#muse: kazuichi soda

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Perhaps Gundham would come to regret such an offer once learning of just how high Kazuichi's sex drive was, it only getting worse once he'd started hormones. Or well...maybe not, seeing Gundham was a young man himself and he did so love to dote on his sharp-toothed partner, no doubt Kaz only having to bat his eyes and pout at most in order to get that sort of attention from the breeder.

Having become distracted by the moment, Kazuichi missed the initial press against his entrance, the suprise of it bringing a squeak out of him that quickly shifted to a breathy moan at not just the feeling of the breeder, but the sounds he had made just entering him.

"Holy fucking shit oh my god-" A long string of words babbled through stuttering lungs, Kaz's nails dug into Gundham's shoulders where they sought something to hold on to as he adjusted to this new, but welcome stretch, any pain very quickly shifting to pleasure as a shudder ran along his spine. "You are so much bigger than any of my toys, holy fuck-"

And while that might sound as if it was boarding a complaint, it would become clear rather quickly that this was a welcome ache that Kaz would readily admit he was already becoming addicted to.

"'s so fucking good-" Head flopping back against the pillows, hair sprawled out in a messy puff around him, Kaz looked up to Gundham with a hazy sort of reverence in his eyes, a laugh being near lost through a heavy breath and a happy little grin as fingers idly played with the hair on the breeder's neck. "You gonna fuck me or what, Mister Overlord?"

The rolling of eyes only brought a laugh bubbling out of Kaz's chest, his head tilting up to nuzzle his nose against the breeder's cheek in a form of apology. "Yeah, that sounds like Miu. I keep telling her to leave you alone, but you know how she is." At least, on the surface, he would know. There were very few people that were allowed to see the real Miu, something Kaz had drawn in comparison to Gundham himself whenever things felt just a little too tense between the two. They didn't have to get along, and he didn't expect them to be friends, but it always made him sad when people he cared about misunderstood one another.

"Aw, does my big bad Overlord not like to share?" A rhetorical question, seeing as Kazuichi knew first hand how unwilling Gundham was to let others encroach on what he'd deemed 'his'. "That's okay, I don't either." He felt special being the only one to see this side of Gundham, to leave others guessing what his stoic loner of a boyfriend was like once getting past all that chunni-stuff.

"Guess you better make good on your title then, huh?" A hint of a joke, though it was a veil over a very real desire. "Show me what the Ultimate Breeder can do."

[the-ultimate-muses]

@despairs-memorial liked for a starter uwu (X)

Kazuchi wasn't one to get into fights, often seeking to disengage completely if it all possible. Fighting back wasn't something he was used to, it often leading to far worse pain than if he'd just let it happen. For him to start a fight was near unheard of, there really only being one thing to get him angry enough to do so, and that was protecting his friends. While Gundham wasn't a friend friend, more of a....yeah, he still didn't know, and was sort of afraid to ask. It didn't really matter anyways, not like they were broadcasting it, Kaz sure most people didn't even pay them any mind.

He really hoped it stayed that way after the tussle he'd gotten himself into, but it was a bit too late now to have regrets. Nor did he even feel any regret over it, and maybe that should concern him a little, but the only thing Kaz was capable of feeling in that moment was anger.

Even now, that's all he was really able to feel, the mechanic just having left the Headmaster's office after a long talking to. Seeing him in such a state was so abnormal that there were students clearing from his path as he made his way out of the school's main building with the intention of heading to his garage and lose himself in some work until he could calm down.

The world had different plans though, and while Gundham was the last person he wanted seeing him like this; not only still fuming, but also bleeding and bruised, a cut on his lip where his teeth had caught, slowly purpling knuckles, and dirt staining his clothes, it gave him just that.

"If you're here to give me shit too, I don't wanna fucking hear it." Was out of his mouth before he could even think of curbing his anger as he pushed past the breeder now blocking his path. Kazuichi didn't even know if Gundham knew of the fight beyond just now seeing Kaz in the aftermath of it, with this being a far cry than how he shattered after an altercation with his father.

"The asshole deserved it. I'd hit him again if I fucking could."

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Open RP - Kazuichi Soda

“Bet’cha ten bucks I can crush this watermelon between my thighs!!”

