Grimmjaw / Orihime NC-17 A Gift in Thanks
Title: A Gift in Thanks [Request]
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjow Jaggerjack / Inoue Orihime
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): pr0n, rape, non-con, spoilers up to Ch.240, Grimmjaw's mouth is surprisingly clean;
Disclaimer: Even Kubo-sensei isn't as cruel to Orihime as I'm being right now…
Summary/Notes: Amazingly, this is canon [if you take out the sex anyway]. A continuation of the events in Ch. 240 that I had made a guess on in this comment for ardane1. I edited it for facts and lengthened it. ::bows:: I'm sorry, Orihime!
After Grimmjaw had settled down and the psychotic laugher had died to a sinister chuckle, his eyes landed on the girl who healed him. No one but her. Holding it out from him and marveling, he flexed his hand and sneered. Good as brand-fuckin-new.
From above, Aizen's voice floated down to him. "You may thank her, Grimmjaw. Just don't break her."
Grimmjaw turned to the girl, scoffing at the permission. As if he wasn't going to do it anyway... "Oi, teme. What's yer name?"
She started a little. "I-Inoue Orihime...!" she said cautiously.
"Hmmm... Orihime huh? Che. Too long. I'll call you Hime. Now follow me!"
"But, but the other-" Orihime said as she rose to her feet and looked at the lower half of the other arrancar.
"Forget him! I said let's go!" He grabbed her by her elbow and dragged her behind him. As they went down the hall, other Arrancar whispered and pointed. He smirked and sneered at them, snapping on occasion. "'S right, stupid fuckers! Go off and die!" He continued to pull but not as much as Orihime ran to keep up with him.
"Aa, but the other one-"
"FORGET HIM!" he snarled, throwing her in front of him towards a door. He opened it and pushed her inside. "Now then, Hime. I got somethin' for ya..."
Her eyes grew wide as she saw the door -her only means of escape- close behind him.
"Aizen-sama, the stupid prick, said I could thank ya, so…" his voice trailed off as he jerked her face up to look at him. "…as long as I don't break ya." He gave a snort. "Not like I was gonna. Che."
But the smile on his face said something completely different.
His face descended on hers and she tried to pull back, but his grip was firm on her jaw and their lips met. He didn't try anything deeper, just pressing them together, then pulled back and licked his lips. He gave a low humming noise, as if thinking about something, before releasing her. She stumbled back, not realizing she'd still been trying to pull away even after the kiss… her fist kiss. She closed her eyes and pushed back the burning sensation.
A hand to her back pushed her in an unknown direction and she opened her eyes just as her shins hit the bed and she fell with a startled yelp to its surprisingly soft surface. She scrambled to the corner and looked back at the arrancar. He sat on the edge of the bed, still thinking about something.
Suddenly, as if decided, he turned to her and gave a smirk. "Come 'ere, Hime." She shook her head no, but he disregarded it and leaned over. He grabbed her by an ankle and dragged her across the bed. She gave a small cry and kicked a little as she tried to keep her dress from riding up.
He pulled her into his lap despite her brief struggle. He put his cheek to hers -the one without the mask- and ran his hands up her thighs. She gave a squeak at the closeness and the cold that seemed to radiate from his hands. They didn't stop or seem to even acknowledge her trepidation as they went under her skirt. Fingers danced over her panty line. Suddenly she was turned to the side and forced to lay back, her hips still resting slightly above her head as they stayed on his legs.
Uncomfortably, she wiggled a bit, but stopped as a finger hooked under her panties and pulled down. She gave another peep of alarm and started to sit up, but a hand to her chest forced her back down as her last meager line of defense was removed and tossed aside.
"Don' worry 'bout it, Hime. I'll take real good care of ya," Grimmjaw said, the leer in his voice evident.
He shoved a hand between her legs easily despite her effort to keep them closed. A finger gently stroke between the two folds and her whole body jerked. Her hands flew to her mouth and her head vibrated back and forth in denial. He looked at her then, the smallest of smirks on his face as he curled his fingers against her. She gave a muffled shout and her legs moved.
