go to my place,” you quickly offered with a similar quiver in your voice.
They looked at each other, nodding, coming to a silent agreement, possibly the only one they’d have all night - you.
“Fine,” Shuhei said.
“Fine,” Grimmjow agreed.
They both stood abruptly, Grimmjow pulling his hand from between your legs as if it had only been resting on your thigh. He sucked your juices away absentmindedly, hardly skipping a beat as he snatched your drink up from the table to dangle it in your face.
“Wasted your drink that I bought,” he complained teasingly, sneering at your inability to pull yourself up from the booth without swaying side to side.
“Get over it,” you rolled your eyes with a grin, though your standing on wobbly legs betrayed your smug smile.
Shuhei reached out to keep you balanced. You allowed him to lead you away, his hand hot on your hip as you anxiously pulled your skirt down, self-conscious about the damp mess between your thighs. Grimmjow swaggered forward, wrapping his arm around your other hip and yanking you away from him, catching you when you stumbled. Shuhei glared at him, pulling you back more roughly than you expected from him, only for Grimmjow to grab you again, your shaky legs struggling to keep up with the both of them vying for your touch as you staggered out of the bar.
“Enough!” You finally snapped, swatting the two men off to lead the way on your own. “Save this for the bedroom…” You winked over your shoulder.
Breathing in the cold, crisp air, and walking under the glittering moon and stars, you pondered how this next trick, this next series of unexpected events, would end - a cop, a king, and a girl walk home from the bar… Premonitions of a little healthy competition, of strangers tangled together, of muscles and fangs and tongues and nude flesh came to you - visions, like magic, as you burned on and as your moths fluttered after you, chasing the light.
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“So this is the kitchen,” you tossed your bag aside, gesturing around. “The living room-”
“We’re not here for a tour,” Grimmjow interrupted, eyeing you ominously, like a lion ready to devour a lamb.
You knew that already, and though you were just as anxious to skip to the good bit, you couldn’t help but to be a tease. Something about seeing the both of them, chests heaving with frustration and impatience and vexation, like ticking time bombs ready to explode, exhilarated you. Watching their eyes dilate, dark and hungry, gave you the instinct to run when deep down all you wanted was to be caught and manhandled, tossed around in between them like predators fighting to see who gets the prey. Metaphorically, you skipped around in front of them, drawing out the meaningless conversation before the real chase began.
You turned to Shuhei, fake pouting. “He’s so mean, isn't he?”
Shuhei didn’t receive a chance to respond. Grimmjow moved so quickly behind you, you hardly heard or saw him coming, his hand making contact with your ass, hard and fast. “Yeah, and you like it,” he laughed while you squeaked. He smoothed his hand over the sting, dipping lower and lower until he was practically cupping your heat from behind, groping you. “Or at least some part of you does.”
After the initial shock wore off, you continued with your devious plans, pulling away from him and wrapping your arms around Shuhei. “You’ll be sweet to me, won’t you?” You asked him, pretending as if Grimmjow wasn’t there, knowing your actions would have consequences.
Shuhei’s throat bobbed as he swallowed down the growing lump there, blinking nervously at you. “Of course I will,” he promised, blushing like a virgin.
As expected, Grimmjow didn’t take kindly to being neglected. Full of aggressive surprises, one moment you were on your feet and the next being thrown through the air, hoisted over his shoulder and moving into the hall.
“Which one’s your room?” He barked.
And you obeyed without hesitation, grinning like an idiot. “Last door on the left.”
You yelped as your back met with the plush of your comforter, the room temporarily spinning with Grimmjow towering over you. Shuhei came in moments later, looking just as disoriented as you felt.
“Was your costume expensive?” The king asked, claws at the ready.
“Yes,” you giggled.
“Then I’ll pay you later.” He smirked viciously, ravenously as he started forward.
“Hang on.” Shuhei put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from getting any further.
His expression contorted with anger just before he shrugged Shuhei’s arm off. “Don’t get in my way!” He snapped, fangs bared, territorial over his prey.
“Relax,” Shuhei returned sternly, explaining no further, but showing what he meant all the same as he removed the handcuffs from his belt.
Curiously, you remained still, observing and squealing with surprise as he came forward and pinned your arms above your head, latching those cuffs onto you. I can be worse. Perhaps you'd misjudged him all this time, and on the inside of that gentle, calm man lurked someone who was indeed rough around the edges, an inner beast to rival that of Grimmjow’s.
He too appeared delightedly surprised by Shuhei’s idea, his eyes widening with their usual feral glint. You never expected him to be on the same side, but then, this was an unexpected night. “Alright, good cop! That’s the way!”
“Shuhei?” You raised your eyebrows.
At the question in your voice, his bad-boy attitude faltered. “Is this okay?” He worried.
“It’s perfect,” you purred in affirmation.
“Don’t let her fool you,” Grimmjow chimed in, climbing onto the bed to slap your bare thigh punishingly. “She’s a naughty little thing, and she deserves to be treated as such,” he explained, devouring you with his eyes as he added, “she wants to be treated as such.”
“Thought you were gonna pay for my costume?” You taunted him, confirming his assumptions about you.
“You see?” He glanced at Shuhei over his shoulder while reaching for your top with one hand. “Naughty,” he declared, roughly ripping it down the center in one swift tear, your breasts spilling out into the open.
You gasped, your nipples hardening under his hungry gaze. Stood at the edge of the bed, Shuhei blushed deeply, his gaze darting to the side and back again, conflicted as to where to settle. He couldn't look away as Grimmjow reached up to pinch one of your nipples, chuckling sadistically while you squeaked and squirmed helplessly beneath him, thighs brushing together impatiently.
