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jushirou-ukitake replied to your post:                   Wonders if she should try a Santa suit on this...                

   You can too! Why not?    

“Weeeell. I think it would look better on someone else.Those sorts of outfits usually don’t fit well on me.”

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[ @jushirou-ukitake // From here ]

Mutter grumble grumble. It'd been awhile since he'd been scolded for his cursing, long enough to forget that it had ever been an issue. Still, he's pretty sure it was justified after those idiots chased him all over the Seireitei! Fuck Squad 11.

Kew leaned against the door and slid down into sitting position. "Sorry," He sighs. "Ah-- Yeah, s'been awhile, ain't it? Hah, um... As 'a late? I dunno, just... deliverin' papers. Hangin' out with Ruk-- Uh, Lieutenant Rukia. Meetin’ th’other captains. Gettin' chased around by meatheads. Lotsa stuff. Been real busy. Ain’t never a borin’ day around here."

Those morons weren't dumb enough to chase him in here, were they? He keeps an ear to the door just in case.

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@jushirou-ukitake replied to your post: surprise and very undignified glomp

it’s finally spring you see! isn’t that something?!

‘ is it already? goodness that went fast. ’ he yawns. ‘ i dreamt about you last night~ ’

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Good grief… -gently collects the son by the waist in one arm and takes him to his boyfriends for mandatory bedrest-

papa juu is officially the only one here with any sense

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[ @jushirou-ukitake ]

                                “ Kyoraku wears a woman’s pink kimono above his shoulders every day. I have a feeling that he wouldn’t mind having pink hair as to compliment it, Ukitake. However, if you truly wish to dye his hair,  then permit me to suggest coloring it in a less favored  color. Neon green for an example. “

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[[Tomodachi Life (AKA ‘Immovable Island’) is up and running! I did my best to recreate all the characters, and I think I got pretty close on all the personality types! I’ll probably turn on the game when activity dies down and add more Miis/post about whatever crazy stuff happens.]]

Bonus: While I was making this post...

GREAT IDEA, STARRK.]]

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@jushirou-ukitake replied to your post: -clicks at- these dreams are very gross and...

( oh noes does that mean the evil hollow thing will come after juu? :D )

// if rose has a really bad day, maybe~

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Kinky

Inbox me; “Kinky…” and I’ll generate a number between 1 - 70

15. My muse performs oral sex on your muse (I actually got this, I couldn’t believe it! XD)

His teasing had likely gone too far but Jūshirō never balked and gave as good as he’d gotten, in his own subtle way, with those lush eyes lingering on him more freely the more the pair of them drank. They’d casually played this little game previously, though neither took it seriously, and the blush over porcelain cheeks had been encouraged by a few choice vulgar words from the visored’s lips. 

Those lips now ghosted along the inside of a slender thigh still hidden beneath black cotton, but his gaze stayed firmly fixed on the elder captain’s. Rose had never taken it this far before, but the sake warming his veins added to the lingering excitement caused by his ‘conversation’ with a certain other visored captain. Fortunately, his current companion didn’t seem to mind too much—and Jūshirō wouldn’t mistake his boldness for anything it wasn’t.

Fingers stroked over the nascent arousal for a moment before continuing up to tug at an obstructing obi, eliciting a soft hitch in that steady breath. In the work of a moment, the knot came free (experience obvious), but the musician didn’t attack the prize waiting below. Instead, he shuffled his knees closer and glanced upward again when a warm hand settled on his shoulder. Rose grinned, something between lazy and predatory, and ran his tongue across heated fabric in an effort to drag out another little sound.

His reward was barely more than the last he’d gotten, but this one held a wanton tone to it that hinted at something better.

The grip firmed ever so slightly, as if to say well come on then, and Rose chuckled lowly before he obliged. Usually he’d offer up more preamble, but today he didn’t have that much patience for extended torment and drew that heat in with his wicked tongue. It was the visored that sighed in delight, however, and he gave into his hunger rapidly to devour the other man.

As always, Rose took pride in this ‘artform’ and toyed with both lips and tongue to find Jūshirō’s most sensitive areas, sliding them with near-cruel slowness over his engorged head or pressing confidently along heavy veins between dips into his greedy mouth.

He listened intently for telltale soft moans and murmured assurances; they were like warm honey in his ear and only heated his own body further until he couldn’t ignore it any longer. One hand released from its steadying grip on the elder man’s hip and travelled down past his own, slinking inside irritating hakama. Oh, yes…

As much he enjoyed it, the musician had never been very able to deny or draw out his own pleasure. Now was hardly any different so he lifted his head a little to suck in a breath. Then, in a single, fluid movement, he took down Jūshirō down to the root. Dark hairs tickled his nose and he swallowed to drag a deeper groan from his companion’s parted lips. Tilting back, he repeated the movement with clear intent but remained seated before allowing Jūshirō to use his throat as as he pleased while his own hand worked in that same rhythm. 

Though not done by the time the other captain spilled himself over a receptive tongue with one of the most delicious noises Rose had ever heard, he moaned himself and withdrew to pant lightly against a softly-quivering thigh. A strand of milky white still clung to his lips, connecting them to the replete member until broken in an effort not to leave his friend dirty. 

Finally sitting back, hooded eyes drifted over that pale form before him. He took in the rare view like a ravenous wolf did a steaming, fresh carcass. Beautiful. And Rose’s hand strayed back down…