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Kaz knew the playing field here was far from being in his favor. From the moment he’d awoken in an unfamiliar land, stripped of his possessions, utterly exposed in more ways than just one—and those that would be debilitating if he did not keep one firm tether on his mind—he’d been at a multitude of disadvantages. He felt cooked beneath that searing sun. His mouth was either coated with sand or had long since maintained the phantom of it. His leg was killing him—rather, it was a single thing among many currently killing him, but he couldn’t waste his time bothering with the fine details.

He had to get out. He would, beyond a shadow of a doubt, get out. No matter how hopeless the game looked, how the odds of winning seemed so slim.

When you can’t beat the odds, change the game. And Kaz had decided he had become sick of playing the hunted.

So he was the beast pinning his prey, now, drinking in the fruitless writhing and desperate mewls painted in swears and snarls. While that fury hummed in his veins, a matching anger radiated off of the body tucked under him in waves of heat rivaling the sun. It was arrogance that ruled this one: a blind belief that there’d be no repercussions for his actions. Spoiled. Rotten. In over his head. Kaz had observed closely; he’d confirmed the snot-nosed brat would be his chance, the easiest target.

And not a soul would give a damn what happened to him. (We have that in common.)

“Give it time,” Kaz said coolly to that final declaration as he unceremoniously let the fool’s head fall back to the scorched earth. Then, without another moment’s warning, he flexed his hand, yanked on that arm still tight in his grasp until he heard a pop from the connected shoulder. Disconnected, now. “One,” he growled, an end to the countdown before it even began. And his fingers slipped away from that darker flesh, feverish heat still coursing through them like a fresh burn. Kaz ignored the way they faintly trembled from the contact.

Keep it together.

He removed himself, eager to establish some distance. As his cold leer passed over that damned baseball bat nearby, he made a point of putting himself between it and the newly injured man. “I could do the other arm, too. Maybe a leg, if I feel like changing it up,” he offered on a tone of harsh gravel. “Or, I can just as easily pop that sucker right back in its place if you learn how to cooperate. You know my terms.”

ﾐ FUCKER 彡

The anger was white-hot. Searing fresh from the marrow of every bone. Nearly unbridled. Within Kaz, that is. But where they differed—among a great many things—was with Kaz schooling himself enough to keep a feral, inhuman response in check. (Why? a voice chastised him. For what reason in a god-forsaken shithole like this?) Something delicate trembled beneath his skin with each shift of that body beneath him, each shuffle of limbs rubbing, skin brushing— A feverish wave kept lapping up at Kaz’s feet, threatening to drag him in the undertow, but he persevered. He siphoned that weakness into an anger he could use. Keep your wit. Keep your mind. Do not lose that here, as well. The profanities and rage spewing from this stupid podge’s mouth went unheard, answered only by the barest warning of a tug on that twisted arm. “Quit squealing like a pig on a spit and listen closely.” He trained his voice to be level, contrastingly soft and breathy against the coward’s obnoxious shouts. Kaz bore more of his weight into him despite the alarms shrieking in his head. He wouldn’t let him budge. Wouldn’t give him the chance. “You’re going to be a good boy for me, now: get me a map and the keys to that atrocity of a vehicle you drive, and you may just walk away from this with only a few broken bones,” he murmured, deceptively calm and exhibiting a collected countenance. Kaz’s other hand moved to grab a fistful of dyed hair, that which he used as leverage to yank his head back. “You have ten fingers; I have about ten seconds of patience. Should we start counting down—?”

IT NEARLY BLINDS HIM, the RED that he sees then. A rush of blood— like the SPLATTER that would follow right after a swinging bat— across his skull and very eyes. Dare he would fantasize-- for just that briefest moment-- of how satisfying it would be to see that pale flesh give way to the burgeon of color beneath. Be it from a few slashes of a knife or the breaking of already bruised skin with just the right amount of slams...

Ah, how far such motivations will take you~

But for now, nothing more than another harsh grind of his teeth was given against one another. Another agonizing creak, with just how hard he would press them together. The blonde for once quiet, but not in the slightest pacified. The only sounds now being the HARSH BREATHS through clenched teeth and flaring nostrils... which were still far quieter when compared to all the shouting he'd done just seconds ago.

It of course only enraged him further, when his words hadn't been enough to set off this bastard. Whereas hearing that soft voice continue to spill out the most pretentiously worded shit (They are OUTSIDE IN A FUCKING DESERT, ENOUGH with the PEAKY BLINDERS SHIT!) he would have been rolling his eyes at-- was instead making his own blood boil that much more.

