🍭And So, It Begins🦇

~ October 3rd - Candy, Pole Dancing/Stripping ( Ichigo x Grimmjow ) ~ Extra tags; food play, food insertion/unsafe insertion

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(fic part 1 under the cut)

Ichigo has to have been staring at the rundown lot for about an hour. Or perhaps a minute.

All he's wanted as a young adult looking to get away from his homereef and out from under his father's fin - claw - is to find a decent enough job. This was supposed to be his bout of good luck- not,,, the beginning of a bad horror story.

The secretary who contacted him was real, he gave him accurate and detailed information, he heard his voice. And for what? The carcass of a school who in no reality would have ever been looking to "urgently fill a teaching position". And there was no mistaking the address he was given either. There was no other school in all of Aquacity.

He should've never come here. It's almost dark, the seabus back to Karaura reef is another six hours of travel and not even available again til morning. He feels played with, obviously  frustrated, and so incredibly tired.

And the small apartment he made arrangements for prior to his travel is so lackluster and just plain sad-looking he simply doesn't feel like going there to sleep this horrible night off either.

His feet drage little clouds of sand with every step. He doesn't want to think about it, about how much of a loser he is, about how come morning he'll have to go back home with his tail between his legs and say "hey dad, missed me on the single day I was gone?"

What he could do, is get ahold of a drink, sit on a crowded bar, and perhaps find a warm body to flirt his depression away to.

He doesn't expect to find himself lost to the view of this place. People had looked at him weird at the bus central whenever they heard where he was moving; but no one ever said much of anything about the place. It looked... well, like a city. With a good few large coral buildings towering above, fancy looking roads and lots of businesses; all dark and mostly quiet as night settled above the water. The curious sight of it was all the orange and plack and purple dressing it all. The jack-o-lanterns and the star-like decorations on the doors. Everything set for Halloween like he's never seen anyone do back home, or anywhere ever. It might've looked even cheery and bright earlier... except- where's everybody?

He's not really one for holidays, barely celebrates his birthday at all even, but he knows for a fact that Halloween is supposed to happen.. at night. It's late, but not quite midnight, not so late that a place so meticulously decorated like this would be barren before the ring o the bell. Where is everybody?

As he walks, what little people had been walking by in the distance have all scurried away into their homes or simply out of sight, and more than a little mystifying,,, he's started to get a little freaked.

Ichigo quickens his steps, his one claw clicking anxiously and creating little air bubbles amidst the water, his antenna jittery as he turns about for any sign of life. And... and suddenly there is. Muffled and uninteligible, but it's the sound of music; that must be it surely... everyone's celebrating indoors and here he is... worrying over nothing.

He really hopes it is a bar, he really needs that drink now.

The light trembling of the soundspeakers reaches his body when he finds the place. "Las Noches" it reads and now he's positive it's got to be at least something like a bar. The sound grows louder with each step, and finally the last of his worries start to ease into quiet sort of defeat. He came here to forget his troubles, right? Not to investigate some sort of ghosttown mystery bullshit, even made up by his own sleep-deprived mind.

The bouncer, because there is a bouncer — a blowfish that looks just about ready to get pointier at any wrong look, asks him for a rather outrageous cover charge (like he hasn't lost enough by coming to this city in the first place) that he reluctantly pays anyway. Because anything is better than walking back through that cold street back to his sad apartment right now, if he has to do it, at least he wants to do it with a couple drinks on him. And it all looks normal, with music just loud enough to sort of drown the laughter of a few other fish, here and there, but not enough to deafen, and dim colorful lights giving more of a nightclub ambiance to the establishment, right until someone shoves a bag of halloween decorated candy in his hands and looks at him with tired disappoinment when he meets the second bouncer's face with utter confusion.

"Keep it moving," the guy says tiredly and rushes him in to move on to someone else coming in behind him.

A truly odd fucking city.

But he gets his drink, and a second drink, and he stares at the odd bag of candy from the little table he settled onto somewhere in the middle of the place. Truly, truly, odd.

He's nursing his drink, sadly staring at the funny candy inside his bag and wondering weird things about this city and whether studying medicine like his father had encouraged him to do instead of literature like he wanted would've made any difference, when a sudden burst of light and an excited disenbodied voice announces it's finally midnight.

Fish around him cheer and suddenly he's more and more lost than he was before he came into the nightclub. That is, until the music goes from contented ambiance to sultry and the colored lights reflect on what are very clearly dancing poles arranged along the front of the dark stage he'd somewhat noticed when he first sat. Oh... so it's that kind of place,,, right— huh, he's... never been good in this sort of place.