"Nooo~!" but it sounded more like a whimper from behind her shaking hands. She closed her eyes to shut him out. She would rather he be sneering at her, jeering, *anything* but that small confident smirk. Anything else…!
Grimmjaw gave a low chuckle. "You can't deny it, Hime-chan," the affectionate moniker further mocking her. He ran a finger gently over the little bud at the top and her legs flailed for a second. Even if she hadn't said anything, her body knew well enough. "Ne, Hime-chan." His voice rumbled over her. She shook her head, trying to make it go away. "Don't it feel good?"
She gave a sob. Feeling one of her arms being grabbed, she jerked, but it was unrelenting as it pulled her back up. A voice whispered in her ear all sorts of things and she denied them over and over again even as her legs lost their strength and began to open. Two fingers now were teasing her and she couldn’t muffle her cries as well with one hand, the other arm being directed to lay over his shoulder as he traced patterns over her side. As they delved inside her, she choked out a moan and buried her face into his chest.
Finally, she began to cry. He could feel the warm tears dribbling down his chest. Her arm was tight around his neck as her body jerked, ignoring her minds pleas for it not to react, for it not to feel good… He would take pleasure in it all. Her first kisses. Her first moans. Her first squeals. Her first screams…
He shifted to pull them further back onto the bed. Tipping to the side, he let her fall back so her head landed on the pillow. She flailed a bit at the sensation and her eyes snapped open. She saw his smile, the narrowness of his eyes as he tortured her and broke her. He moved her legs from his lap and knelt over her, his knee between her legs to prevent her from closing them as his fingers moved in and out, slick with her arousal.
She continued to sob into her hand. The other remained by him, gripping his shoulder at every rub against her clit. Her nails dug in and she wriggled on the bed, whole body shaking with the effort to not give him a sound. She bit her fingers and clenched her eyes shut.
Grimmjaw sneered a little. Aa. His little Hime-chan was being difficult. He took the hand from her mouth and pinned it under his against the bed. She grit her teeth. "Let it out Hime-chan," he said huskily against her ear. He ran his tongue over the edge and she gave a moan, and it was the beginning of the end…
His finger danced along her walls and now she couldn't stop. Her hips moved down against them without her consent. Her throat constricted with the effort to not make noise, but his tongue made her let one free. It was running over her lips, and another twirl of skilled fingers caused another low keening noise to slip. Then, it was in her mouth, running over her own tongue and tasting her. With her mouth open, another wall came crumbling down and she gasped into his mouth, groaning and panting the pleasure he was bringing her.
Suddenly, his fingers were gone and she whined, horrified at how she craved them. Her skirt slid down her legs and she almost helped him remove them. Her shirt was pulled up to pool above her breasts. He didn't bother with the clasp in the back. He simply cut through the front and let her bra fall open. His mouth left hers to latch onto a nipple and her back arched. Her voice echoed through the room and her tears renewed themselves. Each lick, each suck, each nibble brought her closer and closer despite there being no relief to the aching between her legs. Once cool hands were now hot as they kneaded her breasts and tweaked the one not being taken care of by a rough tongue.
When a hand disappeared, she hardly noticed. Her legs moved, opening further as he slid between them. A hand caressed her thigh, then there was a piercing pain and she screamed with surprise at it. She trembled and gripped at him as she realized what he'd done. The tears had never stopped, but now they came back with greater force.
