[ His own outfit is skin-tight: a short tank that shows off working muscle instead of something more artificially sculpted, and a pair of shorts that leave very little to the imagination. They're skimpy enough that a second line of kintsugi-like gold is visible along his hip.
As for his suit, it's is displayed on his left hand, funnily enough: a diamond and, as if affixed as an afterthought, a heart. The hotel had thought to provide him an interesting start to his time here.
When she says his name, he nods, and when she comments on it... well, he can't help the small huff. ]
It was the name given to me by someone very important. The name I choose for myself. I've had other names, many of them, but this one is mine.
[ the sentiment is familiar and all-too relatable, which earns him a small smile. ]
I get it. Something about... how you can never go back to who you used to be, so this is who you will be from now on.
[ it's why she always introduces herself with those three iconic words. call me ishmael, because her identity is and will always be the only thing she can truly call her own.
with that out of the way, she begins walking towards one of the pathways that weave through the indoor forest, the foliage lit with bioluminscent mushrooms. ]
[ A firm nod. Precisely. And he appreciates her understanding. That's why he's going to follow her, trotting to catch up and walk beside her. But he slows down at he gets distracted, marveling at the mushrooms and the way the light shades the foliage. It's beautiful. ]
[ Uuuhhh. After a moment of uneasy hesitation, trying to gauge if there’s a correct answer here: ]
I can … go either way? I don’t have any other plans, if that’s what you mean. [ And this guy seems pretty reasonable so far. He’s been stuck around much more annoying people. ]
[ The stolen kiss only brings a smile of wonder and joy to his face, lights up his eyes, and even the tracks on his skin and hair seem to flare with delight from her. His mouth, unlike his voice, is soft, reverent, and he chases the kiss to return it with some delight before slipping down to press one along the line of her jaw, and further down along her neck. He won't go further, though. Not yet. Instead, he worships, teeth careful and lips soft and tongue quick and clever to leave just enough damp skin to make every breath cool against her. ]
[ the glowing of those tracks catch her eyes and draw out a soft gasp. like light shining through cracks in a weathered lampshade, he seems a living embodiment of sunshine barely contained.
to think, he had already been a striking sight on his own — tall, dark, and most certainly handsome, the sort of figure that could cut an imposing line if it weren't for the warmth that softens every sharp angle, and the eyes that seemed determined to soak in every inch of you that you'd allow him to see.
and manuela, for all her attempts at playing coy, has never been very good at holding her own against such attention, so is it any wonder she quickly comes undone with the almost reverent way he touches her? a soft sigh signals the tipping of her head, allowing him more room along her neck to press kisses, graze teeth. her hands reach for any parts of him she can touch, trailing up along strong arms at first, then curling into thick dark hair. every inch of her is inviting, encouraging, arching up into his soft mouth and basically pleading for more. ]
[ He's appealing. He'd be appealing without being an omega, but the scent that his tumble has bloomed in the air has only made it that much more enticing. John slows his run to a trot before he stops, stepping forward to look down at Wei Wuxian. His athletic wear is hides nothing in general and even less now that Wei Wuxian's scent is so bright in the air, the fabric straining around the heavy shape outlined between his legs. He smiles, a little smug, and lowers himself down to the grass with Wei Wuxian to kneel between his legs. He'll pause for a moment to look him over, checking for any actual injury before he refocuses on the other man's face. ]
I should ask for my song now. If only because I hope you won't be in a state to play afterwards.
[ But his hands will reach out, the smallest finger on one tipped in scatterings of gold and strange symbols, and lets his touch graze along Wei Wuxian's inner thigh line. The golden eyes peer up at the other man, a little playful now. ]
But I should devour my prey, no?
[ Which is when his other hand will slide up to run a finger gently along the line of his erection in the shorts, flicking up to meet Wei Wuxian's as the finger's nail lengthens to a claw and moves to slice the fabric away. It's a request for permission. ]
[ Oh, there is something about this that Wei Wuxian likes in a deep, primal way. That has nothing to do with the game. John is a threat, his body senses and realizes. He is a predator and Wei Wuxian likes it. He makes a mental note to later follow up with John and figure out what kind of inhuman he is because this, this is something he must know. But for now, he lets out a breathless nervous giggle at the way John settles in, the claw that teases at the fabric of his shorts.