He's been to strip clubs before, back in college and only when Keigo insisted; but he's not sure he'll ever enjoy it. Not when all he ever does is give the dancers awkward half-stares and wish for sudden death when they make eye contact.

So he's not at all excited when a single dancer makes their appearance on-stage, swaying their hips up to the stage to the beat of the music and the excited cheering of everyone in the club; some dog-whistling earning other fish in the crowd a flirty wink or suggestive little shake of a pretty curled tail.

Fuck, fuck, it's not that he's a prude. Keigo teases him about his supposed virginity enough to know he thinks he is; it's just that... well, pretty people showing off their pretty bits... it gets him all flustered and weird.

Ok, perhaps he is a bit of a prude. But can you judge him? Can anyone in this weird city judge him when those wide hips in those frilly clothes sway and twist so nice along that pole? When that pretty face smiles and bites his lip so cute when perking his ass so lewd?

Pieces of the outfit start to fly and at the first peek of a rosy plush slit he starts to wish he could flee without calling too much attention to himself. But everyone around him just keeps cheering, clearly enjoying the night's entertainment; some even shout of the dancer's name, "Grimmjow~!" to call his attention, or perhaps to encourage him and his perfectly studied dance moves.

It's a rather small city in the end, everyone's bound to know each other.

And just as expected, the shouts and the cheering only bring more confident little grins to the seahorse's face; put a little more oomf to his twists, more curl to his tail. The music still sultry but somewhat more intense as he's bared himself almost fully exposed to his welcoming public. Long legs opening wide for his audience, tail wrapping sinfuly around the pole to balance himself a little more teasingly; and then people are scooching closer, leaning in to playfuly tuck...

Huh —

Fucking candy on his underwear's frilly elastic, and no one seems to mind when it falls onto the stage under its own weight.

What the fuck?

And, oh, oh shit, oh fuck. The newbie look of bewilderment in his face must be so clear from up there, that "Grimmjow" can't hide his cheeky grin when he makes his way right over to the pole standing right in front of his table.

He does as best as he can not to tremble like a little teen when he teasingly curls around the pole, and dances pretty much for him. The audience hooting and whistling for him to do something about it. And then Grimmjow slinks down the pole, all pretty teal skin and curled tail and pretty pink slit, his legs falling open in a flexible squat, back curled and grin just as much, and reaches out with his bare foot to keep teasing him further. And the sight and the foot on his neck, send shivers down his neck and right up his tail; disheveling his clothes and heating him up from his very core until he feels the water around him boil.

"Gimme a treat~" he speaks like hot velvet, voice much deeper than he expected, and that alone startles him with a hot spark right down to his crotch. Everything about him so distracting, that he doesn't quite notice when he went and curled his tail right around his claw, pulling him in right to the edge of his chair, "won't you, stranger?💕"

The only other option would've been to struggle and run like a little coward, and he wanted to, fuck he really wanted to... but somehow, the ache to see more, touch more, had him shily pulling a lollipop out the troublesome little candy bag. Grimmjow's darkened blue eyes following his every move, a quietly amused noice leaving his lips before he pulled again on his arm.

He wishes he could've stopped the scaredy little jolt of his hand when Grimmjow let go of the pole only to reach in too; unwrapping the little jack-o-lantern lollipop and canting his hips with a rather obvious request.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

And his soft hand only guided his when it was obvious he'd need the push; guiding the candy to his puffy pink lips. Making him slick the hard caramel along his entrance and encouraging Ichigo to push it inside.

He might have blacked out for a second there. Quite possibly. When he felt his body give and suck the lollipop in, only the little white stick poking out of him.

And just like that, his tail maneuvered his claw and dumped it half across his lap, making a fool of him while he made a fool of himself; watching entranced as he crossed his leg over and showed off his filled slit. Everyone's hoots and screams suddenly registering back to his brain as they laughed and cheered both of them on; more dog whistles about when Grimmjow reached for the candy and fucked himself with it a couple cheeky strokes. Only to pull it out and bring it up to his lips, to suck his own slick off the treat.

Ichigo's been to strip clubs before, but nothing quite like this had ever happened to him at any of them. Not that he'd ever stayed long.

He's so dazed and tingly all over with the experience, drowned in more music and renewed screams as Grimmjow moves on with his show... that he could've sworn those little wings on his costume had no straps at all.

