#「 ᶜᵃʷ ᶜᵃʷ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳᶠᵘᶜᵏᵉʳ / asks. 」

[uchikese]

Asphyxiation

send me a kink you can see my character having... / accepting.

And they'll rate it: No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

it’s basically a compulsion at this point, getting his fingers around someone’s throat——

[katakurah]

anyone ever tell you you look like a B-grade Kuchiki? Like what they'd look like if you pulled them through the wringer a few times?

he snorts. it’s something that he’s heard on occasion and the comparison doesn’t bother him the slightest. “pretty sure i’m better lookin’ than tha’ frigid ice princess an’ ‘is sister combined. sure as shi’ ge’ more ass than ‘em.”

in fact, asuka suspects that byakuya’s dick has withered and fallen off centuries ago. would definitely explain a few things.

[katakurah]

wet dream: Izuru is on top of you, desperate and wanting. He'd already prepared himself, and is holding you down as he rides you hard and fast. He tells you to touch him, even as he slams himself down onto your cock over and over again, tears streaming down his face from the pleasure and pain blending together into a high unlike any other.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

3½. pretty aroused

he’s gonna fucking garrote gori. can’t that goddamn gorilla just sleep quietly??

asuka groans lowly and rolls over to kick the wall dividing their quarters in retaliation for the thump that’s woken him. the hand that’s immediately gone to the knife beneath his pillow relaxes, clearly it’s not needed. he scowls up at the window. still dark. probably only an hour or two since he’s crashed into bed.

it’s then that an image of his dream resurfaces and the sixth-seat’s expression twists into a smirk. izuru’s face all warped and red, bouncing over his lap. it’s been a while since asuka’s had that particular pleasure... a glance downward confirms that its one even his unconscious body’s enjoyed. and it sparks a thought in his mind.

he drags on his rarely-used sleeping yukata and rises. there’s a good chance a certain blonde lieutenant is still busy at his desk and could do with being thoroughly distracted right now.

if not, asuka’s sure izuru won’t mind if he’s woken up.

[katakurah]

It's one of the rare days that he chooses to leave on time with everyone else, rather than staying late. Maybe it's because he feels utterly exhausted in a way that he rarely does. Maybe it's for other reasons. But does it matter, in the end? He ignores Asuka in favor of making his way to his quarters, intent on skipping dinner and just going to bed instead so that he can at least try to get some sleep, regardless of any nightmares he may have. He cam always drink to prevent them, after all.

asuka doesn’t bother trying to get his lieutenant’s attention as he passes by. he can see it in izuru’s eyes that it’d be a pointless effort. instead, the raven packs up his papers with a silent exchange and nod to the third-seat. they’ve both done this enough that it’s no longer anything they need to say aloud.

once he’s done, he rises and tracks the blonde back to his quarters. izuru’s not hard to find, not hard to predict, and asuka doesn’t bother knocking as he opens the door and slips through. he might get kicked out for his lack of manners, but he doesn’t expect to. instead, the sixth-seat pads on over to his superior and rests a hand on izuru’s slim shoulder. “need some company?”

he’s not looking for anything today, just to offer a distraction and a sense of camaraderie. “ya c’n sleep on m’ lap if ya want.”

[katakurah]

He looks up when he hears the commotion, and his eyes widen at the sight of Asuka trying to stab the Captain. In a flash he's on his feet and making his way towards the confrontation, his eyes darkening. Even when Asuka starts to walk away, Izuru first checks over Gin before turning to chase after the sixth seat. It's rare that he's riled like this, though he really should have expected it. He had hoped that it would never come to this, but he really shouldn't be surprised. (1)

Asuka had not made any effort to hide his disdain for the Captain, after all. Even so... Izuru pushes his emotions aside, the part of him that wants to scream and cry at having to go against one of his friends, and instead allows his mind to become blank as he catches up and forcefully pushes at Asuka to get him up against a wall. "Don't. Don't do that again. The Captain may let you off easily, but I won't. I will not stand for insubordination, Asuka." (2)

he’s breathing hard as he exits the building, fists clenched in raw vitriol. dammit!

a wild punch leaves cracks in the wall and splits his knuckles wide open. asuka wants to do it again and again. until the pain outweighs his anger. but he doesn’t get the chance to take a second shot. he’s pinned there by a force. for a flash, he thinks it’s ichimaru again, come to taunt him more, but when he looks up, it’s just izuru. 

which only enrages the sixth-seat further.