“Don’t just stand there,” Grimmjow growled at Shuhei as he began to rip at the remains of your top, leaving no scrap of fabric on or near your body. “Take off the brat’s skirt. I’ll bet she’s got something slutty on underneath.” He grinned at you. “Red, or maybe black, am I right?”
“Go on, Shuhei.” You nodded for him to do as Grimmjow demanded, to reveal the color of the lacey fabric adorning your most intimate area.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Shuhei mumbled to himself as he came forward with shaky hands, clumsily taking hold of the waistband of your skirt.
You wiggled your hips as he pulled, assisting him in his efforts and encouraging him, a gentle reminder that you wanted this. Grimmjow laughed callously as he took hold of your underwear, pulling the fabric back to let it snap against your hip.
“Black,” he and Shuhei said in unison, more in sync than they'd like to admit.
While they ogled you, their hands ghosting over your body teasingly, you became frustrated, overheated. They were toying with you, and you didn't like being on the receiving end of any tricks. You writhed and squirmed and quietly whined, hoping they'd give in to their urges and fulfill yours. Nevermind what color your damn panties were. You wanted them off. Now.
You targeted the softer of the two, locking eyes with Shuhei as you clamped your thighs together and twisted your hips. “Shuheeeiii,” you slurred needily.
“(Y/N),” he answered breathlessly. “What’s wrong?”
“She wants fucked, that's what’s wrong,” Grimmjow huffed. “Don’t give her what she wants. Not until we hear her say it.”
Shuhei glanced uncertainly between the two of you, undecided. You could see the gears turning in his head, the realization lighting up in his eyes that he liked hearing you pleading for him, seeing you trapped and helpless and arching for his touch, even if that meant listening to his competition. He was the one who put the handcuffs on, after all.
“Please!” You cried out to the both of them now, afraid of what continuously neglecting Grimmjow might do for your case. “Please, somebody touch me!”
Of course, it wasn't enough. “Touch you where?” You were surprised to hear Shuhei ask, not Grimmjow, who only watched your pathetic pleas with a satisfied grin.
“Anywhere!” You told him, lifting your hips toward him eagerly.
“I don’t like being told what to do,” Grimmjow spat at you, smirking devilishly.
“You tricked me!” You whined at him.
He grabbed you by your cheeks, hard, as he taunted, “It’s a cruel world, isn't it, sweetheart?”
Meanwhile, Shuhei had busied himself with crawling over you, his eyes heavily lidded and fixed on your chest, in a sort of trance. “How about here?” He asked, palming one of your soft tits.
“Yes!” You gasped at his touch, moaning loudly when his tongue darted out of his mouth curiously, delivering a kitten lick to your nipple.
“Shit,” he sucked in a breath before taking you into his mouth completely, licking and sucking with his eyes closed while his hand found your other breast, ensuring it received attention too.
He flattened his hand over your chest, murmuring against your skin, “your heart’s beating really fast,” before moving to press a gentle kiss to the place where it pounded, overcome with a slew of emotions.
While you whined and twisted beneath his mouth and his hand, Grimmjow had his eyes narrowed at the sight, his eyebrows and nose scrunching up with offense. He wasn't the type to stand by and watch, wasn't the type to idle. You’d been distracted, eyes closed and nothing but the sound of your own cries, the wet noises of Shuhei’s tongue and lips exploring you, and the rapid beat of your heart filling your ears, too distracted to notice Grimmjow had dropped the black toga that made up his costume as well as his boxers, crawling back onto the bed even more naked than you were. He’d change that.
Your eyes popped open to watch him rip your panties down your legs, along with your shoes and socks, leaving you completely bare as he was. You practically drooled at the sight of his cock, huge, veiny, angry, just like him. Your legs seemed to part of their own volition, spreading in hopes to accommodate him.
“Yeah, you like what you see, baby?” He chuckled at you, grabbing his shaft and tapping your entrance with it teasingly.
You flinched at the contact, already beyond soaked and swollen, aching for him. “Please, just fuck me,” you begged pathetically, no longer caring how you sounded.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright,” he grinned deviously. “But not like this.” He shook his head. “Not here,” he said as he slapped your pussy.
Shuhei lifted his head from your breasts to see what was going on, giving Grimmjow the chance to retake control. “This position sucks,” he growled at the both of you, yanking you down the bed aggressively and flipping you over onto your stomach before either of you could stop him. “Give me the keys to the cuffs,” he demanded Shuhei.
“What are you doing?!” Shuhei protested. “I was-”
“Relax,” Grimmjow interrupted, using his own word against him in a mocking tone. “I’m doing you a favor. Now give me the keys, and you go up there.”
You turned your head to the side, attempting to see what was going on, what Grimmjow had planned. He responded by placing a hand on your back, pinning you down with a warning glare.
“Why?” Shuhei asked him.
“So you can get your dick sucked, obviously,” Grimmjow grumbled in annoyance. He grabbed your hair and lifted your head, freeing your mouth to let you respond to him as he asked, “you want that, princess? Want to suck your cop’s cock?”
“Yes, please,” you answered sweetly, just to hear Shuhei curse under his breath.
Furiously, Grimmjow pushed your head back down into the mattress, crushing you with his weight to lick and nip at your shoulder and neck. “Why’re you so nice to him and not to me, huh?”
