Life is a battle

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musaeaeternae; an 18+ multi-fandom multi-muse unaffiliated with any fandom found within. Severely headcanon heavy. AU/OC/Crossover friendly. Penned by Pantera, genderfluid, he/she/they, over 21. Mutuals only.

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[musaeaeternae]

What do you consider killing zombies?

Murder

Re-deading them

Some secret third option

Remaining time: 21 hours 30 minutes

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asked by @captivemuses There's a puppy General with a very quick pace catching up to Itto and purposefully walking just in front of the oni so Itto's much larger stature could camoflague Gorou better from behind. "Don't ask questions, and if you hear her calling my name don't look back."

Itto had just finished chatting with the vendor selling dango milk, which he bought a few bottles of, because the boys liked it. So when Gorou quickly walked toward him and then placed himself in front of him, the Oni merely canted his head to the side. "Sure...?" It was more a question than a statement, but instead of continuing to look like he was a confused puppy, he'd walk. Given his size, keeping up with Gorou wasn't all that difficult.

He wasn't sure who Gorou was avoiding, not until he heard HER voice. Yae Miko was someone who was capable of making him shiver sometimes. Especially when the Kitsune was being herself and tricking him into drinking things that weren't supposed to have beans in them. Such as a specific drink some years ago. He's still not forgiven her. "Don't ya worry, pup." If needed, he'd simply pick his smaller boyfriend up and make a break for it. Since the Guuji never really left the city.

If nothing else, it would simply look like the Oni was heading out of the city alone, since only the people coming from the other direction could see Gorou in front of him.

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"Told ya--once ya had my cock--ain't nobody else better baby." He would grin at him, breathing and panting hard post his own orgasm. Being buried inside of him felt so right and good. It was almost a waste to pull out of him. His cock was more than happy inside of him. But he knew he'd more than done his job. His rockstar had been filled and brought to pleasure exactly as he had promised. That was his guarantee after all. His palms briefly traced up and down the rock star's more than perfect body. Admiring the view above him, seeming to burn it into his memory.

"Ya so pretty baby. Just like this. It's a shame ya can't just be on my cock all the time." It would be the perfect world. Trapped in this room with no one in the world to answer to. He would carefully sit himself up, pressing a soft and lingering kiss to his rockstar's mouth. "Gotta free myself outta ya baby. But don't try and get up. I feel like if ya do--ya might be like a baby giraffee. I can get us some wet cloths to help clean us both up. Get us ready for some sleep okay?" He wasn't going to bail. He knew the rock star wanted him to share a night with him and that he would. After all it wasn't like his day was super busy tomorrow. Nothing his assistant couldn't help take over.

He'd pull himself out of the rockstar with a satisfied hiss of pleasure. He felt so good, even pulling out it seemed like his body didn't want to let go. Couldn't blame him. He'd venture barefoot and naked as the day he was born, to the nearby bathroom and grabbed some wash cloths, getting them rinsed with some water to help scrub off their own mess. "Here baby." He would re-join him handing him a cloth.

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Ichigo whined and let out tired little moans. He'd not had a work out like that since he closed out his last tour before coming home. He had plenty of money, he didn't need to worry about working anymore if he didn't want to. He liked making music though. So he wasn't just going to stop. He was simply planning on staying local. He shivered at Grimmjow's touches and let out a small whimper due to the tattoo artist's words.

"Mmm, I like how you look t-too," He wanted to ask what was stopping him from being like this all the time? Grimmjow worked. So, of course he couldn't just be inside the rock star all the time. Filling him and making his mind go blank with his cock. "I wouldn't... i wouldn't mind repeats of this, Grimmjow." As he caught his breath slowly, his heart still hammered away in his chest. He really didn't want Grimmjow to pull out but he knew, he knew they had to separate. So whenever Grimmjow pulled out he'd groan before flopping onto his back. His chest and abs still had some come on them but he didn't care. A shower could come later. Or a bath.

"Why don't we soak in my huge tub? The hot water and jets can help." He only knew that because of his ex. Who was always the one bottoming. He'd never known how good it felt. Was HE that good with his own dick? He had no clue. All he needed to hope was that his ex didn't try to come crawling back to him after all these years. He wiped himself off with a small grimace. He'd never really had messy sex like that before. A frown would etch itself onto the rock star's face as he turned to look at Grimmjow. "Was- uh, was I okay? I've never done it like- like that before." His face lit up bright red at that admission and then he was turning his head to look at his legs or the floor instead.

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Ichigo was certain that he wouldn't want anyone else inside of him other than the model. It was a wild thing to consider. The man he'd seen on magazine covers and shoots---was a customer who was now---something more. Inside of him and making his body tingle and feel like it was floating on air. Pulling orgasms out of him like it was nothing. Making him feel so impossibly good. There was no way anyone else could make him feel this way. The model was his too. His greedy body and mouth wouldn't let anyone else have him. He was so impossibly sexy, and could fuck him like it was nobody's business.

