[ Had it been someone familiar he'd be able to sense them through these walls, see all the ugliness of his kind blended together in the form of grotesque limbs or flowers. Instead Obikawa's blood runs hot with humiliation, in realizing that if not a god then he's speaking to a mere human who has found confidence in teasing him.
Humans in his world never dared to attempt at exorcising the Gods. They contaminated the land, polluted the air, and were able to take control of a person's entire mind with a single glance; draining them of all hope. And so of course they turned to their most effective way of handling creatures that threatened their position on the food chain: violence. ]
You sound like the type of person who scams people by saying there's a ghost in their closet.
[ He huffs in attempt to dismiss the mild irritation that still settles in his voice. ]
And like you have no reason to worry about me! 'Cause I've done nothing but be friendly with humans here. I've even sent dick pics. [ That were unwanted and the worst sexting experience someone had, but anyway. ]
Fortunately, we receive plenty of legitimate requests so that we don't need to lower ourselves to such things. Which isn't to say that such scam artists do not exist, but it behooves our.. community to ensure that they are dealt with.
Bad publicity spoils the whole industry, you know.
[Sure sounds more like a gangster than any kind of priest, doesn't it. Exactly the sort of human who rules with power. Matoba, who as part of his skillset was excellent at reading reactions, senses the aggravation on the other side. He struck a nerve there somewhere; now he just needs to keep picking at it.]
How fortunate we are, I suppose, that most of your kind are so slow to adapt to the innovations of man, [Sarcastically.] But if you are the sort that seeks to protect humans, I am sure we will have no problems at all. Did you manage to learn such things here in the resort, or had you already begun to adapt to the world of man?
[ He only wishes to poke and prod as the other man does, but his lips still twist into a dissatisfied frown. ]
I wouldn't know. [ All he knows are scientists and theory conspiracists; those that work directly with the innerworkings of the Gods. Maybe they considered working with specialists, but how could they ever know?
It only takes a glance for them to stop. ]
No comment. [ About protecting humans, or the fact that his kin aren't well-adapted. ] I've had a body for a couple years by now, but it's only here that I've bothered with sex -- was never a priority. But are you saying that you're more familiar with perverts?
It was the only solution -- he was in pain, he would react violently, begging and pleading until Obikawa finally sunk his teeth in. Producing a replica wasn't difficult as it was passed among the God's like candy, their kin becoming addicted and sluggish until their bliss sealed them in the belly of a beast. He had to protect Vollof from that, but he also had to satisfy the withdraws; bite, swallow, hold.
What else could he have done? What path could he have taken then this one?
Endless scenarios he doesn't wish to imagine, because the loneliness that comes would ruin him. ]
Yeah. [ Because if he didn't kill him, Alula would have. That's his excuse. ] Besides... even if he's gone, he's still with me.
[ In his stomach, so close to his heart it hurts in knowing that he can't hear his voice again. ]
But I think -- there's another friend of mine... he says he's got anxiety. Panics a lot. Can't sleep. [ Obikawa is taken just before he eats his fingers, but there's also... that! ] How do people not get dependent on that crap?
While he doesn't know the vore lore, isn't it a nice thought? To still carry a piece of a precious person inside you, and not just the emptiness of their absence. But so often, the latter is louder—so much more present, encroaching outward, ready to swallow up what little is left of someone you love into its void.
At least it sounds like this man has someone else to worry about. It's a good distraction. Nehan's tone dips slightly, not exactly warm, but less barbed. A little more natural. ]
Some drugs are safer than others. Sometimes it takes trial and error, and a watchful eye from a doctor who monitors symptoms and manages dosages... [ He trails off briefly. ] But most people in a bad enough state get desperate. Take your friend, for instance. If he hadn't slept in a few days, and he's panicking, wouldn't he grasp at any relief he could?
[ ... ]
Some medication would probably help your friend. But it's rarely a cure, and as with anything, it can be difficult to manage alone.
Mm... Yeah, I've had a bunch of doctors who'd manage what they could take from me before. Always talking about trial this, trial that, I didn't know it was that difficult. [ Which may give off the impression that he's either ignorant or naïve, but anyone could guess that he's not familiar by his relaxed tone. ] But I dunno what to do, if he does somethin' like that...
Maybe if I just paralyze him and force him to rest, he'll stop being such a headache! He's not even here and I'm thinking of him, don't you think that's annoying? Especially when I'm supposed to be playing with dildos and whatever.
[ The way he talks about this—it is strange. Familiar with the subject, but flippant. This man is clearly around drugs plenty, maybe even—administers them? Yet he asks basic questions, too.
He sighs, smoothing his tone back over to something more impassive. ]
What are you, some sort of test subject...
[ He straightens up, back cracking lightly. ]
Anyway, it just sounds like you're attached. It happens. [ Sometimes people occupy your thoughts, no matter what you do. Dryly, ] Maybe you're in love.
Hm, huuuuuuuuuuuh... [ Well, he's managed to fool enough people that he was human despite struggling to fill a resume. It wouldn't hurt to be just a bit honest. ] Something like that. No better test subject than a man in his late twenties who doesn't smoke and eats well, right?
[ And to his suggestion -- ]
Nah! I'm pretty sure eggs are the only thing I love.
[ That sounds like a typical lab rat of a person. A man in his late twenties, who eats well, and loves— ]
...Eggs...
[ He repeats with a little disbelief. There's a pause, more bracing than before, before he sighs. ]
Well, whatever you're out here feeling, it's not so bad to have someone you miss. Why don't you just tell him you're worried about his condition? You won't be able to help what he's feeling unless he feels he can share the root cause of the problem.
[ That's the key with any diagnosis—not just managing the symptoms, but figuring out what's wrong. Also, it's how to be a... friend. It's what he'd want, if he were sick. It's what anyone would want, he thinks. ]
What he says is rational -- something a friend would do, but could Obikawa confidently claim himself anything but another contributor to Tokinaga's trauma? It brings him to pause in thought, the tight pain in his chest from when he last saw him months ago a familiar ache. ]
[ Maybe he wanted to see it. But it wouldn't be a smart decision considering Obikawa has spoken about eating this man in particular more than once... anyway!! ]
... Hey. [ His voice dips, the glint in his eyes disappearing while the tips of his ears and cheeks remain flushed pink. ] How many people do you know can just change what they got? I can change more than just my dick, too!
[ And he's too drunk to realize that a demonstration isn't necessary, but in a blink of an eye he shifts. Aak may not be able to see it, but he'll definitely hear it as the deeper, more refined voice comes from the other side of the wall: ] And it gets better when I learn. So if you show it to me, I can copy it. Easy peasy.
[Plenty of things could be explained with science, arts, or magic! His access to Rhodes Island medical files meant he could get a pretty good overview of people's abilities unless they were behind high clearance. It's true, though, that outright changing was pretty impossible in his mind.]
[So there had to be a trick to it, right?]
So, you could copy a guy in one of these videos? How much do you gotta see exactly?
[Aak sits up in his seat, eager to play around with the idea. Of course, with the stranger on the other side of the partition, he can't he certain the transformation is 100% complete. He's just not quite ready to abuse the Lust buttons to go look.]
[ The trick is that Obikawa has to eat the person to get it perfect. Creating a carbon copy from the source was much easier, especially in this scenario — he can’t exactly analyze how an alien dick works by watching porn.
But he’s definitely not going to admit to not being able to do something. ]
It should be fine… if I watch him cum. [ A pause. ] Are you a fox or a bear?
[That is certainly a trick. If Aak ever learns it, he'll be grateful he didn't lead with "can you copy me?"]
That's what makes it fine? [Aak is skeptical but it's enough for him to hit the play button on the latest movie he tabbed over. This one was called "District Fine" and involved some sort of segregated alien section of the planet. It apparently has a deeper message but they do still manage to fit in thirty minutes of sex scenes with the insectoid underclass aliens.]
[they can still chat through the introductory worldbuilding, though,]
Feline. [a beat] Why were those your first two options?
[ There's just so much bad porn in this place. It's hilarious.
But Obikawa sinks into the plush couch, the tips of his ears tingling as the music begins to play. The aliens are still painted with obnoxious colors but there's at least the interesting enough story -- plus they don't have very obvious human dicks. ]
You act like a fox, but I'd imagine you'd look like a bear... either way not entirely human. But I know I could definitely beat you either way as a snake.
[Aak still fidgets, lighting dragging his fingers over the remote's buttons while he listens. He didn't need to actually change settings now he just needed something extra while he's trapped in a room like this. It was usually fiddling with the Watch but for one stupid activity they decided to make it a deadweight accessory.]
Isn't that prejudiced thinking? [He's come far enough to not correct anyone with "Vulpo" or "Ursus" since he knows what they mean. The stereotypes might not even be the same between worlds. He can't know which one he's agreeing with until he knows that, really.]
I'd say I'm human but you're not the first person to think I'm not.
[and it helped to not immediately compare him with a pet]
But who says we'd fight? We're getting along great, aren't we?
Is it? [ His tone indicates that it's a genuine question, peaking on interest. ] Hm, well I guess it's because I'm getting the feeling that you're wanting to see if I'm true to my word to benefit you! 'Cause you specifically want not-incredibly-human-like-dick.
[ His eyes glaze over the screen, watching as the once casual scene turns sexual. He's actually more shocked that the dialogue is that bad. ]
But that's not a bad thing... so yeah. Plus it'd be interesting -- I never thought of making my dick do tricks.
[Aak can't help but start laughing- not at the bad porn dialogue but at getting accused of craving some inhuman dick.]
Well, what's the point of changing stuff if you don't play around with it? It doesn't have to be like that one,
[he gestures with the remote, even though it's a completely unseen gesture. On screen, the alien dick seems to have at least passed a basic level of weirdness. It gets hard, lengthening into three separate segments with the segment closest to the tip covered in tiny tentacles.]
just the idea you can change it at is interesting! And maybe I do wanna watch it do some tricks... but it's not like I can make you do anything you don't wanna.
[Would he try to manipulate the situation to create an environment where Mr. "As a Snake" wants to? Probably. But that doesn't count because then he wants to.]
[ While it's done in silence, Obikawa compares the transformation to an eldritch beast. It's a bit too familiar of previous companions that have fallen somewhere between the sea and the land of humans, but does not spark any emotion; it's all curiosity, to think of what that singular being would have done if they were put in the situation where their tentacle dick would be put to good use.
(Good being objective.)
A ball forms in his throat, embarrassment flushed across the back of his neck as he admits: ] I'm curious. [ And just as quickly does he clear his throat, regaining his mellow tone. ] It'd be fun, yeah -- 'cause it's different. And I might as well be as adventurous as I can, considering it's encouraged.
[Since they were being pretty chatty, Aak is fine to let a few moments of silent thought elapse. No one he'd talked to had actually gotten so shitfaced on Mating Season wine that they passed out. That would be funny but only in an abstract sense. It'd be pretty boring, he thinks, to be the one on the other side.]
Is that so? [he grins when the pause is broken and his stranger admits their curiosity]
I haven't found another person here who has one just like mine. So, by everyone else's standards it's not normal.
[Things got a little weird when your entire population was made of people with animalistic features. He remembers looking at medical diagrams in his dad's books and after the basic stuff there were the slim handful of pages that detailed species-specific genitalia. He remembers looking before he had ever officially started studying physiology and how delighted his pubescent self was to have so many interesting things to look at. It was a simpler time.]
Some people get real grouchy if you open with, "wanna see my dick?"
[While Aak would say he didn't care that much about finding someone with his own anatomy, he is curious. Really, it just seemed efficient, getting to see this guy's ability to copy and possibly finding an outlet to test some things about how it felt on either side.]
[After all, if the guy was curious, if he wanted to play with the multitude of things the house provided, he could probably coax him into some things.]
You said you needed to see the person cum, right? That's a fair trade for getting to see it, right?
How does that make any sense, considering where we are?
[ Considering the fact that Obikawa is willing to shift his body into something new -- if anyone were to be upset with exposing themselves, it should definitely be him? Especially with all the thought and consideration that goes into something as complicated as an alien dick. ]
You could just admit that you gotta watch porn before you get hard.
Who said I gotta? [He also can't get any sort of judgment regarding porn. He'd run into a few people here that, despite settling in to a sex resort for perverts, still seemed to think getting off solo or the old fashioned way was somehow weird. Aak can appreciate porn, or a dick pic, or just jerkin' it, but...]
I'm just saying if you wanna see my dick then I want ya' to get me off.
[If there's a person right across a wall from him he's not gonna not try something.]
[ There's a moment of pause from the other side of the wall as Obikawa is only slightly confused. Time at the casino has left him well-adjusted to nearly every interaction being transactional, always beneficial to do something in order to participate in the game. ]
That's all? I don't mind... people have said that my blowjobs feel pretty good.
Yea, yea, got it, remind me to save the quips for sober guys...
[He's making the judgement to just be direct with this guy from now on. Either way, he'll leisurely pull himself up from the couch and brush himself off from any snack dust that may have settled. He does pause to look up at the screen and see where the plot was at. He can't tell if this is supposed to be authoritarian violence to an alien underclass or an uprising in the making. Once all the dicks and pussies were out it all kinda looked the same.]
Remember you gotta hit your button too. [he's not taking chances, he'll remind the guy before pressing his big, green LUST button]
[ The alcohol hasn't settled enough, but his body has definitely become lax enough that when Obikawa initially stands his head feels light enough that he needs to grip the table. Holding himself steady for a brief moment as he catches up with the rest of the world, straightening out his back every so slowly to keep himself from slamming face first into the carpet.