"Mine now, Hime-chan," he breathed in her ear. He didn't immediately move, just massaged her clit to ease away the pain. Her sobs into his ear irritated him, but they soon turned to moans again at his attentiveness. "All mine, now." He moved and her breathing hitched. He moved out and in, softly, carefully, until the pain was all gone and she was rocking with him…
He had violated her. The only thing she had left that was solely her own, and he had taken it so simply. Her hand moved from her mouth to wrap around his neck. What did she have left now? Her mouth opened to receive his and her legs enclosed his hips. His thrusts got harder and deeper, contradicting the calm he was outwardly portray. He was eager now, and he craved her screams. She gave them to him, letting them rip from her body of their own will. She had nothing…
His hands were everywhere, stroking, pulling, groping and grabbing everything. He let out his own growls as he let himself go and moved smoothly in and out of her prepared body. His mouth moved over hers, then her neck, her collarbone, and back again. He soaked her in as she came, entire body latching onto him and strangling him as he jerked to not allow himself to be left behind. He bit her shoulder, one last mark of his ownership, as he released deep inside her and she went lax. Sliding back to the bed after raising off it to cling to him, her eyes moved to look at anything except for him.
He untangled their limbs and grabbed her face. She flinched. "Yer mine now, Hime-chan. If any of those fuckers tries something, you tell 'em that, understand?" She didn't respond, but he knew she did. "Yer property of the Sesta Espada.."
He laughed, pulling away and climbing from the bed. He pulled up his hakama and retied the sash. He leaned down and picked up her skirt and panties. He tossed them at her. "Get dressed." He ordered, then opened the door. "I'll be back later," he promised, the large sneer back on his face. "See you later, Hime-chan."
Once the door closed, Orihime curled up into a ball into the corner and cried. Nothing… She had nothing…
Note : Ara ara… How was my first foray into het!Bleach fanfiction? Hopefully not too painful for you guys… ::bows:: Gomen, Orihime… But I don't think I was as horrible to you as other people have been or will be… Oh, and as a sound track, I suggest you listen to dramatic music [Perhaps a bit *over*dramatic, but meh!]! I recommend Elfen Lied's OP Lilium, Angels by Within Temptation, and Nazca's OP Ai no Fugue! ::nods:: I can upload them if you want! But really, if you've gotten to this point, it's too late, isn't it? ::laughs:: Anywho. My second fic in celebration of Grimmjaw week! Hope you guys… errr… enjoyed it?
Raped by Shipped off to kurosaki_clinic & allbleachedup
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjow Jaggerjack / Inoue Orihime
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): pr0n, rape, non-con, spoilers up to Ch.240, Grimmjaw's mouth is surprisingly clean;
Disclaimer: Even Kubo-sensei isn't as cruel to Orihime as I'm being right now…
Summary/Notes: Amazingly, this is canon [if you take out the sex anyway]. A continuation of the events in Ch. 240 that I had made a guess on in this comment for ardane1. I edited it for facts and lengthened it. ::bows:: I'm sorry, Orihime!
After Grimmjaw had settled down and the psychotic laugher had died to a sinister chuckle, his eyes landed on the girl who healed him. No one but her. Holding it out from him and marveling, he flexed his hand and sneered. Good as brand-fuckin-new.
From above, Aizen's voice floated down to him. "You may thank her, Grimmjaw. Just don't break her."
Grimmjaw turned to the girl, scoffing at the permission. As if he wasn't going to do it anyway... "Oi, teme. What's yer name?"
She started a little. "I-Inoue Orihime...!" she said cautiously.
"Hmmm... Orihime huh? Che. Too long. I'll call you Hime. Now follow me!"
"But, but the other-" Orihime said as she rose to her feet and looked at the lower half of the other arrancar.
"Forget him! I said let's go!" He grabbed her by her elbow and dragged her behind him. As they went down the hall, other Arrancar whispered and pointed. He smirked and sneered at them, snapping on occasion. "'S right, stupid fuckers! Go off and die!" He continued to pull but not as much as Orihime ran to keep up with him.
"Aa, but the other one-"
"FORGET HIM!" he snarled, throwing her in front of him towards a door. He opened it and pushed her inside. "Now then, Hime. I got somethin' for ya..."
Her eyes grew wide as she saw the door -her only means of escape- close behind him.
"Aizen-sama, the stupid prick, said I could thank ya, so…" his voice trailed off as he jerked her face up to look at him. "…as long as I don't break ya." He gave a snort. "Not like I was gonna. Che."