"Y-Yeah, you--you want to? Grimmjow, fuck." He would whimper out softly. Those words made his body tingle that much more with desire and need. He'd rock his hips back meeting those slow and languid thrusts. He could feel the difference in his approach in this moment. This wasn't like earlier. Earlier was raw, kinky beyond belief, and about just pure pleasure and discovery. Now was different. It still made his body burn sure, and made him desire---but differently almost. Those hands on his hips and the meeting of their flesh.

"Mi--mine. You're all mine, Grimmjow." He'd utter out softly, his heart skipping a beat as he admitted such a thought out loud. The same man he wanted to drink his cum, and called daddy--suddenly he felt bashful at admitting something like this. "I want you to be mine. My--My boy--boyfriend." Such a word could it be said? But yet the air between them felt different somehow. "Please---Please be that, Grimm--Grimmjow."

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"Serious?" Grimmjow wasn't asking because he didn't believe him, but because he'd not been sure what to expect. "I'd like to be yer boyfriend s'long as yer mine too. All mine. I don't care what ya do for work." He knew Ichigo was a host. He found it fitting, plus, Ichigo wasn't the sort to cheat he could tell just by looking at him. There was also all that time they spent together getting to know one another. He still planned on visiting the club. "'Course I'll be yer boyfriend. I like ya too."

Would he have spent as much time fucking Ichigo stupid if he didn't like him? It was possible but only slightly. He wasn't that kind of guy. He didn't do one-night stands, not really. This last time he was taking Ichigo wasn't meant to be kinky or rough, but it could still help them discover something. He was a model and Ichigo a host. They were both busy with their jobs but they could easily make time for one another.

He wouldn't stop moving, but he'd lean over Ichigo and turn the ginger's face to face his own, before he was kissing the other man. "Yer welcome to come here any time ya want to, from here on out, okay?" His words were slightly winded, likely because this was something like the sixth or seventh orgasm for both of them. He still wanted to drink Ichigo's come though. They'd exchange numbers before he dropped Ichigo off at work. So they could stay in contact whenever they weren't busy. Luckily, all of Grimmjow's gigs were in the city. He didn't have to go anywhere for them.

"Ya wanna go on a proper date with me tomorrow after work?" Not the best place to ask, or best position for that matter, but he'd asked anyway. He wanted this to work. He genuinely really liked Ichigo, not just because of the sex, which was great by the way, but because of who he was.

[solismused]

"Well I didn't see you rushing--to you know---clean it up." He'd briefly find himself replying back with. Maybe he just didn't feel it at first the sauce stain. Maybe Ichigo had wasted his time trying to reach and clean it up. But he'd always helped him clean up when they were messy eaters as kids. Taking turns with overusing the paper towels his mom had on stand-by. He thought it'd be just like that, but it felt---different to him somehow. Being so close suddenly made his heart want to lurch out of his chest. "Just--Just be more careful is all. I can't always you know--be here---to catch things like that. Idiot." The idiot was added for good measure because you know he couldn't misconstrue it as care and sudden affection.

"Well you never know Grimmjow. Maybe my tastes have changed since you last saw me. I was just a kid back then." He would chuckle in response. Of course he probably wouldn't ever pick out a car that color but still. He'd like to tease and leave the "possibility" open. "That sounds like a good idea. Something like that would probably be good. I haven't been camping since I was a little kid though. Dad dragging us out into the wild. Mom freaking because he would go a little overboard."

"Oh really? Well I'll take your word for it then Grimmjow." Maybe that's all he needed. That and to probably take it for a good test drive to also double down on that thought and choice. For now he rested his palms briefly behind his head, listening as Grimmjow talked. "I'll know it when I see it. And okay, okay. I'll keep that in mind. The rust bucket's insurance is actually not that bad. But you know, it's because my dad just had to haggle about it." He would briefly smile remembering him haggling with the insurance salesman that was growing tired of his dad's antics.

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"I was still chewin', plus I didn't even know it was there. Thank ya for cleanin' it up all the same." Grimmjow was being genuine with his thanking of Ichigo, the sauce might have gone as unknown if not for the other cleaning it off his face. Though how red Ichigo got from getting so close to him gave him some ideas. He was going to keep flirting. Just to test the waters mostly but he was genuinely curious at how many buttons he could press before Ichigo cracked. He wasn't playing with him though, he was being serious. "I know, I know. Doncha worry yer pretty little head, Ichigo. I'll be more careful."