You wiggled your bare ass against his naked torso as you replied in a fake pout, “you’re mean.”
“Yeah, and it gets you fucking soaked,” he chuckled gruffly into your ear as he pushed one finger into you from behind, collecting your juices to bring up to your lips. “Open. Suck,” he ordered, emitting a low groan as you immediately obeyed, licking your essence from his middle finger and continuing to suck as he pulled it in and out of your mouth, making a show of it for Shuhei. “See this?” He asked him, laughing as his jaw dropped. “Think you can last?”
“Fuck,” Shuhei moaned, fumbling for the keys to the cuffs.
“Good cop,” Grimmjow praised, retrieving the keys and removing the cuffs to pin your wrists to your back, re-cuffing them there.
He slapped your ass and lifted you up, holding you against him and teasingly grinding into your hips from behind while Shuhei hastily undressed himself, eager to free his hard dick. Though he may not have been as big as Grimmjow, he still had considerable length, and even more considerable thickness. Thankful that he was the sweeter of the two, you worried about how you may fit all of him into your mouth, even as you salivated at the thought.
He laid at the top of your bed, against the pillows and plushies, taking his throbbing length into his hand. Grimmjow was at least generous enough to lower you down towards him gently, still holding you up by your arms, however harsh the grip.
“Go on,” he encouraged tauntingly.
Just as Shuhei slowly acquainted himself with your breasts, you gently licked the tip of his wet cock, an initial tasting before taking the whole load. He gasped at the feeling of your tongue against his swollen shaft, aligning the tip to meet your lips as you took him into your mouth, moaning at the sheer size and bittersweet taste of him. Grimmjow slapped his hips into you from behind, forcing you further down onto Shuhei and causing you to deep throat him with a gag.
“Ah, fuck!” Shuhei twitched and squirmed as his tip hit the back of your throat. He lifted your head by your hair, his voice shaking with barely contained restraint as he inquired, “you okay?”
“Don’t worry about me, sweet boy.”
You flashed him a sloppy smile, your own drool dripping from your lips, before going in for more. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you held eye contact while sucking him into your mouth again.
While you whined and gagged on his cock, Grimmjow had other plans of his own, plans you could only feel and hear. Knowing you couldn't see what he was doing behind you brought an element of fear fitting for a night like this, and it made you all the more wet and needy for him, curious and afraid all at once as you awaited his next move.
You squealed around Shuhei’s dick as you felt his teeth sink into your ass, biting one cheek harshly before spitting a glob of his saliva in between them and fingering it into your hole. You twisted your hips, instinctively protesting the foreign stretch, and he massaged and squeezed your ass in response, spreading it further apart to accommodate another finger, a bigger stretch. Though you’d been dazed and distracted, busy at work, you now understood his plans unfolding behind you, something you hadn't expected, of course.
“Still okay?” Shuhei kept asking you, his head thrown back and mouth parted, low grunts and groans tumbling out one after the other, like music to your ears.
“Mhmm,” you hummed in affirmation, mouth too full for anything else.
You bobbed your head as you attempted to crawl towards him and away from Grimmjow, another part of you getting to be too full to handle. Grimmjow pulled his fingers from you and spit onto your ass again, smearing it around with the tip of his cock and pulling you back towards him, not allowing escape.
“You’ll be alright, naughty girl,” he assured before pushing his way past your tight hole, a stretch unlike any you've experienced before.
Your cries of pain were muffled by Shuhei's cock, an uncomfortable stretch at the other end. Both proved rather challenging to take. While you struggled to breathe and your jaw began to tire, Grimmjow broke you in half from the back.
“Is she okay?!” Shuhei asked, a tremble in his voice.
Tears sprung from your eyes, but you opened them wide at Shuhei and took him deep into your throat again, as much of an answer as you could give him. It didn't appear so convincing from his point of view as your legs trembled with each of Grimmjow’s slow thrusts in and out of you, shattering your body each and every time. You felt each inch of his in your entire lower region - your legs, hips, waist, all the way up your abdomen - while you felt every inch of Shuhei in your throat and chest, the both of them filling you completely at each end, bruising your insides.
“Didn’t I tell you before not to let her fool you?” Grimmjow growled at him. “Do you think she’s weak?” He questioned.
“N - no,” Shuhei stammered. “But-”
“Then stop treating her like she is,” Grimmjow demanded, groaning as he buried himself deeper into you. “Fuuuck,” he grabbed hold of your arms again, anchoring himself as he began to pound away at you, proving a point. “I love hearing my balls slap against you, fucking brat.”
While your pussy fluttered at his words, Shuhei whined and whimpered, twisting his hand into your hair as his hips twitched forward. He panted, trying, and slowly failing, not to fuck your face. As Grimmjow slapped into you from behind, you continuously took him deep into your throat, choking and sobbing.
But Grimmjow was right, despite your ruined appearance, despite your cries and whines of pain, you enjoyed the challenge, the impossible stretch at both ends, the overwhelming sensation of fullness, the lack of control and the fear that accompanied it. You’d completely surrendered yourself to them both, at their mercy, strangers turned moths, a cop and a king. It was better than anything you could have imagined or expected.
“If those creeps could see you now,” Grimmjow panted proudly, “taking my cock. Ha!”
“Creeps?” Shuhei mumbled, his words slurring together as he neared his climax. “There were creeps?”
“Oh, yeah.” They conversed casually while they stuffed you, like old friends. “While she was waiting for you, these two losers were hoping to get into the position we’re in now.” Grimmjow laughed wildly, drunk off your tight ass. He spanked you, shouting, “you see how lucky you are, cop?! Don’t take this for granted! You better fill that pretty little mouth while you have the chance!”
