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Post by Gin Ichimaru on May 27, 2015 15:04:35 GMT -6
.:Warning/Welcome: Adult Content:.
Gin snickered and flung the door closed with some kido. He ran his tongue down her upraised neck, nuzzling down to her breasts. Pushing her down to the futon, he smirked down at her. “I could chase them away if you’re scared my son’s magnetism.” He wanted to focus on his son. He did. But Kita’s damp body was just too much to resist after years of being apart - with only dreams to compensate. He kissed her again, devouring her mouth and tangling with her tongue. Kita moaned again and pulled back, looking at him. “What makes you think you can scare them off, love? You’re not scary.” She gave a playful grin.
Gin’s eyes gleamed. “Is that so?” He ran his hands down, teasing her curves for a moment and then yanked her kimono open. He nipped the lace bra, groaning. As her nipples hardened. |
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on May 27, 2015 15:16:44 GMT -6
The blood rushed to Kita's head as Gin teased her breasts his hands softly caressing her flesh as her hand kneaded his shoulders. She gasp as he nipped her breast at the lace edge of her bra. It had been too long in feeling the warmth of his body and soft moist lips against her own. She arched her body into him as he kissed and nipped a trail down the valley of her chest to the center of her abdomen.
"Gin..." Kita breathlessly called out to him.
He continued downward, stopping at her bellybutton, letting his tongue dipping down into it. Kita flinched, her skin tingling and her body trembling from the anticipation of his next move. His name slipped from her lips once more as she reached down and laced her fingers with his.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on May 27, 2015 23:06:13 GMT -6
Gin growled at the heady dose of lust that ran through him at her calling of his name and slid back up to her, tugging her panties down and away. “We don’t have time to draw this out,” he hissed. As Kita nodded feverish and started freeing himself of the elaborate kimono, he finished freeing her from her own. Both clothes were tossed out of the way before they groaned simultaneously at the acute skin contact. Gin nipped hard at her shoulder and pushed her down. It had been far too long. Positioning himself at her hot entrance, he crouched over her. “We shouldn’t let Soji hear,” he purred, slamming himself deep in her warmth and sealing her lips with his own.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on May 27, 2015 23:20:16 GMT -6
Through the kiss, Kita held her breath as a small scream rumbled through her as he quickly entered her. Her hands on his back as she let her nails drag hard, down his back to his ass as she filled both hands with each cheek and squeezed, pulling him in deeper as the surge of pain, delight, passion and lust ran through her. She felt as if her body was in shock with all the feelings and emotions swirled through her.
As he pulled out thrusting back into her, Kita broke from the kiss as her body arched against him, biting at her bottom lip to hold back the moan. Only a soft whine escaping her. He lifted above her, sliding one hand under her lifting her hips up as he pulled back and thrust into her again, pulling her hips toward him at the same time. When she arched again, he dipped down, teasing her nipple with the tip of his tongue.
When she moaned again, he took it between his lips and sucked, pulling off it with a soft pop he loved doing the same to the other. Kita's toes curled, her nails dragging back up Gin's back.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on May 27, 2015 23:47:39 GMT -6
Gin hissed and growled deep in his chest as her nails’ dragging along his back only increased his lust and need for her. He pulled all the way out of her entrance before slamming back inside her, sealing her lips with his fingers just in time. Kita moaned around them, sucking on the digits pressed against her lips. Eyes slits of azure flame, he pushed two deep inside her mouth, sliding in and out of her as she sucked.
“Kita….” he whispered, hair falling over his face as he set a bruising pace, trying to satisfy them both but unable to hold back. Through the curtain of flashing silver, he watched her suck and moan around his fingers trying to keep her silent.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on May 28, 2015 0:28:51 GMT -6
Kita sucked hard against his fingers as she placed her hand to his pulling it from her mouth. She licked the two fingers then slid his middle and ring finger deep in her mouth, sucking and humming. Her free hand gripped at his bicep then dropped from his arm moving to his chest. Her hand rubbing across his chest and his own erect nipples. She pinched one causing him to flinch, his signature smile quickly appearing crossing his lips. Her other hand released his hand in her mouth as she let that hand take advantage of his other ripe and sensitive nipple. Still sucking and moaning against his fingers as he slowly pulled them from her mouth.
Adjusting himself over her, he went back to bended knee, pulling her up making sure he never left the warmth between her legs. Sitting her straddle legged on his lap, he pulled her down hard as their bodies slapped together and Gin ground against her as she pushed down on his rock hard, throbbing member. Kita's head tipping back as she bit her lower lip again, holding back a loud and lustful moan. Both his hands went at her breasts as he pinched her nipples as well. Lifting her head, he quickly caught her lips in another heated and rough kiss. He pulled from her lips, latching on to her neck, he growled and purred against her neck. Kita moaning softly into his ear, nipping the rim as he kissed and sucked along her jaw.