Yellow was such a garish color. People would key it on principle he felt. His car was sleek and nice, not overly fancy, but an import regardless. His convertible was a piece of European machinery. Ran like a dream, too. "We could always go campin' together at some point if ya wanted to." He'd liked going with the Kurosakis when they went camping. When he could go anyway. He wasn't able to go that often. Most of the time he was having to study for this or that, or he was being taught something new that he hated. He supposed it was a perk and a downside of being born in to money. Once they arrived at the big car dealership area, he got out of his car and waited for Ichigo to do the same before letting the top rise up, and then turning on the alarm.

"That poor insurance agent. Well, there won't be any hagglin' on my end. I can afford the best package. Keeps the car safe from everythin'. Theft, damage of any kind, ya know that kinda stuff." It wasn't cheap insurance he got. He had no reason to be cheap especially when his car wasn't even from Japan. He'd tuck his hands into his pockets. Some of the people who worked the lot they were on recognized him from some magazine spread, so they were likely going to fight over who got to talk to the two of them because of it. He wasn't in a mood to be bullshitted though. He wanted someone serious and only someone serious. "If ya see anythin' that calls to ya we can take it for a test drive whenever the folks who work here get their heads outta the clouds."

He was pretty well known, even in Japan for his modeling. Mostly because he modeled for different things. Most were for clothing but sometimes it was a mixture of a shoot with clothing and cars.

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"Oh? You really want me to bad do ya?" He hadn't exactly done such a thing in a public space before. Sure he had fantasied about it but nothing had ever come from such a thought. Still no one was like his dragon. The one person who could make him do just about anything with a glance or some sets of words. It probably wasn't the best of ideas to be egging him on---but he already was imagining it. Sliding himself under the table cloth, and doing what he did best--riling up his dragon for all he was worth.

"Oh baby when ya say it like that---It sounds even more meant to be than it already is." He liked the idea of being the reason he was attracted to this city. This place was a smaller city than most. But even so his own brand and name had spread even outside of it. People would often travel from other towns & provinces to get their pieces designed by his staff or him personally. Of course he worked on Gajeel's work privately, and even most of the time---it never ended with just ink on his skin. Not with how tempting he was.

"Oh baby, ya really know how to rile me up." He would tease as he briefly looked around, and pretended to drop his fork underneath the table. Muttering something about, damn fork slipping like that. Like anyone saw or really cared. They were so secluded it really was like they were in their own little world. He would casually slide himself beneath the table, positioning himself right between his dragon's muscular thighs. "This where ya want me baby?" He would whisper up to him, with a greedy smile. "Want me to show ya how ya I want ya to treat me later?"

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Gajeel knew what he was doing, and while yes, he shouldn't be egging on that particular idea, there was no harm in it. They were secluded, their drinks topped off, their food had been delivered. The cloths were also long so nobody would even see Grimmjow under there. The glint in his eyes was all but a challenge. He was silently saying 'do it'. He'd even go as far as to lean back away from the table and tuck his arms behind his head with a wide grin. "I always want ya. This is completely common knowledge between us."

In hindsight, maybe a public place like a restaurant wasn't a good place to do such things. People went at it in bars and clubs all the time, what was wrong with a secluded corner of a restaurant? One where they wouldn't be bothered? The design Grimmjow whipped up for his first piece with the tattooist was gorgeous and he was looking forward to it being completed. Every session tended to end a bit more... sexually but neither of them complained. Plus, the Dragon made sure to clean up any mess they made.

He went ahead and parted his legs a bit more for Grimmjow to situate himself more properly. His grin widened. "'Course i like seein' ya like that but I like seein' ya any which way yer willin' to let me, too." Such as over Grimmjow's desk. Against the door of his office. Or even the bookshelf. They really had no control over their hands when they were alone like this. It just meant their sex life was very fulfilling and active. There was nothing wrong with that at all. "Even if the server comes over this way askin' if we need somethin' or askin' after ya. I'll just say yer in the toilets."

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"Oh you want to show off for me do you?" Orihime giggled with a teasing smile. "I already know you could win all of these games with your eyes closed. I guess I'm going home with siblings for Penguin-san." Of course she knew he was more than skilled. Those carnival games were nothing compared to the experience she knew he had. Even so she would gladly reap such rewards. "I'm pretty sure they do! If I remember correctly they probably do. When we get there I can always ask."

She would spot the bench in question. It was empty and in the perfect spot for them to have privacy and some quiet. "That's so rude of them. Those birds seem so cute. I have some that live in my apartment building's gutters." She found that out because of one evening venturing out to water her balcony plants. A fallen bird out of its nest leading to such a discovery as she had carefully returned it. "They'll make good company for our snacks then."

