Disclaimer: BLEACH © Kubo Tite. I own nothing but the prose~ [Grimmjow x Reader]


In the corridors of Las Noches lurk demons, hungry wolves in the shadows, flexing their claws and baring their teeth. Today you're a target and although unaware of it, it's not at all surprising to find a hand — the owner unseen but not unknown — bruising your wrist and pulling you into the darkness. And really, it came as even less of a shock to find your body crushed against the now-closed door and a pair of aqua eyes freezing you to the very core.

"Great timing as usual," he bares his fangs at your ear. "Take a look." You're forced to oblige as his hand slips under your chin and drives your head up. You stare quite silently at the arm stretched out in front of you, following streams of blood that ran much like veins to the tips of his fingers. "Clean it." He demands. Déjà vu seems to hit you hard; you remember this scenario from the first time, remember the words:

"But I don't have a cloth or—"

"You've got a tongue, 'ain't you?"

This time, again, you slowly lift his hand and bring it to your mouth, slide two fingers passed your lips and caress them with your tongue. Your body is pressed closer to the wall, closer to him but he's not satisfied until your clothes are torn and body is shivering against opposites: the coolness of the wall and the heat of his skin. "I'm hungry."

"Then eat." It's almost incoherent with your tongue wrapped around his fingers but he understands well enough and pins a hand above your head.

"I was planning on it."