#solismused

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Feeling how Ichigo's body was so tight around two of his slender fingers, the model would scissor them slowly, moving them around to stretch the shorter man open. Leaning in, he'd press a kiss to Ichigo's shoulder. "Then they're idiots for not givin' ya a real chance." While speaking he'd nip Ichigo's neck with a small hum, still working his fingers in and out of the host. It was unlikely that he needed to admit that it'd also been a while since he last had a partner himself. He'd not even had a fling in a number of years. But that was fine.

"You're loosenin' up nice for me, Ichigo, fuck I can't wait to be inside ya myself. You're gonna feel even better when that happens." He'd curl his fingers inside the smaller man, waiting for him to intake a sharp breath, or let out a shuddery moan. Either way, the model would know that the shorter man was enjoying his touches and genuinely felt good due to them. "Ya sound so damn sexy moanin' for me and sayin' such naughty things to me."

"Ya feel ready for my cock, baby. Gonna fill ya up and make ya think of me whenever ya sit down for the next week or so for sure." Not that he'd be in any different condition, thinking of Ichigo's noises and how their bodies seem to fit so perfectly together. Once he pulled his fingers out of Ichigo, he'd slowly press the head of his slicked up cock to that tight ring of muscle and begin easing it in. "Remember to keep breathin' and relax."

[illusionemfrangere]

@solismused starter for Grimmow

While walking along the streets he was growing more and more accustomed to, the dragon stopped suddenly, and when he looked up he realized that he was outside of Grimmjow's tattoo parlor. So what does he do? That's pretty simple. He pushes the door open and walks inside, saying his hellos to the people he'd gotten to know the more he came by, as he headed to the boss's office.

Once he was outside of Grimmjow's office, he paused again, thinking over how best to pose his question to the other man. There was no title for whatever fucked up kind of relationship the two of them had. They'd made out more than one time and they'd had sex, too. But they'd never talked about what they were.

Pushing the door open, he'd flash a fanged grin at the other man, a clawed hand on his hip as he did so. He was wearing a form fitting black muscle shirt emblazoned with a Japanese rock band insignia on it. Atop that was his sleeveless jacket that had metal surrounding his shoulders, along the neck, and down the front. A thick black leather belt held his white pants on, and he had his combat boots that were also adorned with similar metal decorations as his coat. And, of course, he had his fingerless gloves on. Nice black leather ones.

Walking up to Grimmjow's desk quietly, despite his height and build, he'd lean forward on his forearm, grin still curling upon his lips as he did so. "I was thinkin'. We've been gettin' to know one another for a while now." While he was fairly anxious since he'd not asked someone out in a number of years now, something told him Grimmjow wouldn't turn him down flat.

"There's this restaurant here in town, and I wanna take ya there, so, will ya go on a date with me, Grimmjow?" An actual date is what he was asking for. Even if neither of them were looking for a relationship there was no denying how easily they'd seemingly clicked with one another. The pet names and flirting had been going both ways the entire time.

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@solismused plotted starter for Grimmjow

It'd taken a few weeks to get everything that Grimmjow needed to his place, but there was now a private room set up for the tattoo artist to use to work on him. The singer was glad that the other man had agreed to working with him in the privacy of his home. Once everything was brought in and set up, he called Grimmjow to let him know he could come by any time, and let him know the code to the gate.

Despite the size of his place, he had no people working for him. He cooked his own meals, and cleaned the house himself. It wasn't because he felt that anyone who wanted to work for him had other reasons, but because he had a hard time trusting people. Grimmjow had proven himself previously. So, when the bell was rung, the singer is the one who opened the door, he had no shoes on, just house socks. "Come in. I can show you to where everything is set up if you'd like."

If Grimmjow wanted to be shown to the room, he'd do so, he made sure it was close to the kitchen, that way if they got hungry or thirsty at any point, they could stop and get something into themselves. "If you need anything else, we can order it and have it delivered, but this is everything you and I discussed before. The only things that weren't brought here were your tattoo gun and inks." He had a feeling it was due to Grimmjow wanting to bring those himself.

The fact that he was a rock singer and he had no ink was likely anomalous to some extent. He didn't even have that many piercings. He was looking forward to working with Grimmjow on getting ink done, and he would only be having Grimmjow work with him, nobody else.

"I'm honestly looking forward to seeing what you've come up with so far for me." He'd be paying Grimmjow the proper amount for the work he was going to be doing for him. Tips would be given too, so long as the taller man would take them, if not he'd just have to donate the money to the other man's tattoo parlor.

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@solismused sent in: Halibel had taken Grimmjow's advice, and left her jacket partially unzipped, enough to see the surface of white bone on her collar bone and neck that extended up to her face where white teeth could be seen. She approached Grimmjow curiously, giving his shoulder a gentle tap with her gloved palm. "Grimmjow," She would say his name regal and politely. "Would you---" She debates on how to word this, pausing for a moment. "Would you like---to touch---my mask I mean? I remembered how you said you admired it and---I would want you to touch it if you pleased."

"Yes, Halibel?" As he turned to face her he wasn't expecting to see her mask exposed. That was mostly due to how she seemed to self-conscious about its appearance before. He didn't think it was intimidating, or ugly, nothing like that. To him, it was just part of who she was. Halibel was respected. She was also feared by a lot who knew her power.

Would he like to touch her mask? "Ya want me to touch your mask? Ain't that kinda personal?" He knew it was something that could be considered intimate. Maybe between them it could be something out of respect? Or was there a risk there to be had? Two Arrancar touching one another's mask remnants? What was the worst that could happen?