Find the uncensored version, as well as early access and wips to Aquacity as I draw/write it, on SubStar (link on pinned intro post)✨

Shut for a TF2 Homestuck au because I cannot stop making these (this is just for the troll session)

Helene (The Administrator)

Sign: Piza (Fuchsia, Derse and Mind)

Trollian: despoticSmokeshow

Strife Specubus: Cigarettekind

Saxton Haaale:

Sign: Saglio (Indigo, Prospit and Heart

Trollian: punchoutPowerhouse

Strife Specubus: Fistkind

Missus Paulin:

Sign: Aquacer (Violet, Prospit and Blood)

Trollian: contractCourier

Strife Specubus: Sawkind

Mister Bidwel

Sign: Arun (Rust, Derse and Breath)

Trollian: priggishBulter

Strife Specubus: Cordkind

Greyuh Maanne:

Sign: Capriborn (Purple [mutant], Derse and Rage)

Trollian: steelConquistador

Strife Specubus: daggerkind

Redmon

Sign: Capripio (Purple, Prospit and Light)

Trollian: vermillionShingles

Strife Specubus: Idk lol

Bluarc

Sign: Capripio (Purple, Prospit and Light)

Trollian: ceruleanGrit

Strife Specubus: You think I would have one for him either?

Maggie (???)

Sign: Leries (Olive, Derse and Time)

Trollian: infernoPanthress

Strife Specubus: Fistkind

Charle Darlin

Sign: Virgo (Jade, Prospit and Space)

Trollian: melancholicMenegarie

Strife Specubus: Riflekind

François le Pottier...

Était potier.

Ça ne s'invente pas.

Il avait un atelier dans le vieux Bordeaux où il donnait des cours de poterie. Ma mère m'y avait emmené. Une de mes sœur y allait aussi et est restée amie avec lui jusqu'à sa mort. Elle fait encore de la poterie, elle tourne de très jolis bols et pichets...

François avait l'air d'un patriarche. Il a toujours été vieux à mes yeux. Dans mon souvenir il était de taille moyenne, il portait une tunique de potier qui ressemblait à une robe à mes yeux. Une longue barbe grise, des lunettes, un crâne dégarni sur le dessus avec des cheveux longs sur les côtés . Une espèce de Moine.

Il avait réussi à donner suffisamment confiance à ma mère pour qu'elle arrive à sculpter un superbe cheval couché... C'est le pouvoir des grands maîtres d'apprentissage...

En ce temps-là, il y avait à la Hume, sur le bassin d'Arcachon ( à la place d' Aquacity me semble t-il), un village médiéval d'artisans. Et un été, je devais avoir 8 ans, il m'a emmené avec lui. Il y avait un atelier où il vendait de la poterie et des bougies dans des pots de résine. Je l' aidais à les remplir de cire et à installer les mèches. Il m'appelait le contremaître parce que j'étais déjà assez bon pour dire ce qu'il fallait faire en regardant...

On dormait dans son camion et on mangeait des tomates à la croque au sel et on gobait des œufs...

Vous avez déjà gobé des oeufs ? Il faut bien les secouer puis on les perce avec une aiguille à coudre à chaque extrémité, peut-être faut-il percer le jaune pour mieux le mélanger, je ne me souviens pas bien ... Une fois que le jaune et le blanc sont mélangés, on colle ses lèvres à un des trous et on aspire en renversant sa tête en arrière, comme pour boire... Je ne pensais pas aimer ça mais en fait si... Je vais le refaire en mémoire de ces moments partagés avec lui... Il faut des bons œufs de ferme ...

Et donc, dans ce village d'irréductibles, il y avait plein d'artisans talentueux... Sculpteur sur bois, sculpteur de pierre ( il doit encore un parallélépipède gravé de mes mains quelque part dans la maison de famille), dinandiers, maroquiniers, céramistes...

Et puis il y avait Pierre, le ferronnier...

Pierre le forgeron...

Pierre que j'ai retrouvé des années plus tard et que je vous raconterai plus tard...

Voilà...

Je suis tombé dedans quand j'étais tout petit...

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FIRST: Alternia or Beforus or some type of AU?

Alternia, but like on an alternia where the Beta trolls never existed, but trolls like the Signless did

Ooh, so like the Signless and the ancestors were all natural-born on-planet trolls and were not created or cloned through ectobiology? Interesting premise.