But the smile on his face said something completely different.
His face descended on hers and she tried to pull back, but his grip was firm on her jaw and their lips met. He didn't try anything deeper, just pressing them together, then pulled back and licked his lips. He gave a low humming noise, as if thinking about something, before releasing her. She stumbled back, not realizing she'd still been trying to pull away even after the kiss… her fist kiss. She closed her eyes and pushed back the burning sensation.
A hand to her back pushed her in an unknown direction and she opened her eyes just as her shins hit the bed and she fell with a startled yelp to its surprisingly soft surface. She scrambled to the corner and looked back at the arrancar. He sat on the edge of the bed, still thinking about something.
Suddenly, as if decided, he turned to her and gave a smirk. "Come 'ere, Hime." She shook her head no, but he disregarded it and leaned over. He grabbed her by an ankle and dragged her across the bed. She gave a small cry and kicked a little as she tried to keep her dress from riding up.
He pulled her into his lap despite her brief struggle. He put his cheek to hers -the one without the mask- and ran his hands up her thighs. She gave a squeak at the closeness and the cold that seemed to radiate from his hands. They didn't stop or seem to even acknowledge her trepidation as they went under her skirt. Fingers danced over her panty line. Suddenly she was turned to the side and forced to lay back, her hips still resting slightly above her head as they stayed on his legs.
Uncomfortably, she wiggled a bit, but stopped as a finger hooked under her panties and pulled down. She gave another peep of alarm and started to sit up, but a hand to her chest forced her back down as her last meager line of defense was removed and tossed aside.
"Don' worry 'bout it, Hime. I'll take real good care of ya," Grimmjaw said, the leer in his voice evident.
He shoved a hand between her legs easily despite her effort to keep them closed. A finger gently stroke between the two folds and her whole body jerked. Her hands flew to her mouth and her head vibrated back and forth in denial. He looked at her then, the smallest of smirks on his face as he curled his fingers against her. She gave a muffled shout and her legs moved.
"Nooo~!" but it sounded more like a whimper from behind her shaking hands. She closed her eyes to shut him out. She would rather he be sneering at her, jeering, *anything* but that small confident smirk. Anything else…!
Grimmjaw gave a low chuckle. "You can't deny it, Hime-chan," the affectionate moniker further mocking her. He ran a finger gently over the little bud at the top and her legs flailed for a second. Even if she hadn't said anything, her body knew well enough. "Ne, Hime-chan." His voice rumbled over her. She shook her head, trying to make it go away. "Don't it feel good?"
She gave a sob. Feeling one of her arms being grabbed, she jerked, but it was unrelenting as it pulled her back up. A voice whispered in her ear all sorts of things and she denied them over and over again even as her legs lost their strength and began to open. Two fingers now were teasing her and she couldn’t muffle her cries as well with one hand, the other arm being directed to lay over his shoulder as he traced patterns over her side. As they delved inside her, she choked out a moan and buried her face into his chest.
Finally, she began to cry. He could feel the warm tears dribbling down his chest. Her arm was tight around his neck as her body jerked, ignoring her minds pleas for it not to react, for it not to feel good… He would take pleasure in it all. Her first kisses. Her first moans. Her first squeals. Her first screams…
He shifted to pull them further back onto the bed. Tipping to the side, he let her fall back so her head landed on the pillow. She flailed a bit at the sensation and her eyes snapped open. She saw his smile, the narrowness of his eyes as he tortured her and broke her. He moved her legs from his lap and knelt over her, his knee between her legs to prevent her from closing them as his fingers moved in and out, slick with her arousal.
She continued to sob into her hand. The other remained by him, gripping his shoulder at every rub against her clit. Her nails dug in and she wriggled on the bed, whole body shaking with the effort to not give him a sound. She bit her fingers and clenched her eyes shut.