He should probably tell him not to do that, so he doesn't end up wandering around naked later. But his brain is too fuzzy with lust to really think about it and he instead gives a hum. ]
Don't worry, I won't forget our deal.
[ And then his smile widens, bright as can be. ]
You should just focus on the devour part for now.
[ So, that's a yes. John has his full permission to... completely ravage him, honestly. ]
[ It takes a few more thrusts, John's hips chasing after the event horizon of his pleasure before he feels the shift within his own strange altered anatomy and rocks forward as the knot expands just inside of G'raha and he feels his release with a low rumbling sound that almost seems to make both of them shake with it. G'raha will feel it, heavy ropes of it shooting inside of him, filling him, plugged by the knot to keep it within. John doesn't tug on the knot, choosing instead to grind his cock a long G'raha's insides as he goes, leaning down to start pressing kisses as he murmurs growled praise to his little omega. ]
[ Is it John making that sound or is G'raha hearing the strain of his own body despite the changed chemistry? He'll never know, because he's left nearly choking on the sensation of that knot within him combined with how much his alpha is filling him up. ]
Gods, [ is all he manages in a soft, reverent whisper, reaching up with suddenly heavy arms to drape them around John as best he can, urging him closer, urging him to, perhaps, stay a while even after his knot goes down. ]
[ With that, Jingyi drops the chat. She leaves the precise location of the many small bars along the casino floor, picking the most lavish one of the choices.
By the time of their agreed-upon meeting, Jingyi is already in the casino floor trying her luck on some games. She looks at the bar to see if John is there, remembering him solely from the photo on his profile and her senses radiating throughout the casino floor, allowing her to feel the presence of a cosmic being entering.
Whether he goes straight to the bar itself or takes his time to roam the floor, Jingyi will suddenly appear next to him. ]
There you are. In the flesh.
[ She chose her words deliberately, quietly referring to his nature underneath that mortal coil. Jingyi speaks while looking ahead of her, watching the luxurious spectacle around them rather than focusing on him. She fits the atmosphere, wearing a simple yet luxurious combination of a white button-up shirt and a pencil skirt. ]
[ It's not that Reno looks fragile; Reno looks human. And while humans are so much stronger, so much more resilient, so much more beautiful and wondrous than he ever knew in his life before Arthur... they're still (relatively) fragile when you remember being a multidimensional being and you're not sure how much your control is shot from this interesting adjustment.
In short: rough stuff later.
The kisses, though, those aren't fragile. Those are intense, claiming the other man's mouth, hands moving to shift fabric and, if needed, tear it to get to his prize. And when something presses against his aching hole, it's thicker than his fingers. Thicker and longer. And, muscles clenched, not from strain from from restraint, John will take his time letting Reno sink down until he's in to the hilt, deep enough for Reno to feel in his throat, as John lets out a low rumble into their shared kisses. ]
[Reno helps, as much as he can in his position, but his flexibility and core strength are definitely an advantage here, making it easy for him to help John to shove his jeans completely off the one leg it was still holding on to, not caring where it falls. Hi slower half is completely exposed to John, cock almost already leaking precum between them, so desperate is Reno's body at this point. It's also why he moans the moment he feels the tip of John's cock against his entrance, stretching and eventually breaching the muscle, and Reno throws his own head back against the tree to let out another loud moan. But Reno doesn't take his time. He's impatient, he has a need, stronger than any need he has ever felt before, and he pushed himself down at once, taking John's cock completely at once, and pauses for a moment, just to enjoy the feeling of being filled so beautifully by the alpha's cock.]
Fuck .. that's too good ..
[His voice is strained, full of want, and he can't help that he pushes himself up with his legs, pushing his ass up enough that John's length almost slips out of him, before he lets himself basically fall back down to take all of him in again, feeling a shiver running up his spine as every nerve in his body seems to be set on fire.]