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@magiirealism cont. from (X)

It took Kazuichi a moment to realize Dalva wasn't joking, the mechanic left simply staring at the Viera in a beat of silence before laughter overtook him. "Holy shit, and they say I'm dense when it comes to this stuff." Sliding off the counter where he had been perched while watching the other man cook, the human-formed wolf instead found a new resting spot where his arms draped around Dalva's shoulders the best they could with their difference in height.

"I'm talkin' to you, Dalva. Do you see anyone else in here? Literally anyone else?" Another laugh, the teasing good natured as Kaz stood on his toes in an effort to get closer to the Viera's lips, but he was hopeless to reach on his own unless Dalva would be so kind as to bend down just a bit. "So, now that we got that out 'f the way: Do you, Dalva, wanna make out with me, Kaz?"

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Open RP - Kazuichi Soda

Amongst the ruin and rumble of the wasteland was an undeniable little sunspot, Kaz's hair still near totally pink, and jumpsuit, though stained with oil and grease from those old years working in his garage, still stood a vibrant blue compared to the destruction of the landscape around it. The newly emerged vault dweller was clearly a little jumpy, his head picking up periodically to flit his gaze around the landscape at every little noise he heard as he poked about the insides of a dilapidated car.

At the crunch of a stick he spun around quick, nearly falling over as his hand fumbled for his pistol at his belt in what was supposed to be a quick draw, his head frantically turning about as he tried to locate the source of the noise. "W-Who's there?" It was spoken on instinct, the weapon shaky in the mechanic's hands as his back pressed against the car. He couldn't die so soon after leaving the vault, that would just be pathetic. "I-I'm not afraid to use this, j-just so you know!" Smooth.

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@lemon-scented-memories moving for Smut >:3c (X)

Starting out as a breathy gasp at the sudden rolling of hips, Kaz could only sputter out a laugh at the breeder's retort. "You're kidding, right? Fuyu yelled at me on and off for like an hour last week because I kept staring at you during gym. Said he hated having t' deal with it, so I told him to quit watching. Sore nose I got when he threw the damn dodgeball at my face was so worth it." Sure, they had been on the same team, but the shade of red he'd gotton Fuyuhiko to turn while living to tell the tale counted as a victory to him.

"Aaaanyways, we should probably get going. Curfew and all that, you know how Taka can be." Another tease all the while he kissed along the breeder's jaw, Kaz looking to see if he could rile Gundham up all the more before they got back to their dorm, or if he'd actually reached his breaking point there on the side of the road.

"You gonna let me go, babe?" A funny question to ask after leaving a playful nip of sharp teeth where jaw met neck, seeing as Kazuichi could very easily slide back into his own seat if he really wanted to.

[the-ultimate-muses]

@despairs-memorial cont. from (X)

Back against a tree as his lighter flicked to life, Kaz took a moment to simply breathe now that the din of the party was behind him. Watching the smoke curl up into the tree's branches before disappearing beyond the leaves, it took a moment for him to register the steps coming towards him. Very familar steps that he'd become accustomed to over time.

A grin was on his face even before he'd turned to face the breeder, his cigarette being snuffed out beneath his shoe (note to self: pick that up so Ibuki doesn't get pissy at him again) as he drew in close to Gundham, oh so near, but still not touching quite yet. "Heya babe, Sonia drag you here again?" He wasn't trying to tease, the mechanic simply friendly by nature, but it was hard to ignore just how his body languge changed when Gundham was in his company with idle hands coming up to fiddle with the man's scarf.

"I still got the key to 'buk's room, if you wanna go someplace quiet 'n all."

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@princessonia cont. from (X)

Now Kazuichi knew he must look terrible for Sonia to be speaking to him, the mechanic left to wonder how she ended up drawing the short straw to be the one to bring him the medication despite the lackluster way he had treated her in the past. He had tried to make up for it after it was brought to his attention he was being inappropriate by Hajime and Fuyuhiko, first with an apology and then by keeping his distance as much as he could. This was the first time they had interreacted in quite some time, and were Kaz’s vision not swimming thanks to his fever, he would have felt anxious about messing up.