The other's contrasting composure would only further aggravate the blonde, giving him just an extra little bit of energy to thrash once more beneath him. And once more, to no avail... UGH.

Screamed and thrashed as hard as he could, Derek was unable to move a goddamn inch from where he laid. Enraged eyes wide with disbelief, over how the fuck this dude had managed to pin him down... It wasn't to say that Derek himself had been dumb enough to believe that his own build could overpower this guy's-- but FUCK! To have the tables turned on him by a guy with a FUCKING LIMP! The bitch also hadn't even been given anything to eat or drink, since he arrived here--

God, he could actually hear them all laughing now... fuckwads.

He would manage out a scoff, daring a mutter of: "Fuck off." Before grunting, as his head was yanked back. Wincing, and already feeling the slightest prick of tears already welling in the very corners of his eyes, much to his frustration. He wasn't crying-- God, it just fucking SMARTS, especially with a few strands so clearly being ripped right out from his scalp then.

Oh god, he hated this fucker, so, SO MUCH… Every. Little. Fucking. Thing. About him. From the way he carried himself, to the way that he spoke.

THIS ANNOYING LITTLE BITCH!

"You--!" He would finally begin to hiss out. Oh fuck NO was he going anywhere near his quad. A laugh of disbelief (Break just a few of his bones??? Oh. GOD! If he only he knew how much WORST he would do to him, in comparison) was however stopped by the contradicting feeling of FEAR, over the mere threat of getting his fingers broken then, "-- might as well just kill me now, you aren't getting SHIT!" He was not going to help this fucker escape! If Derek was going to die out here, then so too will this guy. Be it at the hands of the others, or from thirst and starvation.

#idyllicserendipity #〣♚{ v: modern }#〣♚{ prose }#happy our version of sinday 8'D ??!!#THE FERAL BOYS ARE AT IT AND I AM HERE FOR EVERYTHING B)))#i love how pissy derek is njghnjagohanj FOREVER SO AMUSED BY HIM #and all his shouted profanities as he's just pinned there X'D #yknow ??? give him credit :) he's not a blubbering mess or anything #(yet) QNFJHOADNFOJA #AND DEREK BEING SO DISGUSTED BY THE “GOOD BOY” HAS ME HOWLING #gOOOOOD ghnjadoghnjao HE'S VALID #i am yet again so sorry for this u-u;#and i am going to be crying quietly to myself over it 8')#kaz: i'm gonna break ur fingers #also kaz: sike #AWNJGOHNAO bless you for engaging in this with me bestie! ;w; it's so fun!

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jplupine · 2 years ago

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Feral Possession: Chapter 19

Confliction

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~3.1k WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Grimmjow being a Terror, Mention of Cunnilingus

Summary: Another day out, and Wynter thinks over their growing doubts.

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Sitting behind the couch as I was sewing up the holes from Grimmjow's claws, I could hear the TV playing and switching channels. The demon was on the couch with Dagur, and I would have had him fix the couch instead since he did the damage but he didn't know how to sew. Well, either he didn't know how to sew or he just said he didn't.

But then again, I couldn't even picture Grimmjow doing such delicate work like this. He'd probably accidentally rip it more while trying.

"Hey, I've been thinking about something." I spoke up while pulling the needle through the fabric over the couch.

"Congratulations, you have a brain." Grimmjow popped off while changing the channel again.

"Fine, I won't tell you then." My hands continued to work as I waited patiently.

"....Thinking about what?"

"I didn't think you wanted to hear it."

"Just fucking say it already."

"I was thinking, if you can go without killing someone....I'll let you start going places with me." I tightened the thread before a head of blue hair peeked over the back of the couch. Grimmjow looked at me skeptically with narrowed eyes.

"Bullshit."

"No bullshit. You, uh, did well on the dog walk. And, you know, since I can't take my katana with me into places like the grocery store, it might be better to have you around." I said while looking up at the demon, and his eyes narrowed even more.

"So I can't kill people, but demons are free game?"

"Well, you should try avoiding transforming with people around, but other than that...." Shrugging, I saw his ears flick.

"You know that'll piss off the exorcists."

"Who said they had to know? And if they find out, they can't say anything against it so long as you're behaving."

"Why should I believe you'd let me go out that often?"

