#archaievist

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[oziimandias]

@archaievist grinned, “Howdy cowboy.”

When Psi fell in with Eliza's sort, he wasn't expecting to end up spending most of his time in her ship. Sitting with his legs crossed, heels on the table, arms folded, he pretended not to notice when she came in. The sourness of his mood, however, waned slightly, if only to see her sunny disposition upon seeing him once again.

"I should be saying that to you." With a flick of his second left thumb, a bit of ash cascaded off the end of his lit cigarette. "Another successful run?"

As he spoke, smoke leaked out in loose threads from the nasal openings in his gums.

"I'm coming next time. Not up for negotiation. You can't keep me locked up in here forever."

That verbiage was particular.

[nctmnstr]

@archaievist - Mon Cœur, Ma Tout-Tout @pamivie - T-Fleur, T-Lierre

[vercren]

"You're agitated. Do you need a cup of tea?"

WHAT A SURPRISE. Had she just come into his office unannounced? Did Nancy simply let her pass without checking? For sure she wasn't even at her desk and smoking outside again. That secretary... Jared lips parted surprised, gasping inaudibly at the sight of her. Her red hair illuminated by the neon lights above her head.

He quickly got up, adjusting his tousled hair and loose tie. "Uhm I'm sorry... had- had I known you'd come... I would have..." He looked around. His desk was pretty messy. Lots of papers everywhere. His suit jacket thrown across the seat casually hanging from one side. Some coffee stains on the carpet. "Please take a seat!" he said nervously, offering her the leather couch he just rested on.

[hcllraiser]

16. how vocal is your muse when intimate?

Gag his ass because he's not shutting the fuck up. He'll moan, groan, talk dirty, praise, tease and torment the entire fucking time, then down a cigar afterwords like it was the most mundane shit of his life.

[niratias]

you coming? (For Thad)

"Yes- just one moment." He's finishing up buttoning his high-collared shirt- the sort he's chosen specifically for its distinct collar and the fact he's never expected to wear a tie with it. He hates the feeling of constriction around his neck. This is an easy way to avoid the problem entirely. He grabs his long coat, slings it over his broad shoulders, and exits the bedroom to join Elizabeth.

She's a picture in that dress. He pauses to look her up and down, a smile playing across his lips. That's approval if there's ever been any out of him, reserved though he tends to be. He offers his arm.

They've got tickets to the orchestra this evening, up in a suite where they'll be able to enjoy the performance or talk quietly if they want to without disturbing others. Sivana's assured her the rest of the people who will be present are friends. Colleagues, even.

The orchestra with a pack of supervillains? That's fun if there's ANY to be had in this damnable city.

two words

[anthromimicry-a]

This is an entirely new experience for her. Another egg slips into her already expanding tummy and another moan slips from her mouth. Eliza takes Misao's hand and firmly puts it on her stomach. "You did this to me," she whispers, "I know I can fit more."

unprompted usfw fun stuff

it doesn't matter as much to misao how they got to this point anymore, so much as that they were at it at all, but if you were to ask? well, that night, misao had expressed an interest in having sex with eliza; specifically to 'fill her up.' and the other was curious about this as, according to her own bank of knowledge, misao lacked what some might argue as being the necessary thing to do that. but that was when the jorōgumo told her that she had different forms and she could produce eggs — which she had had a fantasy or two about relating to her stuffing them into eliza's womb.

and as they say, the rest was pretty much history. because now, misao's beautiful girlfriend was laying underneath her, her calves tied to her thighs securely with silk and her shoulders being tied back in a 'one rope strappado' type of style. that was nothing compared to the sight of seeing eliza's belly swell with each egg pushed up through her cervix, as well as hearing every little moan and groan that her girlfriend let out at the insertion of one of the eggs. it gave misao a feeling that could only be described as insane baby fever and love for her adorable partner.

she was doing this with her pedipalps, which stroked eliza's walls as she delivered the eighth egg she had into the other's womb, making her stomach even more distended. there was a finite amount of space in there and due to the medium sized nature of misao's eggs, the ones already in eliza seemingly tested the limits of the space within it. but as soon as her hand was put on eliza's stomach, the roundness of her stomach soon meeting her touch, misao imagined her eggs actually being viable and growing more within eliza.

this was something that made the smile already on her face become a grin as she caresses the other's big egg-filled belly, licking her lips. ❝ oh, honey... i hope you know that if i add another one of my eggs to your womb, i won't be able to take my hands off of you for a while. i'd be fingering you, using my strap-on with the cum-tube in it on you, and plugging you up to keep all of that inside of you while i play with your breasts until they're swollen beyond comprehension. but with how much you're begging for one more egg from me, i don't suppose you'd mind that, would you? ❞

misao massaged eliza's belly and grabbed another egg she had laid, teasing her entrance with the egg by rubbing it across her folds with her pedipalps. ❝ fuck, you are just so gorgeous like this. i can't possibly deny you. ❞ she began to press the egg slowly into her, only to thrust it back and forth between her walls, wanting to see eliza's reaction to that. misao was definitely getting into the more roleplay side of things now as she told her, ❝ you're going to be such a good mommy to our kids... ❞

[replicae]

"When I get out of here-" the redhead shakes with rage, covered in burns from the iron binding her.

"You say that like you're not staying here until we're finished finding out everything we can about you, girlie." Zeno retorts simply, not even bothering to look the woman's way as she struggles in her confines. He doesn't need to. He can hear her outbursts just fine and he's more interested in reading her files anyway, gleaning what he can from the scientist's reports. Eliza apparently wasn't human. The burns from simply touching iron confirmed that and it was a bizarre anomaly that just begged for closer observation. The clone goes back to reading as she seethes, devouring knowledge with the vague curiosity of a person going through a menu. Biology had been more of the original Wesker's thing, how Albert would dissect a particularly interesting specimen without hesitation if only to find out what made it tick and Zeno was only perturbed to realize he wasn't so different from his predecessor in this small way, albeit far less talented. Pity. He did need something interesting to do between missions. "Struggle all you want. You're just making it worse for yourself." He only adds, nodding to the angry welts and burns around Eliza's svelte wrists.