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wulvercazz · 7 months

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🍭And So, It Begins🦇

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

The Prompt List

(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)✨

#Aquacity AU #Kinktober 2023 #nsft #ichigo kurosaki #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigrimm #Lobster!Ichigo #Seahorse!Grimmjow #一グリ #Mild terato #hybrids #(but only sort of? they're pretty humanoid to be hybrids ngl..)#grimmIchi #Grimm has a pussy #although it's not really trans Grimm! but it does sort of seem to be- bc he's a seahorse and they have only egg pouches so #I thought in a humanoid body that might translate into having a pseudo-pussy lmao #a lot of characters will have non-human genitalia on top of their weird bodies bc I was very inspired by their animal so #I won't be tagging stuff as trans (unless I actually chose to make the character for real trans) bc it's just me doing terato-ish bodies #anyway u all know gender is my bitch and there's some characters I like to draw in many versions of its spectrum so #you'll get a lot of that in this AU too

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wulvercazz · 6 months

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👑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.

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)✨

#Aquacity AU #Kinktober 2023 #ichigo kurosaki #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigrimm #一グリ #nsft #Lobster!Ichigo #Seahorse!Grimmjow #grimmichi #hope you enjoyed<333

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