Once they had their snacks and drinks, she would walk with him to said bench. Getting comfortable beside him as she eyed their haul eagerly. "Ah! All of this smells so good. I love festival food it's always the best." She would declare, clasping her hands together in thanks for the food before taking a big bite of her corn dog. It had cheese melted along the inside and tasted delicious. "Mmmm! It's delicious. How is your haul tasting, Ichigo?"

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Festival games were easy for Ichigo. Not because of his battle prowess, but because he knew how most of them worked. There was a schtick to them all. You simply needed to pay attention to learn what it was. "Maybe." He also didn't mind her thinking of it as him showing off for her. It was their first date and all. He was enjoying himself and he knew she was too but he wanted everything to go really well. He liked iced drinks but he was also pretty fond of them being blended. Drinking a blended lemonade seemed perfect with the warmer weather to him.

"Some people simply don't enjoy nature. Not to its full extent, at least. It's pretty sad." The birds weren't harming anyone. Sure there could be an accident once but there's nothing saying that birds shit on people simply to do so. Sometimes it was a stress response. Other times it was likely because the person was just awful. He'd always been fond of nature. Everything in it. All the various plants and animals. "Yeah, we'll have some company and they might even chirp at us."

Once they had their drinks and snacks, they moved to the table and sat down. "Everything smells pretty good. We can even share some, if you want. Since we both got a few different options." They'd gotten different snacks from each stop, so they could both enjoy what they got. Sharing a few bites wouldn't harm anything. Of course, he HAD to get the chocolate on the funnel cake he got. It was necessary. He took a bite of his funnel cake, since he knew those were best warm, some of the chocolate sauce dribbled onto his chin but he managed to catch it. What he didn't catch was the powdered sugar on his cheek. "It's really good."

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"G--Grimmjow...." She would softly whimper his name at his compliments. It only made her blush spread along her features even more. It was a first being told such things, but she didn't want him to stop. To not react to her body's natural softness and curvature. It was making her even more aroused than anything she ever did to herself. And even that was very limited in her own life. Work, helping with the soul society, she'd come home beat tired. "I'm happy you--you think so. Your skin--feels, feels good too, Grimmjow. " In a way that complimented her own. Where she was soft, he was rough and battle worn, and it seemed to go hand in hand with what she was feeling.

Her body arched into his touch. The kneading of her breast made the first of many moans leave her glossed lips. Her hips grinding down on him that much harder. When he pressed his hips up towards hers? Her breath hitched in her throat and she all but wanted more of it. More of that delicious friction especially with no barriers. Those teasing fingers only making her bite her lower lip. "Y--Yes, Grimmjow I--I want you to taste me there too. Please---I---I want you to have me. All of me, Grimmjow." Those words were spoken with the most certainty that she'd said anything in her own life. Arousal pooling even more between her legs.

A brief giggle left her breathless lips. "I--I think you're probably right." But she didn't want to leave his grasp, arms tangling themselves around his neck. "My bedroom is down the hall, the second door on the left." She would tell him, briefly moaning at the mark he was leaving on her neck. The skin there so sensitive sending even more delicious tingling sensations to her lower belly. "C--Carry me there, Grimmjow? I--I don't--I don't want you to let go of me. You feel so good---I--I want you to taste me and I--I want to taste you too, Grimmjow. I want to taste what I do to you."

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Hearing his name without the honorific coming from Orihime was much more arousing than Grimmjow thought it could be. "Mine's all rough and calloused. Yers is soft like silk." Yes, he did know what silk and satin were, actually. The bedding in Las Noches had satin sheets because of Aizen. One of the only good things that bastard did for sure. Her thoughts weren't wrong. The differences in their skin were complementary; she was a healer and he was a warrior. Tougher skin for him, softer for her made sense.

"Don't worry. I ain't puttin' ya down or makin' ya get off. Wrap yer long legs around me when I stand up, and keep yer arms around my neck." He'd pulled his head up after leaving the first of what would be numerous hickeys on her pale skin. It looked like it belonged there. He would tuck an arm under her butt and lift her as he stood as if she weighed nothing. Even in his gigai he was more than capable of carrying someone as light as she was. Walking was a bit difficult for him since he was hard within his jeans, but he managed to do it. "Ya have a nice room, Orihime." The words were spoken quietly with a small growl at the end. He'd lay her on her back on the bed and crawl on top of her for now.

"Doncha worry, I ain't gonna stop ya from tastin' me. I'm only gonna stop if ya ask me to." If she asked him to stop he'd stop. Arrancar or not, he wasn't someone who would do anything if someone asked him to stop. Or said no. He had morals even if most of the time they were fairly grey. Gentle wasn't really in his nature but with her? He could be. No, he would be. Until she asked him not to be. Even then he wouldn't get too rough with her. Whenever she unwrapped her legs from around his waist, he'd begin pressing kisses down the length of her body, before using two fingers to slide up and down along the outside of her soaked underwear. "I really do have quite an effect on ya." He'd move to where his head was all but between her thighs, before he was sucking the wet part of her underwear into his mouth.

