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x: Lying to you by Keaton Henson
NSFW Memes
Send one to…
✋️ - Press my muse against the wall and fuck them relentlessly
🤚- Have my muse press yours against the and fuck them relentlessly
😈 - Tease my muse until they beg to cum
👿 - Be teased by my muse until yours begs to cum
👍 - Pin my muse down as yours fingers them
👎 - Be pinned by my muse as they finger yours
🤛 - Roughly fist my muse until they cum hard
🤜 - Be roughly fisted by my muse until yours cums hard
🌗 - Blindfold and tie my muse for a little bedroom surprise
🌓 - Have my muse blindfold and tie yours for a little bedroom surprise
🍏 - Eat food off of my muse’s naked body
🍎 - Have my muse eat food of of your’s naked body
🖋 - Scratch my muse during rough heated sex
✒️ - Be scratched by my muse during rough heated sex
🔼 - Force my muse to cum unexpectedly
🔽 - Force your muse to cum unexpectedly
♠️ - Have my muse deepthroat yours
♣️ - Have your muse deepthroat mine
❗️- WILCARD
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I love DEEP CONVERSATIONS. Discussions in which our muses reflect on loaded topics like the future, death, their most passionate of ambitions, mistakes that they deeply regret, identity struggles, unexpressed fears, and more. Lighthearted and carefree threads are always great, but I also love threads that allow muses to explore parts of themselves that are typically hidden from those around them.
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Shuuhei takes the proffered seat, his chin perched on the back of one hand as he looks Ootoribashi’s way. The question put to him has him smiling in their secret joke. “It has.” Then he leans closer so that he can speak more plainly in quiet tones. “What time should I come to you, taichou? You can suspend me as you please.”
Rose smiles too, though it’s subtly more calculating and predatory as his eyes linger over the lieutenant for a moment, recalling just what he looks like beneath his uniform. Yes, he thinks, he has the perfect plan for them.
“I’m required for a late meeting, so I think eight will be suitable. What time is Kensei expecting you in tomorrow?” Can he leave marks, and can Shūhei stay the night? He needs to plan ahead.
Keeps an eye on this new captain just in case. For Izuru's sake, that is..
He’s noticed that fierce, tattoo-hooded gaze on him for a while now, particularly lasered when Izuru-chan’s around. Could it be that this suspicious redhead is his vice’s partner? He seems a little wild for the young noble, but those intense eyes just shout protectiveness—and there’s a very fine line between that and possessiveness.
But Rose isn’t concerned in the slightest.
In fact, he smiles directly at the lurking lieutenant from his window. “Something you’d like to say to me, Rokuban-fukutachō?” A snarl perhaps? He has a passing thought on taming that feral look, but he’ll keep his hands off. For now.
omoikokoro:
— Blue eyes scan his lover’s face as it hovers close; the way lavender gaze settles so tenderly on him, as tenderly as the graze along his temple accompanying it. He lightly squeezes Rose’s hand in his. The smile does not leave his face. He wonders how much any kind of hallucinogen could improve on this situation? He is already in heaven, it feels like. Reality is perhaps better when it is like this. Or maybe that is too romantic and gooey of him.
“I don’t want you to leave..” He mutters quietly, gaze dropping to his captain’s lips. “—I like this..” Moments like these make him feel like maybe he isn’t just a pastime like the others his captain spends fleeting moments of lust with. When they are like this, and it is not sexual, he feels like they are more like a bonded pair, rather than two people who spend time together for mutual pleasure.
He glances back up at his captain through his lashes. “Next time..” Whenever that may be.
The next kiss Rose presses to Izuru’s knuckles lingers in response to the soft squeeze and he knows immediately that he won’t be going anywhere for now. He certainly doesn’t mind—not when Izuru is so comfortable beside him.
“Alright, sweet.” He brushes his fingertips across the noble’s cheek then presses their joined hands to his own affectionately. It’s almost odd for the musician to feel so at home like this, but he does. For a good portion of his life, Rose’s lived as a vagrant and floated in Soul Society like a feather on the wind. Izuru grounds him in a way he unexpectedly enjoys. He’ll still float away on occasion, but he always finds his way back before long.
