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[[ People really fucking piss me off, thinking they can harass others and essentially bully them off here. THAT'S NOT RIGHT, and the reason why I don't have anon turned on--I don't have time for those kinds of scumbags, who don't even deserve anything that they have.

Anon asks ARE A PRIVILEGE DAMMIT. At least for me. If I ever turn it on again (which is highly unlikely), I swear to God that if I get any anon hate, I'll politely wring their necks in reply, and post it too, to make a point that no one should do that to others, but apparently the ones who bully others with their faces blurred are JUST FUCKING COWARDS. ]]

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[[ ❝ you make the prettiest sounds when you break. ❞ & ❝ you look so good when you're falling apart. ❞ & ❝ i’m going to leave you trembling. ❞ for Grimmjow from the 'sweet filthy things' meme ]]

He was so pliant when they did things, feeding off Ichigo's high energy which he thought was downright hot, and he was glad Ichigo was this way with him, Grimmjow felt special.

He was on his stomach, ass up in the air and feeling so tired already from Ichigo's advances, but hunger burned in his gut, he wasn't tapping out, he couldn't.

A strained moan came from him as blue hair stuck to his forehead, and a line of saliva had run down his mouth and onto the sheet. His cock was rubbing against the bed and begged to be touched, but maybe Ichigo wanted to test him.

"You damn taskmaster." He breathed, and Grimmjow felt so excited to get more of Ichigo's attention, like he was the only man who deserved it. His body tensed, waiting for whatever the other would do next, bent over in supplication to his lover, who could make him feel better, even in his lowest deep inside. "Do it already, you bitch."

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

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He wasn't sure how much gas he had in the tank, so the first thing to do would be to grab some from a gas station, maybe after dropping off their partners with Taichi. His relationship with the older Yagami sibling was complicated... but at least Taichi had given his blessing for Yamato to date Hikari, after all they had been through they still fought like cats and dogs time and again.

"Mmm." He stood, letting go of her hand to tug on a jacket and grab a pack of smokes for later. BlackGabumon had gotten his leash and Yamato clipped it to his partner's collar. "A getaway..." He mused, heading for the door and stopping just short of getting into his boots.

He turned back to look at her, and smiled again; a broken smile with barely any life. But he only smiled for her, she was his light in their darkness.

Though they had been together a few years, they had never actually done anything past light fondling and kisses because Yamato's apartment really wasn't the place he wanted to have that special time with her. But perhaps they could on their trip... who knows?

"You comin'? I'll get the gas can and we can head over to your brother's place."

Hikari’s heart fluttered when he squeezed her hand, his words like a soft reassurance that everything she was feeling wasn’t too much. She looked at him, her smile growing brighter, feeling a weight lift off her chest.

“I’m glad you feel that way,” she said, her voice a little lighter now, the nerves slowly ebbing away. She gently ran her thumb over the back of his hand, a quiet contentment filling her. “I’ve just… missed having some time with you. Just the two of us, you know?”

Her thoughts wandered for a moment, imagining the quiet peace of a trip with Yamato—no distractions, just the two of them enjoying each other’s company. She could already feel the calmness settling in her chest.

“Maybe a little getaway somewhere peaceful, like you said. A place where we can just… breathe. I think we both deserve that.” Her gaze softened as she looked up at him, meeting his eyes, her smile more tender now. “We’ll make it special.”

They had to, she did not have enough time left after all, she had to tell him what she wanted to for a while now. "Lets just get on your bike and drive off- lets be spontaneous and see where the road takes us."

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His body was gathering goosebumps, and he wanted Ichigo so close, clutching at his waist and pulling him so that their bodies pressed together. Deprived wasn't the right word for what the Arrancar felt, but there was a greedy sense of wanting to belong to Ichigo and have himself belong to Ichigo, no questions.

Breath caught in his throat as Ichigo came closer, the need to have more skin contact was growing, as was the thickness of his cock as he got aroused just by looking at Ichigo. Blood pumped in his ears and his hollow hole could feel tree bark against its curve, but it didn't matter. Closer. He wanted more.

Everything he could give... that was quite a bit, and some stuff Grimmjow wouldn't know until he tried things, experimented... They were both sure to have a good time, maybe get a little sore, perhaps bloody. "I'll give ya all 'a me, if you give me all 'a you." It wasn't like him to do anything half-assed, though they still had room to grow in whatever this was. Sure his response sounded sappy as fuck, but he was content around Ichigo.

Ichigo's other words made a deep rumble come from Grimmjow, his cock and ass twitching at the thought of feeling Ichigo even after they parted. Every ache and crack of bone days gone by... he'd recall what they were sharing now. Grimmjow already wanted just that, to be taken (of his own intent) by Ichigo, and have pure, raw, unfiltered sex with him, among other things.

"Hell, I do. Yer fucking gorgeous, that dick of yers doesn't need covered by anything less. Of course it should be covered by my mouth maybe...."