“There were creeps?!” Shuhei continued to fret while you blinked up at him, tears rolling down your cheeks. He wiped them away, apologizing, “fuck, baby, I’m so sorry!”
You hummed against him contentedly, a reminder to the both of you none of that mattered now. Don’t take this for granted. You certainly weren’t and you made sure Shuhei wouldn't either, hollowing your cheeks out and taking him in wholly each time.
His grip on your hair tightened while his cock spasmed in your mouth, nearing the edge. Grimmjow pounded into you faster, holding your arms so tightly you knew you'd have vicious bruises for days. Pressure built in your core with each splitting thrust, with hands in your hair, on your arms, eyes full of tears and ears full of grunts, groans, and moans.
“Sh - shit!” Shuhei cried. “I’m - I’m gonna cum!”
You hummed and widened your glistening eyes at him enthusiastically. His hips jerked and stuttered erratically as he held your head in his lap. Grimmjow hammered into you, purposely pushing your body forward as far as it would go, forcing Shuhei’s tip to the back of your throat. He cursed and cried as he shot his seed into your mouth, pulling himself out with a string of his juices and your saliva attached.
Immediately after watching you swallow, Shuhei collapsed onto the pillows. Grimmjow forced your head into the mattress to continue pounding away at you, unrelenting. Your thighs quaked with exhaustion as you sputtered for air, your mouth finally free to squeal and moan loudly, panting for a break but receiving none.
“Almost there, gorgeous,” Grimmjow grunted, wiping your hair from your sweaty, flushed skin in an uncharacteristically soft manner.
He offsetted the gentle gesture by grabbing your hips and jack hammering into you, leaving more scrapes and bruises. You clawed at the sheets and screamed so loudly you feared your already ruined throat may break. The bed creaked in protest with each thrust and plap, plap, plap of his skin on yours, faster and faster until like Shuhei, his hips were stuttering against you in a disorganized pattern, his claws digging into your hips as he rode you out to the end.
He pulled out and collapsed over you, pinning you against the mattress and biting down on your shoulder as he came. He coated your backside - your ass, your back, your cuffed arms - and rolled off to the side only when he finished painting you. It was then as you caught your breath you'd realized Shuhei was missing.
“Shuhei?!” You jolted up tiredly, looking around for his dark hair and lean frame.
“S’okay,” he chuckled, reappearing at your side with a warm, wet towel. “I’m right here.” He pet your hair away from your face, wiping at your swollen, spit-coated lips.
“Get her back too,” Grimmjow mumbled drowsily, still coming back from his little death.
Shuhei rolled his eyes but obliged for your sake, gently wiping away the king’s remains. Your eyes fluttered closed at his soft touch, the warm towel caressing you in a way you hadn't known you needed, soothing your sore muscles and bruised skin. He rubbed out the tension left behind with his hands, massaging over various knots and pains. After a moment of that, he left to toss the towel somewhere in your bathroom, returning to search the bed for something.
“Where are the keys to the handcuffs?” He asked Grimmjow.
You opened your eyes and turned to watch them, Shuhei with his brows furrowed impatiently, and Grimmjow with his arms resting behind his head nonchalantly, relaxed.
“What?” He scoffed “You're not both tapped out already, are you?”
“You lost them, didn't you?” Shuhei accused.
“We’ll worry about that later,” Grimmjow replied, crawling back towards you. He pulled your legs apart, just to smack your soaked pussy. “This needs some love too,” he chuckled as you yelped.
“Are you capable of that?” You teased, smiling lazily.
To that, he sprung back into action, pushing your face into the mattress and lifting your hips. Your screams of protest, swallowed by the mattress, transformed into cries of pleasure as his big mouth licked up your drooling slit from behind, only once, just to taunt you.
“I’m not usually this generous,” he stated, and you hadn't realized it wasn't to you until it was followed by, “you wanna try her ass?”
You lifted your head, gasping for air to watch Shuhei’s eyes light up, reigniting for round two. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” Grimmjow scoffed at him.
Shuhei looked to you for permission. “Are you okay with that?”
You grinned deviously. “More than okay.”
He hesitated, looking between you and Grimmjow. “Could I try something else, too?”
“What is it?” You asked.
Shuhei reached for a bandana sitting on your dresser, something he must have spotted when searching for a towel to clean you up, something that clearly sparked another idea. Grimmjow hoisted you up onto your knees, and he came forward, raising his eyebrows in silent question. You nodded, giving him the go to tie the bandana around your eyes, blindfolding you.
“You know, cop,” Grimmjow chuckled into your ear. “You’re not so bad.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Shuhei grumbled in return, the mattress sinking at your side. “You’re in my spot.”
The king growled, though you could feel him moving from behind you. “Don’t push it.”
Cuffed and blinded, you hadn't a clue as to what was coming next, nothing but assumptions to go off of. Maybe you were assigning meaning to where there was none, in a drunken and lustful haze, but maybe you weren't. Maybe the night continuously fed chaos to your fire, fate disguised as spontaneity. Metaphorically and physically blinded, you were forced to abandon expectations one last time, the way you had been over and over again, the perfect close to the wicked, wild, and wonderful night.
A rough pair of hands pulled you into their owner’s lap, manhandling you into place, hands that could only belong to Grimmjow. As his cock teased your aching pussy, another body pressed into you from behind, one shaky, excited hand holding your waist.