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"They are everything to me. I imagine that is how a mother must feel about her children. That she--would do anything--and everything to keep them safe." Halibel had been so heart broken to see them hurt post their tussle with the reapers. They were her girls, and to see them bruised and hurt---nearly sent her own hurt self into a rage. That was enough to break her own healing the first time. "I would like that, Grimmjow. A beach were families can go. With the girls---perhaps that is what we would look like? A proper family." A mom, a father figure, and three rowdy teenage daughters. She can see them bickering about where they want to swim and play. "The sun can burn someone? Goodness I had not realized such a thing. It such a powerful thing indeed."

He wanted such a thing for them? A bond that was even more precious than anything else. Her human heart briefly found itself skipping a beat. To think he was so incredibly serious if not more so than even she was. He was right though. They had time. There was no rush to make such commitments just yet. Plus her girls. They were so stubborn about others entering their little family. Surely they would not object to Grimmjow joining in. He was one of their own and---Halibel could not picture herself loving another the way she loved him.

"You are lucky we are in public, Grimmjow Jaegerquez." She would tell him as she ate a forkful of her potato, consuming the starch quite ferociously. "Otherwise I would have you on the ground, and there would be no stopping me. Saying such things to me. It's almost worse than you coming home from a fight." For now that sexual frustration was briefly channeled into the delicious meal they were enjoying. Stabbing a little extra hard at the sides and chewing them. "But yes. I--" She cleared her throat. "I want such a thing for us. I want us to be mates, to be connected forever as well. That is something that--that I will want for us. But as you said, there is no rush. I will desire you as much as today as I will as the next."

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He always liked listening to her talk. Her voice was soothing to him, maybe it could be considered strange to others, bur for Grimmjow, he enjoyed just being in her company. He had even long before they made their move. Though, which one of them made the first move was forgotten by this point in their relationship. Did it matter? They were together and they were serious about one another. So he thought it was fine. "They call it a 'sunburn' it apparently makes their skin get really bright red." As Arrancar they were likely immune to such things, but in the false human bodies, the skin was softer. Easier to break. Which meant the sun could potentially injure it.

He'd lay out his words for her, told her he wanted them to be mates, and he'd meant it. They had time. All the time in the world, really. Neither of them would really change that much. hair may lengthen, they'd gain more strength, grow stronger to keep those they viewed as theirs safe. As well as fix up their kingdom. "Oh, small topic shift, Ichigo wants to help us rebuild. He told me his Hollow is insistin' on it." He wasn't sure he'd ever told her about Ichigo's Hollow before. Well, she knew now!

While he didn't trust Kisuke as far as he could throw the man, the ex-captain was very good at getting things that were needed. How he got them didn't matter. He got them. "Urahara is lookin' into the papers I found in the bastard's old rooms. He can get us the stuff we need to fix up the power sources." They could get the lights working again, which was nice, since as Arrancar not all of them had perfect night vision anymore. He was debating on asking Kisuke to build a bunker like his in Hueco Mundo, near Las Noches. That way, they have a place that can repair itself to spar in. While the blond was shifty and shady as all hell, he did owe him a few things. He was cashing in on one for the bunker.

"I just gotta win yer girls over. May be quick, may take a while, either way... we'll eventually bond with one another like that." For now, they were 'dating' as Ichigo called it. They were seeing one another exclusively. "Now, doncha go threatenin' me with a good time."

[musaeaeternae]

You know a sort of plot that can be fun; fake dating that turns into a real thing before either of the muses realize it.

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Life is a battle. You either fight, flee, or die.

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[solismused]

"Course ya do baby, course ya do. I'll give it to ya, baby." He would encourage him as he continued to meet those bounces and slides. It felt amazing everything he did. Really and truly no one road him as good as the rock star currently was. And he imagined with more times on top like this, he'd only get better. After all learning each other's bodies and likes was a fun part of the sexual journey. He truly did hope this wouldn't be the last time they were like this. Outside of just working together and talking he did enjoy his time with him. "Don't worry ya gonna feel every inch of me inside ya. I know it feels real good baby, I know it does huh? Nobody can fuck ya like I can baby. Ain't nobody."

"That's it baby, That's fuckin' it. Come all over me baby. Come all over me." He'd encourage him as he rutted his hips up into the rock star. Chasing that high he knew was ever closer. Memorized gaze watched as those hot ropes of come decorated his muscled chest and stomach. It was a true sight to behold if he was being honest. And partially what would push him right over that edge. The way his fingernails dug into his chest and stomach. The way he tossed his head back and gave into his bliss. It was everything for the tattoo artist, truly.