It took a moment for his head to lift from his desk, his glossy eyes staring at the medicine with a blink or two before his head was set back down to the wooden surface with a rather painful sounding thud. “Don’ need it, ’m not sick...” He couldn’t pay Mikan back for the medicine, so he wasn’t about to take it, it was why he hadn’t bought some himself. He would be fine without it, especially since he wasn’t sick. This was just allergies or something, it would clear up by the end of the day, he just had to power through it. He had no choice, there were things that needed to be done at his workshop after class, not to mention he had to help out at the bike shop later. If he skipped out on that, his dad would surely have something to say about it later....

[the-ultimate-muses]

Kaz loved her, he really did, part of him knowing why she'd offered to share a room, it being the same part that knew she wasn't going to take no easily. He didn't want to say no, but...

"Babe..." A sigh as the panel to his arm was reattached, the mechanic then giving a testing flex of joints before putting his metallic palm on the top of his empty soda can and crushing it flat against the table with just a simple press against it. "I'm still trying to figure out what the fuck this thing can do. You know I had a compartment right here filled with fucking sunflower seeds? I don't know if the Devas put them there somehow, or if even while fucked in the head I kept snacks for them on me.

"Movie night...does sound great though, might be good for us. Maybe I can scrounge up some old Disney movie or some shit with nothing but feel good vibes. Like the stuff we used to watch when we were high! And...and you hadn't accidentally eaten a whole fucking tray of brownies because I'm a dumbass that left them on the counter."

"My arms still work, babe."

She shrugged, she could probably hold him down if it came to it, but..

Really, she'd face it all if she had to. She couldn't fucking stand sleeping alone in that room anymore- No distractions from the horrors she saw even when her eyes were open. People torn and mangled, some recognisable, some.. Little more than monsters.

Still, she wasn't about to go and say it. All the venom she had spit while her mind wasn't her own... Takara wasn't sure she could handle it if anyone looked at her with that horror in their eyes again, even if it was born from concern.

"... Maybe we could set up some kind of movie night.. Y'know. Like we used to?"

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Tokyo Horror Hana casually scratches Kaz's eyes out, like he's always wanted <3333

"Oh god! If only I could have seen this coming!!"

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im not saying kaz is Perfect for cockwarming but 👏Hes👏 Perfect👏 For 👏Cockwarming👏👏👏

[the-ultimate-muses]

"If somebody doesn't feed me in the next twenty minutes I'm making it everyone else's fucking problem."

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Gundham had just been about to insist that Nagito answer his question aloud when he'd beaten him to the punch, a series of kisses now pressed from shoulder to ear where he happily purred out a “Good boy” in reward once reaching it. A warning bite was quick to follow that, however, once Nagito started to layer undeserved praise unto them. “Ahahah, not so fast, my dear.” A tut that was then finished by Kazuichi, already knowing where the breeder was headed with it. “Yeah man, we haven’t even done anything yet. You act like we're put out doin’ this. You wouldn't be here if we didn't want this just as much, you know? Plus, I asked to be here, remember? And before you say I'm just here for Gunnie, it's not his mind I'm about to fuckin’ blow, is it?” A cocky smirk pulled at Kaz's lips, Gundham himself giving a fond roll of his eyes before a slight tilt of his head in gesture, one that apparently Kazuichi knew the meaning of, seeing as he was halfway down Nagito's shaft before one could even blink. 

For once, Kaz wasn't all just talk, the mechnic no choking amateur when it came to sucking dick. Having trained down his gag reflex, any more teasing was forgone in favor of taking Nagito as far down his throat as he could all at once, his hands keeping the lucky student's thighs apart while Gundham's made sure hips stayed still. Just one of them would have been strong enough to keep Nagito from moving around too much, both equally strong thanks to their talents, but there seemed to be a silent agreeance that it would be a task they shared, simply for a thrill of it. 

“Now you may praise him, if you wish.” A deep rumble of words from Gundham as he watched Kazuichi bob his head with almost a need to please them. And fuck was that true. “I believe you will find he is quite fond of it…” Something that was affirmed with a moan from Kaz as one of Gundham's hands ruffled his hair for a moment before returning to Nagito's hip. “Do not concern yourself with being too rough, as well. He will be more upset if you are not.” Another desperate little sound from Kazuichi, his fingers flexing where they gripped at Nagito's thighs as if asking for such treatment. He'd beg for it if he could.

@wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight continued from this ask.