Once, he might’ve thought it’d be too restrictive a lifestyle but now he craves it, the sense of belonging that Izuru—and Third, by extension—offers. “Next time, then.”
omoikokoro:
— The curiosity comes with a sheltered upbringing. Izuru had always been an intelligent child, and he had taken that into the academy, which had certainly resulted in him excelling in the world of graded tests and practicals. He was ‘booksmart’. When it came to real life though there had been a real damper on his lust for adventure called convention and etiquette.
Sometimes when he was with Rose he felt uncultured and childish. He could at least justify some of the gap between their life-experience through the fact that Rojuro had lived several centuries more than he had. And then of course there was the exile his captain went through.
He couldn’t help smiling when Rojuro returned his gesture. He didn’t even fluster. He noted how this felt.. Like normalcy. Except, of course, for the subject matter. “I would, maybe.. If you’re there.” He can relax if Rose is there.
It’s true he’s lived a vastly different life to his vice, but Rose wouldn’t trade a single second of their time together for Izuru to be more worldly. It’ll come in time and, in the time Rose has known him, it’s already expanded greatly. Izuru’s not so restrained by his upbringing any more.
He’s rather tempted to tease those fingers at his lips to see if he can bring a blush to those pale cheeks, but the musician restrains himself and sets his guitar off the side of the bed so he can roll over with ease. Now facing Izuru, he uses his free hand to smooth back the younger man’s bangs away from his face. “I’d have to make a trip to the living world, but if you want to try it now, there should be time for the effects to wear off before we’re back on duty.”
They still have tomorrow to themselves after all, though it might take Rose a couple hours to track down his old contacts. For Izuru, it’s more than worth the trip.
omoikokoro:
— It serves to rephrase his question after a less than satisfactory answer. He’s learned in speaking with Yumichika that where it concerns people speaking in riddles, or rather simply evading answering the true question altogether, patience is a saint’s virtue. But it pays off with Rose, at least.
He listens intently, gaze travelling from the ceiling to his captain at his side. He knows weed. Or knows of it, anyway, and he is a little surprised it helps with his captain’s hollow, of all things. He keeps forgetting about that part of Rose. Perhaps that is dangerous, but he also likes the idea of being able to enjoy his lover without a constant threat in the back of his mind..
He’s never heard of acid. It must just be a name, because real acid is found only at the twelfth, and no one wants to come into contact with that.
“Uplifting..” He echoes. He wonders how well he’d still be able to write his depressing drivel, influenced by something like that. He wonders also how the hallucinations would be. He brings their entwined hands to his lips, taking his time to quietly think it over.
“….Would you recommend it?”
Rose knows those beautiful glacier-blue eyes are on him, he always can tell, and the sensation pulls his lips up in a smile. Izuru seems to have such a childlike curiosity when it comes to new experiences, whether it be something modern, like their current topic, or an aspect of their relationship they’ve not explored.
“I would, with caution though,” his head finally turns to watch his young muse’s mouth press over his fingers, “there can be negative side-effects sometimes. Once you’ve taken it, you can’t change your mind.” Despite the warning, Rose’s expression is reassuring and calm. Now it’s his turn to bring their joined hands to his lips, copying the gesture.
“I’ll be here with you if you decide you’d like to see for yourself.”
omoikokoro:
— “Oh..” Now that Rose is laying beside him, his gaze travels back to the ceiling, to the cracks in the wooden skeleton of the building. He wonders only fleetingly how much it would take for it to come crashing down upon them.
He takes one of Rojuro’s arms and pulls it to his chest, playing with his slender fingers as he considers the other’s answer. It hadn’t been very informative at all. He could have at least given an impression. “What’s it like for you?” He clarifies, after a moment’s silence. He recognises that perhaps there was a kind of invitation in his lover’s answer, but he wants to fish for some more information first.
The musician’s arm goes with ease, fingers flexing out to touch Izuru’s and capture them between his own. He chuckles softly when that query is repeated a little more directly. Rose knows he’s being a little evasive, but it’s only for fun.