"Why shouldn't you?"

"Plenty of reasons why I shouldn't."

"Do you want to get out or not?"

"Yes." Grimmjow quickly said.

"Okay, then." I dropped my gaze back to the tears in the couch to stick the needle through the fabric again. I could still feel Grimmjow looking at me for a few seconds more as if he was waiting for me to say 'sike'. However, when he eventually caught on I wasn't going to, he slid back down on the couch to watch TV again.

"Remember, you need to stay beside me so you don't get lost." I pointed.

"I'm not a fucking child."

"Do you really want to get stuck in a crowd of humans?" Raising my eyebrows as I looked at Grimmjow, I crossed my arms.

"No."

"I didn't think so. Now....let's see how this goes." I softly sighed before turning to face the grocery store. Grimmjow hadn't been too fond of the drive here, but hopefully, he'd do better now that he could walk around.

Grabbing a cart, we entered the store with the demon just a few steps behind me. I then dug out the shopping list from my pocket and went into an aisle. I could still sense Grimmjow behind me, so I didn't bother to look back and check.

However, now that we were here, I noticed he was rather....quiet. It was uncharacteristic of him, and it looked like he was just observing his surroundings when I checked on him. He even kept his hands in his pockets while never being more than three steps behind me.

"What do you want for dinner tonight?" I questioned over my shoulder as I was looking at bell peppers.

"Stir fry."

"What kind?"

"The garlic pork one." Grimmjow came up beside me while looking at the peppers I stood in front of. Setting one back down, I put the one I kept into a bag.

"I'll need to grab some sriracha too, then." I paused before looking at the demon. "How are you doing, by the way? Not, uh, feeling like you wanna hit someone?"

"I'm fine." Grimmjow gave me a look.

"I'm just making sure."

"I was alive long before you were even a sperm, I think I can handle a grocery store."

"Says the guy that could barely handle a hug before." I popped off while moving on to more vegetables.

"I handled it fine!" Grimmjow's brows furrowed even more, and I chuckled.

"Right. You like to play all big and bad, but I know you've got soft spots."

"And I know you're nothing but soft spots."

"Come off the high horse, Pantera. We both know you struggle with the domestic things."

"No, I don't." His nose scrunched up as he looked down at me. Looking right back at him, I grabbed his hand while lacing my fingers with his. Maintaining direct eye contact, he knew this was a challenge.

And he was losing as the tips of his ears were turning red.

"You stupid little fucker." He lowly growled.

"Yeah, well, you're not letting go of my hand either, you affection-starved asshole." I replied, and Grimmjow finally snatched his hand away as his face scrunched up. Chuckling, I turned to lean on the cart while pushing it. "Face it, Pantera. There are things you can't just brush off."

"I could say the same to you." He retorted before his voice was just a few inches away from my ear. "Can you just brush off the thought of my tongue buried in your pussy? Me eating you out until you're a drooling mess? Me sucking on your-" I cut the demon off by covering his mouth with my hand.

I could feel him smiling against my palm as my cheeks were hot.

"You know damn well that only works because you happen to be attractive. It's just a physical reaction, don't get so cocky."

"The real thing is a lot better than your imagination, Little Rabbit." Grimmjow said after taking my hand off his face.

"Pass."

"Your loss."

"I thought you jerking off fixed your horniness."

"More or less." He shrugged before his expression changed. "You said being sexually pent up makes you want it more. How the fuck haven't you gone nuts?"

"Excuse me?"

"You don't have sex and you don't jack it, either. How in the Hell are you dealing with those urges?"

"Not everyone is like you, Pantera. And who said I wasn't?" I mumbled the last part, but the demon still heard me.

"What?"

"Okay, I know you're not having sex. I'd have smelled it on you if you had, and you don't go anywhere long enough to."

"Yeah. And?" I grabbed some bananas to look them over before putting them into the cart.

"And I would also smell you masturbating."

"Obviously not."

"I would. There's no mistaking that scent, little rabbit."

"Are you really wanting to talk about this while I'm trying to pick fruit?" I gave Grimmjow a look while holding some apples.

"Yes." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I call bullshit."

"Then call bullshit. I'm simply not the puritan you claim me to be regardless of what you think."

"There's just no way-"

"Shower. I do it in the shower. Now, will you drop it? I don't want someone to overhear you."

"....Maybe there is a way."

"Oh, my-" I sighed while rolling my eyes.

