Grimmjaw / Orihime NC-17 Ownership
Title: Ownership or Possession
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjow Jaggerjack / Inoue Orihime [Hints of Ichimaru / Orihime]
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): pr0n, rape, non-con, spoilers up to Ch.240, Grimmjaw has a potty mouth;
Disclaimer: Not mine…. ::still sad about it::
Summary/Notes: This a kind of a sequel to A Gift in Thanks… it takes place in the same timeline… I was struck in the face by this at work, so just imagine sitting at work with this story rolling through your head as a slideshow… with words! Anyway, I blame xxtorturedxx for writing all that GrimmIchi… and stereotype_vamp for 'inspiring' me to draw my version of her Arrancar!Orihime...
A Gift in Thanks
They could all hear it, because Ichimaru left the door open. Her screams echoed down the halls and everyone knew what it meant. He was having his fun with her, and unless you wanted to die or join in, you’d better stay away.
Orihime slumped over her pillow listlessly. The wide smile still haunting her vision even after his back was turned and he’d walked out. Even though he had left a long time ago it was still there, but time had no meaning in this place it seemed. Just a moon, and she couldn’t tell anything from it. She could have been there for months and she wouldn’t have known. The only thing that told the passage of time was food, when she had to use the bathroom… and her visits from Ichimaru…which meant Grimmjaw would follow soon after…
She had learned that no matter how much she wanted to cover herself and hide in shame, putting her clothes back on after Ichimaru’s visits was pointless. While Ichimaru would make her strip, Grimmjaw would simply rip them off if he felt like it. If she wanted to keep the ones she liked, it was best to not wear them at all.
The tiniest twinge of power alerted her to his coming. She buried her face into the pillow and shook. She didn’t want anymore. She couldn’t handle it anymore…! The pillow was yanked from her and she gave a small cry. Grimmjaw tossed it aside as he looked her over. It was almost a custom, for him to inspect her, as if assessing the damage that had been done. What he did after that seemed to change according to his mood, but whatever he did was never as frightening or painful as the other one…
Grimmjaw also the left the door open, inviting anyone who would dare to take a peek inside. While Ichimaru made her scream in terror, he would make her scream for more. He would lavish her body with attention and she would be tingling everywhere, arching beneath him, sometimes astride him, against the wall, on the floor, on top of the dresser, and pressed up against the headboard. Anywhere that he was able, he would fuck her and make her cry out his name until she was hoarse, legs kicking in the air, sometimes almost beside her ears, or other times wrapped around his waist He never commanded her to say anything, just tortured and teased her until she begged and he would grin madly at her as he obliged and sent her on an ecstasy tinted spiral.
They both wanted her to beg, but what Grimmjaw demanded was easier to give than what Ichimaru took.
When he was done, he would leave her where she lay and pick up his clothes and hers. While he dressed, he’d look at what she’d worn. Sometimes he’d vaporize them, and other times he would toss them over his shoulder at her, his way of saying “Get dressed.” After a few squeaks of protest and then the subsequent glare when he destroyed her clothes, she realized he was only leaving her the things he liked… and what he liked made her easy to access.
He did the same thing that day, tossing them over his shoulder, the clothes being things he had already approved of. She watched him walk out, but it was more of a strut. He caught one of the arrancar that had been either listening or passing by and it screamed something. She cringed and turned her head. She didn’t know what Grimmjaw would do to it, but she could do nothing… she had never been able to do anything… She reached for the pillow and buried her face into it again, crying softly.
It had been a while since either of them had come. She didn’t know whether to be ecstatic or worried. She could only hope and pray that Ichimaru had gotten tired of her and would leave her in peace… and though Grimmjaw would still visit, his were never as frequent until Ichimaru had started his games…
Her hopes were dashed as she turned towards the dresser. An unnaturally wide mouth was the only thing visible from the angle she was looking into the mirror. She gave a startled scream and whipped around, but he was pressed against her, forcing her to shove herself back against the dresser for distance.