"F--Fuck, C-Cummin'--Cummin'---I--Ichigo--!" The rockstar's name left his lips as a deep and throaty groan left his lips. Not a baby, not a nickname concocted in his mind, but his name. Deep and filled with lust as he came hard inside of him. His hips giving one last harsh thrust as he filled him up with his own hot ropes of come. "That's--That's it baby......Take--_Take my cum, take it all, baby."

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Ichigo's back arched even more as he felt Grimmjow erupt within him. His moans came out broken and mixed with whines and whimpers. He didn't bother disguising anything. "Gr-Grimmjow fee-feels amazing." he kept moving his hips through his own orgasm, through both of them, in fact. It felt better than anything he'd ever expected. No wonder some people preferred to be on the bottom. He eventually came to a stop while Grimmjow continued to fill him.

He felt so full.

"I'm s-so full of you. Grimmjow. It feels... so so good." His nails would finally stop dragging on Grimmjow's chest and abs while the rock star came down from his euphoric high. He still had a semi-functional brain, it wasn't running at full steam, but that was fine. More than fine he felt. Grimmjow was buried inside him. His first time taking a cock inside himself and it felt so good he wanted more. As much as Grimmjow could give him before they needed to clean up and get ready to sleep.

"S-so full... fuck you filled me up I can feel you inside me. Almost in my stomach." It was the position coupled with how long and thick Grimmjow's cock was. It filled him just right. The stretch wasn't uncomfortable at all. It felt perfect. Like it was meant to be.

[solismused]

"Hah--Grim--Grimmjow, touching--touching me---there---" His hand there felt like it was bringing him even closer to that edge. There was no one else that could drag this reaction out of him. He briefly wondered if the tattoo artist would even believe this was his first time--saying half the things he said, or doing half the things he did. He hadn't ever had anyone match him like this before. "Hah---feels, good. Feels good, Grim--Grimmjow." For some reason saying his actual name in time with everything else, felt even hotter than calling him Daddy earlier was.

His body was growing so accustomated the shape and thickness of him now. It was being so carefully modeled to the model alone. There wasn't a apart of him that didn't want that. He wanted his body to please the model and be used as he wanted. "Y--Yes, G--Grimmjow. Want your cum inside me again. Want it--Want it all there, please. Please." He had never pleaded so hard in his entire life for anything. That was simply how good the model had made him feel. Even from the first moment he sat with him at his table---he had a feeling he could make him feel this good even.

"F--Fuck, Both-Both sound pretty--pretty hot." His mind was a mess as the felt that climax approaching. "B--But---" His mind was racing and going at a million miles an hour. He was nearing that edge but how to end his last orgasm of the night? Though not the last one he would ever have from the model. "Wanna--Wanna see you d--drink it, Grim-Grimmjow. P--Put it in your--your mouth, let me--let me fill your th--throat up, p--please." He had a feeling that'd be a perfect image to have while he was at work tomorrow attempting to flirt with his clients.

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Grimmjow didn't care if Ichigo had been with others before. The ginger was taking his cock like it was made just for him. Like Ichigo's body was obviously made for his cock and his cock alone. Nobody else could compare, nor could they have Ichigo. The host belonged to him and him alone. Just his. He was a greedy bastard. The model liked him, and this felt even more exquisite than he'd expected.

It wasn't his first time, but it was the time that mattered to him. "Yer body is takin' me so fuckin' well, Ichigo. Feels so good and perfect inside ya." He was being honest, that much would easily be noticed whenever Ichigo managed to look at his face again. He knew their scents were mingling on Ichigo's skin. Even if he couldn't really smell them. Ichigo's natural scent was so good too.

"Doncha worry, yer gonna get that. I'll lick ya all clean and take yer cock in my throat. Yer come too. I wanna drink it own, Ichigo." The model was being serious. While most people who topped preferred not to get their mouths dirty he didn't care. There were no labels here just him and Ichigo. His languid thrusts would remain, slow and deep, he'd speed up over time but it would take longer than their previous times. He wasn't fucking Ichigo, he was making love to him. There was a difference.

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She wanted him to do whatever he wished. So long as he didn't stop touching her. Her body felt so alive, so on edge with desire mixing with a building lust. No one had ever made her feel this way before. So seen, so visible to someone outside of her "good girl" persona. Hearing his request she would feel her face flush. Calling him just "Grimmjow" sent her heart into a brief flutter. Despite the current position they were, as she felt her weight shift and she was now in his lap. Her hands tangling into his sky blue tresses as he had kissed her. Lips gladly parting so that he could deepen that kiss.