[ Hm so eager to do so. Viktor could use that as a means to not have to answer anything, but no, he supposed that would be unfair. There is the matter of CHIRPY being annoying with his lack of engagement, too. ]
You've already answered, so I believe it is my turn to do so. Truth. [ Like he would ever do a dare. ]
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after dark overflow - ishmael
[ His own outfit is skin-tight: a short tank that shows off working muscle instead of something more artificially sculpted, and a pair of shorts that leave very little to the imagination. They're skimpy enough that a second line of kintsugi-like gold is visible along his hip.
As for his suit, it's is displayed on his left hand, funnily enough: a diamond and, as if affixed as an afterthought, a heart. The hotel had thought to provide him an interesting start to his time here.
When she says his name, he nods, and when she comments on it... well, he can't help the small huff. ]
It was the name given to me by someone very important. The name I choose for myself. I've had other names, many of them, but this one is mine.
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I get it. Something about... how you can never go back to who you used to be, so this is who you will be from now on.
[ it's why she always introduces herself with those three iconic words. call me ishmael, because her identity is and will always be the only thing she can truly call her own.
with that out of the way, she begins walking towards one of the pathways that weave through the indoor forest, the foliage lit with bioluminscent mushrooms. ]
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Hmm.
[ He has no desire to be fucked with, at least in that way, so he looks around for a long moment before turning back. ]
...do you want to split?
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[ Uuuhhh. After a moment of uneasy hesitation, trying to gauge if there’s a correct answer here: ]
I can … go either way? I don’t have any other plans, if that’s what you mean. [ And this guy seems pretty reasonable so far. He’s been stuck around much more annoying people. ]
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from TDM/March - for Manuela
[ The stolen kiss only brings a smile of wonder and joy to his face, lights up his eyes, and even the tracks on his skin and hair seem to flare with delight from her. His mouth, unlike his voice, is soft, reverent, and he chases the kiss to return it with some delight before slipping down to press one along the line of her jaw, and further down along her neck. He won't go further, though. Not yet. Instead, he worships, teeth careful and lips soft and tongue quick and clever to leave just enough damp skin to make every breath cool against her. ]
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to think, he had already been a striking sight on his own — tall, dark, and most certainly handsome, the sort of figure that could cut an imposing line if it weren't for the warmth that softens every sharp angle, and the eyes that seemed determined to soak in every inch of you that you'd allow him to see.
and manuela, for all her attempts at playing coy, has never been very good at holding her own against such attention, so is it any wonder she quickly comes undone with the almost reverent way he touches her? a soft sigh signals the tipping of her head, allowing him more room along her neck to press kisses, graze teeth. her hands reach for any parts of him she can touch, trailing up along strong arms at first, then curling into thick dark hair. every inch of her is inviting, encouraging, arching up into his soft mouth and basically pleading for more. ]
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[ He's appealing. He'd be appealing without being an omega, but the scent that his tumble has bloomed in the air has only made it that much more enticing. John slows his run to a trot before he stops, stepping forward to look down at Wei Wuxian. His athletic wear is hides nothing in general and even less now that Wei Wuxian's scent is so bright in the air, the fabric straining around the heavy shape outlined between his legs. He smiles, a little smug, and lowers himself down to the grass with Wei Wuxian to kneel between his legs. He'll pause for a moment to look him over, checking for any actual injury before he refocuses on the other man's face. ]
I should ask for my song now. If only because I hope you won't be in a state to play afterwards.
[ But his hands will reach out, the smallest finger on one tipped in scatterings of gold and strange symbols, and lets his touch graze along Wei Wuxian's inner thigh line. The golden eyes peer up at the other man, a little playful now. ]
But I should devour my prey, no?
[ Which is when his other hand will slide up to run a finger gently along the line of his erection in the shorts, flicking up to meet Wei Wuxian's as the finger's nail lengthens to a claw and moves to slice the fabric away. It's a request for permission. ]
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He should probably tell him not to do that, so he doesn't end up wandering around naked later. But his brain is too fuzzy with lust to really think about it and he instead gives a hum. ]
Don't worry, I won't forget our deal.
[ And then his smile widens, bright as can be. ]
You should just focus on the devour part for now.