“Ne, what’cha think we should do today, Hime-chan?” He purred, hand running through her hair. She trembled at the touch. No matter how many times, she could never get used to it, and he knew it. It was why he kept coming back…
“We c’n go on all day~! ‘cus Grimm-chan won’ be keepin’ ya company,” he whispered softly, smile growing even wider as her eyes widened. “An I know ya’ll miss ‘em somthin’ terrible…”
He could hear them, her screams, and they were getting louder and louder as the days passed by, but that fucking bastard Aizen had him running around like a damn chicken with its head cut off. They were all things that needed to be done, and he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about it. That ice princess Ulquiorra could take care of shit like this. They were just keeping him from her, he knew it. Keeping him away from what he knew was his so that asshole Ichimaru could warp her to his will.
He stalked through the halls, hands deep in his pockets as he went on another pointless ‘Urgent Errand’. He wasn’t a fucking delivery boy. This shit was far below an espada, and he’d be damned if he didn’t let that bastard know that. He chucked the package at the back of the arrancar’s head who was in the room. As it collided and the figure gave a startled yelp he was already gone, legs moving him over a familiar path. He had nothing to do after this, and like hell was reporting back to anyone to get more orders.
He stepped through her open door and his eyes narrowed. She sat in the chair, staring off into the corner and fully dressed. He came up behind her and grabbed her by the neck. She gasped and kicked as he tossed her onto the bed. Eyes wide with fear she stared at him, then they turned to surprise. “Grimmjaw!”
He gave a snort. “Haven’t even started yet and yer callin fer me.” He grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it free easily. He grabbed her legs and pushed them apart so he could settle between them. Her shirt was gone a moment later when he noticed the look of relief on her face. He didn’t know what she had to be relieved about, but he supposed that having to choose between him and the grinning bastard, it was obvious he was the better choice.
“Grimmjaw…! Ichimaru said-“
He swore he saw tears in her eyes, but that became a moot point as the disgusting name passed from her lips. He grabbed her jaw and hissed, “Never say that fucker’s name again, ya hear me?” Her eyes widened again, and he knew he wasn’t imagining it.
“But he said-“
“Never believe shit that comes outta that bastard’s mouth!” He snarled, leaning back and looking her over. He gave another hiss. There were marks of someone else all over her, and he wouldn’t stand for it. Grabbing her hair and forcing her up, he claimed her mouth and ran hands over her. A gentle stroke here and there and she gave soft moans into his mouth. He seethed. Places that would have had her yowling did nothing, and he hated having to learn something again. He growled and pressed against her, grinding into her already bucking hips. He was reaching for her hand when a familiar chill ran up his spine.
With another snarl, he sat back. “The fuck you want?”
Ulquiorra looked at the scene in front of him. Eyes zooming in on Grimmjaw he deadpanned, “Aizen-sama wishes to speak to you.” Before Grimmjaw could even try to blow it off he added forcefully, “Now.”
Grimmjaw turned back to the girl and a deep rumbling in his chest made her stiffen. He grabbed her leg and pulled her a bit closer as he leaned down and ravaged her mouth. He flipped her to the side as he stepped off the bed. “Don’t move,” he ordered, skulking out the door to follow the path Ulquiorra had taken.
Orihime watch as he disappeared around the corner. She curled into a ball and waited, and waited. She even fell asleep, but he never came back…
Grimmjaw stood, slouched in a falsely relaxed pose as he waited below the dais. Aizen appeared some time later, and he found it hard to keep his calm. Fucking bastard had called him and made him wait! It wasn’t like he did any fucking thing aside from the births. Stupid asshole. And that grinning idiot was right beside him.
“Grimmjaw,” came the annoyingly paternal sounding voice.
His looked up, eyes half-lidded in irritation that looked like mild interest.
“I believe you’re getting attached to Inoue.” Grimmjaw gave a half-laugh at the ridiculousness of the statement until he realized the asshole was being serious. “You’re not to see her without asking permission.”
His anger flared then, and he stood a little straighter until he felt the lurking presence of Tousen from behind. He fell back into his relaxed posture. Was the fucker gonna try an’ cut of his arm again? He kept himself alert as he gave snort. He would simply get the girl to reattach it again… if they’d let him.
“See. Told ya he’d get mad,” Ichimaru said none too softly and smiled down at him.
This time Grimmjaw didn’t contain the sneer that spread over his face. “Whatever,” he growled. Mother fucking bastard, he added as an afterthought. He left the room and walked aimlessly around, everyone else conveniently absence from his path.