The fabric loosening around her chest made her body shiver. Her palms pulling softly on his hair as her back arched into his body. "G--Grimmjow..." His name left her with no honorific attached, as the kiss broke and she looked him directly in the face. "Grim--Grimmjow." His name left her lips again and she felt like her heart might leap out of her chest. Yet she was using it honorific free. Perhaps he did have a point. They were already becoming so intimate to each other.

The feeling of her bra leaving her chest, sliding onto the floor beneath them made her body shiver with anticipation. Her bare chest touching against his, sensitive peaking nipples touching his strong muscular body. "G--Grimmjow." Now that she was saying his name, it left her a bit more confidently, as she reached for one of his hands to cup at her chest. Her hips would take advantage of this new position and begin to grind her hips downward on his lap. Her panties were already growing soaked from his attention, and with this? He'd feel how much she was already wanting him. The fabric felt so useless at this point slick with her growing desire and arousal. This was all his fault. He just had to walk into her door looking so desirable didn't he?

"Feel--Feel so good, Grimmjow." She would murmur to him as she found his lips again in a passionate and messy kiss. "You feel so good below me, like---like this. Can't--Can't you feel? How wet you made me." It was like nothing else she'd ever experienced in her life. This growing attraction to Grimmjow made her act in ways she never thought possible. Talking in ways even she never thought possible as her hips ground even more down on the arrancar, feeling her soaked panties glide over the crotch of his jeans. "Please, Please. Claim me---Claim me here too, Grimmjow." She would plead to him as she reached for one his hands near the waist band of her undies. "Want--Want you to feel me there too."

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Feeling her pressing against his lap caused his breath to hitch at first. The more she did it, the closer Grimmjow grew to moaning for her. Not that it took that long. His hands were moved to where she wanted them, and he'd touch gently. "Yer skin is so soft, Orihime." He'd move to rest his face against the curve of her neck, just taking in her scent with an undisguised moan. He knew she wasn't delicate. Far from it, actually. She'd slapped Ulquiorra. That took guts. Plus, she faced Yhwach right beside Ichigo and came out unscathed.

The hand on her breast would knead the soft flesh, palm against her nipple, before he was gently rolling it between two fingers. He could already smell her arousal. Never mind feeling it on his jeans. He didn't care that much. He could wash the clothing without issue. When his hand was touched and her words reached his ears, he'd move it to the front of her underwear. Two fingers would begin rubbing along the area that was wet from the outside. "Like this?" He knew she wanted his hand touching her skin, but he wanted to tease her through her wet underwear first.

Open-mouthed kisses would be placed to her neck and throat, before he was sucking gently. Not intending to leave a mark just yet. Due to what she was doing on his lap he'd begin to grow hard in his jeans. Whenever she rubbed just right he'd let out a short moan against her skin. "I can feel it and smell it. Smells good, sweet. Makes me wanna taste ya." He wanted to bury his head between her legs and worship her body in other ways too. "Ya want me to taste ya down here, Orihime?" He purred her name out and pressed his hips upward so she could feel what she was doing to him.

"I'll eat ya up like ya want me to but I'd rather it be in a better place than yer kitchen." He nibbled her skin before sucking on another area, this time intent on leaving a mark. He wanted people to know she belonged to him. Maybe it was his possessiveness, or maybe it was just because of how she was making him feel.

[solismused]

Their entire world was so empty so lost. So lonely now without all of their own kind within it. Something he would never forgive their bastard lord for. Killing off their kind like pawns to be discarded. Forgoing any real sense of loyalty that may have been there. Now they were so few and far between. Scattered amongst the sands like lost refugees discarded from their home. Halibel did her best to find those she could but even so---she did miss those she had. Especially Stark. "I wonder, if he was alive----would he have supported my queenship? Or perhaps since he out ranked me would he be ruling? Perhaps that would've been too exhausting for him to even think of." He always hated being the primera. Too much responsibility and power within such a worn soul. "I would've gladly have called Starrk, King. He--He in some ways is much better suited for the job than myself."

"A mother to her daughters? I suppose that is the way to describe how I feel for my daughters. They do feel so--close to me, in ways that I cannot always put a finger on." Perhaps because she had never experienced such a thing as motherhood. It was something so far removed from herself. Yet here she was. Experiencing such an emotion without even realizing it. "Swimming nude? Goodness Grimmjow, you are so forward with me." She would giggle winking at him. "But yes I am aware there are certain---rules that one must follow here. I have read a few scenarios of that in my books however." And they always ended very splendidly. "Okay then. I can be fine with such a plan. They can be from both of us."

Halibel had heard whispers of the different types of reapers. Though they were meant to be protectors---she highly doubted that all of them held themselves up to that standard. They were all capable of being less than honorable people. That much she could understand and see. She sighed at such a reality. "Yet they call us the monsters. And most of us buy into such thinking." Then she heard him continue. The octava coming to mind surely made her want to chuckle. He was such a chaotic force. A chaotic being who always threw her for a loop.