"What do you even think about? It's not like you can take porn into the shower."

"That's none of your business."

"Is it piss-boy?"

"What?" I made a face while looking at Grimmjow. "I already told you, I don't think of him that way."

"Just asking." The demon nonchalantly shrugged. "So, what naughty fantasies get the little rabbit all hot and bothered?" Grimmjow asked while smirking and sliding his hands into his pockets. He continued to trail after me as I got groceries, but he at least kept his voice down as he continued to talk.

"You shutting up just might do the trick." I popped off, and Grimmjow's expression was similar to a pout but angrier looking.

"Rude ass."

"You are the poster child for rude asses."

While I was putting away groceries, Grimmjow was actually helping me. However, he wasn't helping without a cost- he was eating jerky the entire time he was emptying bags.

And after having a successful trip to the store, I couldn't help but discreetly observe the demon. I realized on the drive back just how different Grimmjow was now. Remembering our first encounter, the terrorizing and the taunting that followed, even the threats and flashing of fangs.

But now....

Now, he was helping me with groceries. Grimmjow still had his aggressive moments and what all, but it wasn't the same as before. The only time I saw the old Grimmjow now was when another demon came onto the property.

He bit into another piece of jerky before grabbing the apples to put them into the bowl next to the bananas. My eyes glanced over him as I put away a bag of chips in the pantry. I paid attention to how he moved and did such a mundane task.

Something then seemed to click as my mouth slightly opened and my brows furrowed. I was now conflicted because, certainly, the lightbulb in my head had to be wrong. Or was that just denial talking?

"Grimmjow?" I spoke up, and those blue eyes locked on me. "You're still in human form."

"So?" He said around the jerky.

"Why?"

"Because I can."

"Seriously."

"What, am I not allowed to be?"

"That's not what I meant." Clearing my throat, I waved my hand while stepping out of the pantry. "You don't like humans, but you often make yourself look human when you don't have to. And I think I finally figured out why, but I'm....not sure if I'm right." Grimmjow paused his chewing.

"Why do you think I do it?" His expression only made me feel like he knew what I was thinking and that I just might be right.

"To make me feel more comfortable with you." I stated. "You don't have the fangs and claws in this form, so you come off as less predatory. It adds up since you mainly do it when you're close to me. I probably didn't catch on sooner since you still use your demon form, but you were in human form even when comforting me about my uncle."

"Someone definitely looks too deep into shit." Grimmjow rolled his eyes.

"It's either you do it in an attempt to make me more comfortable, or because you have a complex with how you look. Now, which one sounds more likely, Mr. I'm Sexy And I Know It?" I replied while crossing my arms.

"Neither." He dug into the bag of jerky to grab another piece. "And here I was thinking you were smart, Little Rabbit."

"You're doing that thing you do when you're trying to deny the truth. Averting your gaze, shifting on your feet nervously, and fidgeting." Pointing at the demon, he then froze as his eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched up a little. "Does this have to do with you wanting me to be your Fraccion?"

"Shut up! I was high when I said that!"

"You've come a long way."

"What?" His face twisted with confusion as he looked at me.

"Mm, still a bit of an ass though."

"What are you even talking about?!"

�� "I'm talking about you, fool. I think I like you better not trying to scare the shit out of me." I said while walking toward him before putting a hand on his shoulder. "But you don't have to change your form to make me more comfortable in your presence. I'm fine either way."

"Little Rabbit, you just admitted to liking me again." Grimmjow got a little smirk.

"Of course, that's the part you decide to hear."

"It was the only part worth hearing."

"Why do I even bother complimenting you?" I popped off while rolling my eyes.

"I don't know, but keep doing it."

"And inflate your ego even more? I'll pass." Chuckling, I stole a slice of jerky and bit into it while walking away.

Taking my glasses off and rubbing my tired eyes, I went into my bedroom for the night. I'd spent hours after dinner working, so I was exhausted and ready for bed. Setting my glasses on the nightstand, I then turned on the lamp.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I suddenly saw Grimmjow sitting on the end of the bed. He was even in his Resurreccion form as his tail was lazily curling, and that sharp gaze of his was unexpected.

"Shit, you blend into the shadows way too fucking well in spite of that bright blue hair." I rubbed my brow with one hand on my hip. "So, what is it this time? Trying to prove a point or just wanting to startle me?"

Grimmjow just silently sat there while looking at me. I raised my eyebrows at him while waiting for an answer, but he didn't give one. Instead, he finally moved and reached out to grab my hand.