It spread quickly, the rumor of his being forbidden to see the human bitch. He could hear the whispers as one said to the other, “He’s mad cus they took his toy away.” Those arrancar didn’t live to see another 30 seconds. If he was pissed it wasn’t because of the fucking wench. It was because he was being denied access to something that he owned. She was his. And all the while her screams ricocheted off the walls and Ichimaru gave Grimmjaw smiles of mirth as he grew pissier by the day…
He stood under the dais for all of a second before grinding out, “I’m gonna see her,” and turning on his heel to walk to her room, normal leisurely pace just a bit faster.
Aizen just smiled, watching the espada nurse the sore spot on his pride as he fled for the girl. Ichimaru laughed, hanging over the back of the chair and fiddling with Aizen’s clothes. “’e c’n ave whatever’s left…”
He slammed the door open to her room and she turned, eyes still just as wide, but the look of terror and fatigue marked her. He kicked the door closed. No one would bother him this time. He crossed the room and she stood. He grabbed the dress and pulled, fabric tearing. She gave a small cry of fear and jerked against him. A backhand to her face silenced her as he stripped her. She stood, trembling as his eyes raked over her, memorizing the bruises and small marks.
His jacket and hakama fell to the floor. He pushed her to the bed and let his tongue run over the fresh mark against her face. It ran over her jaw line before diving into her mouth. He spread her legs and without warning, pushed inside. Her whimpering doing nothing to stop him. His hands gripped her hips as he moved, brining her to crash back into him as he let out his pent up frustrations.
For every bruise, every mark on her body, he would kill that bastard Ichimaru. He would run his hands, his lips, his tongue over every surface of her body to clean away the disgusting traces left behind. He would come inside of her until it came spilling back out to remove every ounce of that asshole's presence in her. As he heard her moan out his name softly, he resolved to kill that motherfucker for touching what was his.
Notes : Grimmjaw… is very possessive! 0.o I had meant for it to be more subtle, but he didn’t want to be. He decided his mind was his and he’d think what he wanted to, even if he didn’t act it out… ::sighs:: Poor Hime. I unleashed Ichimaru on her… I’m sorry… =_=
x-posted to kurosaki_clinic
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjow Jaggerjack / Inoue Orihime [Hints of Ichimaru / Orihime]
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): pr0n, rape, non-con, spoilers up to Ch.240, Grimmjaw has a potty mouth;
Disclaimer: Not mine…. ::still sad about it::
Summary/Notes: This a kind of a sequel to A Gift in Thanks… it takes place in the same timeline… I was struck in the face by this at work, so just imagine sitting at work with this story rolling through your head as a slideshow… with words! Anyway, I blame xxtorturedxx for writing all that GrimmIchi… and stereotype_vamp for 'inspiring' me to draw my version of her Arrancar!Orihime...
A Gift in Thanks
They could all hear it, because Ichimaru left the door open. Her screams echoed down the halls and everyone knew what it meant. He was having his fun with her, and unless you wanted to die or join in, you’d better stay away.
Orihime slumped over her pillow listlessly. The wide smile still haunting her vision even after his back was turned and he’d walked out. Even though he had left a long time ago it was still there, but time had no meaning in this place it seemed. Just a moon, and she couldn’t tell anything from it. She could have been there for months and she wouldn’t have known. The only thing that told the passage of time was food, when she had to use the bathroom… and her visits from Ichimaru…which meant Grimmjaw would follow soon after…
She had learned that no matter how much she wanted to cover herself and hide in shame, putting her clothes back on after Ichimaru’s visits was pointless. While Ichimaru would make her strip, Grimmjaw would simply rip them off if he felt like it. If she wanted to keep the ones she liked, it was best to not wear them at all.
The tiniest twinge of power alerted her to his coming. She buried her face into the pillow and shook. She didn’t want anymore. She couldn’t handle it anymore…! The pillow was yanked from her and she gave a small cry. Grimmjaw tossed it aside as he looked her over. It was almost a custom, for him to inspect her, as if assessing the damage that had been done. What he did after that seemed to change according to his mood, but whatever he did was never as frightening or painful as the other one…
Grimmjaw also the left the door open, inviting anyone who would dare to take a peek inside. While Ichimaru made her scream in terror, he would make her scream for more. He would lavish her body with attention and she would be tingling everywhere, arching beneath him, sometimes astride him, against the wall, on the floor, on top of the dresser, and pressed up against the headboard. Anywhere that he was able, he would fuck her and make her cry out his name until she was hoarse, legs kicking in the air, sometimes almost beside her ears, or other times wrapped around his waist He never commanded her to say anything, just tortured and teased her until she begged and he would grin madly at her as he obliged and sent her on an ecstasy tinted spiral.