“Ready?” Shuhei whispered softly from behind, his hot breath tickling your neck.
You leaned your head back, smiling, panting in anticipation. “Yes.”
A bit of a thicker stretch, you leaned forward, digging your nails into the chest in front of you as Shuhei entered you slowly from behind, growing back to his true length inside of you. As you screwed your blindfolded eyes shut, crying and mewling helplessly, Grimmjow pushed into your other hole without warning, truly splitting you apart now. You tensed between them, full in a way you hadn’t known to be possible, drooling, shaking, clawing at his chest and whimpering like a wounded animal.
“You’re alright,” Grimmjow comforted, stroking your thigh while Shuhei made similar noises behind you, more bruises forming on your waist from the way he held you.
You shook your head in disagreement, whining. “So full!”
He took a mouthful of your breast into his mouth, licking, sucking, biting, a rather pleasant distraction that had you arching into him. While humming in approval against your chest, his other hand pressed to your clit, rubbing soothing circles into the throbbing bundle of nerves.
“I know it is,” he mouthed against your tits while you twitched in his hold. “You’re gonna be a good little brat and take it though, right?” He nipped.
You squealed and nodded dumbly in response, only a few minutes in and already overwhelmed with pleasure.
“You want to give me a kiss?” You were surprised to hear him ask.
Without a second thought, you squeaked out an enthusiastic, “yes!” It was too late that you realized it could have been one of his taunts, his tricks, but adhering to the unexpected nature of the night, he crashed his lips into yours, catching your cries.
Stuffed beyond belief, tears started to roll down your cheeks again, and Grimmjow caught those too, lapping them up in between bites to your jaw and neck. He and Shuhei were everywhere, their hands, mouths, cocks, pressing into you and consuming you whole, three turned to one, the moths conquering the fire so expertly they became it. Your mind had left you completely, and operating on nothing but animalistic urges and desires, your teeth barred and bit down on Grimmjow’s lip.
A gasp of shock left his mouth, shooting a jolt of pleasure through your core. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, before leaning in to devour you even more.
“Grimmjooowww,” you breathlessly slurred his name, making him laugh, his thrusts hitting deeper, harder, faster.
“Again,” he demanded, slapping your thigh.
“Grimmjow!” You cried.
“Louder!” He shouted.
“Grimmjow!!!”
He laughed euphorically, triumphantly. “Give cop boy some love too!”
“Shuhei!!!” You screamed.
“Oh, God, (Y/N),” he returned, wrapping his arm around your waist to pick up the pace.
They mercilessly hammered into you, holding your limp body up. Grimmjow continued applying pressure to your clit and overwhelming you with his mouth. You gladly let them both take control, the pressure building, prepared to snap at a moment’s notice. Though you knew it was coming, it still took you by surprise, rocking through you abruptly, uncontrollably, your body spasming and twitching in between the two men while you howled like a creature of the night, clawing, biting, one last time while they fucked you through it. They didn’t stop, piercing you over and over again until they shared the same fate, Shuhei first and then Grimmjow, coating your back again and your front this time too. They made a mess of you, your sheets, everything - a chaotic mess of teeth and tongues and limbs, just as you had wished for, just as you had foreseen.
Paralyzed, you would have tumbled onto the mattress without Grimmjow guiding you down onto the pillows. Each moment after blurred into the next, only bits and pieces registering for you to recall later - floating in bliss, your sight returning, your restrictions removed, Shuhei toweling you off again, Grimmjow holding you, hands caressing your sore body, fingers running through your hair, the room going dark and the moon setting on an unexpected night full of fire.
“Another one bites the dust, huh? Little brat’s kinda cute when-”
“Just go to sleep.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, cop!”
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It was sometime very early in the morning, before the sun had even risen, that you awoke still sandwiched between them, the expect the unexpected theme bleeding into the next day. Your sweaty, naked bodies clung together, warm amidst the cold night, blazing in the aftermath.
You quickly discovered you could hardly walk, and soon after, the scratches and bruises that littered the near entirety of your figure, from your neck all the way down to your hips. A human canvas, you secretly adored the beauty of it, the two artists snoring away in the room over. There was something special about those creatures who followed you home. Maybe you had a type after all. Everyone loved butterflies, but you preferred moths.
Shuhei was the first to rise, finding his way back to the flames. Back in his cop’s uniform, he did the walk of shame out into your kitchen. Sheepish and timid, as if he was not inside you just hours prior, you fed him water and breakfast pastries and sent him on his way.
With the cop gone, it left one moth to spread its wings. Grimmjow did not wake until late in the morning, much less shy and much more snippy. Definitely not a morning person, the big bad lion king was reduced to a grumpy cat, claws out like he started every morning looking for a fight. You made him a coffee with cream and sugar, which he reluctantly admitted to wanting, before he escaped back out into the wilderness, shamelessly sporting his toga.
Neither man left without getting your number, a thought that made you smile to yourself, knowing any moth truly meant to withstand your flame would come back. They always did.
That same day, you had two new messages, the first from Shuhei Hisagi, a simple, sweet “Hey, how’s the rest of your day going? :)” and another from Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, no text, just an image, a souvenir he had taken without your noticing amidst the chaos - your black panties. You answered them both, an equally sweet text to Shuhei, and a sassy one to Grimmjow, to which they both replied almost instantly. You’d always be trouble, and you’d always attract trouble. May you continue to trick and be tricked, and may your flame continue to burn, always sure to bring moths, your creatures of the night.