Whatever is left on the screen is just noise, hardly relevant, as he makes his way over to press the LUST button. His hand remains there as the partition rises, lips curled into a grin once their faces become present. ] I'm coherent enough not to mess this up at least! Ain'tcha lucky.
[The partition rises. From's Aak's perspective this guy looks normal. Was that purposeful? If someone could change their body he assumes they'd generally hang out in whatever form was most comfortable. Or that it was one of the limits he had and that one was convenient enough.]
What do you think? [he holds out an arm, his tail curling demonstratively.]
Not a bear or a fo- what d'you mean? Don't talk about messing up at a time like this!
[The cutesy introduction is cut short by a Feline who suddenly doesn't feel very lucky. Good at this but could mess it up... was he going to have his first time actually concerned someone would screw up majorly down there? It was amazing it took that long for it to happen, really.]
[ It's only in Obikawa's blood to mess up a potential meet-cute. ]
Mm... hm. Yeah. I'm just glad to see that you don't have any feathers, really. [ He places the glass he had in his hands on the table across from him, slowly moving to stand up on his feet. ] You ever been held down by one of those? The talons on them are really annoying.
[ He comes closer, his steps calculated and slow. It's all to keep him upright and from falling headfirst in the carpet, but his expression is evident of interest. ] They hook and sink in. I hate those types the most. But you're not like that at all. [ He shows no sense of reservation as he reaches out to grab the arm that was left outstretched, touching the base of the Feline's forearm with a smile. He taps his index finger against fur, a sensation that's not unfamiliar to him. ]
[ Some might describe an experience as being fucked to death... but Ish really was going through it. ]
I'm serious! I nearly got wine all over the carpet. [ He makes no attempt of sounding genuine, but he also doesn't want to make it sound like he's not down to fuck? Like he might as well? He's already experienced what it's like when he doesn't. ]
And nothing will happen as long as you don't press yours. So unless you wanna keep talking just don't press it.
[ it's true. no one's rly a virgin because life has fucked them over several times or something like that.
she hums in deep thought, narrowing her eyes at the button as if it's beckoning her to, before she gives up and presses it too. ]
Honestly, I'm getting tired of talking to people behind a damn wall. I hear some people are into the whole anonymity thing, but they can just not give out their names, you know?
[ the partition rolls up, revealing a woman with absurdly long hair, freckles, and an oversized shirt; when she raises her hand to wave, the sleeve rolls down to reveal her club suit tattoo covering up her whole arm. ]
[ Why is this happening — better yet, why is he confused? It’s obvious this human has taken a liking to his voice, dandy and flirtatious, and now she’s curious about his face! Yeah. That makes sense. He’s just so charming. ]
You’re probably just the type that has an easier time remembering face, huh?
[ He can’t relate.
But once the wall descends and they’re both revealed to one another, Obikawa quirks a brow of subtle interest. ] You’re a lot smaller than I thought you’d be! Wow! And your hair is long!
[ she does not have a voice kink, unfortunately. she returns his quirk of a brow with a slight frown. ]
Yeah, well. Most of my height went to my hair, I guess.
[ she's actually pretty tall compared to most girls here??? her average white woman height... but it's no skin off her nose, so she just shrugs that off and gestures to some more unopened drinks sitting nearby. ]
[ He lifts from the couch, silver goblet in hand as he approaches he pod. And listen, when you're six feet anyone bellow five-eleven is small.
Without hesitating he grabs an untouched wine bottle, settling beside her as he pops it open with a mirthful grin. One hand gripping the neck lightly as he pours himself a drink, only looking for her own cup once he's taken a sip. ]
To be fair I don't think we're supposed to finish it all. That'd just be insane. [ But who knows? Maybe there's someone here who can just go through liquor like water. ] Buuuuut... I don't think we exchanged names! I'm Obikawa Kiyoshi, ever heard of a name so cool?
I was just exaggerating. But it's either that or we try out... those?
[ gesturing not-so-discreetly at the chest full of toys. she wouldn't be opposed to it, but after trying out bad dragon dildos with a complete stranger not too long ago, she's not really in the mood for those unless the guy's really good at convincing her. or when she's Drunk drunk. ]
But... yeah. sure. It's a cool name, I guess. [ an uncaring shrug. ] Where'd you get that from?
[ Obikawa doesn't bother looking at the collection of toys a short distance away. He's not particularly interested in them, maybe due to being unfamiliar, and instead he flips his hand over. Ring and middle finger curling towards his palm. ]
This is better, I promise. [ He takes another drink of his wine. ]
[ She's so cute. He has to restrain himself from reaching out to cradle her cheeks in the palm of his hands, interested in feeling her skin grow hot under his touch. ]
Haha, what makes you think that? [ He doesn't touch her, but he does lean closer. The corners of his mouth pulled into a warm smile. ] I grew up in the middle of the ocean without any parents, just taken care of by a total stranger with a few others.
[ oh thank god he didn't have a figaro moment there. she inwardly exhales in relief, but outwardly leans back a little from him. personal space, dude... ]
Really? Sorry, I just assumed that you'd also killed some people, and...
[ rapidly shakes her head. anyway! ]
You also came from the ocean, huh. I lived near the sea too, but fortunate enough to have parents, I guess. [ shrugs. for someone who's thankful, she sure sounds disinterested by it. ]
Why is that your first assumption? [ He then tilts his goblet towards her, just a small sip of wine left untouched. ] Here. Drink a little, you got yourself all riled up thinking I'm some serial killer who just takes peoples names...
I'm just used to meeting people like that, is all.
[ not serial killers per se, but most Fixers in the City have killed for less. including herself here. she leans forward, takes... more than a sip of her wine because she's suddenly thirsty, and lies back down again. ]
And... yes, kind of. I used to live on an artificial island called a portship, all made of steel and metal. But nowadays I've been traveling from one District to another for my work.
Hm. [ As she speaks his eyes travel south, from her face and to her chest, his attention being dragged away from the conversation completely undisguised. ] Mhm.
[ Though he does at least nod -- if anything, her living conditions remind him of the oil rig that he and his kin destroyed. ]
And would you say that your an ass or boob kinda person?
[ she's got schrodinger's boobs because it's kind of hard to tell if they're big or not if she's clothed, but wait till he sees what's under her shirt--
but hello?????? eyes up here, bro. ]
Uh, boobs, maybe? I don't think I care that much for asses...
[ whoa, he's so upfront about it. normally anyone sane would be offended at that, but ishmael does appreciate frankness in a person even if it's something perverted. and since they're already here: ]
Y-Yeah, sure. Why not?
[ she still sounds slightly shook about it though. but she does relent by leaning in, and he'll instantly find out that she's not wearing anything underneath once he gets right to it. ]
[ Obikawa leans over just slightly to place his wine on the table, as if expecting a positive answer before Ishmael has the chance to speak.
And it's the subtle stutter that lures him in excitedly -- more than the fact that she had practically just agreed to letting him fondle her. ]
I'll be gentle, don't worry. [ His dandy tone may give off the impression that he isn't being completely honest, but fortunately Obikawa intends to keep his word. Gently. He brings both hands to the underside of Ishmael's chest, fingers following the curve of her breasts. ] Do you not wear a bra? [ He chuckles before lightly squeezing the flesh against his palms.
I was gonna have him say that's hot but thought of Paris Hilton and how I saw her last year. So I won't. ]
[ don't let paris hilton hold you back from saying your truth?????
she makes a small sound from the back of her throat, brows slightly knitted together as she stares down at his hand covering her breast. it's going to take more than a mere grope to make her act up, but it shouldn't be too hard to achieve with a little friction of fabric here and there. ]
...Just thought that we're all here today for one thing, anyway.
[ Said casually, but he sounds a hint flirtatious. His hands still exploring the shape of her chest, guiding his fingers along the fabric of her shirt. He only stops, briefly, to ask: ] Can I take your shirt off? [ He's at least considerate enough to ask!!! ]
[ wow, he sure is nice for a guy who said he was tempted to tear into the person he'd initially fucked here. kinda cute, tbh. first impressions really don't have much merit to them, do they.....
this tit massage feels nice, though. she was just thinking how it'd feel like if the fabric wasn't in the way, tbh. so when he asked, it's as if he'd read her mind. ]
Mm, go ahead.
[ if he thinks this is hot, wait till he sees what's underneath her shirt. there's a lot going on down there -- from her sizeable breasts (thanks official art), to the myriad of freckles that dot along her collarbone and down towards her cleavage, to at least one stray mole on her underboob, to her heavily-inked arms that bear an intricate clover pattern snaking further down to her wrists.
there's a reason why she prefers to keep herself covered up, but she'll try to be chill about it. just don't point out how red her face is becoming, ty. ]
[ His fingers make quick work to unbutton her blouse, starting at the base of her neck and descending down. With every inch of her exposed reveals a map of her body, leaving Obikawa filled with questions -- Was she born with all these intricate freckles? Or were they kisses scattered by the sun on her days by the sea? Does she know the tale of moles left by past lovers?
The tattoos catch him off guard. The most noticeable surprise evident in the way he pauses to look at her arms. One hand ghosting her shoulder and grazing against her skin as he examines the left side, ending at her elbow. ]
You're pretty. [ For a human. And she's the exact opposite of his ideal type, but maybe he truly was just lying at the time.
His hands return to her breasts, the warmth of bare skin against his palms paired with the desire pooling in the pit of his stomach luring him closer. Obikawa leans closer, lips just barely teasing against the sun-kissed freckles of her collarbone. Inhale, exhale, close enough to feel her heart beat against her chest. ]
I wanna swallow you whole.
[ The heat in his voice pitches higher as he encloses his mouth around a bare nipple. Teeth teasing soft flesh as an arm moves to encircle around Ishmael and pull her closer, sucking against skin delicately. Almost carefully. As if restraining himself from taking that leap and actually devouring her. ]
[ she'd bark out a derisive laugh if she ever heard about moles being left by past lovers. as far as she knows, she's single in every other universe out there. she got no time for any of dat when she's trying her best to survive long enough to see another day, after all.
but instead, she squirms under his gaze, her cheeks dusted a cute pink as she looks at anywhere but his face. she can never get used to being called pretty; most people in the City usually favor skills and personality rather than looks, and anyone can give out shallow compliments like being pretty without thinking too much about it. but maybe she's the one thinking too much about that?
she doesn't get to dwell too deeply on that for long, though. heat continues to coil low in her stomach, and she barely has time to brace herself before his hands are on her once more, rough and sure, pulling her flush against him. it's only when her gaze trails back to him when he breathlessly says that, and her blood immediately runs cold.
it's in his eyes. they gave him away, even when his mouth was too busy on her skin to elaborate any further. dark, hungry, but something else, too — something she wasn't ready to name. and it's that slight fear that gets her to writhe more underneath him, breathing shakily into his ear as she curves inwards towards him, her hands digging into his shoulders and leaving crescents on his covered skin as he takes his time in tasting her. she should keep her mouth shut and behave, but her clubs suit really wants her to yap -- ]
Then... get in line.
[ obikawa would be glad to know that he's not the only one who wants a bite out of her, tbh. probably. ]
You've made yourself some fans? [ He asks once his lips unlatch from her skin, canting his head just slightly as he moves to wrap his arms around her waist. He looks to her with curiosity, not expecting an answer as much as he is acknowledging her demeanor -- yeah... she seems like the type people would be interested in seeing pinned.
It only encourages him to do the same.
Obikawa pushes forward, using his weight to pull Ishmael down against the floor. Narrowly dodging the coffee table and at least landing on the plush carpet. ]
I'm not the patient type, so I'm just gonna skip ahead. 'Kay?
[ There's no line if he can't see it! And so Obikawa places his hands on her waist, coaxing her pants to slip down her hips with a sharp tug. ]
[ if i dont yap at least once in a thread i would die
she wouldn't say that they're fans, no. they want to kill her and literally eat her flesh, for one. and she would've yapped about it too if it weren't for obikawa knocking her to the floor instead like ????? what's wrong with doing it on the sofa, wtf
she resists for a hot minute, mostly out of surprise than anything at the speed they're going, but he manages to pull down her pants to reveal more faint freckles and faded scars across her legs, her white cotton panties already soaked despite her nonchalance. it's embarrassing, and ishmael instinctively slings her arm over her eyes. ]
Just... do what you want. [ she wants to get this over with too, tbh. ]
[ He's already fucked on the sofa so it's boring... time to switch it up a bit.
The resistance is met with a hand occupying her breast, fingers spread across and following the curve of her collarbone before he stops at her shoulder. His grasp isn't tight enough to restrain her if she tried to pull away again, but then comes to acceptance -- the embarrassment she attempts to hide as she moves to hide herself from him. It causes something to swell in his heart.
He can never grow tired of causing a human to feel humiliated. ]
Are you sure? I could hurt you. [ Indifferent, however, as the pace he goes is usually just like this: fast, almost jarring and confusing as he latches his body against someone else's for pleasure.