"More meaningful you say? Yet I have never heard of such a thing before. But I suppose if it is true--" Perhaps it was because most of them were too busy tearing each other's heads off. Too busy being violent and consumed by anger and grief. "I would not mind such a thing for us. If you wished to be by my side, in such a way---I would never oppose it. You are everything to me. Surely you know this by now. Everything I am belongs only to you, Grimmjow. And you know I would never say such words lightly."

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"Yeah, the way ya act with them is how I've seen mothers here actin' with their kids." Grimmjow felt it was natural for her, she was Sacrifice, not something like nihility or despair. She was one of the purest ways a human could die. Their own life for that of someone they loved. There was more to them than the things they were assigned though. They were beyond simple Hollows. As Arrancar they had hearts, he was sure of that, even though he had no idea what to do with one.

He chuckled. "Well, I wasn't sayin' we should swim naked together, the beaches here have areas for that kinda thing, but the one I wanna show ya and yer girls is one where families hang out. So there'll be kids and parents." Plus teenagers, and things like beach volleyball, or even other stuff humans enjoyed. "I'll be sure to get enough sun lotion so we don't get all burnt to a crisp or whatever Urahara says the sun can do." He'd also get after sun creams, lotions, and gels. To help the skin cool down and lock in the color. Or whatever they did.

The real sun felt so good on his skin. He chalked it up to his inner jaguar though. What he learned about them was they liked high places and a few other small things. Nothing huge. He felt that the reason they bought into the Soul Reapers words was because of how even they knew very little about their own kind. Arrancar weren't common. Even the natural ones own knowledge was minuscule at best. "That's kinda why I brought up the topic. I want that, for us." He was serious about her, that much would be obvious by this point, not just because of the date. He did things for her that he'd likely never have done otherwise.

"My respect for ya helped develop this relationship we have. I learned more about ya the more time we spent together." He reached forward and gently caressed her cheeks one after the other, a small smile on his lips as he did so. He didn't care how long it took. If they waited to become actual mates that was fine by him. He'd wait however long she needed. "There's no rush, we both know our ages ain't gonna change. While our hair and stuff will grow a bit there ain't much that'll change otherwise." He was genuinely content being with her. He did know, that he'd have to win over her girls before they could take that dive. Unless she told them that she planned on doing it.

"I wanna make sure yer girls are fine with us bein' together. They're a big part of yer life and when we take one another as mates they'll become an even larger part of mine than they already are."

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"Hehe well I have to ask him don't I? Hmmm. There are so many delicious places to eat I think. All of it smells so good." Various smells hit her nostrils all at one it felt like. Her stomach giving a soft growl in response to most of them. She also wasn't a picky eater something her and Ichigo had in common. It explained her need to combine different food options. Combining odd things because she didn't see it any differently. She would lift her penguin friend to her ear, pretending to hear commentary from the stuffed animal. She would really treasure it beyond belief, knowing that Ichigo won him for her.

"Hmm I think my penguin friend said we should go to---" She would dramatically reveal with a giggle. Her face was lit up with something soft and beautiful. The gleam of a first date and being with the person she so adored. The person she loved more than anything. "We should go to that stand first! The corn dog stand! They smell really good in the fryer and I see them putting fillings inside of the breading!"

"Then afterwards we can go to your stand. And then you know? I see a stand selling different flavors of iced lemonade. We should have those to drink with our food." She would decide with a salute from her stuffed animal, raising its small wing to its brow. "I always loved a cool glass of lemonade. "

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Ichigo wanted them to enjoy everything the festival had to offer. The rides, snacks, drinks, and even the games and candy. This was a date, and he wanted it to be the best first date for the two of them. She was adorable when when was happy. Or well, in general really, but especially while she was happy. "I'll win you some more things from the games while we let our snacks settle." He didn't care what they grabbed so long as they enjoyed it together. "Oh, lemonade does sound good. I wonder if they do the blended ice ones too." That'd be a good way to cool down since it was summertime.

He had his own little recipe for lemonade, and he liked to add other fruit to it, not just the whole versions either. There was a way to cook them down and make a sort of syrup that added the right amount of flavor without overpowering the lemonade itself. He was really glad that she was having such a good time already and the date was still in the early hours, too. It was nice. Really nice. He'd not told anyone he was going on a date today. The last thing he wanted was his dad being overly dramatic as he was known to be.

"There's a nice, shaded picnic table over by the trees. Nobody is under it because of the birds on the branches." They probably expected the birds to shit on them or steal their food, or something. The birds were a family, there was a nest, which meant baby birds. The worst that might happen would be them seeing the parents feeding the little ones which was part of nature and nothing was gross or bad about it in his opinion.