Name (preferably include how you came up with it and why): Rivlos Iqtaaz (I got it out of a random troll name generator, and i thought it was cute)

I like Rivlos for her caligniousexual nature, as it sounds a bit like Rivals! Manufacturing a meaning where there wasn’t one before haha. Iqtaaz most closely reminds me of…. Iqta’, an old Islamic method of tax farming that allowed greater autonomy under leadership. So we can keep that name and work it in thematically. Name magic we’ve done here.

Age: 7.38 sweeps

Strife Specibus: Riflekind (this is because my computer tried to autocorrect Rivlos to Rifle)

I do appreciate the pun, but maybe a set of throwing batons? 

It still allows her to utilize it like a ranged weapon, but fits her interest in cheerleading!

Fetch Modus: Charm Bracelet Modus, where basically she keeps them all on a charm bracelet, but in order to make sure she picks the right thing she has to not touch ANYTHING ELSE on the bracelet, which gets harder as she acquires more stuff

This is so cute. Her finances interest originally tempted me to do an accounting log but… this is too cute to pass up.

Blood color: Violet

Symbol and meaning: Honestly, when I first made her I randomized all of the possible sign options, and she got a spade. I used to make her what I call caligniousexual, or only sexually attracted to her pitch partner. It’s cool if you change it to Aquacen or Aquacer.

Hmmm. Hm. Hm. I do like the spade sign, so I’ll figure out a way to match it with Aquacen/cer and violet sign language.

Trolltag: achievementContestant

audaciousCaptain, maybe? Recognizing her sassy nature and leadership capabilities. 

Quirk: The quiכk brΘwn fΘx jumps Θver the lazΨ dΘg

I think you should maybe have her <Bracket her sentences with spades3< instead of utilizing too many special characters. Maybe have her replace O’s with ꚙ to represent links, the bonds between people.

Special Abilities (if any): none

Lusus: South American Sea Lion with walrus tusks, peregrine wings, and elephant ears

This is a fun idea but I think………… I’m going to recommend a Portuguese Man O’ War type critter, a big ol’ collection of creatures. Because they’re a little biological confederation of four separate organisms working together and I think that’s just lovely. Also because sea lions are aquatic mammals and she’s a violet, so she needs a fully aquatic lusus.

Personality: Loves to travel, likes troll pita bread, a natural born leader, confident…sometimes, able to speak to a crowd, does endurance running for fun, aloof, doesn’t make friends easily, kind-hearted, wise, bad at keeping friends when she does make them, socially awkward when not leading, lonely even in crowds, sad, can be a smartass, a self depreciation extraordinaire, an amazing writer, very envious of people who can make and keep friends easily, caring and loving, loyal, creative, sasses with out thinking, then gets super embarrassed, knows a lot of totally unimportant trivial facts, rather polite, a bit naive, shy when not leading, and easily influenced (sorry for the block of text! D: )

Don’t worry, text blocks are a great way to communicate personality haha. I like her a lot! She has a lot of great variation in her personality. I hope she has some pretty big leadership goals. To tie back in the taxation thing I referenced and her interest in finances, maybe she could be the leader of a communal area? Like act as protector over a defined area and people pay her taxes for the privilege of her leadership? But they’re able to come and go as they please, of course.

Interests: Finance, Cheerleading, Pets, Fashion, Dolphins

Dolphins are the cheeriest animals even if they’re very dangerous, so I appreciate that. Maybe she should be interest in animal training in general? Teaching animals to do tricks, teaching them to work together and do jobs…

Title: Mage of Blood

I think she might best serve as a Sylph of Blood. Someone who is able to passively form and create bonds and create FROM bonds. Her inverse would then be Prince of Breath, which implies a little destruction of Freedom, but that’s fine when it’s necessary.

Land: The Land of Ink and Pulse (thanks 9 from creative classpect! :D) (I didn’t send in the commission [mainly cuz i’m broke] but i did find it when searching for Mage of Blood lands)

I don’t feel comfortable grabbing right from another source for this… I might recommend the Land of Pom and Pay. A land with pompom trees and some such about money, with an added bonus of being a Pompeii pun that could result in explosive city fun where she has to bring the consorts together to help them either save each other or rebuild.

Dream Planet: Not sure, sorry D:

I think prospit might be most fitting.

Here’s the picture of her

  (If that doesn’t work, she has a black bob cut, thinnish horns, cleft lip, wears a black tunic that drapes between her legs and behind her, grey hammer pants, purple boots, and her symbol is either Aquacer or Aquacen, I’m not sure)

I didn’t make the sprite, and I made her on the Fargo Fiction Doll Sim thing, back before the Extended Zodiac came out

The picture didn’t work, unfortunately. So it’s from scratch we go:

Horns: I made them thin as you noted and had them reflect the nature of her symbol! 