Obikawa follows that, however, with pulling her pants and panties down the length of her thighs. If she said that he can do as he pleases, he's definitely going to indulge? And that starts by folding the lower half of her body forward, her knees now pressed against her chest. ] Lemme get a taste out of you first, though. [ There seems to be some budding enjoyment that rolls off his tongue when he speaks. With her sex present he uses two fingers to spread her completely, exposing her wet cunt to him as he cants his head just slightly to see if she's drawn her arm away from her face. It's only a second's worth of curiosity that's quickly sated whether or not Ishmael does reveal herself before he leans down, tongue poking between his teeth before it lays flat against her folds. Slowly dragging his tongue upward before the tip flicks her clit. ]
[ it's not that she's humiliated, just... a little caught off guard by his eagerness, is all. she's never really had people dying to get into her pants before, literally pawing at her panties in desperation.
yet here he is, his hands finding her hips with startling swiftness, and she can't help the squeak that slips out of her mouth as he curls her legs up for a better view of her cunt. okay, now this is embarrassing, yet she can't help but peek below her arm juuuuust a crack to see what he's doing, and --
her eyes meet his for a second, and she freezes for a moment there. the way he's looking at her with a ravenous glint in his gaze is making heat pool low in her gut, leaving her breathless. then he licks into her, tongue hot and smooth as he laves through her folds, and she tangles her free hand in his hair as she tips her head back with a shaky sigh. is it too late to confess that no one's eaten her out before? probably. her body responds in kind, hips jerking with every ministration he makes.
it'd be so easy to make her come from here but......... u know what she wants ]
[ i hate that she's sitting there like don'tcumyetdon'tcumyetdon'tcumyet
And Obikawa can't help himself from smiling when their eyes meet. Motivating her to the ground and in this position, watching curiously to her getting off on his tongue as he etches her response; nails digging into his scalp, the softness of her voice compared to rutting hips. He kisses her clit, exhaling cool air before he moves to pepper kisses and small bites against her thigh.
Hopefully she's not the type to demand not to leave a mark, because in his wake he leaves red hickeys across her skin before pulling away. ]
I'll try making this quick, okay? [ He's also just flat out fucking lying but who cares! He settles her back down on the carpet, hands working quick to unfasten his belt and pull the zipper of his pants down. Shimming the fabric down to his thighs as reveals his cock; he doesn't hesitate at all, shameless and wanting. Angling himself at her entrance, teasing against her folds with the head of his cock with a sly smile.
One hand holds her hip, the other guides himself to slip inside her. Sinking down into her pussy as he sucks in a low breath, a shiver running down his spine as he pressures his hips against hers slowly. Giving her a chance to breathe as he penetrates her. ]
[ STOP SHE'S BEEN WAITING FOR THIS HER WHOLE LIFE (?)
or at least her body acts like it. the lovebites he's leaving across her inner thighs would've tipped her too far, warmth unfurling from her core and down to her very toes. can't really complain if they'll be hidden from view anyway, and even she can admit that the allure of it is too hot to pass up.
the sound of his belt unbuckling sends another rush of heat through her spine, stomach churning in anticipation as she takes another peek just in time to see his cock, already hot and hard against her entrance. then he's sinking into her, inch by inch, and she can barely swallow a whine as she manages to take all of him in slowly, too distracted to notice the sly look on his face.
...too slow. ]
Q-Quick, my ass.
[ oh, how she hated how broken and wanton her voice sounded just now. but she's desperate and wanting and maybe she wants to get wrecked by his cock already, idk. ]
The look on her face, the shift in tone, as Obikawa overwhelms Ishmael's body causes his chest to swell. An unfamiliar sense of pride rushing through his veins, blood running hot as he encourages her hips to shift higher. Nearly folding her in half as he leans forward with a smile full of mirth; hips flushed against her ass as he fully sheathes himself inside of her.
His arms anchor him in place, his muscles growing tense as the warmth of her pussy sends an unexpecting shiver down his spine. ]
How greedy. [ How human. To just take and take, wanting more than she should. But who was he to deny her request? Especially when the sound she just made was so delectable; a plea to be just a hint more vicious. ] Then don't hide your face from me.
[ And so he pulls his hips back before pushing the full length of his cock inside. Care cast aside as he begins to fuck into her, slick wet walls tight around around him. The slap of skin meeting skin growing obscene and only turning him on even more. Harder. Deeper. A malicious part of him wanting Ishmael to hurt. ]
the first real thrust steals the breath from her lungs, drawing out a moan from her throat that she's tried (and failed) to swallow down. she's no longer hiding her face from him now, but she bits her lip to smother any other noise, her hands reaching for anything she can hold on to as obikawa continues to pound her into the floor with hard, relentless strokes. his grip on her is bordering on bruising, fingers digging into her skin like he has to anchor himself on her or else he'll lose his mind.
maybe he already has. that would lowkey terrify her if it weren't the fact that it feels good anyway, despite the roughness. her arms finally sling around obikawa's shoulders, fingers raking down his back as her mind begins to fog over with every thrust. ]
Please... I can't--
[ take it anymore, yet she continues to do so over and over, the pleasure within her core curling so tightly that she can hardly stand it. ]
[ And shouldn't he lose his mind? To this madness... Except this isn't a dark romance novel where he shoves her head into a pool of sharks so he's actually not losing his shit. That's for a later thread.
Instead he focuses on her; the heated core that the head of his cock pushes against relentlessly with each thrust. A primal urge being satisfied as he pushes her body to be folded in half, a position so defenseless yet open to take all of him. It makes for his chest to grow tight as he realizes that she's already just moments from spilling over. The urge to snap and unhinge his jaw to fit her perfectly inside her mouth rising - a threat that he can at least push aside.
Obikawa keeps his hands against the back of her knees, pushing her into the carpet again and again until his cock throbs and aches. Ensuring that he's at least made himself warm and wet inside of her before pulling out, his cum spilling out from the head of his cock and onto her stomach.
And her face.
And her hair. ]
Oh. [ oop ] Maybe I should've just finished inside.
if he doesn't breed her in their next smut thread i swear
[ it could be a dark romance novel if we really wanted it to be... vore and all.............
but alas, they aren't living in that fantasy. ishmael's mind is gone, replaced with nothing but the overwhelming heat of him, the sharp slap of skin against skin, the way his cock pummels that one devastating spot within her with precision. she whines with every thrust, pushing her hips against him with every push and pull of his cock, trying to meet his thrust with desperation as she begins to veer over the edge --
but it never comes. he's the one coming instead, painting her with white ribbons from her navel and up to her head and stomach. she barely has a second to process the sudden unbearable emptiness within her, her core aching from being denied from orgasming, and she groans as she shifts underneath him. what the fuck, he didn't even let her finish...... ]
...Fuck.
[ she flings her arm over her eyes again, slick chest heaving from it all. it's nice of him to pull out, but she can't help but agree with him. he really should've finished within her so that she'll know what it feels like to be filled and be whole for once. ]
[ It's a literal blessing that they're not on the topic of idolization and worship, because Obikawa might have taken actual offense. Like hello? Hiyori is just a boy -- but he's also funny and ambitious, so it wouldn't take long for him to shrug it off. ]
And it's on Valentine's? [ Not that he has any plans: eat chocolate and maybe spend some time at the library, if he doesn't find himself distracted at the arcade. ] Hopefully nothing too weird goes on this month. Hate if your performance had to be adjusted 'cause someone turned into a monster, or maybe just a giant statue of chocolate...
[... Obikawa has a point, though. And some of the possibilities he suggests have Hiyori's nose wrinkling. Ugh.]
We just dealt with monsters! And that would be completely the wrong holiday.
[But he slumps a little as he admits:]
We will have to postpone if things get too hectic, though. I know last year everyone got paired off in fake "marriages" and forced into wedding suites.
[Including him. That was how he woke up here, which means it's been almost a full year for him. Double ugh.]
I don't really celebrate, I've got no clue how they could ruin a couple days of our life here. Maybe spike some chocolate? Shower us in aphrodisiac roses?
[ That'd be too simple... Instead they get ugly babies. ]
What? Are you serious? [ He raises his voice -- not anger, but something akin to envy, whining. ] Why wasn't I here for that? I'd deserve it after having my honeymoon completely fucked over!
Both of those sound alarmingly possible! But let's try not to jinx it, shall we?
[He has a feeling it'll be worse than both of those ideas, now that he thinks of it. Aren't they due for another one of those "games" by now? Though then again, they did let the other winter holidays pass by normally, save for the room mix-ups... But no, Valentine's Day is a couple's holiday. Plus they celebrated it last year! Triple ugh.
At least Obikawa's reaction to the fake marriage thing serves as a distraction.]
You missed out on your honeymoon?
[Excuse his disbelief. He barely knows this guy, but Mr. Janitor sure didn't strike him as a married man!]
Does that mean your spouse is here with you? If so, how's that been working out?
It wasn't like your traditional honeymoon. [ No one would ever consider a man kidnapping a woman after impersonating as her dead fiancé and locking her in his home as a honeymoon. ] She's not here and we're totally going to have an annulment. So I'm still living that bachelor life.
[ He can't help himself but laugh. It's cruel, it's disgusting -- he's robbed that poor woman of everything, but he's at least somewhat aware that she plans to do the same. ]
Any kind of committed relationship here would be pretty rough, I'd imagine.
You never made it to your honeymoon, but you were already planning to get an annulment? [A pause. And then he chirps:] Commoners are so fascinating. You all have such colorful lifestyles! ♪
[He'll just assume this wasn't a serious relationship and spare himself the headache of thinking too hard about it. Ah, but speaking of serious relationships...]
Yep!
[His voice is a chirp again, but it comes out sounding forced this time.]
You could say that, alright. But there's no going back for me, I'm afraid, since now we have a "red string" that binds us.
That's just how the way life goes. [ Sometimes the woman you kidnap is not the love of your life. Not even if there's a voice lingering in the back of your head that argues that she is. ]
Oh... huh... [ Obikawa doesn't sound disappointed as much as he does confused, the audible wonder leaving his mouth with a short quip of his head. ] So you can only mess around with the person you bonded with? I swear I've seen this before in something I've read.
[Surely Hua Cheng would have warned them if attaching the string came with some stipulation like that. ... Surely.
But as for how the whole monogamy-within-a-sex-resort is going for them, well...]
I guess it's going the same as ever. I used to worry we'd be punished, or that the House would try tearing us apart, but it doesn't seem that's happening. Just the other week, I spoke to someone who said he and his partner started sleeping with others just so the House wouldn't get mad, but his partner disappeared and turned into a statue anyway. Doing what they want doesn't seem to protect you at all.
[... is that really true, though?
He remembers Jin Mingming and J telling him the opposite, and his stomach knots with uncertainty.]
[ Not a confused or analytical sound, but one of impassive interest. Not that Obikawa has someone here that he would want to make a committed partner, but there is something oddly fascinating about this ordeal. ]
Well you can't blame them for trying. The House has a temper and we can't seem to quell it despite being compliant, it's like we're having to entertain a god that's conquered and claimed everything within physical reach. How unfortunate...
But there's a thousand ways to keep a lover close.
... no, [he agrees after a minute.] It'd be heartless to blame anyone for trying to keep themselves safe.
[Themselves and their loved ones. It's something he understands acutely now. Just because other relationships here are open doesn't make them lesser. It's odd to think about, but letting your partner sleep with others can also be a form of "love" in this place. Sort of like the adage "If you love someone, let them go."
But it's not the decision he and Jun made. And he's done talking about his woes!]
Are you speaking from experience? Pardon me for saying so, but you don't seem like someone who'd have much luck with love. I guess there's a lid for every pot, but you're sort of an odd duck, aren't you?
[ That's such a human response. Obikawa let's out a soft chuckle, nothing condescending but instead as if something just dawned on him -- he's surrounded by humans and their complicated affairs, forced to be added into the mix.
How dangerous. ]
I'll have you know that I was pretty close to being a dad.
[ It's more like... "humans stole my tail in a fight and used the genes to start experiments" which, considering how normal Hiyori is, is probably the worst alternative. ]
Oh no they were going to be an abomination. So I ate them.
A zombie? [ He belts out a fit of laughter, boisterous despite the atmosphere of the conversation. ] Maybe more like a hamster.
[ A terrible conversation. Not a wrong one, but still terrible -- Obikawa aimed to retrieve the genes being exploited by the humans excited to potentially find a way to destroy his kin. ]
But now you get why the honeymoon was kinda cancelled.
[Hiyori has never had a hamster, but he's pretty sure those are cuter than this guy. This guy is more snakelike!]
That's what people often do on their honeymoons! "I'm going to eat your right up~♪" ... that's what they say, except they mean it as a metaphor! But you were just being metaphorical, too, weren't you?
[ He'd be charmed and slightly offended if he could read minds. ]
No. I'm being one hundred percent honest right now. [ Though his tone sounds a bit indifferent... so maybe he's bullshitting?! ] I ate them so I could recover my genes and then tried retrieving my tail some scientists had stolen from me.
[He sighs a bit, sounding unimpressed. But being paired with a weird fibber is better than being matched with someone who's actually dangerous, at any rate.]
You don't need to fib just to fit in with all the supernatural beings around here. Even as an ordinary janitor, you should be able to attract someone. People here are desperate, after all. And for all you know, they might just find the normalcy refreshing. I know I wish I could get a break from the extraordinary sometimes. To spend a day drinking tea, eating delicious food, and talking about mundane things like hobbies and work schedules.
[To be fair, he already does half that stuff. But he means doing it without having to worry about the House's next "game" or about turning into statues.]
when a person goes back home, a statue of them appears in the resort. when that person returns here, the statue disappears, even if they're not the same person.
this place can pull people from different points on their timeline. if it sent you back home, then kidnapped another version of you from earlier in your life, you wouldn't remember shit from this place. it'd be another person.
[he doesn't care if he pisses him off; so long as it makes sense.]
different world, different "god" bullshit.
everyone here's from a point on their world's timeline. each world's timeline is "paused" for them alone. when you go back home, you'll wake up the exact second you left with no memory of this place. like it never happened.
this damn bird can do that for hell knows how many people.