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Author’s Notes: I FELL IN LOVE WITH SHUHEI WRITING THIS (we been knew I’m already in love with Grimmjow). I also NEED you @kryptoniteforsale to know that I had this document named “Kinky for Krypto” HAHAHHA. I hope you liked it and that I fulfilled your Shuhei x Reader x Grimmjow fantasies <3
I also need to shoutout @villainsrtasty for her Grimmjow x Reader x Shuhei threesome that still lives in my mind rent free to this day and definitely planted some seeds of encouragement for this (and cop!Shuhei ;).
Hey! Here's my contribution for the @bleachsmutfest Halloween event for @aitheria! I hope you like it! <3
Also on Ao3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/73111761
"Can you run?"
The voice purrs sickly sweet in your ear, all the while the grip on your throat is a vice. One that seems to tighten with each passing stroke of the clock hand, and blackness hover at the edge of your vision.
"I think not."
Your leg twitch, useless with you lying flat on your back like this.
You don't know why you let yourself be talked into entering this place. It was just some fun, they said. Those old superstitions didn’t mean anything. Wouldn’t it be crazy to spend a night partying in the forest? Everyone says there's something not quite right about these woods, something unnatural that doesn't take too kindly to trespassers. Stories passed down about travellers who ventured into them and didn’t come back – or if they did, they weren’t the same. Your generation is cynical, like to think they're more evolved then the older people who avoid entering the depths of the forests unless absolutely necessary, who leave offerings at the shrine and plead forgiveness for their audacity before entering. You all thought you knew so much better.
But as you lie there, the chill from the damp earth seeping into your back and filling your nose with that smell, the scent of dirt after rainfall and the rot of decaying plants, you were wrong. So, so wrong.
Being pinned down by a strange man is bad enough. Being alone in the forest with him is bad enough. But the screams from your group you’d heard before you ran, and the way he’s looking down at you…that’s significantly worse.
As are the fox ears poking from the top of his head, snow-white and tilted forwards. They look soft and a horrible thought occurs to you that it might be a steady diet of protein-rich meat that makes his hair and fur so shiny…like human flesh, for example.
You eye those sharp teeth of his and panic swells in you, tears involuntarily pricking in your tear ducts.
"I'm…soh…sorry…" you manage to eke out as he loosens his grasp slightly, though you're not naive enough to think he's taking pity on you and letting you go with a warning. There's no pity in that smile on his face.
"I bet you are," the man replies in a mocking coo. One of his clawed fingers traces over your skin, pressing down but not quite hard enough to break the skin. He's having too much fun teasing you. "Betcha didn't know my kind still wandered these parts, mm? What do they teach you humans these days?"
He tilts his head. It feels like a bad time to notice this, but he’s eerily handsome. Pale skin that only looks even more unearthly in the moonlight, hair that hangs over his face, silver as a blade. But it's the ears and tail that most draw your eyes, so soft looking that normally your fingers would be itching to touch them, the tails swaying hypnotically as if buffeted by a breeze, but you might not ever get the chance to leave this forest, let alone anything else.
"Let's see…ah, I know. Do ya know my name, at least?"
His name? Your mind races, trying to think where you could have possibly seen his name. In a story, maybe? Is this some kind of trick? Perhaps any moment he'll laugh at you, take off his wig with ears and reveal all this to be some kind of horrible elaborate prank from someone who doesn't understand when is going too far? Is that why the people you were with were so keen to come here? Were they all in on the joke and any moment they’ll appear from behind the trees, laughing their asses off? But this doesn't feel like a joke – the forest is so unsettlingly quiet - and there's something all too real about him, no matter how otherworldly he is.
You don't say anything, and his grip tightens on your neck once more until a strangled rasp leaves you, like a balloon deflating. He has such slender but powerful fingers, they wrap easily around the column of your throat, his claws tracing along your skin.
"Tick tock, sweetheart." he taunts you. "What's my name?"
His body shifts closer. He pins you down so effortlessly, strong despite his slender frame would suggest. You feel as though you're blending into the dirt, pressed down by his strength of will as well as taut muscles. He doesn't grant you any mercy, watching with his cruel smile spreading across his lips as he watches you gasp and squirm.
Firing through your mind like a fading SOS signal, a statue swims up in your mind's eye, at the base of the forest by the gate, flanked by those stone Inari on top of it. You remembered thinking at the time they looked strangely lifelike, like their marble eyes were watching you. At the time you’d dismissed it as the booze getting to you – you’d all gotten pretty drunk back in town before wandering to the forest, but now, it feels like you were onto something. They had a sign beside them, you remember now. Talking about the legends of the forest – and the spirits said to dwell here.
"G-gin…" you croaked, blackness dancing in your field of vision, the edges smudging like ink across wet paper. "You're…Gin…"
There's a pause this to you feels like an entire lifetime, a century, a millennia, but can have only been a few mere seconds. Gin's fingers slowly loosen on your neck, until his touch is more caress than anything else.
"Good," he says softly, quietly. "Very good."
It must be the fear that makes you respond the way you do. They say adrenaline and arousal can be mistaken for the other in the right (or wrong) circumstances, while your brain is still trying to make sense of what's happened, unable to differentiate what the frantic beating of a heart might mean, what made your pulse race and eyes grow dark. That must be why, then, you feel heat blooming between your legs. It must be why you're not as quick as you should be to get up and run away - not that you think he would have let you get very far even if you tried. You're nothing more than prey, and your life is a fragile, pulsing thing in his clawed grip.