They both wanted her to beg, but what Grimmjaw demanded was easier to give than what Ichimaru took.
When he was done, he would leave her where she lay and pick up his clothes and hers. While he dressed, he’d look at what she’d worn. Sometimes he’d vaporize them, and other times he would toss them over his shoulder at her, his way of saying “Get dressed.” After a few squeaks of protest and then the subsequent glare when he destroyed her clothes, she realized he was only leaving her the things he liked… and what he liked made her easy to access.
He did the same thing that day, tossing them over his shoulder, the clothes being things he had already approved of. She watched him walk out, but it was more of a strut. He caught one of the arrancar that had been either listening or passing by and it screamed something. She cringed and turned her head. She didn’t know what Grimmjaw would do to it, but she could do nothing… she had never been able to do anything… She reached for the pillow and buried her face into it again, crying softly.
It had been a while since either of them had come. She didn’t know whether to be ecstatic or worried. She could only hope and pray that Ichimaru had gotten tired of her and would leave her in peace… and though Grimmjaw would still visit, his were never as frequent until Ichimaru had started his games…
Her hopes were dashed as she turned towards the dresser. An unnaturally wide mouth was the only thing visible from the angle she was looking into the mirror. She gave a startled scream and whipped around, but he was pressed against her, forcing her to shove herself back against the dresser for distance.
“Ne, what’cha think we should do today, Hime-chan?” He purred, hand running through her hair. She trembled at the touch. No matter how many times, she could never get used to it, and he knew it. It was why he kept coming back…
“We c’n go on all day~! ‘cus Grimm-chan won’ be keepin’ ya company,” he whispered softly, smile growing even wider as her eyes widened. “An I know ya’ll miss ‘em somthin’ terrible…”
He could hear them, her screams, and they were getting louder and louder as the days passed by, but that fucking bastard Aizen had him running around like a damn chicken with its head cut off. They were all things that needed to be done, and he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about it. That ice princess Ulquiorra could take care of shit like this. They were just keeping him from her, he knew it. Keeping him away from what he knew was his so that asshole Ichimaru could warp her to his will.
He stalked through the halls, hands deep in his pockets as he went on another pointless ‘Urgent Errand’. He wasn’t a fucking delivery boy. This shit was far below an espada, and he’d be damned if he didn’t let that bastard know that. He chucked the package at the back of the arrancar’s head who was in the room. As it collided and the figure gave a startled yelp he was already gone, legs moving him over a familiar path. He had nothing to do after this, and like hell was reporting back to anyone to get more orders.
He stepped through her open door and his eyes narrowed. She sat in the chair, staring off into the corner and fully dressed. He came up behind her and grabbed her by the neck. She gasped and kicked as he tossed her onto the bed. Eyes wide with fear she stared at him, then they turned to surprise. “Grimmjaw!”
He gave a snort. “Haven’t even started yet and yer callin fer me.” He grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it free easily. He grabbed her legs and pushed them apart so he could settle between them. Her shirt was gone a moment later when he noticed the look of relief on her face. He didn’t know what she had to be relieved about, but he supposed that having to choose between him and the grinning bastard, it was obvious he was the better choice.
“Grimmjaw…! Ichimaru said-“
He swore he saw tears in her eyes, but that became a moot point as the disgusting name passed from her lips. He grabbed her jaw and hissed, “Never say that fucker’s name again, ya hear me?” Her eyes widened again, and he knew he wasn’t imagining it.
“But he said-“
“Never believe shit that comes outta that bastard’s mouth!” He snarled, leaning back and looking her over. He gave another hiss. There were marks of someone else all over her, and he wouldn’t stand for it. Grabbing her hair and forcing her up, he claimed her mouth and ran hands over her. A gentle stroke here and there and she gave soft moans into his mouth. He seethed. Places that would have had her yowling did nothing, and he hated having to learn something again. He growled and pressed against her, grinding into her already bucking hips. He was reaching for her hand when a familiar chill ran up his spine.