[and if it can do that, whose to say what it can and can't do otherwise?
and yes, bakugo intends to BEAT THIS FUCKING THING!!]
[ He's willing to switch it up -- Obikawa understands that some people prefer the cuteness and expected loyalty of a dog rather than the cunning deception of a snake. It's only unfortunate for whoever actually falls for it... but Rin's smart. ]
i can learn plenty of tricks i've still got my youth and lots of stamina we can play around until one of us breaks, at least
well i'm willing to try anything once if you wanted to try something out and no one else was willing you could come to me! don't even gotta ask lol i'll just roll with it but you'd also have to indulge me a little
Are you serious? Do you think I'm stupid? I may not have hard evidence, but you aren't exactly subtle.
[She's also BIG NOSY, so she read his profile. Tohsaka is certainly making a big leap, and he's free to deny it. However she's also the woman who has her own conspiracy board about the resort.]
I mean, you wouldn't be the first non-human I've met. Or slept with, even.
i don't think you're stupid i think you're pretty and a little overzealous to the point that you might be putting yourself in risky situations, but who am i to care about all that??
well, this is still a human body that you've slept with let me just make that clear genetically everything else miiiiiiight be a mess but those technicalities are for you to determine with that ever so dangerous curiosity of yours
[This body is human. With that tongue of his? Hah! Though he does clarify, hm. Interesting. What Rin doesn't have the omnipotence to know is that her body also becomes a vessel for a pair of goddesses in another lifetime.]
I was only asking because I was curious about trying something, but if your body is human as far as its fragility is concerned... Perhaps I'll ask someone else.
I'm a mage. By some standards we aren't considered humans in my world. Curiosity and the pursuit of knowledge is what defines us, so I'd be a pretty terrible heir to my family if I didn't have all that. So that's what attracts you, then? Risky behavior?
LIKE HELL IT'S COMMON! I only tried it once when I first got here!
[And she found it incredibly hot but never got the chance to try again because she's too afraid of hurting someone on accident. So she thought she'd ask a nonhuman... for safety reasons.]
and that wasn’t even my line i was gonna say that if you wanted to do that kind of stuff then you can’t try to steal any of my body parts i’d just kill you
by the way if you manage to make me pass out or something while you’re trying to choke me and i start talking in a bumpkin accent just run like really fast
1. Your body is human but you didn't deny not being human when I made my assumption 2. Either the original owner of the human body died when you took over or they're lingering in the "backseat" 3. If the scenario is more the latter than the former, then losing consciousness could possibly weaken your hold on control of the body
Yet you're the one that wants to leave a mess on my face, right? You'd probably even like to get some of it in the hair I take so much time to make perfect.
you tug at my hair and don’t think i’m qualified???
[ he’s actually so prideful of his hair and how he maintains himself… yes he’s upset she’d assume he’s not good enough. let’s not talk about the god egoism. ]
[ rin going fuuta to apologize and then they both realize that they’re being haunted by the worst possible person in this hell of a casino is soooo funny ]
even if i explain it to you you’re the type that’d deny it and call me an idiot or something
oh that wouldn't bore me contrary to my boyish charms and goofy personality i loooooooooooove history!! the romance of the three kingdoms is a fave of mine
nope i don't think so other than seeing gods sometimes i'm pretty much normal
The tale begins, as most do, many millenia ago in a land known as Teyvat. It was originally a land of dragons, led by Nibelung himself. For a long while, they lived in peace and prosperity.
Then the Usurpers descended, waging war against the dragons in an attempt to claim the land and powers of Teyvat for themselves. Despite the best efforts of the original inhabitants of Teyvat, the dragons were driven out or brutally slaughtered.
( a pause here for dramatic effect. are you still with him, buddy? )
Could you not say the same about humankind? While I cannot say that all dragons are wholly blameless, humans are not free of fault themselves. Should they not also receive their fair share of time as villains?
oh no definitely but we were talking about dragons at the time buuuuut humans are selfish and overzealous, they think they can just take from everything and everyone this is why there’s so many stories of gods that hate mankind, too
[ It's a natural response in the perspective of someone who has that power; Obikawa has never been hesitant to kill, but he has shown restraint. Patient, as any other prey would when it uses the ability to disguise itself around it's environment before striking. Having held out for over a year once the humans had stolen his tail, the humiliation coating every bone in his ribcage with fire. Had he just an ounce more power their heads would be pierced by his fangs, bodies coiled and squeezed until they had suffocated their way down his stomach.
When collective stares and scowls turn to look at them both they're met with impassiveness as Makoto grabs a hold on his arm. A small cant of his head as his eyes narrow, the void behind them growing deeper, his pupils beginning to shift with a single blink of his eye. They could separate from the fight, but they'd only be offering a culling to a God all too prepared to kill.
And that's his third strike. As if it wasn't obvious that there something always off about the man that claimed himself to be a simple janitor -- it's only ever easier to hide when he has an objective, after all.
He blinks again, the instinct to kill vanishing as every word from Makoto lulls him back. He looks to him with curved brows, almost disappointed, paired with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ] Is that what you want? [ He asks, just to be sure -- but there's certainty from the demon's expression that makes the answer all too obvious. Breathing out a sigh he decides to turn to leave, arm draped across smaller shoulders as he drags them away.
Temptation wanes, thinning into nothingness as Obikawa forces himself to remain obedient. He would have killed if given the permission, but without it he humbly obeys. ] Then let's go clean up your face. You look awwwwwwwfuuuuuuuul, I barely even recognized you! You gotta stay out of places like this, stupid.
( ooc: i am so very very sorry it took me so long to get to this one! )
(no.
but he answers, ) Yes, ( instead keeping the thoughts of brutal, bloody revenge on those who would call him out for his “toothless” affinity for violence, put him underneath the harsh spotlight of scrutiny, and then punish him for it. he hadn’t needed this lesson. he’s aware he doesn’t fit the picture for a certain archetype of rough-and-tumble villain. but that’s not to say that he’s squeamish about all the terrible things one human being can do to another; in fact, he’d say he’s far more infatuated with their concepts than anyone rightly should be, and it’s for the benefit of everyone else around him that he does his best to keep that fact well to himself.
the fire and vinegar that fills him in the moment that he stands up for himself or tries to make another regret how they’d treated him can be exciting and bolstering in the moment, but the consequences have often been so great that he’s learned to second guess himself. sometimes he ends up angry enough that he just doesn’t get to that point, but… here and now, with the injury to his body combined with the injury to his pride, makoto simply wants to retreat and attempt to move on from this.
the arm slung across his shoulder is heavy as obikawa leans onto him, and it elicits a wave of aches and pains from his bruised body, but he finds that he doesn’t so much mind it. the chumminess, the closeness… he is happy to accept that after the violence, grumbling a noncommittal sound as the older man points out the injuries they’d need to attend to on his face. )
…It’s that bad, huh? ( he lifts one hand to his swollen and bleeding lip, frowning. is it going to look worse than how he feels, or does he feel worse than he looks? he feels pretty damn bad.
he shoots obikawa a look. ) I didn’t think they’d have such an issue with me just watching…( he grumbles as they make their way up the stairs and out of the basement, back towards the rest of the recreation wing. )
It's really bad. [ He repeats, and yet his tone remains chipper; poised, almost, as if to mask the anger that still runs hot in his veins. An emotion that he experiences so rarely that he almost doesn't know what to do with himself -- in the past the answer would be so simple, combing through the lives of humans. So inconsequential, just like the men cheering for violence now at their backs, as their bones and flesh were picked from his teeth without a thought.
But he can't just kill without remorse here. Not if he intends to keep up the image of a person that no one should be frightened to raise a hand at.
Obikawa directs them to the locker rooms, quickly responding with a snort and furrowed brows. ]
What do you expect? People who live in that kind of environment just wanna pull everyone else in... just a whirlpool waiting for the next victim to drown. [ He clicks his tongue. ] Just like the damn yakuza that ran me outta town. And what's the fun in watching some dudes just punch each other?
[ That's so weird? Makoto? No he didn't say anything about the yakuza. ]
( the young demon emits a sound somewhere lost between a grumble and a groan. in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t that big of a deal how much of a fright he looked right now. the loss of his humanity had granted him far fewer distinctions and abilities than he had hoped it would, but the one thing he can rely upon this body for was mending itself quickly. he can’t say he’s had the snot beaten out of him since he died and was made into a demon, but he knows enough from other dire exertions his body has been put through that it probably won’t take longer than a day or two for him to return to normalcy. that’s just one of the quirks of being what he is—that, and how he never has to cut his hair, because it never grows any longer than it is right now.
anyways, it’s just such a shame that obikawa couldn’t vent some of his anger and frustration on some of the rowdy patrons of the fighting ring left behind them, because, despite whatever embarrassment of the man feeling galvanized to act on his behalf, it would be a unique sort of turn-on… as it is, he allows himself to be directed toward the locker room, thinking he really didn’t want to see his current state in the mirror. )
I don’t know… I guess I hadn’t thought of it like that. ( his gaze sharpens to an even sharper point as the man continues; he leaves a dubious silence hanging between them before he answers, )I’ve certainly never run into any yakuza.
( he really can’t tell if obikawa drops little comments like that as lies to smokescreen whatever might be actually true about himself, or if he’s just forgetting to make himself less interesting. neither seem particularly well-advised, in makoto’s opinion…
his swollen lip slowly maneuvers into a pout. he himself considers saying nothing at all in reply (the smart decision), but… well, he’s not always smart. ) It’s not like I can hurt just anyone to blow off some steam… This was the next best thing.
[ For a moment, just a split second, Obikawa pauses - the silence that Makoto had allowed to linger suddenly biting him like a snake in the grass. He's completely unprepared, the wit he'd have to so casually maneuver around the conversation suddenly vanishing; his pupils growing just a hint smaller as he turns his head completely to look at the youth beside him.
There's a hint of confusion as well as fear when he finally answers: ]
That's... good? Huh. What were we talking about just now?
[ His mind draws a blank, further and further away from the answer he knows is true - because he's seen it. The opposing figures that threatened the life of the man he took over with all the money he owed; the sensations of those moments were unfamiliar to him, but he does at least remember it. ]
That's right! Your messed up face! Hey, I'm really good at patching people up - my friend back home was always a mess 'cause of his job, so I'd help up sometimes when he couldn't do it himself. Aren't I such a good friend? [ His grip on Makoto's shoulder tightens. ] So when ya wanna blow off some steam just come to me. I don't want you hanging around with a bad crowd.
( makoto catches the silence of the pause and the brief fluctuation in obikawa’s demeanor, but it happens so quickly and smoothly that he can’t seem to grasp on to what the reason or purpose for either might be. his own expression creases at the corners in similar shades of confusion, just as unable to parse what the other man was saying as he was able to reconcile the memories and experiences of the person who was to the being that currently is.
it’s… strange, to be sure. but obikawa has always been strange to makoto’s eye—and that’s coming from a certified Weirdo™ who had spent several months in the company of bona fide demons. still, something like this isn’t a deterrent to him. it incites more curiosity than wariness, though perhaps makoto should reconsider more of the latter; his self-preservation instincts weren’t always sharpest, it would seem. )
Um… ( —the yakuza? ) It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.
( it’s not like he loses much in letting the topic go. he doesn’t have any experience with seedy, underworld types. this had perhaps been his first brush with such circles, and he thinks he’s learned his lesson.
something he needs to impress, it seems. ) Yeah, yeah… I’m not going to hang around places like that again, that’s for sure. ( he winces a little as the tightening grip on his shoulder sends a small wave of aches and pains radiating down his arm. he glances up towards obikawa. ) Maybe too good of a friend. What—are you offering to let me beat you up?
( he’s mostly being colloquial with the conversation… it’s not even makoto’s preferred method of hurting someone, really. too brutish. too painful even to oneself. he may have gotten a few good hits in, but he feels like those hurt him just as much as they hurt the other person. inefficient, by his own measure… )
[ He’s quietly ushering them back to the barracks, mind rushed with memories not his own; sleepless nights, dark alleyways, the empty apartment surrounded in darkness. The true Obikawa Kiyoshi - alone and with nothing else to lose, a man eaten alive by a god who chose to inhabit his body simply because of his name. Born and died and unfortunate. Nothing that Makoto needs to worry himself about.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe? Why isn’t he so sure of himself? ]
I don’t like getting hit. [ And he directs Makoto to his bunk, which was left in disarray and already marked as lived in by Obikawa - a discarded pair of shorts tossed at the end of the bed, an energy drink left somewhere on the floor. But did at least stash a few bandages in his pillowcase. ] I don’t like my friends getting hurt, either.
[ Did he expect he or someone else would get hurt? Who cares? ]
So if it means you’ll stay away from people who might hurt you, I don’t mind. But that doesn’t mean just hit me whenever you have some minor inconvenience. I’ll actually get mad at you. [ He holds up two flimsy bandages: one decorated with strawberries and another with wide smiles. ] Which one?
