#☯ {Dreams of a ruined world: Arknights} ☯

[waningheart]

💳 - Play strip poker with my muse  It's a party and Jester, Tenzou, Anvil, and Zephyr are all there - but Anvil is losing and Tenzou isnt far behind

I dont think any girls showed up... (or did they)

@dcviated || Lewd(?) Shenanigans

     “Hmmmmm....”

It’s was a rigged game from the start,  now wasn’t it? Those two across the table were obviously leagues above their capabilities in terms of experience. Didn’t help that he was still confused on the basic ruling of the games and thought strip poker was.... well the name of the game, not that it was literal. Tenzou seems ahead but.... that funny hat of his. Everyone can see it’s weird expression so... why didn’t he take it off as the first article yet?

No. Steel himself alone. Tenzou has to go down on his own ship. A tie from Jester, nothing from Zephyr so far, and he’s down to pants and a bracer already. It’s a game of deceit and luck no doubt, an art that hasn’t been practiced in quite sometime for him. Breath is held, a moment of tension between the group. Cards revealed and.... ah crap! Another losing hand!?

     “Have I mentioned my growing dislike for this game?”

Bracer goes flying off into the clothes pile (which he swore was bigger a moment ago), leaving him with nothing but pants and the undergarments beneath. Cards shuffled back in and redistributed again. He’d like to think they’re cheating somehow and someway, but there’s a lack of proof for that claim. At least that he’s caught thus far. The prospect of being naked among his peers didn’t bother him but...

Well he can hear the door unlocking? Was... Was their meant to be someone else playing with them. An awkward pause, a slowly blink from the liberi (and a wave of the Sarkaz to the side) as a female vixen stands at the doorway. Oh dear heavens, his Tenzou even here at the moment or did he vanish somehow when a girl arrived?

     “Oh! More people than I had expected but the more the merrier I suppose! Sorry I’m late, was busy out in the medical ward when I got the text and... and...”

An brief silence as her eyes remain fixed on something in the background, causing the group to all fixate their attention to where the pile of clothes had been. Emphasis on the had been part, in now what seems to be a sparse pile in that moment of interruption. Arms wrapping around the remainder of clothes, facial features appearing in the wall.

An eerie smile from the figure, slowly slipping back into the wall as all the their (Tenzou and Anvil’s) clothes vanish without a trace. Silence hovers briefly before Anvil slowly slides across the table in aggravation, realizing he won’t be seeing that pair of clothes again. A grumble, head tilting towards the other two still dressed individuals.

 “Have I mentioned my growing dislike for this game!?”

[waningheart]

What is Anvil's favorite thing about women? And yes, I do mean physically/sexually so no modest personality deflecting his way out of it.

@dcviated invaded personal privacy!

     “Ah, so now we’re getting really invasive about this. Unfortunate. So... problem is when it comes to physical appearances I can’t say I’m exactly choosy on it. I guess I lean towards average or larger busts but other than that... I’m fairly bland... or rather broad, in that regard to be honest and like them all. Tall or Short girls. Lengthy hair and not. I think I can appreciate just about all of it. Not giving a spectrum example though. It’s.... it’s pretty large who I’d be attracted to physically. Which is most of the females really.      Personality though I’ve got covered. I seem to have an unnatrual draw towards assertive and stubborn woman. Stubborn doesn’t particularly mean rude though, just to clarify. Kal’tsit and Gravel fit the spectrum despite opposite demeanors for an example. Kal’sit is blunt and logical while being unmoving. Gravel is fleeting and really affectionate but it’s impossible to budge her stance either. Just attracted to that kind of personality I guess, even if I’m always clashing with them. It’s.... kind of fun when it’s brought to the bedroom too. Wrestling the director is exciting regardless of who wins the lead.”

    “Now that’s out of the way, think fast Bear!”

 Catch 22, you didn’t expect to leave alive now did you?

[waningheart]

@babelmedic || from here

He can feel his heart pounding in his ears. Was it from the excitement of the situation, or soaring straight out of his depths and into the unknown? Well why can’t it be both? Sharing a tender moment with someone he’d go as far to exclaim as a lover. It’s an entirely new experience for him.

Leading his what he called for, but it wouldn’t go as far as to be considered attempting to dominate or tame the lynx. Even in a situation such as this his nature shines tried and true.Even when being affronted by this storm of emotions, hands gliding across his figure. He follows the natural flow of everything. Shirt tossed away into the background without so much a thought.

Being caressed... an involuntary shiver runs down his back. Feels strange to be wanted in any capacity. Hands firmly grope her rear, hosting her up once they reach their destination. Arm traveling up her back, trailing along her clothed spine while the other stays put. Exploring his options in his first journey to discovering her body. Such as that cute bobtail he’s never really gotten to mess with. The tides of affection refusing to wane as lips travel upward and... then it hits him... something he wants to say first while his sense are with him.

     “Kal’tsit...” Was there a reason for the pause in his speech? Was he having second guesses? No, that’s hardly even considered in his mind. Train is running along the tracks and it would take some time now to bring it to a complete halt. Still he’s glad his face can’t become anymore flushed than it already is right now. It’s not the situation that’s got him flustered. It’s...