With another snarl, he sat back. “The fuck you want?”
Ulquiorra looked at the scene in front of him. Eyes zooming in on Grimmjaw he deadpanned, “Aizen-sama wishes to speak to you.” Before Grimmjaw could even try to blow it off he added forcefully, “Now.”
Grimmjaw turned back to the girl and a deep rumbling in his chest made her stiffen. He grabbed her leg and pulled her a bit closer as he leaned down and ravaged her mouth. He flipped her to the side as he stepped off the bed. “Don’t move,” he ordered, skulking out the door to follow the path Ulquiorra had taken.
Orihime watch as he disappeared around the corner. She curled into a ball and waited, and waited. She even fell asleep, but he never came back…
Grimmjaw stood, slouched in a falsely relaxed pose as he waited below the dais. Aizen appeared some time later, and he found it hard to keep his calm. Fucking bastard had called him and made him wait! It wasn’t like he did any fucking thing aside from the births. Stupid asshole. And that grinning idiot was right beside him.
“Grimmjaw,” came the annoyingly paternal sounding voice.
His looked up, eyes half-lidded in irritation that looked like mild interest.
“I believe you’re getting attached to Inoue.” Grimmjaw gave a half-laugh at the ridiculousness of the statement until he realized the asshole was being serious. “You’re not to see her without asking permission.”
His anger flared then, and he stood a little straighter until he felt the lurking presence of Tousen from behind. He fell back into his relaxed posture. Was the fucker gonna try an’ cut of his arm again? He kept himself alert as he gave snort. He would simply get the girl to reattach it again… if they’d let him.
“See. Told ya he’d get mad,” Ichimaru said none too softly and smiled down at him.
This time Grimmjaw didn’t contain the sneer that spread over his face. “Whatever,” he growled. Mother fucking bastard, he added as an afterthought. He left the room and walked aimlessly around, everyone else conveniently absence from his path.
It spread quickly, the rumor of his being forbidden to see the human bitch. He could hear the whispers as one said to the other, “He’s mad cus they took his toy away.” Those arrancar didn’t live to see another 30 seconds. If he was pissed it wasn’t because of the fucking wench. It was because he was being denied access to something that he owned. She was his. And all the while her screams ricocheted off the walls and Ichimaru gave Grimmjaw smiles of mirth as he grew pissier by the day…
He stood under the dais for all of a second before grinding out, “I’m gonna see her,” and turning on his heel to walk to her room, normal leisurely pace just a bit faster.
Aizen just smiled, watching the espada nurse the sore spot on his pride as he fled for the girl. Ichimaru laughed, hanging over the back of the chair and fiddling with Aizen’s clothes. “’e c’n ave whatever’s left…”
He slammed the door open to her room and she turned, eyes still just as wide, but the look of terror and fatigue marked her. He kicked the door closed. No one would bother him this time. He crossed the room and she stood. He grabbed the dress and pulled, fabric tearing. She gave a small cry of fear and jerked against him. A backhand to her face silenced her as he stripped her. She stood, trembling as his eyes raked over her, memorizing the bruises and small marks.
His jacket and hakama fell to the floor. He pushed her to the bed and let his tongue run over the fresh mark against her face. It ran over her jaw line before diving into her mouth. He spread her legs and without warning, pushed inside. Her whimpering doing nothing to stop him. His hands gripped her hips as he moved, brining her to crash back into him as he let out his pent up frustrations.
For every bruise, every mark on her body, he would kill that bastard Ichimaru. He would run his hands, his lips, his tongue over every surface of her body to clean away the disgusting traces left behind. He would come inside of her until it came spilling back out to remove every ounce of that asshole's presence in her. As he heard her moan out his name softly, he resolved to kill that motherfucker for touching what was his.
Notes : Grimmjaw… is very possessive! 0.o I had meant for it to be more subtle, but he didn’t want to be. He decided his mind was his and he’d think what he wanted to, even if he didn’t act it out… ::sighs:: Poor Hime. I unleashed Ichimaru on her… I’m sorry… =_=
x-posted to kurosaki_clinic