( makoto’s own human life had had very little of value to it. he’d been a subpar student at best, utterly friendless, unathletic, only really tolerated even in his own home… he could have vanished, and not a single person’s life would have been lesser for it. quite the contrary—there was sizable evidence to show that it probably would have bettered or made others’ lives safer. where he had summoned and contracted with a demon, the true obikawa kiyoshi had run afoul of a God; the states that they had eventually ended up in after those encounters would be darkly ironic to makoto, viewed in comparison. he’s never had any affection for gods. if any deity did exist, he hated them for creating such an unfortunate life as his and abandoning him to its consequences, even when he’d done nothing to bring it on or deserve it.
ah, but they would have to cross that bridge when they got to it, one day (in another thread).
when they arrive at the bunk, it doesn’t surprise him that it’s obikawa’s. there’s a certain amount of… haphazard disarray that suited him (unlike makoto, who fastidiously made the bed each morning). he hesitates a few steps away from it, absentmindedly rubbing at his right arm, where he knows a kaleidoscope of bruising is likely pressing up to the surface of the skin.
what obikawa offers is kind… in his own way. makoto thinks he rather enjoys kindness that’s not the typical, saccharine-sweet kind. he feels like he can trust it more.
nevertheless, he ultimately doesn’t think it’s all that necessary. he shakes his head. ) I, um… I don’t think what happened tonight is going to happen again. ( he attempts a thin, wan smile. ) I don’t like getting hit any more than you do.
( he doesn’t say anything about his friends getting hurt, though, because he kind of likes it when anyone gets hurt, but. he does understand the sentiment. if he knew that was the only reason obikawa was suffering such treatment, he’d feel bad about it. it was only from a mismanagement of his own emotions and frustration. he can find better outlets for that. )
So, hopefully I won’t give you any reason to get mad at me.
( his pale gaze moves between the two offered bandages. honestly… )
They’re both kind of terrible… ( though, after a moment’s pause, he picks the one with the smiles on it. )
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[ Had it been someone familiar he'd be able to sense them through these walls, see all the ugliness of his kind blended together in the form of grotesque limbs or flowers. Instead Obikawa's blood runs hot with humiliation, in realizing that if not a god then he's speaking to a mere human who has found confidence in teasing him.
Humans in his world never dared to attempt at exorcising the Gods. They contaminated the land, polluted the air, and were able to take control of a person's entire mind with a single glance; draining them of all hope. And so of course they turned to their most effective way of handling creatures that threatened their position on the food chain: violence. ]
You sound like the type of person who scams people by saying there's a ghost in their closet.
[ He huffs in attempt to dismiss the mild irritation that still settles in his voice. ]
And like you have no reason to worry about me! 'Cause I've done nothing but be friendly with humans here. I've even sent dick pics. [ That were unwanted and the worst sexting experience someone had, but anyway. ]
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Fortunately, we receive plenty of legitimate requests so that we don't need to lower ourselves to such things. Which isn't to say that such scam artists do not exist, but it behooves our.. community to ensure that they are dealt with.
Bad publicity spoils the whole industry, you know.
[Sure sounds more like a gangster than any kind of priest, doesn't it. Exactly the sort of human who rules with power. Matoba, who as part of his skillset was excellent at reading reactions, senses the aggravation on the other side. He struck a nerve there somewhere; now he just needs to keep picking at it.]
How fortunate we are, I suppose, that most of your kind are so slow to adapt to the innovations of man, [Sarcastically.] But if you are the sort that seeks to protect humans, I am sure we will have no problems at all. Did you manage to learn such things here in the resort, or had you already begun to adapt to the world of man?
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I wouldn't know. [ All he knows are scientists and theory conspiracists; those that work directly with the innerworkings of the Gods. Maybe they considered working with specialists, but how could they ever know?
It only takes a glance for them to stop. ]
No comment. [ About protecting humans, or the fact that his kin aren't well-adapted. ] I've had a body for a couple years by now, but it's only here that I've bothered with sex -- was never a priority. But are you saying that you're more familiar with perverts?
@wolftonic
...
[ The pills, the needle, or fangs.
It was the only solution -- he was in pain, he would react violently, begging and pleading until Obikawa finally sunk his teeth in. Producing a replica wasn't difficult as it was passed among the God's like candy, their kin becoming addicted and sluggish until their bliss sealed them in the belly of a beast. He had to protect Vollof from that, but he also had to satisfy the withdraws; bite, swallow, hold.
What else could he have done? What path could he have taken then this one?
Endless scenarios he doesn't wish to imagine, because the loneliness that comes would ruin him. ]
Yeah. [ Because if he didn't kill him, Alula would have. That's his excuse. ] Besides... even if he's gone, he's still with me.
[ In his stomach, so close to his heart it hurts in knowing that he can't hear his voice again. ]
But I think -- there's another friend of mine... he says he's got anxiety. Panics a lot. Can't sleep. [ Obikawa is taken just before he eats his fingers, but there's also... that! ] How do people not get dependent on that crap?
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While he doesn't know the vore lore, isn't it a nice thought? To still carry a piece of a precious person inside you, and not just the emptiness of their absence. But so often, the latter is louder—so much more present, encroaching outward, ready to swallow up what little is left of someone you love into its void.
At least it sounds like this man has someone else to worry about. It's a good distraction. Nehan's tone dips slightly, not exactly warm, but less barbed. A little more natural. ]
Some drugs are safer than others. Sometimes it takes trial and error, and a watchful eye from a doctor who monitors symptoms and manages dosages... [ He trails off briefly. ] But most people in a bad enough state get desperate. Take your friend, for instance. If he hadn't slept in a few days, and he's panicking, wouldn't he grasp at any relief he could?
[ ... ]
Some medication would probably help your friend. But it's rarely a cure, and as with anything, it can be difficult to manage alone.
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Mm... Yeah, I've had a bunch of doctors who'd manage what they could take from me before. Always talking about trial this, trial that, I didn't know it was that difficult. [ Which may give off the impression that he's either ignorant or naïve, but anyone could guess that he's not familiar by his relaxed tone. ] But I dunno what to do, if he does somethin' like that...
[ He'd just feed someone else's addiction. Again. Again. Again. Again. ]
Maybe if I just paralyze him and force him to rest, he'll stop being such a headache! He's not even here and I'm thinking of him, don't you think that's annoying? Especially when I'm supposed to be playing with dildos and whatever.
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He sighs, smoothing his tone back over to something more impassive. ]
What are you, some sort of test subject...
[ He straightens up, back cracking lightly. ]
Anyway, it just sounds like you're attached. It happens. [ Sometimes people occupy your thoughts, no matter what you do. Dryly, ] Maybe you're in love.
i thought i replied to this omg
[ And to his suggestion -- ]
Nah! I'm pretty sure eggs are the only thing I love.
what is rp if not losing tags and notifs!!
...Eggs...
[ He repeats with a little disbelief. There's a pause, more bracing than before, before he sighs. ]
Well, whatever you're out here feeling, it's not so bad to have someone you miss. Why don't you just tell him you're worried about his condition? You won't be able to help what he's feeling unless he feels he can share the root cause of the problem.
[ That's the key with any diagnosis—not just managing the symptoms, but figuring out what's wrong. Also, it's how to be a... friend. It's what he'd want, if he were sick. It's what anyone would want, he thinks. ]
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What he says is rational -- something a friend would do, but could Obikawa confidently claim himself anything but another contributor to Tokinaga's trauma? It brings him to pause in thought, the tight pain in his chest from when he last saw him months ago a familiar ache. ]
Are you a therapist?
[ Or he could just ignore it (he's not). ]
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Hah. [ He does not. Excel at mental health. ] I used to be a pharmaceutical manufacturer. Pretty ornate title for drug peddling.
[ He was part of the problem. ]
...I'm tired of hearing about people who are past the point of recovery, that's all.
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[ Maybe he wanted to see it. But it wouldn't be a smart decision considering Obikawa has spoken about eating this man in particular more than once... anyway!! ]
... Hey. [ His voice dips, the glint in his eyes disappearing while the tips of his ears and cheeks remain flushed pink. ] How many people do you know can just change what they got? I can change more than just my dick, too!
[ And he's too drunk to realize that a demonstration isn't necessary, but in a blink of an eye he shifts. Aak may not be able to see it, but he'll definitely hear it as the deeper, more refined voice comes from the other side of the wall: ] And it gets better when I learn. So if you show it to me, I can copy it. Easy peasy.
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[So there had to be a trick to it, right?]
So, you could copy a guy in one of these videos? How much do you gotta see exactly?
[Aak sits up in his seat, eager to play around with the idea. Of course, with the stranger on the other side of the partition, he can't he certain the transformation is 100% complete. He's just not quite ready to abuse the Lust buttons to go look.]
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But he’s definitely not going to admit to not being able to do something. ]
It should be fine… if I watch him cum. [ A pause. ] Are you a fox or a bear?
[ This is a very serious question!! ]
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That's what makes it fine? [Aak is skeptical but it's enough for him to hit the play button on the latest movie he tabbed over. This one was called "District Fine" and involved some sort of segregated alien section of the planet. It apparently has a deeper message but they do still manage to fit in thirty minutes of sex scenes with the insectoid underclass aliens.]
[they can still chat through the introductory worldbuilding, though,]
Feline. [a beat] Why were those your first two options?
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But Obikawa sinks into the plush couch, the tips of his ears tingling as the music begins to play. The aliens are still painted with obnoxious colors but there's at least the interesting enough story -- plus they don't have very obvious human dicks. ]
You act like a fox, but I'd imagine you'd look like a bear... either way not entirely human. But I know I could definitely beat you either way as a snake.
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Isn't that prejudiced thinking? [He's come far enough to not correct anyone with "Vulpo" or "Ursus" since he knows what they mean. The stereotypes might not even be the same between worlds. He can't know which one he's agreeing with until he knows that, really.]
I'd say I'm human but you're not the first person to think I'm not.
[and it helped to not immediately compare him with a pet]
But who says we'd fight? We're getting along great, aren't we?
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[ His eyes glaze over the screen, watching as the once casual scene turns sexual. He's actually more shocked that the dialogue is that bad. ]
But that's not a bad thing... so yeah. Plus it'd be interesting -- I never thought of making my dick do tricks.
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Well, what's the point of changing stuff if you don't play around with it? It doesn't have to be like that one,
[he gestures with the remote, even though it's a completely unseen gesture. On screen, the alien dick seems to have at least passed a basic level of weirdness. It gets hard, lengthening into three separate segments with the segment closest to the tip covered in tiny tentacles.]
just the idea you can change it at is interesting! And maybe I do wanna watch it do some tricks... but it's not like I can make you do anything you don't wanna.
[Would he try to manipulate the situation to create an environment where Mr. "As a Snake" wants to? Probably. But that doesn't count because then he wants to.]
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(Good being objective.)
A ball forms in his throat, embarrassment flushed across the back of his neck as he admits: ] I'm curious. [ And just as quickly does he clear his throat, regaining his mellow tone. ] It'd be fun, yeah -- 'cause it's different. And I might as well be as adventurous as I can, considering it's encouraged.
[ Still -- ]
So does yours look normal?
[ Yes he's talking about his dick. ]
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Is that so? [he grins when the pause is broken and his stranger admits their curiosity]
I haven't found another person here who has one just like mine. So, by everyone else's standards it's not normal.
[Things got a little weird when your entire population was made of people with animalistic features. He remembers looking at medical diagrams in his dad's books and after the basic stuff there were the slim handful of pages that detailed species-specific genitalia. He remembers looking before he had ever officially started studying physiology and how delighted his pubescent self was to have so many interesting things to look at. It was a simpler time.]
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Why not let me see yours and then I can just copy that?
[ That might be better than just going off of some bad porn? Even if the the prosthetics look real enough. ]
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[While Aak would say he didn't care that much about finding someone with his own anatomy, he is curious. Really, it just seemed efficient, getting to see this guy's ability to copy and possibly finding an outlet to test some things about how it felt on either side.]
[After all, if the guy was curious, if he wanted to play with the multitude of things the house provided, he could probably coax him into some things.]
You said you needed to see the person cum, right? That's a fair trade for getting to see it, right?
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[ Considering the fact that Obikawa is willing to shift his body into something new -- if anyone were to be upset with exposing themselves, it should definitely be him? Especially with all the thought and consideration that goes into something as complicated as an alien dick. ]
You could just admit that you gotta watch porn before you get hard.
[ which is
a stretch but like... he's an idiot. ]
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Who said I gotta? [He also can't get any sort of judgment regarding porn. He'd run into a few people here that, despite settling in to a sex resort for perverts, still seemed to think getting off solo or the old fashioned way was somehow weird. Aak can appreciate porn, or a dick pic, or just jerkin' it, but...]
I'm just saying if you wanna see my dick then I want ya' to get me off.
[If there's a person right across a wall from him he's not gonna not try something.]
Handjob, blowjob, whateverjob you got.
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[ There's a moment of pause from the other side of the wall as Obikawa is only slightly confused. Time at the casino has left him well-adjusted to nearly every interaction being transactional, always beneficial to do something in order to participate in the game. ]
That's all? I don't mind... people have said that my blowjobs feel pretty good.
[ So yeah. He's not against giving Aak head. ]
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[He's making the judgement to just be direct with this guy from now on. Either way, he'll leisurely pull himself up from the couch and brush himself off from any snack dust that may have settled. He does pause to look up at the screen and see where the plot was at. He can't tell if this is supposed to be authoritarian violence to an alien underclass or an uprising in the making. Once all the dicks and pussies were out it all kinda looked the same.]
Remember you gotta hit your button too. [he's not taking chances, he'll remind the guy before pressing his big, green LUST button]
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[ The alcohol hasn't settled enough, but his body has definitely become lax enough that when Obikawa initially stands his head feels light enough that he needs to grip the table. Holding himself steady for a brief moment as he catches up with the rest of the world, straightening out his back every so slowly to keep himself from slamming face first into the carpet.
Whatever is left on the screen is just noise, hardly relevant, as he makes his way over to press the LUST button. His hand remains there as the partition rises, lips curled into a grin once their faces become present. ] I'm coherent enough not to mess this up at least! Ain'tcha lucky.