But Gin is nothing if not an observant one. His eyes open slightly, just a sliver of icy blue that nevertheless has you mesmerised. They're the prettiest eyes you think you've ever seen - perhaps it's the last blessing he's willing to bestow before he finishes playing with his meal. He notes the look of astonishment on your face and chuckles.
After all, even a fox spirit is susceptible to a little flattery.
"My, my," Gin purrs, suddenly looming above you. His hand is still on your throat, but no longer crushing, just reminding you that it's there and that he can increase the pressure any time he likes. "What's this, now?"
"…Huh?" you mutter, still reeling from his sudden shift in mood, going from vicious to playful in an instant.
"Perhaps ya weren't a trespasser after all." Gin remarks, tails writhing behind him like snakes as he moves so he's practically nose-to-nose with you, peering into your eyes like he's trying to see down the bottom of a well. "Maybe you wanted somethin' else."
"I don't want anything, please, just let me go-" you babble, squirming beneath him.
"Ssh. All in good time." Gin says, condescension dripping from his words, clearly amused by your fear. "But I think you do want somethin’."
Your body jolts when you feel it - his knee presses firmly against your crotch, rubbing teasingly against your clothed cunt. When he feels the dampness there, his smile manages to widen even more. You look rather cute like this, he notes, flat on your back beneath him, eyes wide and terrified, heart beating so loudly he can hear it with his superior senses, his ears twitch like he's soaking up more of the frantic drumbeat of your heart. He can smell the fear and arousal pouring off you like steam.
"Ya know…maybe this don't gotta end in blood," Gin says, like he's telling you a secret. "I guess I’ve been a lil harsh, mm? Ya at least didn't defile my forest like the others did. Maybe they didn't tell you what they came here for."
The hand on your neck slides up to your jaw, cupping it. The action is oddly tender for someone who was taking pleasure in watching you squirm in fear a few minutes ago that it sends off a peculiar sensation of butterflies in your stomach.
Get a grip. You scold yourself, then wince. Okay, poor choice of words.
"But first ya should pay what ya owe, don'tcha think?"
He gives you no time to answer - the question was rhetorical. He kisses you instead, his mouth enveloping yours in a rough, demanding kiss. You open your mouth for him without needing to be coaxed and he purrs in approval, the knee between your thighs grinding tauntingly against your clit and a muffled whimper is muffled against his lips. You grip his arms, your fingers digging into his robes. He smirks as he swallows your sweet sounds of surrender, enjoying breaking down your human desperation to cling to some kind of decorum. He doesn't need to get your clothes off to make you naked - stripping down someone of their barriers, those mental walls they hold up to protect themselves - to protect who they think they are - is equally if not more satisfying to him.
"Ya know, in my day, humans would leave a tithe for spirits." Gin remarks, as if commenting on the weather. "Guess they ain’t passing on the old ways like they ought. It’s a cryin’ shame. But I s'pose we can make do, can’t we?"
Before you can inquire as to what exactly the hell he means by that, he yanks down your bottoms and you yelp at both the suddenness of it (and the barefaced nerve of him!) and as the cold mountain air bites into the flesh of your thighs, and Gin chuckles mockingly as he slinks down to get between your legs, shoulders pushing them apart. Your heart hammers loudly in your ribcage, watching him in both anxiousness and intrigue.
His hands squeeze your thighs, his nails digging into the fragile flesh of your inner thigh, sending sharp pricks of pain through you.
“What are you doing?” you ask in a high voice that doesn’t sound like your own. You know what he’s doing, you just can’t believe it. One of his ears flicks, either in amusement or annoyance is hard to tell.
“Ssh. Be still for me.”
That’s as much explanation or warning as he gives before his mouth is on you, licking a stripe up the length of your cunt. You let out a sound you didn’t even know you were capable of making, keening like an animal in heat, your body writhing beneath him. The moon glints down on you like a knowing eye as Gin feasts on you, relishing every second of it. He’s always been unorthodox, and he can’t say he dislikes this method of paying tribute. It’s much sweeter on the tongue than some meagre rice cakes, that’s for damn certain.
“Oh…fuck…” you groaned, his tongue hot inside you, like he intends to keep licking and nipping your inner thighs until there’s nothing left of you. “Ahhh…”
Gin hums in amusement. One of those white tails wraps around your neck and squeezes. You’re so startled all you can do is make a spluttering sound as he increases the pressure – at first its gentle but as he continues lapping at you, the pressure on your throat grows stronger and stronger. The sensation engulfs you – pleasure pulsing in your core as Gin continues his ministrations without pausing, while the tail wrapped around your throat blocks off your airflow. A pleasant light-headedness has you practically swooning on the ground. You feel like you’re floating away, heat washing over your body, the throbbing growing stronger while your breath grows weaker.
Your fingers tighten on the tail around your neck, feeling how soft and yet powerful it is under your smaller, weaker hands, moving like it’s a live thing with a mind of its own.
If he’s going to kill me like this… you think muzzily, it’s not a bad way to go…
Pleasure storm through you, the heat of it seeming to engulf you in its haze, until nothing around you seems to register anymore, everything is wiped away except this, feeling and sensation wrapped together in a glorious tangle, and your mind fogs are oxygen becomes scarce and sweet, making you light-headed, floaty, like you could just drift forever…someone gives a euphoric moan before you realise, belatedly, drunk on your orgasm, that it’s you making that sound.
“Still with me, sweetheart?” Gin’s voice floats to you, mockingly.
