Cyborg! Vice, Slow, Desir and Paresse from Karakuridoji Ultimo. Indie roleplay blog. Mun is +18. Multiverse and multiship with chemistry. Prevalent NSFW.
Vice cocked a brow and stuck out his
lower lip. “I paid a fortune for that POS machine. Might as well just
sterilize the toy and keep it for myself. Now doesn’t that sound like a
plan.” He sneered with a shit-eating grin plastered to his handsome
face. Of course he was joking. He was always joking when it came to
messing with Eliana.Brown eyes shifted to the top drawer of his dresser and he slid it
out, rummaging around its contents until he found the vibrator and
handed it over, albeit a little reluctantly. It did seem like a very
nice toy.
“Same goes for my dildo.” She answered, grabbing it from the other. “Please, it wouldn’t have been broken if you’d keep your damn things in check.” The brunette narrowed her eyes, her gaze moving from Vice to her toy. “You didn’t use it, right?”
He snickered, putting his hands up. “Relax. I would never. Even if I had, I would have used a condom. So touchy.” He stuck out his tongue and hopped back on his bed. “Now why don’t you get your head out of your ass and watch some Netflix with your dear old friend Vice?” He gave her a little wink.
Joy looked warily around the classroom as she searched for a seat that wasn’t directly next to anyone. It was her first session of night school, trying to get her diploma, and she was nervous as hell. The teacher was the same age as her, how embarrassing was that? Then again, there were a lot of older people there, too. She took a steadying breath and found herself a seat, tugging nervously on the ends of her hair. “Am I late?”
Paresse flicked his gaze to her, then back at the board, reclining precariously in his chair, feet propped on the desk, arms folded behind his head. “Yeah. But I shall catch you up after the lecture.” His french accent trilled gently under his words, lazy and sullen.
Being a private investigator, you tend to deal with unhappy people not wanting to be found. This can make the job dangerous, especially when you have ties in the police force. Sometimes, it can even go as far as attracting a stalker.
Pheobe took a different route back to her apartment that night, after noticing someone on her tail. She slipped around a corner, waiting patiently.
She grabbed the person when they turned, slamming them up against the building. “Why are you following me? Who are you?”
Orgullo kept his face stoic, seemingly unfazed by the bricks bludgeoning his back. He spoke in response to her inquiry.
“You are a private detective, yes?” Gold eyes flicked her over. She was no real threat to him. Not yet, at least. “I need you to do something for me, but when I came to your office, you were leaving. Will you help me?”
“Isn’t it time to give me back my dildo?” Eliana asked, arms folded across her chest and her hip cocked to the side. “Like okay, I broke your laptop but it was accidental. Honestly, that dildo was hella expensive, give it back to me, you asshole.”
Vice cocked a brow and stuck out his lower lip. “I paid a fortune for that POS machine. Might as well just sterilize the toy and keep it for myself. Now doesn’t that sound like a plan.” He sneered with a shit-eating grin plastered to his handsome face. Of course he was joking. He was always joking when it came to messing with Eliana.
Brown eyes shifted to the top drawer of his dresser and he slid it out, rummaging around its contents until he found the vibrator and handed it over, albeit a little reluctantly. It did seem like a very nice toy.
“Yeah, I dyed my hair…” Amelia laughed quietly as she rubbed the back of her head, looking away from the other. “I just thought I’d get a little bit of a change. Is it really that bad? Do I not suit being a red head?” She asked as she lifted her gaze to look at them with a small smile.
“Anything would suit you, my dear.” The young man smiled with all his white teeth, the little tooth gap in the front showing in all its glory. “It’s just quite different…” He ran a hand through her now auburn hair. It was nice for once, not having to please a client. Casual sex outside of his work was rare, as he was in college and had a day job on top of his real work to keep up appearances.
Amelia was a breath of fresh air as a casual “date” and he had no problem enjoying as much time with her as possible. “Now I’m sure you didn’t invite me over just to show me your lovely fashion statement.” He draped an arm lazily over her shoulder, sweeping a stray dark curl from his pretty face.