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What do you think? [he holds out an arm, his tail curling demonstratively.]
Not a bear or a fo- what d'you mean? Don't talk about messing up at a time like this!
[The cutesy introduction is cut short by a Feline who suddenly doesn't feel very lucky. Good at this but could mess it up... was he going to have his first time actually concerned someone would screw up majorly down there? It was amazing it took that long for it to happen, really.]
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Mm... hm. Yeah. I'm just glad to see that you don't have any feathers, really. [ He places the glass he had in his hands on the table across from him, slowly moving to stand up on his feet. ] You ever been held down by one of those? The talons on them are really annoying.
[ He comes closer, his steps calculated and slow. It's all to keep him upright and from falling headfirst in the carpet, but his expression is evident of interest. ] They hook and sink in. I hate those types the most. But you're not like that at all. [ He shows no sense of reservation as he reaches out to grab the arm that was left outstretched, touching the base of the Feline's forearm with a smile. He taps his index finger against fur, a sensation that's not unfamiliar to him. ]
Right?
@wheft
[ Some might describe an experience as being fucked to death... but Ish really was going through it. ]
I'm serious! I nearly got wine all over the carpet. [ He makes no attempt of sounding genuine, but he also doesn't want to make it sound like he's not down to fuck? Like he might as well? He's already experienced what it's like when he doesn't. ]
And nothing will happen as long as you don't press yours. So unless you wanna keep talking just don't press it.
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she hums in deep thought, narrowing her eyes at the button as if it's beckoning her to, before she gives up and presses it too. ]
Honestly, I'm getting tired of talking to people behind a damn wall. I hear some people are into the whole anonymity thing, but they can just not give out their names, you know?
[ the partition rolls up, revealing a woman with absurdly long hair, freckles, and an oversized shirt; when she raises her hand to wave, the sleeve rolls down to reveal her club suit tattoo covering up her whole arm. ]
Hey.
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You’re probably just the type that has an easier time remembering face, huh?
[ He can’t relate.
But once the wall descends and they’re both revealed to one another, Obikawa quirks a brow of subtle interest. ] You’re a lot smaller than I thought you’d be! Wow! And your hair is long!
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Yeah, well. Most of my height went to my hair, I guess.
[ she's actually pretty tall compared to most girls here??? her average white woman height... but it's no skin off her nose, so she just shrugs that off and gestures to some more unopened drinks sitting nearby. ]
Want some? Can't finish this all by myself.
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Without hesitating he grabs an untouched wine bottle, settling beside her as he pops it open with a mirthful grin. One hand gripping the neck lightly as he pours himself a drink, only looking for her own cup once he's taken a sip. ]
To be fair I don't think we're supposed to finish it all. That'd just be insane. [ But who knows? Maybe there's someone here who can just go through liquor like water. ] Buuuuut... I don't think we exchanged names! I'm Obikawa Kiyoshi, ever heard of a name so cool?
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[ gesturing not-so-discreetly at the chest full of toys. she wouldn't be opposed to it, but after trying out bad dragon dildos with a complete stranger not too long ago, she's not really in the mood for those unless the guy's really good at convincing her. or when she's Drunk drunk. ]
But... yeah. sure. It's a cool name, I guess. [ an uncaring shrug. ] Where'd you get that from?
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This is better, I promise. [ He takes another drink of his wine. ]
I got it from a stranger. You? [ dumbass ]
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just those facts alone already have her flustered. he's not wrong, human contact will always be better than trying to get off with some toy, but -- ]
I... I got them from my parents? What do you mean from a stranger? Did you kill someone for that name?!
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Haha, what makes you think that? [ He doesn't touch her, but he does lean closer. The corners of his mouth pulled into a warm smile. ] I grew up in the middle of the ocean without any parents, just taken care of by a total stranger with a few others.
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Really? Sorry, I just assumed that you'd also killed some people, and...
[ rapidly shakes her head. anyway! ]
You also came from the ocean, huh. I lived near the sea too, but fortunate enough to have parents, I guess. [ shrugs. for someone who's thankful, she sure sounds disinterested by it. ]
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[ Which he isn't. Technically. ]
Did you live on an island?
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[ not serial killers per se, but most Fixers in the City have killed for less. including herself here. she leans forward, takes... more than a sip of her wine because she's suddenly thirsty, and lies back down again. ]
And... yes, kind of. I used to live on an artificial island called a portship, all made of steel and metal. But nowadays I've been traveling from one District to another for my work.
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[ Though he does at least nod -- if anything, her living conditions remind him of the oil rig that he and his kin destroyed. ]
And would you say that your an ass or boob kinda person?
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but hello?????? eyes up here, bro. ]
Uh, boobs, maybe? I don't think I care that much for asses...
[ she looks down on her own chest now. hmmmm. ]
I'm guessing you're the latter too...?
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Mmm... I like both, I think -- it's actually a pretty hard question! But boobs are soft like mochi and fun to play with.
[ Without any hesitation he then asks: ] Can I touch yours?
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Y-Yeah, sure. Why not?
[ she still sounds slightly shook about it though. but she does relent by leaning in, and he'll instantly find out that she's not wearing anything underneath once he gets right to it. ]
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And it's the subtle stutter that lures him in excitedly -- more than the fact that she had practically just agreed to letting him fondle her. ]
I'll be gentle, don't worry. [ His dandy tone may give off the impression that he isn't being completely honest, but fortunately Obikawa intends to keep his word. Gently. He brings both hands to the underside of Ishmael's chest, fingers following the curve of her breasts. ] Do you not wear a bra? [ He chuckles before lightly squeezing the flesh against his palms.
I was gonna have him say that's hot but thought of Paris Hilton and how I saw her last year. So I won't. ]
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she makes a small sound from the back of her throat, brows slightly knitted together as she stares down at his hand covering her breast. it's going to take more than a mere grope to make her act up, but it shouldn't be too hard to achieve with a little friction of fabric here and there. ]
...Just thought that we're all here today for one thing, anyway.
[ she's awfully efficient like that. ]
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That's still hot.
[ Said casually, but he sounds a hint flirtatious. His hands still exploring the shape of her chest, guiding his fingers along the fabric of her shirt. He only stops, briefly, to ask: ] Can I take your shirt off? [ He's at least considerate enough to ask!!! ]
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this tit massage feels nice, though. she was just thinking how it'd feel like if the fabric wasn't in the way, tbh. so when he asked, it's as if he'd read her mind. ]
Mm, go ahead.
[ if he thinks this is hot, wait till he sees what's underneath her shirt. there's a lot going on down there -- from her sizeable breasts (thanks official art), to the myriad of freckles that dot along her collarbone and down towards her cleavage, to at least one stray mole on her underboob, to her heavily-inked arms that bear an intricate clover pattern snaking further down to her wrists.
there's a reason why she prefers to keep herself covered up, but she'll try to be chill about it. just don't point out how red her face is becoming, ty. ]
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The tattoos catch him off guard. The most noticeable surprise evident in the way he pauses to look at her arms. One hand ghosting her shoulder and grazing against her skin as he examines the left side, ending at her elbow. ]
You're pretty. [ For a human. And she's the exact opposite of his ideal type, but maybe he truly was just lying at the time.
His hands return to her breasts, the warmth of bare skin against his palms paired with the desire pooling in the pit of his stomach luring him closer. Obikawa leans closer, lips just barely teasing against the sun-kissed freckles of her collarbone. Inhale, exhale, close enough to feel her heart beat against her chest. ]
I wanna swallow you whole.
[ The heat in his voice pitches higher as he encloses his mouth around a bare nipple. Teeth teasing soft flesh as an arm moves to encircle around Ishmael and pull her closer, sucking against skin delicately. Almost carefully. As if restraining himself from taking that leap and actually devouring her. ]
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but instead, she squirms under his gaze, her cheeks dusted a cute pink as she looks at anywhere but his face. she can never get used to being called pretty; most people in the City usually favor skills and personality rather than looks, and anyone can give out shallow compliments like being pretty without thinking too much about it. but maybe she's the one thinking too much about that?
she doesn't get to dwell too deeply on that for long, though. heat continues to coil low in her stomach, and she barely has time to brace herself before his hands are on her once more, rough and sure, pulling her flush against him. it's only when her gaze trails back to him when he breathlessly says that, and her blood immediately runs cold.
it's in his eyes. they gave him away, even when his mouth was too busy on her skin to elaborate any further. dark, hungry, but something else, too — something she wasn't ready to name. and it's that slight fear that gets her to writhe more underneath him, breathing shakily into his ear as she curves inwards towards him, her hands digging into his shoulders and leaving crescents on his covered skin as he takes his time in tasting her. she should keep her mouth shut and behave, but her clubs suit really wants her to yap -- ]
Then... get in line.
[ obikawa would be glad to know that he's not the only one who wants a bite out of her, tbh. probably. ]
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You've made yourself some fans? [ He asks once his lips unlatch from her skin, canting his head just slightly as he moves to wrap his arms around her waist. He looks to her with curiosity, not expecting an answer as much as he is acknowledging her demeanor -- yeah... she seems like the type people would be interested in seeing pinned.
It only encourages him to do the same.
Obikawa pushes forward, using his weight to pull Ishmael down against the floor. Narrowly dodging the coffee table and at least landing on the plush carpet. ]
I'm not the patient type, so I'm just gonna skip ahead. 'Kay?
[ There's no line if he can't see it! And so Obikawa places his hands on her waist, coaxing her pants to slip down her hips with a sharp tug. ]
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she wouldn't say that they're fans, no. they want to kill her and literally eat her flesh, for one. and she would've yapped about it too if it weren't for obikawa knocking her to the floor instead like ????? what's wrong with doing it on the sofa, wtf
she resists for a hot minute, mostly out of surprise than anything at the speed they're going, but he manages to pull down her pants to reveal more faint freckles and faded scars across her legs, her white cotton panties already soaked despite her nonchalance. it's embarrassing, and ishmael instinctively slings her arm over her eyes. ]
Just... do what you want. [ she wants to get this over with too, tbh. ]
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The resistance is met with a hand occupying her breast, fingers spread across and following the curve of her collarbone before he stops at her shoulder. His grasp isn't tight enough to restrain her if she tried to pull away again, but then comes to acceptance -- the embarrassment she attempts to hide as she moves to hide herself from him. It causes something to swell in his heart.
He can never grow tired of causing a human to feel humiliated. ]
Are you sure? I could hurt you. [ Indifferent, however, as the pace he goes is usually just like this: fast, almost jarring and confusing as he latches his body against someone else's for pleasure.
Obikawa follows that, however, with pulling her pants and panties down the length of her thighs. If she said that he can do as he pleases, he's definitely going to indulge? And that starts by folding the lower half of her body forward, her knees now pressed against her chest. ] Lemme get a taste out of you first, though. [ There seems to be some budding enjoyment that rolls off his tongue when he speaks. With her sex present he uses two fingers to spread her completely, exposing her wet cunt to him as he cants his head just slightly to see if she's drawn her arm away from her face. It's only a second's worth of curiosity that's quickly sated whether or not Ishmael does reveal herself before he leans down, tongue poking between his teeth before it lays flat against her folds. Slowly dragging his tongue upward before the tip flicks her clit. ]
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yet here he is, his hands finding her hips with startling swiftness, and she can't help the squeak that slips out of her mouth as he curls her legs up for a better view of her cunt. okay, now this is embarrassing, yet she can't help but peek below her arm juuuuust a crack to see what he's doing, and --
her eyes meet his for a second, and she freezes for a moment there. the way he's looking at her with a ravenous glint in his gaze is making heat pool low in her gut, leaving her breathless. then he licks into her, tongue hot and smooth as he laves through her folds, and she tangles her free hand in his hair as she tips her head back with a shaky sigh. is it too late to confess that no one's eaten her out before? probably. her body responds in kind, hips jerking with every ministration he makes.
it'd be so easy to make her come from here but......... u know what she wants ]
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And Obikawa can't help himself from smiling when their eyes meet. Motivating her to the ground and in this position, watching curiously to her getting off on his tongue as he etches her response; nails digging into his scalp, the softness of her voice compared to rutting hips. He kisses her clit, exhaling cool air before he moves to pepper kisses and small bites against her thigh.
Hopefully she's not the type to demand not to leave a mark, because in his wake he leaves red hickeys across her skin before pulling away. ]
I'll try making this quick, okay? [ He's also just flat out fucking lying but who cares! He settles her back down on the carpet, hands working quick to unfasten his belt and pull the zipper of his pants down. Shimming the fabric down to his thighs as reveals his cock; he doesn't hesitate at all, shameless and wanting. Angling himself at her entrance, teasing against her folds with the head of his cock with a sly smile.
One hand holds her hip, the other guides himself to slip inside her. Sinking down into her pussy as he sucks in a low breath, a shiver running down his spine as he pressures his hips against hers slowly. Giving her a chance to breathe as he penetrates her. ]
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or at least her body acts like it. the lovebites he's leaving across her inner thighs would've tipped her too far, warmth unfurling from her core and down to her very toes. can't really complain if they'll be hidden from view anyway, and even she can admit that the allure of it is too hot to pass up.
the sound of his belt unbuckling sends another rush of heat through her spine, stomach churning in anticipation as she takes another peek just in time to see his cock, already hot and hard against her entrance. then he's sinking into her, inch by inch, and she can barely swallow a whine as she manages to take all of him in slowly, too distracted to notice the sly look on his face.
...too slow. ]
Q-Quick, my ass.