     “I love you. I just... wanted you to know that.”

That. That’s what’s go him worked up. This moment is just reminding him now, to say it. To be wanted as a person rather than for her talents, gifts, or power. Has he said it to her before, in a concise straight forward way until now? It stumbles the moment every so slightly, Hand traveling upward of her uniform Leaning back for but a moment. A gentle tug of encouragement, inviting her to strip down with him now.

[waningheart]

❛  i want you to take control.  ❜ ( Kal to Anvil )

@babelmedic || Careless Whispers; Accepting

"You're okay, right Kal'tsit? Comfortable with that idea?"

There's a very slow blink, posture straightening up ever so briefly to lock eyes. A soft hum in contemplation as he attempts to gain insight of the lynx. A hand placed on her forehead to ensure she wasn't suffering some type of major fever. He has fun with either role, but for her to give it up so... effortlessly. It creates a lull certainly but his concern did come front and center.

It doesn't take long once he's confirmed it though. Leaning in and lightly peppering her cheeks affectionately. Lust doesn't flow freely from him like it might most, not without an external force giving it a push. That doesn't ever stop his affection from budding freely and going from there though.

A gentle coerce, leaning into the medic and giving them no choice. Hands pinned against the bed as he slowly trails slowly further along. Pecking along the cheeks travels down, biting and kissing along her exposed neck. It's strange to not feel nearly as much resistance from her, all while she tries to stifle her voice. No, that fact that even if she lets him lead but doesn't relax only spurs him in further then. More fervor, hands loosening their grip only pull away. To start pulling away layers of clothing. If she couldn't be honest with herself, at least her body would always remain truthful...

[waningheart]

👙 ( Kal to Anvil )

@babelmedic || Lewd(?) Shenanigans - Catch my muse half naked accidentally 

There was a sound of running water is what wakes him from his slumber. Did... he forget to turn off the water last night? A faint recall of using the restroom but... he normally wasn't so wasteful. Why it was against his very nature to do so. A slow blink, eyes gazing at the floor for a bit longer.

Thankfully he's a quick one to awaken, a creature of the morning. Hauling himself to his feet, it sounds a lot more than just a simple faucet from the sink. A whole shower running? This early? The door flings right open, actions before thoughts could surmise what or who just might be in here. It's a little too late though, seeing a specific lynx partially disrobed before him.

There's that look of neutrality on her, but eyes don't seem to immediately take note of that. They're pinned, of only for a fragment of time, to her perky bosom. No thoughts flow, in admiration or otherwise. Steam. Was it the showers or his own fuming self? Features don't collapse beyond all reason, but there's a certain flush to paint his cheeks like always.

'Be calm, be calm...'

"Well would you... haha... uhhh... I was just.... huh..." Well it seems that as far is accidents are concerned, still seems to be highly effective and shorting down that brain of his. Still an improvement compared to prior years! Normally he would have collapsed in a some sort of over stimulation, now words are merely lost to him!

He's just pointing back to the door, shuffling his feet back back out of his own bathroom. It's difficult to tell how genuine it is. He's certainly making haste for certain but... he never really seemed to keep his eyes off her outside the brief moment of entrance. Doesn't particularly matter though, a less than graceful turn and even less flattering tumble onto the floor. Certainly a charming man.

[waningheart]

A hand grabs Anvil's arm, pulling him away. By none other than Blaze, who shushes the blacksmith. "Its me, cutie." Expression ever playful: a cheerful grin, orbs glowing akin to flames. Pinning the other against the wall. "Wanna mutually ditch work for a few hours?" Ever elite operator questions, loosing her clothes, giving him a sneak peek.

No Lewds in this house || @chaintimeless

It’s often enough to get dragged away like this that he doesn’t even put up a resistance. To where the fline drags him is anyone’s guess, but it always spells some kind of disaster and this time seems no different. A secluded section of the landship it seems, in only hushed whispers as she pins him against the wall. Ah, so he followed her into a trap. Of the sexually deviant kind. If he was anything like that Aegir or Liberi he made the scooter for he might have willingly fell to temptations. She is attractive and quite possibly right up his alley but...

     “So this is how the Elite of the Elite are, huh? Quite frankly I’m sad to say I’m disappointed Blaze. You couldn’t even finish your work faster so you could ask me, instead you suggest we DITCH work instead. That’s quite bottom of the barrel work ethics from you.”

Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. The liberi is entirely unperturbed by this turn of events. Hardly his first rodeo now, he can even say he’s developed a tolerance towards the ongoing shows of nudity that make themselves present almost weekly here. So a simple flash of what’s to come... is well not nearly as enticing as it was two years ago. It shouldn’t be possible, but for once it seems the smith has mastered his own libido now. Even worse it’s that rolled up newspaper being projected. A move he had learned from a certain director.

Thwap!

     “Blaze, I suggest you get back to work. I’m not going to rat you out but you definitely have a reputation to hold. It would definitely be awful if this were to spread. Put your boobs back up.”