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soooo new arrival here, gonna get right to the point
any ladies out there who don't really care about the cuddling or the handholding and just want to get to the good stuff?
the nitty gritty
knocking boots (i have pretty nice boots ngl)
hmu if you're down

also does beating the shit out of someone count for making chroma
just asking
lmk

p.s. hey beacon kids how ya doin ;)

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and here i was gonna brag about getting my legs bashed to shit and having them replaced with robotic prosthetics. not sure how that stacks up against Space Murder.

it's pretty high up there. but, i loved every part of it!

so basically

you're a huge masochist.

see, i like to believe i'm a mixture of that and sadist if we have to put labels on it. it isn't the pain that i enjoyed, but rather the despair it made me feel to know that there's no way out and i would die. the whole fear aspect.

okay so maybe it's not so basic

in fact, i'm pretty sure i'd have to classify that as "extremely fucked up".

but i think i'm into that.

there's a lot of details, yatta yatta backstory stuff.

it would be fun to see what can be mixed into sex! the pleasure yet despair of it all.

we can skip past the details, the bottom line is all that matters anyway.

was there anything special in particular you had in mind?

perfect!

oh gosh, there are so many choices... choking sounds fun! what else is it you mentioned? biting? i don't mind the idea of that either. as long as there's no bruises that people can easily see then i'm game for anything.

well THAT'S curious. usually half the point is to leave a mark. what, don't want any awkward questions at the dinner table?

weeeeeeelll, if i get a modeling gig then i will be limited to what i wear.

what a pain. isn't that what makeup's supposed to be for?

are you worried that you’re not up for the challenge?

i'm worried i'll have to hold back! not a big fan of restraint! if anything, now i have to wonder if YOU'RE up for ME.

fine!

do
your
worst ;)

well...

if you insist.

you free now?

i am. send me the details of where you are and i will swing by.

[an address goes here! a real one, because while sometimes it's fun to mess with people this is a matter of getting laid and by god he's not going to lose out on it for the sake of trolling.]

don't keep a guy waiting too long.

never!

[ and, true to her word, junko wastes no time with heading to his place. there a quick knock on a door before turning the knob just to see if it’s open or not. ]

Hello~~.

[She'll find it unlocked - he was expecting her anyway, and to be honest he's pretty sure that if anyone tried to come into his place uninvited they'd be in far more danger than him. She's a little earlier than he'd expected though, so she'll find him in the middle of freshening up, leaning out of the bathroom to take a look when she comes in. He's not totally undressed - just from the waist up, as if to show off the physique that comes from fighting every single day of your life.

The scars, too, tell that particular story.]

And here I was worried you'd try to be fashionably late.

[ it's not the worst situation that she's walked into. this does give her a chance to see what he really likes and her eyes will be doing plenty of wondering. junko herself will be clothed, with knee high leather boots and a short dress that is showing off the black bra she is sporting underneath it. if a girl has assets, she finds it best to show them off.

junko claps her hands together with a small smile, kicking the door shut once she's entered. ]

But where is the fun in that?

[ mercury, of course, is a gentleman who would never let his eyes do something as uncouth as ogle pffffffft okay no sorry, sorry, couldn't finish writing that. he's definitely not shy about appreciating the display she's put on, eyes raking over her for a moment.

if she didn't meet his standards, this would be the part where he told her to leave. he's not above that.

but instead he steps out from the bathroom, sidling closer with the kind of grin that doesn't hide his intentions. ]

Playing hard to get? Being a tease? Building anticipation? I'm sure you could think of more ways.

[ she would honestly be offended if he isn't looking at her because c'mon, she's a babe! a total hottie! a one in a million. he can check her out and she will happily check him out. she has to make sure the goods are worth it.

putting her hands behind her back, she leans forward to give him a tease. ]

You have a valid point, but what is the point of that when I've already given you a request? We don't need to play a game of cat and mouse.

[ does it count as "the goods" when they're part of a total asshole? does that turn them into "the bads"? food for thought.

she hasn't made far beyond the door yet, and from the fact that he's still approaching her it seems like she might not get very far for a while still. once he's close enough he reaches out to place a hand on her waist to push her back towards the wall; so no, definitely not getting further into the apartment just yet.]

Maybe that's for the best. I feel like we'd butt heads on who's the cat and who's the mouse, anyway.

[ Chances are the goods will become bad if they were on a wimp of some sort. She is totally not down to get nasty with someone who can’t give her what she wants.

When Junko feels her back pressed up against a wall, a smirk spreads out on her lips. This is certainly exciting! She is in a stranger’s home and anything could happen to her in a moments notice. She uses her right hand to lightly run her nails under his chin as she leans closer. ]

Oh, I have no doubts about that. It would be a waste of time that can be spent better elsewhere.

Yeah?

[ his voice comes out as a low murmur - her nails on his skin is a pleasant enough sensation, but he hopes to find them put to more vigorous use later. it's fine, though - this is the build-up, the appetizer.

how long it stays that way is entirely up in the air, of course.

but for now he dips his head forward, as if to kiss her cheek, but swerves at the last moment to graze his teeth against the side of her neck. those, too, might be put to work a little harder before long. ]

Do tell. I'm all ears.

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