[ oh, how she hated how broken and wanton her voice sounded just now. but she's desperate and wanting and maybe she wants to get wrecked by his cock already, idk. ]
Stop... holding out on me already.
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The look on her face, the shift in tone, as Obikawa overwhelms Ishmael's body causes his chest to swell. An unfamiliar sense of pride rushing through his veins, blood running hot as he encourages her hips to shift higher. Nearly folding her in half as he leans forward with a smile full of mirth; hips flushed against her ass as he fully sheathes himself inside of her.
His arms anchor him in place, his muscles growing tense as the warmth of her pussy sends an unexpecting shiver down his spine. ]
How greedy. [ How human. To just take and take, wanting more than she should. But who was he to deny her request? Especially when the sound she just made was so delectable; a plea to be just a hint more vicious. ] Then don't hide your face from me.
[ And so he pulls his hips back before pushing the full length of his cock inside. Care cast aside as he begins to fuck into her, slick wet walls tight around around him. The slap of skin meeting skin growing obscene and only turning him on even more. Harder. Deeper. A malicious part of him wanting Ishmael to hurt. ]
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the first real thrust steals the breath from her lungs, drawing out a moan from her throat that she's tried (and failed) to swallow down. she's no longer hiding her face from him now, but she bits her lip to smother any other noise, her hands reaching for anything she can hold on to as obikawa continues to pound her into the floor with hard, relentless strokes. his grip on her is bordering on bruising, fingers digging into her skin like he has to anchor himself on her or else he'll lose his mind.
maybe he already has. that would lowkey terrify her if it weren't the fact that it feels good anyway, despite the roughness. her arms finally sling around obikawa's shoulders, fingers raking down his back as her mind begins to fog over with every thrust. ]
Please... I can't--
[ take it anymore, yet she continues to do so over and over, the pleasure within her core curling so tightly that she can hardly stand it. ]
for a second i forgot he's not coming inside her
Instead he focuses on her; the heated core that the head of his cock pushes against relentlessly with each thrust. A primal urge being satisfied as he pushes her body to be folded in half, a position so defenseless yet open to take all of him. It makes for his chest to grow tight as he realizes that she's already just moments from spilling over. The urge to snap and unhinge his jaw to fit her perfectly inside her mouth rising - a threat that he can at least push aside.
Obikawa keeps his hands against the back of her knees, pushing her into the carpet again and again until his cock throbs and aches. Ensuring that he's at least made himself warm and wet inside of her before pulling out, his cum spilling out from the head of his cock and onto her stomach.
And her face.
And her hair. ]
Oh. [ oop ] Maybe I should've just finished inside.
if he doesn't breed her in their next smut thread i swear
but alas, they aren't living in that fantasy. ishmael's mind is gone, replaced with nothing but the overwhelming heat of him, the sharp slap of skin against skin, the way his cock pummels that one devastating spot within her with precision. she whines with every thrust, pushing her hips against him with every push and pull of his cock, trying to meet his thrust with desperation as she begins to veer over the edge --
but it never comes. he's the one coming instead, painting her with white ribbons from her navel and up to her head and stomach. she barely has a second to process the sudden unbearable emptiness within her, her core aching from being denied from orgasming, and she groans as she shifts underneath him. what the fuck, he didn't even let her finish...... ]
...Fuck.
[ she flings her arm over her eyes again, slick chest heaving from it all. it's nice of him to pull out, but she can't help but agree with him. he really should've finished within her so that she'll know what it feels like to be filled and be whole for once. ]
Next time... I'll get you for this next time.
[ since they're now homies and all :/ ]
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@tfy
[ It's a literal blessing that they're not on the topic of idolization and worship, because Obikawa might have taken actual offense. Like hello? Hiyori is just a boy -- but he's also funny and ambitious, so it wouldn't take long for him to shrug it off. ]
And it's on Valentine's? [ Not that he has any plans: eat chocolate and maybe spend some time at the library, if he doesn't find himself distracted at the arcade. ] Hopefully nothing too weird goes on this month. Hate if your performance had to be adjusted 'cause someone turned into a monster, or maybe just a giant statue of chocolate...
[ To stay on theme, y'know. ]
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[... Obikawa has a point, though. And some of the possibilities he suggests have Hiyori's nose wrinkling. Ugh.]
We just dealt with monsters! And that would be completely the wrong holiday.
[But he slumps a little as he admits:]
We will have to postpone if things get too hectic, though. I know last year everyone got paired off in fake "marriages" and forced into wedding suites.
[Including him. That was how he woke up here, which means it's been almost a full year for him. Double ugh.]
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[ That'd be too simple... Instead they get ugly babies. ]
What? Are you serious? [ He raises his voice -- not anger, but something akin to envy, whining. ] Why wasn't I here for that? I'd deserve it after having my honeymoon completely fucked over!
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[He has a feeling it'll be worse than both of those ideas, now that he thinks of it. Aren't they due for another one of those "games" by now? Though then again, they did let the other winter holidays pass by normally, save for the room mix-ups... But no, Valentine's Day is a couple's holiday. Plus they celebrated it last year! Triple ugh.
At least Obikawa's reaction to the fake marriage thing serves as a distraction.]
You missed out on your honeymoon?
[Excuse his disbelief. He barely knows this guy, but Mr. Janitor sure didn't strike him as a married man!]
Does that mean your spouse is here with you? If so, how's that been working out?
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It wasn't like your traditional honeymoon. [ No one would ever consider a man kidnapping a woman after impersonating as her dead fiancé and locking her in his home as a honeymoon. ] She's not here and we're totally going to have an annulment. So I'm still living that bachelor life.
[ He can't help himself but laugh. It's cruel, it's disgusting -- he's robbed that poor woman of everything, but he's at least somewhat aware that she plans to do the same. ]
Any kind of committed relationship here would be pretty rough, I'd imagine.
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You never made it to your honeymoon, but you were already planning to get an annulment? [A pause. And then he chirps:] Commoners are so fascinating. You all have such colorful lifestyles! ♪
[He'll just assume this wasn't a serious relationship and spare himself the headache of thinking too hard about it. Ah, but speaking of serious relationships...]
Yep!
[His voice is a chirp again, but it comes out sounding forced this time.]
You could say that, alright. But there's no going back for me, I'm afraid, since now we have a "red string" that binds us.
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Oh... huh... [ Obikawa doesn't sound disappointed as much as he does confused, the audible wonder leaving his mouth with a short quip of his head. ] So you can only mess around with the person you bonded with? I swear I've seen this before in something I've read.
[ A pause. ]
And how's that going for you?
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[Surely Hua Cheng would have warned them if attaching the string came with some stipulation like that. ... Surely.
But as for how the whole monogamy-within-a-sex-resort is going for them, well...]
I guess it's going the same as ever. I used to worry we'd be punished, or that the House would try tearing us apart, but it doesn't seem that's happening. Just the other week, I spoke to someone who said he and his partner started sleeping with others just so the House wouldn't get mad, but his partner disappeared and turned into a statue anyway. Doing what they want doesn't seem to protect you at all.
[... is that really true, though?
He remembers Jin Mingming and J telling him the opposite, and his stomach knots with uncertainty.]
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[ Not a confused or analytical sound, but one of impassive interest. Not that Obikawa has someone here that he would want to make a committed partner, but there is something oddly fascinating about this ordeal. ]
Well you can't blame them for trying. The House has a temper and we can't seem to quell it despite being compliant, it's like we're having to entertain a god that's conquered and claimed everything within physical reach. How unfortunate...
But there's a thousand ways to keep a lover close.
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[Themselves and their loved ones. It's something he understands acutely now. Just because other relationships here are open doesn't make them lesser. It's odd to think about, but letting your partner sleep with others can also be a form of "love" in this place. Sort of like the adage "If you love someone, let them go."
But it's not the decision he and Jun made. And he's done talking about his woes!]
Are you speaking from experience? Pardon me for saying so, but you don't seem like someone who'd have much luck with love. I guess there's a lid for every pot, but you're sort of an odd duck, aren't you?
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How dangerous. ]
I'll have you know that I was pretty close to being a dad.
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[Dare he ask? If it's as simple as "I forgot to put one on" then he doesn't need to hear it, though. Instead he'll ask about the aftermath!]
Did things fizzle out after that? Or are they near and dear to your heart still?
cw for cannibalism i'm sorry
Oh no they were going to be an abomination. So I ate them.
never apologize
Pardon?
[Well. That was a bad joke. No doubt about it, this person is weird! He thought so at the Halloween party, and he really thinks so now!
... there's no chance he's actually serious, is there?]
Does that mean you're the zombie?
[Thinking back on their party thread...]
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[ A terrible conversation. Not a wrong one, but still terrible -- Obikawa aimed to retrieve the genes being exploited by the humans excited to potentially find a way to destroy his kin. ]
But now you get why the honeymoon was kinda cancelled.
[ "Kinda" -- he still kidnapped her. ]
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[Hiyori has never had a hamster, but he's pretty sure those are cuter than this guy. This guy is more snakelike!]
That's what people often do on their honeymoons! "I'm going to eat your right up~♪" ... that's what they say, except they mean it as a metaphor! But you were just being metaphorical, too, weren't you?
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No. I'm being one hundred percent honest right now. [ Though his tone sounds a bit indifferent... so maybe he's bullshitting?! ] I ate them so I could recover my genes and then tried retrieving my tail some scientists had stolen from me.
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Yep, he's kidding!]
You really are an odd duck.
[He sighs a bit, sounding unimpressed. But being paired with a weird fibber is better than being matched with someone who's actually dangerous, at any rate.]
You don't need to fib just to fit in with all the supernatural beings around here. Even as an ordinary janitor, you should be able to attract someone. People here are desperate, after all. And for all you know, they might just find the normalcy refreshing. I know I wish I could get a break from the extraordinary sometimes. To spend a day drinking tea, eating delicious food, and talking about mundane things like hobbies and work schedules.
[To be fair, he already does half that stuff. But he means doing it without having to worry about the House's next "game" or about turning into statues.]
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bakugo
you're nasty and disgusting and should get beat up
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you're the one who asked to get punched for a boner!
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because apparently it's tame compared to a lot of other things going on here!
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beat the stupid bird at its shitty games.
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i'm not regaling you with every damn detail.
learned how to better work their training rooms and learned more about the statues around the resort.
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[ guy who is a big asshole ]
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DIE!!
[if you're just gonna dis and dismiss his answers!]
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how would they not be the same person
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if it sent you back home, then kidnapped another version of you from earlier in your life, you wouldn't remember shit from this place.
it'd be another person.
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[ why does this
piss him off? ]
that doesn't make any sense
how the hell do they just pull you in and out from different timelines??
that's not even something a god could do
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different world, different "god" bullshit.
everyone here's from a point on their world's timeline.
each world's timeline is "paused" for them alone.
when you go back home, you'll wake up the exact second you left with no memory of this place.
like it never happened.
this damn bird can do that for hell knows how many people.
[and if it can do that, whose to say what it can and can't do otherwise?
and yes, bakugo intends to BEAT THIS FUCKING THING!!]
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we gotta kill this bird
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but it's gonna take everyone of we wanna win.
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IT'S CALLED A FUCKING REVOLUTION WAR!!
[it'll be friendship]
kleken
you're not wrong
i will also be the first to tell you that you stink always and be honest about it
aaaaaaaaand once i get a good whiff of you i'll be able to find you anywhere
Re: kleken
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but yeah that's what friends are for
they're also for having fun so we've gotta play a game together
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Oh, I do like games. What sort?
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but board games are fine too
i wanna practice playing shogi now too............
and some of the sex games here are fun too but you gotta buy me a drink first
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Is it difficult?
[ Can you cheat- ]
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but i'm super smart so you'll learn faster as my underling
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cause you’re multifaceted
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until you prove me wrong then i'll just assume that you can do anything
if someone says that you can't i'll back you up
but don't make me look stupid
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He would.
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[ He SHOULD. ]
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I see. I've been enlightened.
wei wuxian
okay you're not wrong
but idk... i guess i don't get the appeal of it
i've had a group of people poke around inside me a couple of times and decided that was enough
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[ MORE THAN ONE DICK???? ]
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they were all co-workers
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my friend, i'm really worried about you now!
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those people aren't here
but if you're REALLY worried you'll sign my petition that they gotta stop trying to do butt stuff with me
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will that actually help?
rin
[ He's willing to switch it up -- Obikawa understands that some people prefer the cuteness and expected loyalty of a dog rather than the cunning deception of a snake. It's only unfortunate for whoever actually falls for it... but Rin's smart. ]
i can learn plenty of tricks
i've still got my youth and lots of stamina
we can play around until one of us breaks, at least
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What do you have in mind when you say "play around"?
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jsyk
well i'm willing to try anything once
if you wanted to try something out and no one else was willing you could come to me!
don't even gotta ask lol i'll just roll with it
but you'd also have to indulge me a little
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i gotta see what kind of girl i'm dealing with
[ aka he has to see if she's a freak... 😔 ]
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You're not human, right? Are you still capable of dying?
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[She's also BIG NOSY, so she read his profile. Tohsaka is certainly making a big leap, and he's free to deny it. However she's also the woman who has her own conspiracy board about the resort.]
I mean, you wouldn't be the first non-human I've met. Or slept with, even.
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i think you're pretty
and a little overzealous to the point that you might be putting yourself in risky situations, but who am i to care about all that??
well, this is still a human body that you've slept with
let me just make that clear
genetically everything else miiiiiiight be a mess but those technicalities are for you to determine with that ever so dangerous curiosity of yours
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I was only asking because I was curious about trying something, but if your body is human as far as its fragility is concerned... Perhaps I'll ask someone else.