With Gundham's 'habit' of using sex as a show of dominance -- something Teruteru, Kazuichi, and even Fuyuhiko could attest to first hand-- it really was no surprise he'd found a way to get Nagito on his knees for him. It's more of a surprise that it hadn't happened sooner, really.

What was also a surprise was that Kazuichi had wanted to join in-

Okay, no it wasn't. Ever since coming out as bi and learning how to calm the hell down when it came to literally everything, Kaz had found he was more than a bit of a whore. Gundham had been a hatefuck even before he had come out, of which had helped him realize that he wasn't as straight as he had convinced himself to be.

He liked being at someone's mercy, what a fuckin' surprise.

Sometimes he did like to be in charge, if only a little bit, and watching as Gundham shut and locked his dorm door after a rather blunt proposition to the other two boys (First catching Nagito after class, and then Kaz on their way to the dorms, the mechnic simply knowing what was about to transpire) he decided he totally got where the breeder was coming from with the whole 'I'm better than you, you're the dirt beneath my boots, worship me' Thing.

If he wasn't sure of his part to play before, he definitely knew what he wanted now.

Snaking his arms around Nagito's waist from behind, Kaz pressed his already half hard member against his backside, those sharp teeth giving the faintest of nibbles at the pale skin where shoulder and neck met. "Soooo, what're we gonna do to 'im?"

Gundham gave a chuckle at Kaz's eagerness as coat and scarf were removed, a plan able to fully form in his mind now that he knew Kaz would be his partner in this instead of Nagito's. For now, at least. Gundham wouldn't be surprised if the mechnic broke down and begged to be fucked somewhere down the line, almost hoping it would come to pass. How pretty he sounded when was pleading to be touched...

"I was thinking we would allow our guest to choose, seeing as it was not our original plan for a third. Not that it's unwelcome, mind you." The reassurance was quick, Gundham not liking the nervous look that fell across Kaz's face, like he had inconvenienced them or something.

"What say you, Cursed One?" Low in tone, heavy boots made their way to the pair in slow, calculated steps, Gundham's hand reaching up to grip at Nagito's chin to force his attention his way. "The Tamer of Automatons is quite clever with that tongue of his, though mine is not to be disserviced either." Purred, Nagito's head was titled up as Gundham leaned just a breath away from his lips, all the while Kaz pressed nipping kisses along his throat. He wasn't breaking skin, not yet, but it was a show at just how dangerous those teeth could be.

"Or perhaps you wish for one of us to fuck you, the other taking this pretty little mouth of yours. Or you us? I would not be opposed to having you on your knees before me, and neither would Kazuichi, I do believe. Though I am not one to submit so easily, if that is the path you wish to tread. Kazuichi on the other hand..." Sputtered protest rang over Nagito's shoulder, even if it was true, quickly silenced with a pointed look of darkened eyes, that had Kaz swallowing hard.

"Well? What do you wish of us?"

                     the proposition had initially surprised him, but it was one komaeda was eager to accept. honored, to accept even. excitement stirring up within him even before souda had been invited to join in as well. something that komaeda also wasn't opposed to in the slightest. to have one of them interested in something like this was one thing... but both of them?

                     he felt so lucky!

                     breath hitches in his throat as he feels souda pressed up against him, body tensed in anticipation. just the feeling of lips and teeth on his skin is enough to get him worked up. how hard he's already gotten would be embarrassing were he capable of being embarrassed by such a thing. thankfully for him, he's not. even though that, too, would probably be a turn-on...

                     eyes stay locked onto tanaka as he removes his coat and scarf, eager to hear the answer to souda's question. but rather than receive one, the onus on answering is given to him.

                     the pounding in his chest increases as his chin is grabbed; his eyes locking with tanaka's, his eagerness shining clearly within them. he swallows visibly as his options are listed, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. he could never make one of them submit to him, of that he's certain. if they were some nobodies, sure, but that wasn't the case. they were chosen people — symbols of hope — the ultimates specially chosen to attend this academy. to attempt to take control in a situation like this would be impudent — it was ridiculous to even consider.

                     ‶  i couldn't possibly ask you guys to service someone so unworthy.  ″ it wasn't his place — but he doesn't sound disheartened by it. no, he was quite content with this role in this world. the one only he believed that he had. he smiles, almost softly, his hand coming to rest on tanaka's shoulder for the time being.  ‶  i wouldn't mind you both using me for your own pleasure. actually — i insist!  ″

                     it's not as if komaeda is one to hand things over easily; not often, at least. he likes to challenge, he likes to see them overcome the odds and come out the other end even better than before. as much as he claims to want to be useful to them all — for them to use him — a stepladder could hardly be called a stepladder if you didn't have to climb it.