The demon gently pulled me onto the mattress until I was sitting in front of him. I was only more confused as he leaned his head down to rest his chin on my shoulder. And then he stayed like that with no explanation.

My brows furrowed more as the seconds turned into a minute....and then into another minute. Grimmjow huffed through his nose like a bull before grabbing my hand to put it on the back of his neck. His mane was soft to the touch, and I finally understood what the demon was doing.

He was seeking reassurance that I truly meant what I said earlier that day. Grimmjow looked his most monstrous like this, so if I was fine with it, then I really didn't care what other forms he took. I was yet again shown just how human this demon could be.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him along with me as I flopped down on the bed. Grimmjow seemed surprised as I curled up with him and blindly reached back to turn off the lamp.

"I'm exhausted." I grumbled after the light went out. Burying my fingers back into his mane, I relaxed and closed my eyes. "I think you might actually be softer than Dagur...." My voice was low, and as if summoning the dog, he jumped onto the bed before coming up behind me to lay down.

Scoffing, I laid there while sandwiched between the two. Grimmjow eventually draped his arm over my side and got comfortable to go to sleep. Running my fingers through his fur, he even began to purr.

I felt a small smile pull at my lips. It was honestly very relaxing to be cuddling in bed after working hours on end. His strong arms around me and the low purring was just too perfect.

Waking up, the morning light coming through the gaps of the curtains lit the room enough for me to see. Grimmjow was still laying in front of me in his Ressurrecion form, and I had to admit, it was very....different to wake up to those massive fangs so close to my face.

Narrowing my eyes a fraction, my gaze went from those teeth to his face. He was softly breathing while asleep, and his ear slightly twitched. I was pleasantly warm with him wrapped around me, and I softly sighed through my nose.

Maybe it was because of me just waking up, but I found myself thinking that I might not be able to actually send this demon back to Hell. It wasn't that I thought I'd never possess the ability to, it was that I didn't think I would have the heart to.

Sure, he looked scary at a first glance, however, I was stupid and got to know him and coaxed out the softer side of him. I thought bringing out his humanity would make him safer, and technically it did, but somewhere along the way I....

Maybe I was just too nice and felt bad about sending him to literal Hell after finding out some of the shit he'd gone through. And I couldn't kill him either. That I knew for sure I no longer had the heart for. I knew it was stupid, but I'd come to enjoy Grimmjow's company.

Pizza nights on the couch, banter while I cooked, casual chatting as I tried to work. It was just daily life at this point, and thinking of it all without Grimmjow made me feel lonely. I'd gone and gotten attached to the demon I was trying to exorcise.

I already knew I had when I admitted preferring Grimmjow as an ally, but since then, it'd only gotten worse. I legitimately could see him as a friend even if he was a shithead at times. Not to mention he'd even saved my life a few times now.

What the Hell was I going to do with him? Send him to Hell? Bind him? Seal him? What?

Shaking my head, I sat up while rubbing my forehead. Grimmjow woke up from the movement and blinked a few times before looking at me.

"I'm gonna make coffee. What do you feel like for breakfast?" I asked while swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. The demon stretched out over the mattress before he began to shrink down as his fur faded away. I looked away since he was naked, but now that he had lips, he replied.

"Eggs, bacon, and hash browns."

"Can do." Getting up, I left while grabbing a hairband to put my hair back and headed to the kitchen. Washing my hands once I got to the sink, I then went through the motions of making breakfast while still thinking.

Me being so empathetic toward the demon would either be the end of me or at the very least get me into some deep shit. The Soul Society was already split on how to handle our situation, and now so was I. Even so, I couldn't say it's been only negative.

Grimmjow has made incredible improvements, and I've also been able to further research first-hand his species and psychological progress- something the Soul Society had yet to accomplish in the entire time they've existed. Maybe that's what I should do. Continue the research.

The reason for my revenge was gone, Grimmjow no longer wanted to kill me or even eat my soul, and we had a weird friendship going on now, so what other reason did I personally have to exorcise him?

'....Why would I even ask that question? He's still dangerous to other people.' I thought while sighing through my nose.

Since I was still at such an impasse, I figured I should put it on the back burner for now and focus on getting stronger. No matter what my decision would be, I still couldn't do much as an exorcist, so why should I fret over what I should do and how I should do it if I couldn't even do anything yet?

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