Hair: I gave her a cute and voluminous bob, complete with a headband and a hairbow. 

Face: I gave her sharp eyelashes and made her seem really lively and enthusiastic! Her eyes are edited from Terezi’s. The mouth (edited from Vriska’s) gives her that cleft lip and some big teeth. 

Jacket: I patterned it off of dog-training jackets, meant to be waterproof and bite-proof! 

Symbol: It’s an abstracted spade with wave sides that references the crosses found in the Aquacer symbol. 

Skirt: It looks a little like a pleated cheerleader skirt. 

Shoes: Edited from a pair of Jake’s, some white boots! 

As a final note, I LOVE this blog, even though I just discovered it today. You guys do amazing work here, and are so sweet and kind to people. In fact, the whole reason I sent in my character was because you all made it look so fun and exciting. Thank you so much for reading this, and I’m so sorry if it’s super long for you. Have a good day/night! :D

I’m so glad you love this blog! We love putting a lot of care and attention into the work. Thank you so much for sharing your troll and for the compliments. I appreciated reading about her a ton! Have a good day/night yourself!

-CD

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(aaandd part 10 is heree sorry for the waitt~!)

His way back feels too much like the walk of shame and something much worse, but by the time they're out the pumpkin patch, Rukia's held onto his hand with authority. Both their clothes back on as they should be, after the bunny slug promised to help further. He's not sure where they're going, "a special place of mine" is all she said; Ichigo may as well be walking into the next trap willingly... but by now, he's far too invested in however stranger this place may get to care too much.

He could simply ask her for directions, or even - as she seems so willing to do now - ask her to show him the way to the station personally... but where's the fun in that? A rather dusty and abandoned part of him decides.

They're not far, at least, they haven't walked long at all when Rukia announces they're just around the corner. Here, the coral has started to get thicker and thicker, rising to a reef with dips and nooks and lots color. And now he understands why Rukia took his hand.

The short bunny slug suddenly dives right into a small opening and Ichigo struggles to follow through, even as she pulls him along. Her small body allowing her to make way between the colorful branches, that smack him in the face once or twice instead.

And when they stop, Ichigo realizes they've arrived to a rather wistful-looking little clearing, encased like an open-roof home and adorned with various items just so. Some, more controlled, potted corals around the place, a cushy rug and various items littered about; a few too that make Ichigo avert his eyes.

"Make yourself at home~" She winks his way, and disappears somewhere, perhaps so she can freshen up.

And Ichigo... barely walks a few steps deeper inside the place, and there behind another wall of coral and under a mossy half-ceiling, is that lionfish he met before. Tied, flushed and half naked over a brightly colored inflateable bed.

"Oh," Rukia startles him suddenly, appearing out of nowhere with a snack she haphazardly stuffs on her face before she continues, "right!" She has the gal to sound surprised. However could anyone forget they have a whole person tied at home?

"Pay him no mind~💕" She declares, with a tone of voice that tells him this was more for Renji's sake than him. The lionfish whimpers quietly, his body twisting this way and that as his tail flicks about with frustration.

"Ask away, lobster-boy~! What did you want to know about the city?" And then Rukia's peeling of her clothes again, like she's doing but a menial task. She even turns his way with expectant, curious eyes, as he fumbles with the poor lionfish's pants to fish his dick and stroke him a couple lazy times. The needy sigh that rips out of Renji almost has his brain short-circuiting badly enough that he could've fogotten entirely why he's here.

"Uh, right- why-" and Ichigo has to clear his throat, doing his best to ignore the way Rukia quickly smears a generous amount of lube she found somewhere on the bed and shimmies her way between his legs. Laying comfortably like this is some sort of sleepover and not another lewd display. "Why am I here?" He spits out finally, as firmly as he's able.

"You needed to be, obviously," she says, as if it isn't the most unhelpful answer.

"Okay, but why? Who needed me here? Clearly someone went to great lengths to get me here." He insists, while his eyes dart every so often at the pitiful way in which the tied fishis attempting to push more than the head inside Rukia. The desperate half-thrusts starting to make him feel sorry for the guy.

"Can't you just accept that some things happen for a reason?" She talks so casually, even as Renji pants and moans her name behind her, thrusting sloppily, pulling at his ties to get more, begging like a little pet. "Around here, things often just happen-"

"Ok-okok I- do you have to do this?"

"What?" And again, she's smiling all cheeky, knowing exactly what he means but intent on making him spell it out.