“My usual drug of choice is weed—cannabis, pot, dope, call it what you will. It’s mostly just relaxing for me, handy if my hollow’s been bothering me, and it changes the way my senses work a bit. Usually makes my synesthesia more vivid.” He strokes his thumb over a trapped digit and hums idly. “If I’m specifically for that effect, or I’m looking for inspiration, I’ll go for acid. The hallucinations are far more intense. It’s a bit more... uplifting? Yes, I think that’s the best way to describe it. But it’s less predictable.”
“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”
sexual tension sentence starters / accepting.
It’s not really a surprise, is it? After all, he’s always been a very touch-driven lover and his hands are his primary tool for everything.
Running his fingertips over Izuru’s heated skin is simply habit when they’re together—and he knows his muse enjoys it. Besides, it’s the lieutenant who’s been instigating lately. Almost aggressively. Rose has to wonder if something he’s doing (maybe someone) is the cause of it, but he’s too distracted right now to probe the thought further.
“Isn’t that your fault right now, my sweet?” After all, it was Izuru who’d been giving him lingering looks all morning, and that touch under his office desk earlier...
Rose is certain that was provocation, possessiveness. His muse would have known he’d respond in kind.
© - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere | Shuuhei hopes his hint that they should seek somewhere private at the soonest opportunity doesn’t come across as too insistent. He is simply.. eager.
manhandling symbol starters / accepting.
put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere
My my, someone’s certainly is in a hurry. Perhaps he should have invited the lieutenant to stay at the office instead and help work out that little show of jealousy from Izuru after all. But then again, he didn’t have any equipment at his disposal there. He could have made it work, but still… Another time.
For now, Rose just chuckles—the sound deep and melodic—as he glances at the tattooed shinigami and the arm leading down to the warm hand on his lower back.
“Impatient, are we, Shūhei?”
♚
manhandling symbol starters / accepting.
put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discouragethem from standing up
Rose was going to see Shūhei out but that gentle, hidden hand stops him just as his muscles tense to rise. A faint curl of his lips and flick of his eyes towards his lieutenant offers a glimpse of his bemused interest. Is that a little possessiveness he sees in that steady, pale gaze?
He thinks so.
Not that the musician’s surprised. Izurus’s proved himself to be a bit of a brat when it comes to his lover’s attention and Rose has been more focused on the other vice this morning—sensing a little something interesting from Shūhei’s lingering looks between the blonde pair. It seems Izuru’s noticed it too.
His own touch settles considerably higher on his muse’s thigh and squeezes slightly. Rose watches that dark gaze opposite them flick down for the briefest moment of recognition and his smirk broadens just a little more.
“I’ll come by to talk with you later, Hisagi-fukutaichō~”
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He’s looking at the ceiling, and at the back of Rojuro’s hair as he waits for his captain to pay him attention. He has such perfect hair… Gold-spun curls, they fall as though they were never even touched by the hands of time or the forces of nature. It is rude how perfect his hair is. He could probably write a haiku about /that/. Izuru is called back to reality when Rose answers him, and he purses his lips, staying quiet a moment. “Both..” He decides. “What’s it like?”
For a moment he simply twists in place to watch his muse, admiring the fascination on those dainty features. But then he eases himself back to lie beside his muse, guitar resting on a propped knee and now quiet under his touch.
Izuru’s answer doesn’t really sate his inquisitiveness, but it can wait and more might be revealed in time. “It really depends on your drug of choice, and everyone reacts differently anyway.” He’s not tried them all, and some only once. “Really the only way to know is to experience it for yourself.”
He may still have a small stash—only pot—lying around if Izuru does want to try.
Sexual tension sentence starters
as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall. part two ( x ) and more angry ones ( x )
Angry
“Make me.”
“I dare you.”
“Bite me.”
“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”
“Wanna bet?”
“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”
“Prove it.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”
“Oh, well fuck me, then.”
“Shut up!”
“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”
Flirty
“I wish we weren’t out in public…”
“Wow, you’re really strong.”
“Wanna go for a ride?”
“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”
“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”
“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”
“You have really nice fingers…”
“Are we going downtown?”
“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”
“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”
“What do you wear to bed?”
Awkward
“Do you have to eat it like that?”
“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”
“Hey, stop biting your lip…”
“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”
“You’re standing a little close to me…”
“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”
“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”
“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”
“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”
“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”