Grimmjaw sneered a little. Aa. His little Hime-chan was being difficult. He took the hand from her mouth and pinned it under his against the bed. She grit her teeth. "Let it out Hime-chan," he said huskily against her ear. He ran his tongue over the edge and she gave a moan, and it was the beginning of the end…
His finger danced along her walls and now she couldn't stop. Her hips moved down against them without her consent. Her throat constricted with the effort to not make noise, but his tongue made her let one free. It was running over her lips, and another twirl of skilled fingers caused another low keening noise to slip. Then, it was in her mouth, running over her own tongue and tasting her. With her mouth open, another wall came crumbling down and she gasped into his mouth, groaning and panting the pleasure he was bringing her.
Suddenly, his fingers were gone and she whined, horrified at how she craved them. Her skirt slid down her legs and she almost helped him remove them. Her shirt was pulled up to pool above her breasts. He didn't bother with the clasp in the back. He simply cut through the front and let her bra fall open. His mouth left hers to latch onto a nipple and her back arched. Her voice echoed through the room and her tears renewed themselves. Each lick, each suck, each nibble brought her closer and closer despite there being no relief to the aching between her legs. Once cool hands were now hot as they kneaded her breasts and tweaked the one not being taken care of by a rough tongue.
When a hand disappeared, she hardly noticed. Her legs moved, opening further as he slid between them. A hand caressed her thigh, then there was a piercing pain and she screamed with surprise at it. She trembled and gripped at him as she realized what he'd done. The tears had never stopped, but now they came back with greater force.
"Mine now, Hime-chan," he breathed in her ear. He didn't immediately move, just massaged her clit to ease away the pain. Her sobs into his ear irritated him, but they soon turned to moans again at his attentiveness. "All mine, now." He moved and her breathing hitched. He moved out and in, softly, carefully, until the pain was all gone and she was rocking with him…
He had violated her. The only thing she had left that was solely her own, and he had taken it so simply. Her hand moved from her mouth to wrap around his neck. What did she have left now? Her mouth opened to receive his and her legs enclosed his hips. His thrusts got harder and deeper, contradicting the calm he was outwardly portray. He was eager now, and he craved her screams. She gave them to him, letting them rip from her body of their own will. She had nothing…
His hands were everywhere, stroking, pulling, groping and grabbing everything. He let out his own growls as he let himself go and moved smoothly in and out of her prepared body. His mouth moved over hers, then her neck, her collarbone, and back again. He soaked her in as she came, entire body latching onto him and strangling him as he jerked to not allow himself to be left behind. He bit her shoulder, one last mark of his ownership, as he released deep inside her and she went lax. Sliding back to the bed after raising off it to cling to him, her eyes moved to look at anything except for him.
He untangled their limbs and grabbed her face. She flinched. "Yer mine now, Hime-chan. If any of those fuckers tries something, you tell 'em that, understand?" She didn't respond, but he knew she did. "Yer property of the Sesta Espada.."
He laughed, pulling away and climbing from the bed. He pulled up his hakama and retied the sash. He leaned down and picked up her skirt and panties. He tossed them at her. "Get dressed." He ordered, then opened the door. "I'll be back later," he promised, the large sneer back on his face. "See you later, Hime-chan."
Once the door closed, Orihime curled up into a ball into the corner and cried. Nothing… She had nothing…
Note : Ara ara… How was my first foray into het!Bleach fanfiction? Hopefully not too painful for you guys… ::bows:: Gomen, Orihime… But I don't think I was as horrible to you as other people have been or will be… Oh, and as a sound track, I suggest you listen to dramatic music [Perhaps a bit *over*dramatic, but meh!]! I recommend Elfen Lied's OP Lilium, Angels by Within Temptation, and Nazca's OP Ai no Fugue! ::nods:: I can upload them if you want! But really, if you've gotten to this point, it's too late, isn't it? ::laughs:: Anywho. My second fic in celebration of Grimmjaw week! Hope you guys… errr… enjoyed it?
Raped by Shipped off to kurosaki_clinic & allbleachedup