"... This! Everyone around here, I- Do you have to? Right now?!"

"It's called multi-tasking~💕"

Ichigo's face scrunches up with a pout, his eyes fixed on the way Renji keeps chasing his relief with too-shallow thrusts; Rukia's pussy making sloppy, lewd sounds that she seems barely affected by. She... she's evil. And it seems Renji and him both have no complaints about that... fuck.

"Anyway- as I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted me, - the way in which all of us have found ourselves coming here is so not the important part. We were all called here and we've all stayed, that's all that matters."

His brow sets with even more questions than answers. Someone has to be tricking them here, things like that don't just appear out of nowhere. How long has this city- whoever is assembling all this people- been up to this? Why? So far all he's been exposed to is ridiculous amounts of sex... and varying levels of absurdity, it makes no sense.

"What's so bad about being here anyway?" Renji surprises them both suddenly, voice raspy and deep, choked up by the collar on his neck.

"Ahh did you cum already? Good boy~" Rukia's twisted back to look at him, and Renji's face flushes a deep crimson, his softening cock twitching with every sweet praise as it slides out of her. Sticky and messy. All Rukia does is pat Renji's cheek like she would an animal, and quickly wipe herself with a towel before she sits back down, mindless of the mess still slobbered all over Renji. "Exactly. I told you at the pumpkin patch didn't I? You need to let go more, this place is only for the people meant to see it- and that's as much information as you'll ever need. If that says something about you that you don't like... well then it's time for some more introspection, isn't it?"

Ichigo leaves them surprisingly clear-minded. Things that everything he's been exposed to recently have made him think and feel rushing back for him to analyze... perhaps... perhaps he should stay a little longer. Only until he can say with certainty that he understands why he was called here.

That and... he forgot to ask Rukia where the station is.

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🌊Aquacity - Kinktober AU🎃

Hihihi! Welcome to October 1st~! This year we got an ocean-deep fantasy cooking up🤭💦 Lemme present to you... the prompts✨

Oct 3rd - Candy, Pole Dancing/Stripping Oct 5th - Tentacles, Cannibalism Oct 7th - Vines/Plant Monster, Binding/Gag Oct 9th - Slime, Medical Play Oct 11th - Circus, Lingerie/Crossdressing Oct 13th - Nightmares, Punishment Oct 15th - Were, Mutual Masturbation Oct 17th -  Pumpkin, Farm/Petplay Oct 19th - Ghost/Ghoul, Chastity Oct 21st - Puppet, Indifferent Oct 23rd - Demon, Pregnancy Breeding Oct 25th - Autumn, Handjobs/teasing Oct 27th - Vampire, Boobs/Nipple Play Oct 29th - Witch/Curse, Closet/Stuck Oct 31st - Masks, Gloryhole

Our cast; Ichigo, Grimmjow, Nelliel, Riruka, Renji, Orihime, Rukia, Kenpachi, Sajin and Ulquiorra💕

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And lastly, as a little sneak peek,,, my baby, my love, my inspiration... Grimmjow✨

👑Your Rightful Place🎃

Previous ~ October 31st -Masks, GIoryhole ( Grimm x multiple with Ichigo focus ) Extra Tags - biting, feral behavior, marking, everyone is kinda rough, mild cannibalism/bloodplay, ritualistic mating

The Prompt List

(And finally.. part 15, we've reached the end 😌💕)

Ichigo leaves the closet disheveled, panting to the point of growls; still too fucking hard to dare put any pants back on. He knows what’s waiting behind that door anyway, can hear the thrumming of heartbeats right through the walls, the scent of them seeping from the crevices. It’s the warm welcome he deserves.

This whole time… it was mere teasing, poking at the sleeping bear. And he was. Asleep.

But his true self now bubbles right underneath the surface, boiling wrath and lust and hunger urging him to claw at what remains of the stupid clothes they made him wear. It takes him but a little stroll to stand right before the room at the end of the hall. A lonesome pedestal right before it, presenting him with a most intriguing mask. Something familiar about it. Something like home.

He takes it with inside the room, everyone awaits. They all stand still and look to him as if waiting for his permission to continue. They look almost normal, but unreal, there’s something else there that he’s finally noticing.

Ichigo’s hands are quick to bring the mask up to his face, and finds it becomes one with him upon the first touch. A piece of lost soul.

Suddenly, things hidden to him become rather clear. Everyone’s wearing their best looks; the masks upon their faces not hiding, but revealing, their true natures. Fins and tails sharper, more unnatural, fitting. The monstrous glow of their eyes shining back at him, but he feels no fear this time, only welcoming. Challenges, too.