Pinching his nipples, she then pulled with a quick pinch and released them, let her nails drag down his chest and sides. She then let her fingertips glide to his back dragging her nails up his back. Her hips now rocking against him, her soaked, trembling, hot cavern tightening around his member with each inward thrust they took.
She took hold of his shoulders massaging them as she rode him hard and deep. Each moan, whine and silent scream more intense then the next. She looked into his lustful, tender and loving eyes with her own; everything they were making the other feel, think and experience, that moment, was felt between them. In a glance. A touch. A kiss or even a soft whisper of the other's name.
She slowly leaned in brushing her lips against his, teasing him as she let the tip of her tongue softly graze across his upper lip. Letting her lips brush against his once more she whispered softly in a lusty, heated voice.
"I belong to you," she nipped his bottom lip, "only you..."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on May 28, 2015 12:02:15 GMT -6
Gin groaned and then growled as she clamped down on his shaft, hands leaving her breasts to find her hips and push her back down onto him, feeling his balls slap against her ass with the force. Kita whined but didn’t get to cry out before Gin stole her breath away. “Mine,” he hissed, once free of her warm cavern. “Mine forever.”
Feeling his shaft begin to tighten, he pushed Kita back down on him again and laid out on the futon, his eyes narrowed in an order to ride him for their end. Kita nodded weakly and slid up before falling back down on him, her nails sliding down his slick chest, one hand over her mouth, as he thrust upwards.
Gin growled again and his hands tightened around her hips. As she slid and he thrust, he leaned up and bit her nipple hard, making her come undone. A couple tears fell down her cheeks at her suppressed cry.
Gin soothed the red tip before rolling her over, back to her back. Eyes locked on her, he lasted only three more jerky thrusts before he erupted inside her. He buried his head in her shoulder to stifle his own groan.
“Mine….” he repeated.
His lover, light, and his son.
And he would protect them.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on May 28, 2015 13:10:06 GMT -6
A hand covering her mouth the other tangled in the sheets gripping them tightly as Kita's own orgasm followed Gin's. Her legs wrapped around his hips pulling him closer when he collapsed on top of her. Her arms slowly wrapping around him as he laid them to their sides.
It was real. He was really there. In her arms. He was awake and finally back where he belonged with her and Sojiro. Another tear trickled down her cheek, tears of joy, as she hugged him tightly. She did not want to let him go, it had been too long since she held him like this. The warmth of his body against hers, his soft kisses brushing her skin. His strong and protective arms wrapped tightly around her. She brushed his bangs from his eyes as she looked deeply into them. There was peace there, peace unlike before his coma. She smiled warmly and kissed his lips tenderly pulling him into another gentle hug.
After a few more minutes of them holding one another in the silence. Kita went to sit up only to be captured in Gin's arms from behind as he tenderly kissed up her neck. Kita giggled softly wiggling in his arms.
"Love. We need to get dressed." Her eyes looked to the clock in the room. "Dinner is at seven and it's five-thirty."He tugged her into his lap and kissed down her throat. "So we have another half hour to an hour," he murmured into her skin, arms like steal around her bare body. "It's your birthday, dearie~ Don't you want to get your full special day's worth from me?"Her body was still tingling from their love making just moments before as he was quickly bringing them back to the top as he kissed further down her chest tempting her and himself as he played with her breasts, one of his hands caressing her inner thigh.
"Gin..." Kita breathless called out his name as his fingers slid deep into her wet cavern. "We...have...""Shhh..." Gin whispered in her ear. "It's your birthday. You're entitled to be as late or as early as you want. Everything that you want~" Kita's eyes closed slowly as her head swooned. She could not stop him. She craved him just as badly as he was craving her. Finally, her mind and body gave in to him again the two of them caught in a deep passionate kiss.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jul 18, 2016 12:07:43 GMT -6
"Caught Between":Deep within his mind or a tattered corner of his inner realm, a young Gin Ichimaru sat beneath a bare tree, wind pulling at the rags that clothed him, head on his knees and eyes slits of icy silver. Something was clinging to his cheeks, but he didn’t know what it was. It could have been blood. It could have been tears. He was a bit familiar with both. And after all this time, if that much time had passed, they felt about the same, sticky remnants of something forgotten. The grey world swirled around the boy and his tree as he watched a part of his long shadow dissolve and whirl upwards, not enough substance for sand. Just another spinning husk of dust. A forlorn piece of darkness. Would it disappear, too? Did he care?
