#「 ᶜᵃʷ ᶜᵃʷ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳᶠᵘᶜᵏᵉʳ / asks. 」

[katakurah]

♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse

𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

it feels kinda weird, letting renji do this. but he hasn’t exactly got much of a choice. his hair’s been getting nasty and it’s damn near impossible with his busted wrist in plaster. (but, really, it’s asuka’s own fault since he’d started the barfight that’d lead to said wrist-bustage.)

“‘ey, ‘ey... yer gonna ge’ soap in m’ eyes, red!” the raven swipes the wayward suds from his face with a sole unwrapped hand and flicks them on his friend’s shirt. a bit of payback for the near miss. “though’ ya said ya were good a’ this shi’.” after all, with hair as long as renji’s is, he should have plenty experience washing it properly.

he bangs his plastered arm against the bathroom wall grumpily, grimacing in both frustration and the jolt to his broken bones, “ugh, i’m jus’ gonna spend th’ six weeks drunk off m’ ass so i ain’t gotta deal wi’ this fuckin’ thing...”

“even jerkin’ off’s gonna be a pain...”

[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]

♚ : Head scratches

𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

birb coos and nuzzling. crowsuka likes scritches.

[katakurah]

Do you remember when you first met Izuru? What did you think of him then, especially compared to now?

“yeah...” it’s been a while since he’s thought about it, but asuka does still recall the day he’d met the meek, almost mousey noble. “‘e def’nitely struck me as a sheltered li’l kid back then, bu’ there was a few int’restin’ hints ‘bout ‘im.” a tiny bit of spunk when the raven had needled him, and an earnestness about him that asuka had liked.

“took me a while t’ really get t’ know ‘im more than jus’ “lieutenant”, bu’ he was s’prisingly brave an’ pretty naive. now? ‘e’s been through shi’ that’s tainted ‘im, bu’ i like tha’ too. ain’t so naive any more, bu’ still th’ same heart ‘e’s always had.”

[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: There is a heady kind of scent in the room, and though it is dark, you can see teeth and eyes glint with what little light is reflecting from outside. He is grinning at you because between you, Izuru is doing what he does /best/. Playing the part of the useful toy. Renji's hand is wound into blond tresses keeping his rhythm of fucking into his throat. It produces some wonderful, choked moans and keens. Your own hands are on already bruised hips, giving his reddened ass your all.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

4. very aroused

damn it’s a good view. even with the little he can see, it’s one hell of a picture. who knew the little goody-two-shoes could suck a dick so well while getting thoroughly reamed? asuka should suggest putting it on his resume some time, just to see what the reaction would be.

right now though, the tattooist is focused on how that tight ass is squeezing around him so nicely. he’s not far off coming, but neither’s izuru from the sounds of it, so asuka reaches down to roughly grab the blonde’s member and stroke it to the same rhythm as his hips.

“doncha dare ge’ off too,” he directs at renji with his own panted grin, “i’m gonna ride ya once ‘m done ‘ere, red—-”

asuka stirs, roused by the sound of his own mumbling. fuck. why the hell didn’t he think of doing that instead of just suggesting they drink until the power came back on?? now he’s really fucking horny and the other two are dead to the world, even through renji’s snores.

well, there’s really nothing else for it, so he unzips his too-tight fly with a groan and wriggles his jeans down. if the redhead doesn’t want jizz wiped on his couch, that’s just too damn bad.

[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]

He approaches Asuka's desk at the end of the day and reaches to lightly tug on the sixth seat's scarf. "Come on, we're going drinking."

in all honesty, the sixth-seat’s just been doodling for the has half-hour, filling up the margins of the requisition form he’s supposed to be filling out with pointless patterns. it looks pretty enough, but it’s hardly the point of him being here. so when rikū offers a way out, he jumps at the opportunity and is out of his seat in a flash.

the graffitied form is dropped carelessly back into his mostly-empty inbox and his desk is left a mess as he heads for the door. “bou’ fuckin’ time ya said somethin’ smart.” nevertheless, it’s not often the noble initiates a session like this and there’s doubtless some underlying reason for it, but far be it for asuka to turn down the opportunity. especially if there’s a chance he can steer rikū into bed for a drunken fuck later.

[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]

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse //modern verse or canon, your pick :p

𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 / 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

a low groan is all asuka offers the redhead when he’s woken by the tug of the sheets and dipping of his mattress.

he’s still utterly exhausted from moving furniture down god-knows-how-many flights of stairs, and therefore barely even shifts to make space. renji’s certainly made the process of moving easier and no doubt it’ll be better in the long run now that he’s living above the tattoo shop he’s working at, but still, it’d been one hell of a pain to move his crap outta that shithole he’d called his apartment before.

given that it’s the middle of winter, renji’s furnace-like body is appreciated as it slides in next to him. the artist shifts about until his back’s at the redhead’s warm side, not even alert enough to wonder why he’s decided to join him in the first place. asuka feels that heat begin to penetrate through his skin and he sighs quietly.

renji really has been a lifesaver today. he’ll have to repay his friend in the morning. and then buy some warmer blankets.

[katakurah]

☝️ (getting Asuka to move so he can try to climb up to get something)

𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 / 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Tap my muse on the shoulder

little does izuru know, asuka’s standing there exactly to prevent that specific attempt. and he continues to flick his lighter open and closed almost like the beat of a heart, deliberately ignoring his poor lieutenant’s efforts. after all, he and rikū plan have that involve izuru not getting his hands on the stack of work out of his reach.

the noble needn't fear though, the third-seat has relayed said plan to rose and gotten his approval to kidnap izuru for a half-day of forced relaxation and good company whether he likes it or not.

“c’n i help ya there, ‘zuru?” 

[katakurah]

bondage

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 / 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

“when ‘m in th’ mood fer i’, sure.”

he’ll regularly tie down hands and cocks purely for the fun of it, but there’s times where he’ll do some more extensive work too, just to make his playmate beg. that usually only happens with those he’s more familiar with, however—when he’s wants something more than just a quick fuck. 

[katakurah]

♛ : Sharing a dessert

𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

it’s a shame rikū’s been called away. he’d been planning on getting the third-seat’s assistance in dragging izuru away from his desk after lunch. (not that he’s incapable on his own, but it’s been a while since they’d all had a little fun together.)

but then again, the noble does have a real penchant for the dango they’d gotten him, so it’s not like it’ll go entirely to waste. in fact, there’s only one sticky-sweet skewer left that izuru’s already working his way through. no doubt he’ll be rather sleepy after this, stomach likely full to bursting, but it’s kind of satisfying to watch nonetheless. 

when he gets down to that last dumpling, asuka swoops in and ensnares the blonde’s hand. he leans in close to take a hold of the final ball with his teeth and tugs it from the stick deftly. there’s a certain smugness to asuka’s face as he devours it then licks his lips clean of the sweet sauce.

“thanks fer th’ meal~”

[katakurah]

He scowls at the 6th seat. "Captain Otoribashi's orders. You /do not/ have the week off."

crows don’t understand orders. so he ain’t listening--