He belongs, but he’s not yet part. That’s a place only he can carve for himself.

He walks slowly, firmly, his eyes set on who he’s sure stands before the crowd, still hidden from him.

Growling echoes through the room, nails and spines scratch at his skin and let go when they find they can’t stop him; guttural sounds of his own make his fishkin back off with more snarls of complaint. It’s not them who’ve decided what place he’s destined to occupy; they resent it, fight it, some show it more than others. Loom over him to test this newfound courage.

They don’t stand a chance.

This is his rightful place, isn’t it? Deep inside… It’s where a creature like him is meant to live...

Ah, there he is. Who he craves, the taste he’s imagined in the back of his tongue, the flesh his claws ache to brand. Grimmjow. Sweaty, flushed, and smelling like everyone in the city but him.

Grimmjow is sprawled across a table with cloths and blankets thrown over it, a sheer thing clinging to his arms, delectable. In display for all. Used. And still… his half-lidded eyes and posture uncaring, arrogant, barely spares him a glance and a half smirk.

It drives him so.

With a snarl he’s on him, and so are everyone around; Ichigo’s forced to growl and bare his teeth like a predator defending a meal. Leaning over him possessively, lashing at touchy hands, a sound deep in his chest making everyone recoil back from what’s his.

His hand and claw take hold of Grimmjow’s hips with wanton, pulling him close to the edge of the table to grind on his sticky skin. A gasp and a snarl leaves Grimmjow’s mouth, his reddened lips grinding down on his twin lengths and his fingers clawing at what’s left of his shirt and vest.

Rapid healing chasing after the scratches burning on his skin, too fast to ever leave any real marks; but Grimmjow seems intent on leaving his brand just the same.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?” He hushes, pulling on the fabric to bring him closer. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Ichigo snarls in response, pupils blown wide. He peels the remains of his shirt and throws them somewhere at the crowd; growls and hisses echo in response.

With sharp claws he grips Grimm’s leg and throws it over his shoulder, getting up on the table to straddle his thigh and thrust right in, two at a time. The warm, filled, body squeezing his cocks and making him pant. Grimmjow’s head thrown back, gasping for air, his pussy clenching and milking, and his tail wrapped tight on whatever he can find.

Ichigo curls right over, pulled in by the powerful muscle of Grimmjow’s possessive tail. His hips thrusting fast and needy as people appreciate with their touch, hands all over them; tracing their skin, pinching, scratching. He’s draped right over, folding Grimmjow in half, making him howl with pleasure, mouthing at his skin, nips, then bites. Blood on his teeth. The taste... it’s better than he’d imagined.

Grimmjow’s hands fly to his head, gripping his hair, pulling him in closer, his teeth breaking his skin too and Ichigo snarls against the seeping wound he’s been nursing. The ghosts of hands encouraging right until the growls and snarls turn to moans, fish joining in around them with moans and pants; their hands busy with each other.

Ichigo gets lost to the choir of breaths and pleasure, his consciousness clouding in the sea of scents intermingling, his own screams far away as he’s clawed at and tasted and welcomed in bloody sacrament; orgasmic bliss loud and violent.

Hard, sticky, wood clings to his cheek.

His eyes blinded to the bright light of the sun coming in through the water and into the room. The first thing he sees is his own hand, clenched on a pathetic bag of candy.

His body aches. His head spins and his stomach threatens to make him hurl and cough up nothing out of spite; all his joints pop as he sits up on his chair.

Where— where’s Grimmjow? Everyone… Where is he? He blinks painful sleep off his eyelids, and sees… a dirty pub. The remains of tattered old decorations thrown about, stains of alcohol on the floor, and if his nose tells him anything but truths, so does it cling to his own sweater.

What the fuck just happened? He.. he can still feel the scratches burn his flesh, taste the metallic flavor of him in the back of his tongue, the pleasure of his teeth on his throat. It… it couldn’t have been a damned dream.

His breathing quickens, little bubbles betraying his growing anxieties and his quick movements making noisy ripples in the water; he looks around for anything that might say it’s not true. Finds but a couple other drunks littering the floors.

Is that all he is? A drunk with an overactive imagination and a rather clear urge to get laid? It’s fucking bull.

Ichigo throws the dumb bag of candy somewhere and runs out the door, looking around everywhere for a sign— anything.

The early morning light has turned the dark black seas a gentle blue and warm orange, colors he’d expect before, none of that chilly green glow he’d grown used to. No. No no no no no.