"I wouldn't mind, if you're sure ya want me to do so, but I would want ya to touch mine, too." The last thing he would want was her girls thinking he was taking advantage of her state of dress to touch her mask without permission or something. He didn't fear the three of them or the monster they could summon. He was stronger than they were but he'd never kill any of them because he respected Halibel.

"We got a deal? Ya touch mine and I touch yours at the same time?" Maybe it was a curiosity that led him to want to see if she'd touch his mask as he touched hers.

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He'd never once thought about what it'd feel like to have a cock inside himself. Ichigo's cock was spearing him with each methodical thrust of those hips. Gasps and other noises were torn from him over and over again, his back arching despite his hand being pinned above his head and once of his legs being on Ichigo's shoulder. The one wrapped around his mate would flex and tighten every now and then. Pulling the reaper that much deeper or closer each time it happened.

"W-why not? You-you're being so good for me, spreadin' me open, an-and hittin' spots that feel s-so fuckin good." The way his body reacted as Ichigo touched his cock while basically railing him was probably going to make the ginger even hotter. The moan that was torn from him as he listened to Ichigo's words would be long and deep. His cock twitching in that expert hand stroking it as Ichigo thrust into him.

"F-fuck th-that's hot. Wanna, wanna feel ya as ya fill me up. S-show me how much of a go-good boy ya can be and give it to me." While he was very pliable this time, that may not be true each time. There was a chance that the Arrancar would make his mate work to top him again, even though they could both tell that he was currently enjoying it.

He was likely going to be a brat which was something that turned him on about Ichigo. Whenever his mate acted a brat to get him really going. "C-close... gonna... gonna cum soon, Ichi." A bit would spurt onto Ichigo's hand, just a couple small strings.

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"Guess I shoulda paid a bit more attention too, since I hadn't had a fuckin' clue ya were my roommate either." Then again it might have been for privacy rather than neither of them actually paying attention to the papers. He couldn't help but let his eyes take in Ichigo in his entirety as he stood there. The other looked really good after all the years the passed. That he could admit without a shred of doubt and it seemed that the other man thought the same about him. Well, that'd just result in a wicked grin.

A while was a bit of an understatement but surely, Ichigo knew that as well as the taller man did. Eight or more years had passed since the last time they'd seen one another and now they were college roommates. So what did that have to say about their luck? It had clearly not been planned since neither of them were aware of the other being his roommate.

The fact that Ichigo had a flip phone didn't actually shock his old friend at all, even though the taller had a nice smart phone of his own. "Let me pull a shirt on and I can help ya, how's that sound?" He could only imagine how much stuff Ichigo had packed to come to college with, especially knowing his parents and sisters. Made him wonder if the shorter man would be telling his family that his old best friend was his roommate now.

[illusionemfrangere]

@solismused starter for Grimmjow

The dress was a pale blue color decorated with what looked like flowers upon the hem. She wore white leggings, and calf high snow boots given the shift in the weather. The coat she wore fell to just below her hips and was lined with a soft warm sherpa. Foregoing a scarf, she instead wore a pair of earmuffs. Resting right atop her bosom dangled the stylized necklace the Arrancar had gifted her on her birthday earlier in the year.

Gloves were tucked into her pockets just in case it grew colder than it already was. She was nothing, if not prepared for snow to begin falling at any moment. Stepping out of her apartment, she'd move toward the exit down the stairs, a bright smile enveloping her features as she gazed upon the fluffy white clouds that covered the sky above her.

Greeting anyone she knew along the way, the young woman would begin walking toward the park, she always found the location rather serene this time of year. Even before the snow was to blanket the ground. It was quiet, leaves still lingered in small piles here and there upon the ground. She recalled, when she was younger, how much fun she had playing in those piles of leaves.

A curious tilt of her head would be had as she spotted a lone figure in the distance, the closer the got the more she recognized Grimmjow. His tall stature used to be somewhat intimidating to her, given her petite size, but that was no more. She would begin moving quicker, almost a light jog but not quite. "Grimmjow-kun!" Her voice would easily be recognized by him, of that she had no doubt.

Within a few feet of him, she would slow her pace back to a walk, her smile still bright as she stopped at his side. "It's nice to see you. I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here." She would rock briefly on her heels, smile never dropping from her lips. Despite the crisp winter air, her gentle scent would likely carry toward him, within it a couple flowers, but lingering atop that would be the scent of freshly baked bread. As her breathing went back to normal, the pendant upon the necklace he'd gifted her would resume resting where it had been previously.

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"You would think I'm getting too old for this." Leon says to Ada as the pair make their way through some rough but familiar terrain. Raccoon City in its destroyed state nearly broke his heart, sending unwanted memories through his brain. He holds out his hand to her, as he sees an uneven break in the ground. "Wouldn't want you to break an ankle now would he? Whose gonna call for help when my bad knee gives out?" ( im dying he thinks he's old )

The older woman merely rolls her eyes at her younger companion's remark, though her gaze remains fixed on the ruins of Raccoon City where it all began. It had laid the foundation for their careers and livelihood, yet she never thought they would return three decades later. Perhaps, they can finally close this chapter.

She doubted her younger self would have spared a moment for reflection. Back then, she would have pushed forward without looking back, too focused on survival to dwell on memories. Yet due to her husband's influence, she couldn't help reflecting on the past.

Her expression softened briefly as she paid silent respect to those who had fallen here before settling back into its usual composure. "Such a gentleman," she teased, taking his offered hand as they crossed uneven terrain together.

"You'll survive. Nothing's managed to keep you down yet, not even that terrible posture." Or the Raccoon City Syndrome... at least, not yet. The black tarnish markings grew further the last time she saw him, which was only an hour or two ago.

What happened in those few hours to cause such a change?

"How are you feeling?" A simple question though it held heavy weight. "Should I be concerned?"