It takes you some time to come down from your high and reorient yourself. He’s not gripping your neck anymore and you suck in a gasp of clean air like it’s your first breath after waking up from a coma. In some ways, that’s not inaccurate. The fur glides over your skin, soft as a lady’s gloves, a sweet caress such world’s away from the punishing grip he was holding you in before. You cough a couple of times, your neck aching.
You blink in the dimness. You’re hot, the apex of your thighs still tingling. You begin to feel shame trickling back into you, lying here with your lower half exposed in the woods, where anybody could stumble through the tree line any moment and see you! And Gin, Gin is watching you come back to yourself, watching the way your regained sense of delightful, nonsense human propriety makes you bite your lip and avoid his eyes.
“Well,” Gin says, licking his lips like a satisfied cat and you follow the path of his tongue, swiping your flavour from his bottom lip. His tails move sedately now, like a contented cat’s. “That was one hell of a tribute.”
You yank up your pants and underwear, your face hot, and he moves back to give you a little space. The action seems unusually thoughtful for him, and you narrow your eyes suspiciously. Slowly, you stand, tense, as if you expect him to tackle you again. He’s the opposite of tense, lounging against a tree like a gentleman of leisure on his veranda.
You can still feel his hand on your throat, the points where his claws bit into tender flesh tingling. You want to check if you’re bleeding but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you acknowledge the marks.
“Well…” you echo, stepping back. And then again. The whole time, you keep your eyes on him. You don’t want to ask his permission – you refuse to ask – but you can’t quite bring yourself to turn your back on him.
“Leaving so soon?” Gin looks at his claws.
“Yes.” You say, a flash of defiance in there.
He hums in response, suddenly bored. He’s not even looking at you anymore – could it be now he’s scared the life out of you and taken what he wanted, you hold no further entertainment value? Was this just a passing fancy for him and now he’s had his gun, you can go?
You can only hope that’s the case.
On wobbly legs, like a newborn calf, you back away, slowly at first, then faster. There’s no graceful way to leave the scene after what just happened, so you just turn and run like demons are after you, your feet nearly sinking into rain-softened earth before you regain your balance.
Really, it’s not much of an exaggeration.
Your legs don’t want to hold you up and you trip a couple of times, pain lancing through your exhausted body as you fall onto them at one point. Your clothes stick uncomfortably to your back with sweat, and you feel terribly thirsty.
Later. You think to yourself, uncaring of the branches dragging at your clothes or that there’s probably dirt in your hair. You just want to get out of here, out of this fog and away from the leaves whispering in the trees and eyes watching you in the dark. You try to force yourself to go faster but your legs are unsteady, shaky. It’s a wonder you can walk at all.
“Almost there, almost there…” you murmur under your breath, cheeks stinging with embarrassment that you’re having to reassure yourself out loud like this, but who’s around to hear you now?
Up ahead, you can see it, the path, leading back down from the mountain, back to civilisation and normalcy and where everything is sane and safe and boring – no, not boring – comforting. Boringly comforting? Comfortingly boring?
The Inari statues flank the start of the path, and you stumble to a halt as you pass between them, a stitch burning in your side. You rest your hands on your knees, panting, a strange taste in your mouth, but relief washes over you, like you’ve fallen into a bath after a day of toiling in the dirt.
And then a voice stops your breath in its tracks.
“Except…I don’t recall sayin’ I was done with you yet.”
You nearly fall spinning around.
He's there. Leaning against the statue, bold as you like, arms loosely folded. He takes a second to drink in your shock, your panic and tamped-down desire burning to life again, and he smiles. There’s far too much fang in that smile, and he approaches you slowly. He has no need to run – you’re not going anywhere.
“We have unfinished business.”
As he advances on you, you grip one of the statues for balance, unable to move, unable to say a word. You just watch as he approaches you, that smile never leaving his face.
Because he knows, as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, pressing down – and he knows you know – that no matter where you run in the forest, all paths lead to him.
Aizen had seen one too many Arrancar undress you with their eyes. The insolent needed a rudimentary visual of who you belonged to. Too many moths to the flame.
Quite frankly, he grew tired of dirtying his own hands with their filth.
As if to read his mind, the door rumbled open a crack. The unknown offender on the other side of the door met a chantless Shakkaho.
When he was sure the intruder had either run off or been incinerated, he helped himself to a handful of your ass and pulled you flush to him with a hard snap.
“It’s a shame the watery swill one calls wit cannot afford them the affinity to know who you belong to, wouldn’t you agree, my love?”
But you didn’t have to answer with words; those words wrote themselves into your beloved’s awaiting lips as you kissed him with a scorching fervency that could burn down every pristine corridor of Hueco Mundo.
„What a messy little hole“. Grimmjow‘s icy blue eyes stare down at your cum filled and coated throbbing pussy, who was just fucked in an animalistic way from him a minute ago. He had just punished your cunt with his slender but massive dick, cause you got him jealous again.
„I saw you the other day with another man kitty..“ he said in an deep velvety tone, fingers tracing over your slightly sweaty body. Cheeks blushing in a soft pink, you hide your face in the pillow grinding on his still hard length inside of you.
„Am sorry grimmy“ you whispered softly and sensually trying to distract him from his burning jealousy. An deep rough chuckle rumbled in his chest, an sinister but lustful glint in his eyes while he began to thrust his cock and his cum even deeper inside of your warm leaking cunt, earning an little whine from you.
„You can do better than that, kitty. Show me how sorry you are and let me see how you fall apart on my cock again all night long.“