I'm a mage. By some standards we aren't considered humans in my world. Curiosity and the pursuit of knowledge is what defines us, so I'd be a pretty terrible heir to my family if I didn't have all that. So that's what attracts you, then? Risky behavior?
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are you trying to dissect me?
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I WAS THINKING OF SOMETHING LIKE CHOKING OR BREATH PLAY YOU IDIOT!!!!
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huh
but that's so common? you haven't choked anyone yet??
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[And she found it incredibly hot but never got the chance to try again because she's too afraid of hurting someone on accident. So she thought she'd ask a nonhuman... for safety reasons.]
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i didn't know you were so vanilla
i thought you were wanting to get in my ribcage or something
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like i'm fine with getting choked or punched
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1/3
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3/3
You can't draw the line at JUST DISSECTION.
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and that wasn’t even my line
i was gonna say that if you wanted to do that kind of stuff then you can’t try to steal any of my body parts
i’d just kill you
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you’ll start getting wrinkles and look like an old witch
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What else would there be?
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like praise you or dress up as a smoking hot butler??
we can at least get a little more creative
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praise me
and lemme cum on your face
[ when you kinda skip out on having relatively normal sex for most of your time here ]
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just run
like really fast
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Why?
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don't ask questions that i don't wanna answer!
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2. Either the original owner of the human body died when you took over or they're lingering in the "backseat"
3. If the scenario is more the latter than the former, then losing consciousness could possibly weaken your hold on control of the body
Is it like that?
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i'm just a janitor
[ He's (playing with her) stupid. ]
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i clean up really well
my room is spotless
if you squirted i’d make sure it look like you didn’t to save you the embarrassment
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you seem like the type that wants to be pampered
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[ he’s actually so prideful of his hair and how he maintains himself… yes he’s upset she’d assume he’s not good enough. let’s not talk about the god egoism. ]
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i have to eat, shower, piss, and do everything else you would with a body
and that includes maintaining stuff like my hair and nails
my hair used to be a lot shorter, too, only started growing it out about a year ago
and trust me when it’s DEAD it’s a pain in the ass
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i don’t know we can just shower together and make it easy
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can i just be the dumb blonde
[ he already is ]
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Try something new.
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a loving and doting fiancé!?
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doing something unrealistic
if you wanna be more realistic i can be like a dad
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[Her father died when she was 8 and still had those rose colored glasses of childhood.]
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i’m pretty sure i can
are you the type that likes being called good girl or princess
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2/2
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[ And because it’s funny. But he won’t admit that. ]
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lol
you’re sooooo cute when you get all huffy
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I don't see what's cute about any of this.
[Ugh. Is this what she's like? She'll have to apologize to Fuuta on his birthday.]
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even if i explain it to you you’re the type that’d deny it and call me an idiot or something
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That's because you have weird taste. But hey, if it works for you then maybe I can leverage it for something.
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you’re getting what you want and i get to tease you a little so i see it as a good enough exchange
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until you tell me which you like best i gotta go down the list
brat
dear
darling
babe
[ He used to be a womanizer this doesn’t embarrass him at all. ]
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[She hates her tech curse but there are some advantages of not being face-to-face.]
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call me whenever you feel like choking someone
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[She'll proceed to not do that because now she's too embarrassed. Maybe it'll come up next time they bump into each other.]
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but yes run away, sweet rin. ]
neuvillette
oh that wouldn't bore me
contrary to my boyish charms and goofy personality i loooooooooooove history!!
the romance of the three kingdoms is a fave of mine
nope i don't think so
other than seeing gods sometimes i'm pretty much normal
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It is not a particularly happy tale, nor one that is told very often. Are you certain you still wish to hear it?
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what's a world with only happy stories?
i'm sitting back with a drink and a snack
you've got all of my attention~
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Though I do not believe mine to be a particularly long story. I will try and condense it to the best of my ability.
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i’m ready to go! :)
[ And as if to prove a point he sends a photo of a water bottle and small bowl of popcorn. ]
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The tale begins, as most do, many millenia ago in a land known as Teyvat. It was originally a land of dragons, led by Nibelung himself. For a long while, they lived in peace and prosperity.
Then the Usurpers descended, waging war against the dragons in an attempt to claim the land and powers of Teyvat for themselves. Despite the best efforts of the original inhabitants of Teyvat, the dragons were driven out or brutally slaughtered.
( a pause here for dramatic effect. are you still with him, buddy? )
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so it's not the dragons doing all the big bad stuff in this story
that's pretty interesting
but what are the usurpers??
just random aliens that dropped out of the sky? or did they come out of the sea?? straight out of hell!?
[ HE'S SO BAD AT STORY TIME... HE JUST HAS QUESTIONS!! ]
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What do you mean, it's not the dragons? Are they usually the antagonists of the stories you read?
( HE IS SO OFFENDED )
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like typically they're jerks that come from the sky and start hoarding treasure and asking for brides or whatever
sometimes they're at war with humans
sometimes they befriend humans
it's a mixed bag but if it breathes fire it's usually a bad guy
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but we were talking about dragons at the time buuuuut
humans are selfish and overzealous, they think they can just take from everything and everyone
this is why there’s so many stories of gods that hate mankind, too
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my baby boy makoto
[ It's a natural response in the perspective of someone who has that power; Obikawa has never been hesitant to kill, but he has shown restraint. Patient, as any other prey would when it uses the ability to disguise itself around it's environment before striking. Having held out for over a year once the humans had stolen his tail, the humiliation coating every bone in his ribcage with fire. Had he just an ounce more power their heads would be pierced by his fangs, bodies coiled and squeezed until they had suffocated their way down his stomach.
When collective stares and scowls turn to look at them both they're met with impassiveness as Makoto grabs a hold on his arm. A small cant of his head as his eyes narrow, the void behind them growing deeper, his pupils beginning to shift with a single blink of his eye. They could separate from the fight, but they'd only be offering a culling to a God all too prepared to kill.
And that's his third strike. As if it wasn't obvious that there something always off about the man that claimed himself to be a simple janitor -- it's only ever easier to hide when he has an objective, after all.
He blinks again, the instinct to kill vanishing as every word from Makoto lulls him back. He looks to him with curved brows, almost disappointed, paired with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ] Is that what you want? [ He asks, just to be sure -- but there's certainty from the demon's expression that makes the answer all too obvious. Breathing out a sigh he decides to turn to leave, arm draped across smaller shoulders as he drags them away.
Temptation wanes, thinning into nothingness as Obikawa forces himself to remain obedient. He would have killed if given the permission, but without it he humbly obeys. ] Then let's go clean up your face. You look awwwwwwwfuuuuuuuul, I barely even recognized you! You gotta stay out of places like this, stupid.
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( no.
but he answers, ) Yes, ( instead keeping the thoughts of brutal, bloody revenge on those who would call him out for his “toothless” affinity for violence, put him underneath the harsh spotlight of scrutiny, and then punish him for it. he hadn’t needed this lesson. he’s aware he doesn’t fit the picture for a certain archetype of rough-and-tumble villain. but that’s not to say that he’s squeamish about all the terrible things one human being can do to another; in fact, he’d say he’s far more infatuated with their concepts than anyone rightly should be, and it’s for the benefit of everyone else around him that he does his best to keep that fact well to himself.
the fire and vinegar that fills him in the moment that he stands up for himself or tries to make another regret how they’d treated him can be exciting and bolstering in the moment, but the consequences have often been so great that he’s learned to second guess himself. sometimes he ends up angry enough that he just doesn’t get to that point, but… here and now, with the injury to his body combined with the injury to his pride, makoto simply wants to retreat and attempt to move on from this.
the arm slung across his shoulder is heavy as obikawa leans onto him, and it elicits a wave of aches and pains from his bruised body, but he finds that he doesn’t so much mind it. the chumminess, the closeness… he is happy to accept that after the violence, grumbling a noncommittal sound as the older man points out the injuries they’d need to attend to on his face. )
…It’s that bad, huh? ( he lifts one hand to his swollen and bleeding lip, frowning. is it going to look worse than how he feels, or does he feel worse than he looks? he feels pretty damn bad.
he shoots obikawa a look. ) I didn’t think they’d have such an issue with me just watching… ( he grumbles as they make their way up the stairs and out of the basement, back towards the rest of the recreation wing. )
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But he can't just kill without remorse here. Not if he intends to keep up the image of a person that no one should be frightened to raise a hand at.
Obikawa directs them to the locker rooms, quickly responding with a snort and furrowed brows. ]
What do you expect? People who live in that kind of environment just wanna pull everyone else in... just a whirlpool waiting for the next victim to drown. [ He clicks his tongue. ] Just like the damn yakuza that ran me outta town. And what's the fun in watching some dudes just punch each other?
[ That's so weird? Makoto? No he didn't say anything about the yakuza. ]
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anyways, it’s just such a shame that obikawa couldn’t vent some of his anger and frustration on some of the rowdy patrons of the fighting ring left behind them, because, despite whatever embarrassment of the man feeling galvanized to act on his behalf, it would be a unique sort of turn-on… as it is, he allows himself to be directed toward the locker room, thinking he really didn’t want to see his current state in the mirror. )
I don’t know… I guess I hadn’t thought of it like that. ( his gaze sharpens to an even sharper point as the man continues; he leaves a dubious silence hanging between them before he answers, ) I’ve certainly never run into any yakuza.
( he really can’t tell if obikawa drops little comments like that as lies to smokescreen whatever might be actually true about himself, or if he’s just forgetting to make himself less interesting. neither seem particularly well-advised, in makoto’s opinion…
his swollen lip slowly maneuvers into a pout. he himself considers saying nothing at all in reply (the smart decision), but… well, he’s not always smart. ) It’s not like I can hurt just anyone to blow off some steam… This was the next best thing.
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There's a hint of confusion as well as fear when he finally answers: ]
That's... good? Huh. What were we talking about just now?
[ His mind draws a blank, further and further away from the answer he knows is true - because he's seen it. The opposing figures that threatened the life of the man he took over with all the money he owed; the sensations of those moments were unfamiliar to him, but he does at least remember it. ]
That's right! Your messed up face! Hey, I'm really good at patching people up - my friend back home was always a mess 'cause of his job, so I'd help up sometimes when he couldn't do it himself. Aren't I such a good friend? [ His grip on Makoto's shoulder tightens. ] So when ya wanna blow off some steam just come to me. I don't want you hanging around with a bad crowd.
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it’s… strange, to be sure. but obikawa has always been strange to makoto’s eye—and that’s coming from a certified Weirdo™ who had spent several months in the company of bona fide demons. still, something like this isn’t a deterrent to him. it incites more curiosity than wariness, though perhaps makoto should reconsider more of the latter; his self-preservation instincts weren’t always sharpest, it would seem. )
Um… ( —the yakuza? ) It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.
( it’s not like he loses much in letting the topic go. he doesn’t have any experience with seedy, underworld types. this had perhaps been his first brush with such circles, and he thinks he’s learned his lesson.
something he needs to impress, it seems. ) Yeah, yeah… I’m not going to hang around places like that again, that’s for sure. ( he winces a little as the tightening grip on his shoulder sends a small wave of aches and pains radiating down his arm. he glances up towards obikawa. ) Maybe too good of a friend. What—are you offering to let me beat you up?
( he’s mostly being colloquial with the conversation… it’s not even makoto’s preferred method of hurting someone, really. too brutish. too painful even to oneself. he may have gotten a few good hits in, but he feels like those hurt him just as much as they hurt the other person. inefficient, by his own measure… )
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Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe? Why isn’t he so sure of himself? ]
I don’t like getting hit. [ And he directs Makoto to his bunk, which was left in disarray and already marked as lived in by Obikawa - a discarded pair of shorts tossed at the end of the bed, an energy drink left somewhere on the floor. But did at least stash a few bandages in his pillowcase. ] I don’t like my friends getting hurt, either.
[ Did he expect he or someone else would get hurt? Who cares? ]
So if it means you’ll stay away from people who might hurt you, I don’t mind. But that doesn’t mean just hit me whenever you have some minor inconvenience. I’ll actually get mad at you. [ He holds up two flimsy bandages: one decorated with strawberries and another with wide smiles. ] Which one?
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ah, but they would have to cross that bridge when they got to it, one day (in another thread).
when they arrive at the bunk, it doesn’t surprise him that it’s obikawa’s. there’s a certain amount of… haphazard disarray that suited him (unlike makoto, who fastidiously made the bed each morning). he hesitates a few steps away from it, absentmindedly rubbing at his right arm, where he knows a kaleidoscope of bruising is likely pressing up to the surface of the skin.
what obikawa offers is kind… in his own way. makoto thinks he rather enjoys kindness that’s not the typical, saccharine-sweet kind. he feels like he can trust it more.
nevertheless, he ultimately doesn’t think it’s all that necessary. he shakes his head. ) I, um… I don’t think what happened tonight is going to happen again. ( he attempts a thin, wan smile. ) I don’t like getting hit any more than you do.
( he doesn’t say anything about his friends getting hurt, though, because he kind of likes it when anyone gets hurt, but. he does understand the sentiment. if he knew that was the only reason obikawa was suffering such treatment, he’d feel bad about it. it was only from a mismanagement of his own emotions and frustration. he can find better outlets for that. )
So, hopefully I won’t give you any reason to get mad at me.
( his pale gaze moves between the two offered bandages. honestly… )
They’re both kind of terrible… ( though, after a moment’s pause, he picks the one with the smiles on it. )