“ya think i fuckin’ care?!” he’s lashing out but he doesn’t care. izuru’s too blinded by devotion to see what that fox-face bastard is doing. asuka grabs the front of the noble’s uniform, blood from his knuckles staining the fabric. he shoves the smaller man away from him, a look akin to disgust on his face. “makes me sick!”

the raven doesn’t care how izuru takes that right now, he just can’t stand and watch how the blonde defends their captain time and time again in spite of everything. he needs space. he can’t breathe like this.

[katakurah]

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food. There is no poison or hot pepper in the baked goods he brings (leftovers from a dinner party at Kensei's). He is not that immature. Unlike /some/.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

asuka knows better than to believe that the musician would taint the food with something—rose won’t stoop that low—but there’s still no way in hell that he’s going to take the offered plate no matter how good it looks or smells. 

“ya think i look like someone who’d take yer charity?” the sixth-seat’s tone is arctic-cold, as is his scowl. really, the man should know better than try to make peace with him by now. time’d better be spent scrubbing the gotei’s halls with a toothbrush. “think i’m some stray dog ya can feed ‘n gain ‘s trust? ya really need everyone t’ like ya, don’t ya?”

“‘s pathetic.”

[katakurah]

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

amongst his friends, he smiles somewhat often, but when with people he doesn’t know or trust that much, it’s far more rare that he will. asuka’s smile is almost always sly, usually just an upward quirk of his lip. if something really amuses him, he’ll show teeth in what could almost be mistaken for a sneer.

what’s truly rare is for him to smile more genuinely—something soft, daresay even kind. that only happens on the very extraordinary occasions that he lets his guard down fully. even then, it only lasts for a brief moment before disappearing again.

[katakurah]

"Hypothetically, if I wanted ta tattoo my dick, would you do it?" He feels comfortable with Asuka. Besides, he's the best artist he knows. //modern verse

“ya want a dick tattoo?” he’s done a few before, after intense discussion and multiple waivers. it’s not something that he’d strictly recommend, even for experienced people like renji.

“do ya realise tha’ they’re an absolute bitch t’ heal? ya can’t even jerk off for like three weeks, red. not t’ mention tha’ i’ makes even boxers a serious pain t’ wear.” and then there’s the initial care and bandaging. the scabbing. and getting hard would be downright uncomfortable—even without the blue balls. “don’t ge’ me wrong, i’d do i’ fer ya... bu’...”

asuka doesn’t really think renji will enjoy the process.

[katakurah]

"Wait, wait, wait.. While I was /asleep/?!" He sets his hands on his hips and scowls something fierce. Though not because he is offended they would do that right next to him, but because they had made no effort to /wake/ him. "No fair, Asuka!"

“ya shoulda seen ‘im, red,” is he being unnecessarily cruel right now? yes. does he care? absolutely not, “was like he’d been made fer i’. absolute top grade cocksucker. s’not my fault ya sleep like th’ dead. ain’t like i was bein’ quiet or somethin’.”

if renji had woken up, who knows where the night might’ve gone. but there’s no point dwelling in the past. it happened and all involved had thoroughly enjoyed themselves. and who knows? it might happen again and renji could be the one benefitting from the blonde’s skills.

not like the electricity is exactly reliable in this part of town anyway.

[katakurah]

Wet dream:

Izuru is on his bed, whimpering in pleasure as he's being stretched to get him ready for what is to come. But it isn't you who's stretching him, it's Shuuhei. You, meanwhile, are busy stretching out and prepping said other Lieutenant.

Finally, both Lieutenants are ready and Shuuhei is pushing into Izuru, and even as he does that you are pushing into him. Both of them moan, and Izuru even lets out a low curse at the weight of both yourself and Shuuhei combined.

You start to move, using your weight and position to force Shuuhei deeper into Izuru, forcing him to match your pace into the blond. Izuru clings to Shuuhei with one hand, you with the other. He and Shuuhei both are crying out with each thrust, though Izuru is also noticeably louder.

At some point, you've used your knives and drawn a little blood, though no one minds. You can't decide if you want to hold Shuuhei's throat, or Izuru's, before settling for Shuuhei. Izuru's moaning both of your names anyways, when he can manage to get a coherent word out.

Izuru cums, and his orgasm forces Shuuhei into his as well.