They kissed again and when Ichigo was closer, Grimmjow ran fingers and claws lightly down the Shinigami's back, feeling muscle and bones move. Pushing hips together, Grimmjow sorely wanted to be touched, but they had all the time to do things.

"Bein' scent marked by ya makes me feel good, Ichigo. It's tha first step to couplin' I think." He pushed his face into Ichigo's neck, nuzzling the skin as his claws dug into his back slightly, a little pressure.

Being called babe was somewhat of a new thing for him but he found that he liked it. Especially since it was coming from Grimmjow the only person he'd ever wanted in the fashion they were about to get to. Again. It'd been a bit of time since the last time he sought Grimmjow out for anything though.

In recent years, the Soul Reaper had come to terms with not being quite just that, or human, and he'd rejected part of himself entirely. His Hollow, however, he'd gotten to know and realized that there would be a much better relationship between them if he listened. And so he did. Accepting and learning more about his Hollow took time. Which was one of the main reasons he'd been gone for so long.

"I better. I want everything you can give me." Lips would be licked, silver becoming visible for a short time, maybe he wanted even more than just the same treatment. "I'm going to make sure you feel me even after I'm gone, Grimmjow." He wanted the other to crave him to want only him. Perhaps that was greedy but nobody ever said Ichigo wasn't.

He really did like that Grimmjow went commando. It made it easier to get to what they were both craving whenever either of them were like this. "I really do. I'm sure you appreciate that I've started to go like that when I'm in my soul form too." Only recently but Grimmjow wouldn't know that unless he asked. Something the ginger wasn't sure he'd do right away. Not when they had much more pressing matters to attend to.

Leaning in, he'd kiss Grimmjow again, moving a bit closer to give the Arrancar more skin to traverse with his fingertips and claws. A chuckle sounded from him as he pulled away from the short kiss. "I happen to love your scent too but much more so whenever it's mixed with my own. You're the same about my scent though, aren't you?"

It was the Hollow in him that practically purred whenever he could caught his own scent lingering on Grimmjow. Sure, it never lasted long, they weren't mated to one another, so the melding of scents wasn't permanent.

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He liked watching Humans, seeing their successes and failures brought him endless entertainment. And sometimes he liked to mess with people since not many could see him.

He kinda wanted to find another fag, maybe after they ate, and if Ichigo was okay with kissing after he smoked one, he'd listen to him if he didn't want Grimmjow to smoke, it could be for another day.

"A big deal." He echoed and put a hand on Ichigo's back, again kissing back. The other was addicting, and the kisses made Grimmjow want him a little more than food, but the want for Pizza was a bit stronger for now. "I'm a big deal anyways." Chuckling at his own remark, Grimmjow eyed Ichigo and his phone.

The Arrancar didn't really get the technology, and he'd probably never get a phone—unless Ichigo wanted him to... Seeing the picture on the screen his eyes widened, pupils constricting to slits as they focused on the food. "Fuckin' looks good." Ordering before we get there, on that phone?" He found it amusing that Humans contacted one another via phones. Grimmjow just shouted at people if they were far away, but that's just who he was.

Leaning, Grimmjow bent his head to nuzzle Ichigo's neck before they headed where they'd get the Pizza, he wanted to get Ichigo's scent to help ground himself as the time of people watching had made him antsy. "Mmm... sound good ta me, babe. Watchin' tha stars is a thing I do on ocassion."

He'd been able to tell that Grimmjow was occupied in whatever he was doing. People watching, it seemed, which made sense, since the other was an Arrancar. Learning mannerisms and the like by watching humans mill about. He chuckled at the comment the other posed. "That's true, though, something about it seems to fit you in a way, too."

Maybe it was because Grimmjow had that air of a 'bad boy' and most of them smoked, didn't they? Not that Ichigo really gave a damn about any of that. He was handsy because he was affectionate. Grimmjow would eventually grow used to his boyfriend being handsy with him, touching him whenever he could.

"Mhm." His response was hummed out as he leaned in for that initial kiss, lips brushing against lips as was somewhat common, though going by the widening of Grimmjow's eyes, it made the ginger realize that he wasn't quite used to that yet. "Yeah, birthdays, they're... I guess kind of a big deal to a lot of people. I want to make your first one with me special." Another kiss is pressed to Grimmjow's lips because the Soul Reaper can't get enough of his taste.

Listening as Grimmjow worked through what he wanted to eat, the ginger would nod. He'd pull his phone out and open something to show Grimmjow a picture of pizza. "This is pizza, if this is what you want to eat, then yeah, we can go eat some. I can order it so it's ready for us when we get there." There was actually a pizza place in Karakura that Soul Reapers frequented in their soul forms.

The ginger himself included, so the staff were all spiritually aware and they treated their customers fairly.

"After dinner we can see where the night takes us or just find a nice place you'd like to enjoy one another in."

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[[ I'm really glad that Mezke is the best guy ever to make me icons for Grimmjow. I know that it's not that hard, and he likes to do it for his friends, but I had to think about it when asked if I wanted any. The guy's really a keeper of a friend. ]]