He grinned.
Did it really matter?
The swirl sketched an image of a woman with worn eyes that danced even without color. No name came to him even as he watched the form vanish and mutter a farewell. The darkness faded into the nothingness that surrounded him, but a little light returned to his eyes.
It’s not like he cared about her.
Or she cared about him.
If she did…
… then they were all fools.
Yet here he still was, his fingers turning a dried seed.
If he planted it, would it show him something new? If he let it go…. would he disappear with it?
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Aug 14, 2016 14:29:38 GMT -6
"Waking Up Again":Gin shot up in bed, his fisted hand swinging into something only he could see, his eyes blazing with intent and flickering between blood red and crystal clear blue, mirroring the sky outside. His limb shook and he clenched his fingers tighter. Until blood dripped onto his sheets. HIs lips curled upwards into a sly twist of amusement.
The door opened to reveal the quincy healer and Kurosaki.
“Get out of the way,” he purred. “I’m really not in the mood for commentary on this hunt.” His macabre smile lifted higher. “Unless you’re volunteering to die first, that is,” he added.
Kurosaki sighed and Gin Ichimaru smirked.
- END RP - To be continued….
"I Do":
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Aug 25, 2016 18:51:50 GMT -6
"Getting to the Facts II":Gin slid the door closed, still glaring in the direction Vale’s reiatsu. Standing by it as silence filled the room until his head turned back to her. He glanced down to her feet shuffling against the futon like she used to when they were young. When he was outside in the cold, looking for someone to pick pocket and she was waiting in their shack. He couldn’t stay out long or she would get colder than he ever would. Something about watching him in the kimono that was too short for him.
That was another detail he had nearly forgotten.
He released a breath and rubbed at his hair, looking away from her. “What did you want to know, Ran?” he muttered. “And how… I - Never mind.” He crossed over to the window, pushing it open.
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Post by Lt. Rangiku Matsumoto on Aug 25, 2016 19:05:48 GMT -6
"I--" she started to stumble on her words as she paused and took a deep breath. "I wanted to check on you and see how you were doing." She looked down as she folded her hands in front of her.
"I--I did not know I am sorry." She looked back up at him. "How is Sojiro taking this?"
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Aug 25, 2016 19:20:37 GMT -6
Gin’s lips twisted upwards. “Hell if I know,” he said quietly. “Being asleep like I was when he came by.” He folded his arms, his eyes going to the door again. “Just to keep me from wrecking it,” he ground out. His hand found Shinsou again, and he clenched his hand over it. The day he finally comes back and she’s gone and gotten even more tied down to the bastard. Now, Vale had…
He sighed and released his blade.
“I doubt he knows I am awake. It’s not like it’s been spread around with Aizen-san’s latest attack on their precious white walls.”
He sat on his futon. “Tell me how you’re back, Ran.”
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Post by Lt. Rangiku Matsumoto on Aug 25, 2016 19:32:07 GMT -6
She blinked a few times as she looked at him. "What does it matter? I am back." She paused and watched him as he sat down on the bed. "Why do I feel as if you are unhappy with my return?"
Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at him, his eyes focused on something outside of the room as he looked out the window. She walked over to him and pushed against his shoulder. "Are you even listening to me?"
His head turned slowly as he looked at her through narrowed eyes. She huffed with a soft growl. "You've killed me. You really think you scare me? Knock it off!" She turned from him and walked toward the door. "Which by the way... I still can't get over. I thought for sure you would turn your blade on Aizen and kill him." Her head shook. "How wrong I was~"
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Aug 25, 2016 20:17:40 GMT -6
“That wasn’t my choice,” he mumbled.
“What?” she said, tone gratingly cheerful.
Gin surged to his feet and seized her arm. “That wasn’t the damned choice he gave me!” he spat. “You think I wanted to kill yer? I nearly went off the damned end of the world again because of it!”
“And that makes it alright?” she snapped, pulling away from him. “You could have attacked Aizen!” Gin’s eyes glittered strangely beneath his bangs. “But you didn’t!” Gin was quiet for a few minutes, giving time for Rangiku to free herself and grab the doorknob.
“You have no idea what was going on there….” he whispered, but his voice faded. Tasting blood on his lips and the screaming in his head. He turned around, shoulders hunched. “No, I didn’t, and I know sorry won’t cut it. So go if yer goin agin. And… stay away this time.” He hesitated. “I asked so I cin thank whoever was good enough to.”
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