You wake up.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

4¼. nearly there.

he jolts awake mid-thrust into the bunched-up sheets around his hips and snarls like a wild thing. it’s asuka’s day off and nobody should be knocking on his door this early in the morning. but apparently whoever it was has realised both their error and the danger it’s put them in and no further sounds ensue.

god-fucking-dammit, that’d been good too! not his usual preference when there’s multiple dicks available, but still more than enough to really get him going. with a groan, the sixth-seat rolls onto his back and shoves a hand between himself and the sheets, grasping and jerking with a purpose.

it’s not quite as good as dream-hisagi’s ass clenching around him, but it gets the job done and he comes in only a dozen or so strokes with a broken groan. he’s almost tempted to just go back to sleep, sticky sheets and all...

[katakurah]

would you let otoribashi watch?

hmmm... would he? it’s not something he’s considered before.

asuka’s certainly not above fucking where there’s a chance the captain might see by accident, but it’d be a very cold day in hell before he’d invite rose to watch. still, there’s a perverted pleasure at the thought of making the man jealous.

“d’pends, i guess.”

[katakurah]

Frankly, they like hearing these assumptions about them. It is always nice to hear people straight up tell you, but if that kind of direct information is unavailable then Nao thinks they and Asuka have the habit of being a quiet listening ear in common. They hum, wanting to hear where this is going. They wouldn't class themselves as a voyeur, but one can make adjustments for the right /people/. e.g. Their lieutenant. "/Really/?" They question, in a bemused tone. "What kind of price, I wonder."

he knows he’s piqued nao’s interest and offers a low chuckle, all mischief and satisfaction. “he migh’ like an audience... or i migh’ no’ tell ‘im at all. spread ‘im ou’ ‘front of a window fer anyone t’ see.” it’s an interesting and promising scenario, letting the noble struggle between his propriety and desire.

asuka might try it some time even if the fourth-seat isn’t going to join in.

offering a hum of his own, the raven considers what he might ask for such a coveted prize. not having to do paperwork would be nice, but it hardly seems an equal exchange. “mm... a favor.” who knows when having them owe him might come in handy. and it’s not like asuka’s getting nothing out of the scene anyway.

[katakurah]

He gives a very judgmental stare from behind his paperwork for a loooooong moment before resuming said paperwork. No words. Just staring. And judging. And paperwork.

ah. kira-fukutaichō must’ve reached the page in his report where asuka’s gotten distracted from the dry retelling and doodled a few... fun images in the margins.

excellent.

[katakurah]

"First you ask for attractive features, and now you're asking for assumptions as well?" Someone clearly wants attention, then. "How about this?" He once more counts on his fingers. "You can be an ass. I suspect you may be actually part crow, with how much the local ones seem to like you. I imagine that you'd probably enjoy it quite a bit if I just let you have the rest of the day off. I'll also assume that you dislike sweets." Who knows where the last one came from.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

the first one isn’t really an assumption as much as it is a blatant part of his personality—and he won’t deny it in the slightest.

“dunno ‘bout ‘part crow’, they’re jus’ smart critters. guilty on all yer other ones though~” izuru knows him well; the lieutenant hardly needs to guess at these things any more. “ain’t any real wild claims in there—c’mon, gimme somethin’ more int’restin’.”

[katakurah]

"'s yer ass, obviously." He grins cheekily. "Though yer knives are also very attractive." That is.. The skill he has with them.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

it’s true, he has a very fine ass. not flabby or flat—it’s shaped through rigorous training into perfection. and his knife skills aren’t too shabby either. he grins at the redhead.

“damn righ’ i’ is~”

[katakurah]

✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) [ohoho don't bleed out Asuka]

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Ōtoribashi is begging to lose his hand. 

It’s feels disgusting that the musician should come see him like this, like he’s only come to silently gloat and see Asuka uncharacteristically helpless. There’s no way the raven’s going to lie obediently still with him around. Then again, it’s his own fault for nearly getting bisected...

Asuka doesn’t regret it; it was either him or Izuru.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me.”

He shoves away that coaxing hand and hauls himself up to sit on the edge of the cot. The motion has his middle burning where the wound’s stitched closed. Asuka doesn’t need Rose’s pity or gratitude or whatever it is he’s come to express. It’s bad enough being weak and injured, he doesn’t want some ridiculous pointless gesture as well.