#cursechakra

Unprompted !

Alucard voice : Wanna feel 'em ?

Send (･.◤) for your muse to walk in on mine masturbating! (not accepting ) — @cursechakra

Normally, he's more put together than this. At least enough to come across as composed and not ... whatever the fuck this is. Being pent up is one thing. Acting on it is another and not something he entertains unless in the complete privacy of his own home. Or, well, if whoever he's seeing wants to watch or whatever, but he doesn't exactly have that right now. Not completely. Nothing outside of this giant fucking elephant in whatever room they both happen to occupy.

The tension's all there. The air around them always ends up being charged to some capacity, but neither of them speak on it — much less do anything.

So when Atsuya wakes from a very nice dream that involves his current guest just a room over ... he has two options. The first being the most rational and not do anything about the hard on tenting under the blankets. Think of something awful, go take an ice cold shower, whatever it takes to make that thing wilt.

Then there's the second option. Get himself off and be done with it. Should be easy enough. It's not like he's unfamiliar with where to touch so he can barrel towards clarity again. It's more so the principle of it. How guilt will surely start to gnaw at him the second it's seriously contemplated.

Thing is, he's still groggy. Bleary to the nth degree. So when Atusya rolls over while struggling to make up his sleep-addled mind and gets the tiniest bit of friction ... well, he repeats it without much thought; simply because it felt good. Fleeting, but it didn't have to stay like that. He could extent it for another few seconds ... minutes ...

Fuck. Fine. He's giving in. Swears it won't take long and he'll be absolutely silent. Even as he goes to spit in a hand and cram it down his boxers, shivering from the feeling of his own calloused palm. There's no teasing like he tends to do with a bit of self indulgence. Just quick strokes and a firm hold.

He almost does it. With his shirt having been pulled between his teeth and his face half buried in the pillow. Atusya can feel himself drawing closer and closer —

The slow glide of a door opening sounds.

The top of his head peers outside of the bundle of blankets as he all but freezes. Hand still wrapped around his aching cock — just seconds away from bliss. "Ke.." Shit, he's breathing way too hard. Practically sounds winded. A deep breath's drawn in, but does little to calm the storm his pulse kicked up. "Kenji, what—" His lower half cants ever so slightly and Atsuya almost bites through his fucking tongue. A moan swells in the base of his throat, pushing and begging to be freed.

ᯓ☆ her  footsteps  are  fast  but  light.  quick  as  a  whip  and  twice  as  eager  for  SOME  form  of  companionship,  lavender  all  but  skids  to  a  stop  beside  kana.  TROUBLE  glints  in  her  eyes,  a  lopsided  grin  all  the  indication  the  world  could  need  as  a  sign  that  the  would-be  witch  has  been  UP  TO  SHIT  once  again.  it  is  tuesday  morning,  and  lavender  has  no  doubt  already  committed  at  least  THREE  different  petty  crimes.  

❝  hey,  you  mind  acting  like  we’re  best  friends  for  a  few  seconds  ??  juuust  until  a  few  cops  pass  by.  i’ll  pay  you,  promise.  ❞ 

its  fingers  are  crossed  behind  its  back. 

@cursechakra / starter call.

from misumi !!!!

bingo ! ( accepting ) — @cursechakra

Sunglasses sliding to rest atop ash blonde locks, Genki skims over the piece of paper. Normally, she wouldn't humor this sort of thing, but, well, the submitter just so happened to pique her interest.

“Don’t bullshit me Nara.” Hands shoved in his pockets, Sasuke scowls at him. “Say why you’re really here.” He can only assume it’s village business. Didn’t he tell them to leave him the fuck alone? They released him, conditionally. Raising an impatient brow, he scoffs.

“Are they sending you because they don’t trust a messenger bird?” Honestly he’d probably feed the bird and ignore the directive attached to it’s leg.

"it's more exhausting than most realise," the sharp sound of her weapon leaving a body no longer moving, shinobu faces the other with a smile most distant. it was easily seen as a front for a feeling much darker, "they keep coming, and the majority of humans have no idea of how to stop them."