He runs down the street, like he did that first time — how long ago was that? — looking everywhere. Erratic, a growl sitting on his chin.

His world is spinning once more and he’s terrified the place he’s found is nothing but the crazy clutch of a lame young man who just got played. There’s no living jack-o-lanterns on the streets, no monsters, no vampires and no ghouls, no Grimmjow, no Grimmjow, no Grimmjow no—

He bumps harshly against someone, an apology hanging from his lip until cunning blue meets his eyes.

“You lost?” He asks, and panic banishes when those lips curl to show a sharp-fanged grin, and a rather mean-looking scab on his neck; he has to check his own, to trace the grooves and points of what’s clearly a gnarly bite.

Ichigo lets out the last of his tensions with a single tired laugh, that turns out into something more of a bark, “you have a lot of explaining to do.”

“Do I?” Grimmjow shoots right back, with that flirtatious little mocking look of his dancing on his pretty blue eyes.

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🫦A Taste of the City🐢

Previous ~ October 5th - Tentacles, Cannibalism ( Nell x Riruka ) ~ Extra tags; dry humping, voyeurism, possessive behaviour

The Prompt List

(fic part 2 under the cut, this one's a lil short one<33)

The music's gone down to a more muted thump of the beat, but no less provocative or dizzying. The pink and purple and blues of the stage maintain a certain prescence throughout the place and Ichigo just can't stop noting everyone who's started getting their fix in the middle of the busy room. It's gone from strip club to full on sex club pretty quick and... Ichigo's not even sure yet that what just happened with the dancer was entirely real.

He tries not to look at anyone in the face, fleeting glances in several directions as he tries to find something less sexual to focus his sight on. At least while he finishes his drink.

Because that's all he wanted. That's all he came here for; a drink and some time to dwell on this horrible situation... and yet all he has on a petrifying loop inside his mind is that candy fucking Grimmjow's pink slick slit and the soft noices he'd made while he did it- fuck, this fucking city sucks.

The alcohol warms his throat pleasantly, and burns like sharp scratches up his nose when he accidentaly meets eyes with a sea turtle woman and a shy-looking jellyfish rocking and squirming on her lap. A mess of little bubbles clouds his view from the force of his choking; and the turtle doesn't budge or break to laugh, watching him directly even while her hands and lips are still concentrated on the pretty thing wrapped tight to her bosom.

She's teasing her, playing her soft, squishy skin, twirling her thick fingers in her curly hair and follows them right down to her curly tentacles, mindless of the sting of them. Her hands are solely on her but Ichigo feels like she's teasing him. Like that is his skin she's toying with. And yet, her eyes are possessive like a predator holding onto a meal, like she's daring him to make a single move; urging him to stay back back but also to not. stop. looking.

And with every tentative little touch of her sharp beak to the soft flesh under her jaw both the jellyfish and him jump with a start. Her soft lips part, and while he's frozen quiet in his spot, terrified to move a single muscle, she's slowly growing more and more disheveled and undone; soft, high-pitched moans escaping her, and the gentle rocking of her hips growing more and more desperate.

"Please, please," he hears her mutter in the sweetest voice. Fuck, and how pretty she begs. However miss sea turtle is keeping it together when granted such pretty please is a mystery to him; begging's always been his weakness.

And when the turtle speaks it's in such a soft and yet authoritative voice, that Ichigo can't quite catch - clearly not meant for him -, she trembles all over with excitement, nodding her head and making her long twintails ripple and curl in the water around them.

There's more kissing, more touching. Things too intimate that he wouldn't be so sure he's allowed to see anymore if only the turtle didn't keep checking on him to make sure he's still watching.

And then his ears ring and his vision goes for about a second, watches the turtle take a bite out of the jellyfish in an out of body sort of point of view. And a voice deep inside tells him to run and another to join in the feeding, and that alone snaps him right back to reality.

Her loud moans barely stand out with how loud everyone is, getting off by themselves or with help, and still all he's focusing on is the ripping of her jelly tentacles and the ecstasy spreading all across her face. Her body combulsing with pleasure that only grows with every glimpse she catches of her flesh disappearing inside the turtle's mouth. Throwing her head back and giving a few more insistant bucks of her hips while she rides her orgasm.

Ichigo realizes then, when her equally pink eyes finally meet his, that she hadn't acknowledged him at all this whole time; and now she does with a loopy smile and a question that has his body finally springing right back to flight.

"Wanna join, pretty boy?"

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