[ So, that's a yes. John has his full permission to... completely ravage him, honestly. ]
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from TDM/March - for G'raha
[ It takes a few more thrusts, John's hips chasing after the event horizon of his pleasure before he feels the shift within his own strange altered anatomy and rocks forward as the knot expands just inside of G'raha and he feels his release with a low rumbling sound that almost seems to make both of them shake with it. G'raha will feel it, heavy ropes of it shooting inside of him, filling him, plugged by the knot to keep it within. John doesn't tug on the knot, choosing instead to grind his cock a long G'raha's insides as he goes, leaning down to start pressing kisses as he murmurs growled praise to his little omega. ]
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Gods, [ is all he manages in a soft, reverent whisper, reaching up with suddenly heavy arms to drape them around John as best he can, urging him closer, urging him to, perhaps, stay a while even after his knot goes down. ]
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from after dark for Sun Jingyi
[ Thankfully, John's not actually that pushy. Not these days, anyway. ]
Sure. I'll be there. Anything I should do or keep in mind?
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[ With that, Jingyi drops the chat. She leaves the precise location of the many small bars along the casino floor, picking the most lavish one of the choices.
By the time of their agreed-upon meeting, Jingyi is already in the casino floor trying her luck on some games. She looks at the bar to see if John is there, remembering him solely from the photo on his profile and her senses radiating throughout the casino floor, allowing her to feel the presence of a cosmic being entering.
Whether he goes straight to the bar itself or takes his time to roam the floor, Jingyi will suddenly appear next to him. ]
There you are. In the flesh.
[ She chose her words deliberately, quietly referring to his nature underneath that mortal coil. Jingyi speaks while looking ahead of her, watching the luxurious spectacle around them rather than focusing on him. She fits the atmosphere, wearing a simple yet luxurious combination of a white button-up shirt and a pencil skirt. ]
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from TDM/March - for Reno
[ It's not that Reno looks fragile; Reno looks human. And while humans are so much stronger, so much more resilient, so much more beautiful and wondrous than he ever knew in his life before Arthur... they're still (relatively) fragile when you remember being a multidimensional being and you're not sure how much your control is shot from this interesting adjustment.
In short: rough stuff later.
The kisses, though, those aren't fragile. Those are intense, claiming the other man's mouth, hands moving to shift fabric and, if needed, tear it to get to his prize. And when something presses against his aching hole, it's thicker than his fingers. Thicker and longer. And, muscles clenched, not from strain from from restraint, John will take his time letting Reno sink down until he's in to the hilt, deep enough for Reno to feel in his throat, as John lets out a low rumble into their shared kisses. ]
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It's also why he moans the moment he feels the tip of John's cock against his entrance, stretching and eventually breaching the muscle, and Reno throws his own head back against the tree to let out another loud moan.
But Reno doesn't take his time. He's impatient, he has a need, stronger than any need he has ever felt before, and he pushed himself down at once, taking John's cock completely at once, and pauses for a moment, just to enjoy the feeling of being filled so beautifully by the alpha's cock.]
Fuck .. that's too good ..
[His voice is strained, full of want, and he can't help that he pushes himself up with his legs, pushing his ass up enough that John's length almost slips out of him, before he lets himself basically fall back down to take all of him in again, feeling a shiver running up his spine as every nerve in his body seems to be set on fire.]
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from June Truth-or-Dare: Uta
[ A note of confusion. ]
'Stripped down'?
Truth.
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What’s one thing you miss about where you came from?
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from June Truth-or-Dare: Victor
Is there something else you'd like to talk about? Or
Truth.
If you want to ask me more questions.
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You've already answered, so I believe it is my turn to do so. Truth. [ Like he would ever do a dare. ]
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from June Truth-or-Dare: Shigaraki
I have had many names. But that is the name that I was given that I chose.
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from June Truth-or-Dare: Kleken
...yeah, that doesn't really clear things up.
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text ◆ un: graha
Have you been able to enjoy this month's festivities as of yet?
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I woke up in the fun house, yes. And I've been trying things. Most of it has been enjoyable. Some of it... less so.
What about you?
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