#korosuba

[darkestaken]

❝ i do love to see a man BEG under me. ❞

[rustimko]

There’s four of them now.

[darkestaken]

[darkestaken]

She gets a text in the middle of the evening, shortly after ruckus in the streets.

[ SMS: Nicolai ] Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong.

[ SMS: Nicolai ] Gym leaders need their hands, don't they? Don't think you'd wanna lose a few fingers.

SHE KNOWS; she's plenty aware. hard to not be, what with THE GIANT FUCKING BUILDING ERECT IN THE MIDDLE OF LUMIOSE that was most probably COMPENSATING for something.

but strelitzia was always one to get THE LAST LAUGH, no matter what. so she'll start with this.

( txt ) ↪ who dis

[darkestaken]

how i be looking telling lucian to send me asks

[darkestaken]

The knot that keeps his tie together is careful but firm, sure enough to hold as it's laid over her eyes in a makeshift blindfold. She doesn't look bad from this angle, not at all, pinned against his desk with his weight on her back. "You've been mouthy today," the murmur goes pressed against her nape, kissed, while his thumb runs along her lower lip. It slips into her mouth, uncaring for her teeth, pad against her tongue. "Put it to better use."

UNPROMPTED. ↪ accepting. // @korosuba

❝ aaw, DID I PISS YOU OFF ? ❞ she asks as if she doesn't know the answer, doesn't already know which buttons to push. strelitzia smiles the same way one would while playing a game, because THIS VERY MUCH WAS, and the tone of her voice doesn't hide any of it.

SHE GIVES A SHOVE, testing the strength of his grip around her wrists. tight. ❝ i'm sooo sorry corbeau, ❞ she's cut off by his finger, lets her canine run against the skin a little too hard, a little too rough, before closing her lips around it fully, sucking earnestly. HE SHOULD KNOW BETTER, she bites down hard on it. she can't see him, but she doesn't need to: she reads him like a book.

❝ thought it took more to get the MIGHTY HONCHO all worked up. ❞

[darkestaken]

💭 good evening girl

PROMPT. ↪ not accepting.

HE MAKES ME SICK. folds his hands like a slimey business man, stinks of CIGARETTES AND BOOZE, and he makes me sick. HE MAKES ME SICK. HE MAKES ME SICK. HE MAKES ME SICK.

... why do i even go back ? UGH ... i should text him.

[darkestaken]

💋 yeagh

PROMPT. ↪ accepting.

he kisses her rough, sharp teeth grazing on lips, with a rough hold on her hips; her legs find his sides almost instinctively, giving a squeeze, keeping him close. SHE CAN FEEL HIM SEEK MORE, licking the blood on her tongue, coating from her nose, lone shark on the hunt and waiting for the killing blow.

❝ HAH. ❞ strelitzia's laugh is breathless, hand tangled in his hair, pulling just enough so he can let her breathe. ❝ you're so fuckin' messy. ❞ she drags a disheveled strand of hair behind his ear with a finger. LOOK AT HIM, BECOMING UNKEPT.

❝ freak. ❞