                     ‶  please, feel free to do whatever you want to me. though, i can't promise i'll give anything up for free either.  ″ a laugh mixes with his last words, light and airy —  almost a little mischievous. naturally, he knows he can be moved around by either of these two no problem. he's weak and frail, easily picked up — pinned down — thrown around — you name it. still, it's fun to play a more teasing role every now and then.  ‶  haha, but i'm sure the ultimate breeder wouldn't have any trouble taming such a lowly beast, right? well — i guess that goes for the both of you, huh?  ″

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Open RP - Kazuichi Soda

While the mechanic tended to look rather frazzled on the best of days, the mess of his person was notably different than the usual oil and panic that fueled his everyday demeanor. Most obvious were his eyes, puffy with lack of sleep and irises their natural shade of blue behind his black rimmed glasses. Aside from the red of his nose and cheeks, Kaz’s skin was pale with a thin sheen of sweat, the occasional sniffle being heard from him as he trudged his way into the classroom. It took him a moment to actually sit at his desk, almost missing the seat with a stumble before plopping down heavily with a sigh. 

With his forehead pressed to the cool surface of his desk, Kaz fell into a coughing fit at his next sniffle, something he tried to subdue in an effort not to bother anyone with the noise. 

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@caramialunaestelle cont. from (X)

Even with permission, Kazuichi didn't make the move to remove her shirt until after pressing a kiss to her lips, it being ever so slowly lifted just in case she changed her mind before it was pulled over her head and tossed to the side. His eyes lingered for several moments, breath catching with emotion once again that he was allowed this. "Huh?"

"Oh heh, 'course I want this, why wouldn't I?" He loved her, and she loved him, that was all he really needed to know. Or...there was was more he needed to know about all this, but to get things started, he had all he needed.

"Just...tell me what you want, alright? A-Anything you want, I wanna do it for you." Said with a nuzzle of his nose against her jaw, his cheeks warm, breathing heavy, and heart fuller than he ever thought possible.

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@despairs-memorial welp time to kill gundham again (X)

Despite how poorly he tended to deal with social situations, most of which stemming from anxiety, Kazuichi enjoyed the parties Ibuki liked to throw. She always made sure everyone was having a good time, and because he'd help her set up her music equipment, he was paid in a fair share of booze. This time he'd even played along with her, Ibuki having been near beside herself when she learned Kaz knew how to play drums and could sing rather well. He hadn't been sure at first, but he was becoming better at coming out of his shell, part of which could be attributed to the fact he could hear now.

Of course, he'd turned his hearing aids off while they played, his drum beats being the right tone for his ears to catch, ensuring he played correctly. He didn't even have to worry about any syllables slipping while singing either, everything being so loud little mistakes like that were hardly noticed.

They'd only played a couple songs, enough to start everything off with the 'right vibes' as Ibuki had put it. Not that her parties ever flopped, each one somehow louder and bigger than the one before. The sheer size of her house helped as well, her parents often out of the country for their jobs. It was why Kazuichi didn't care how much he drank that night, knowing that there was a guest room with his name on it should he need it. Besides, if he was too late to snatch one up, Ibuki was always willing to let him crash in her huge bed, it apparently comforting how much of a space heater he was. Besides, he'd always slept better with someone to cuddle, as little it tended to happen.

Gundham was the last person he expected to see at any party, let alone one of Ibuki's, the mechnic feeling his face shift into a grin through the warm haze of drink, it being the aftermath of a few rounds of beer pong (that he won, thank you very much).

Slipping his way through the crowd, it was hard to tell if his stumble into the breeder was due to being tripped, or simply the alcohol, the flush on Kaz's cheeks speaking as to just how carefree he felt. "Heeeyyyy, Gunnie! Hey, did- Did you see- Did- When I was playin' th' drums and singin' and stuff?" Asked where he was currently clinging to the breeder's coat, it having been used as a crutch to keep upright after his stumble. "Hey, do you 've th' devas? I like the fat one. He's soooo fat, it's the best."