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open ❥ self indulgent nsfw.

i'm tired so like, prompts are minimal but feel free to plot with me.
characters available down below.
other characters potentially available upon request but i can reject requests.
i will accept doubles (THATS RIGHT GIVE ME THE SELFCEST), au scenarios, what have you.'
threesomes potentially available upon request. ask first.
doubling up on threads is ok. message me on discord/plurk for more intensive plotting.

it is also november, so inaba nsfw stuff WILL BE PRIORITIZED.
please give her some love
(birthday nsfw threads welcome)

scenarios:
- god give me aqua/kana nsfw threads i swear to fucking god. she needs a win in this life. i'll also take kana/akane. ask first before cross-canon.
- hypnotism
- succubus au
- the fuckin hot spring meme with weird memory fuckery. oh, we were strangers? not anymore! we're two people who came here to FUCK
- duplicate threesomes
- honestly i do want to do selfcest. gimme.
- inaba birthday sex (i'm serious)
- panfandom hypothetical sex game stuff
- fuck or die scenario
- one of those sex escape room setups where they're forced to do a kink (of the player's choosing) to get out

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I didn't say that now, did I?

[Furina winks before rolling over onto her back. The cut of her outfit's front is low, the collar ending just above the swell of her breasts. It's enough to show off plenty of skin and the top of that lacy bra, and Furina wastes no time in tracing swirling patterns along her chest, her eyes never once leaving the camera.]

Your hands... I miss the feeling of them so much. My body remembers the feel of them so well, I just know I can't resist the moment you touch me.

Inaban: You didn't.

[ The first response is immediate, but the next one... less so. ]

Inaban: But is that so...?
Inaban: If you miss them that much, then you'll just have to earn them back, won't you?

[Ah... that makes her shiver. One hand slips lower, tracing over her sternum, down over her stomach...]

What can I do to earn them, master?

Inaban: I want to see all of you.
Inaban: And I'm not just talking about your clothes.

[A pause.]

Hm, I already promised to give you quite the show with some of my little [Furina some of those things are NOT little-] friends here. What else could you want?

Inaban: Well, a show is nice and all.
Inaban: And I know I asked for it.
Inaban: But you're a person, so I want to see your genuine self too...

[That... gets an even longer pause. Something flashes in Furina's two-toned eyes, and though there's not an obvious shift in her demeanor, that something seems to linger even as she laughs. The sound comes out ever so slightly stilted.]

One doesn't ask a performer to shed their costume in the middle of a play, do they? [...] Is there something wrong with what I'm doing now?

Inaban: I'm just built different.
Inaban: But no there isn't anything wrong, perse...
Inaban: I just think that while roleplaying is fun and all
Inaban: I also want to know the actual person behind the mask
Inaban: Maybe that's silly since I'm just some stranger on text to ask, though.

[It's strange. The last time someone held their hand out to the true Furina, with the claims that they're a "stranger" to her life and thus could make it easier to open up... well. She'd been trapped like a rabbit in a snare and put on trial. The last time she trusted someone with her true self, she'd had everything she worked for during the past five hundred years stripped away. Furina could scoff and roll her eyes now, and double down on her flamboyant persona and probably still give Inaba a good show.

... But it feels different from when Lumine reached her hand out. Even putting aside their current activities, Inaba's just... been nice to her. Teasing, but nice.]

... Haha...

[When she laughs this time, there's much less of that haughty air to her.]

It is rather silly. But your sentiment is... very much appreciated. I'll see what I can do.

[Because when it's her choice to do so, she loves acting like this. It's fun when she can just play, and not force herself into a role that's the one thing stopping her entire nation from crumbling into the sea.]

Inaban: You don't have to force yourself
Inaban: After all the situation...
Inaban: it is what it is

No, no, it's quite alright! It's just...

[Her smile is warm, in the light of her room, and one hand drifts lower, across her stomach, her abdomen, until she's inching towards the hem of her skirt.]

There is something a bit more thrilling, doing this while not having to put up so much of an act. Knowing there's a gaze on the other side of this camera eager to see the real me.

[Another laugh, in that same light tone.]

For someone paying to watch someone get themselves off on camera, you're quite sweet, Inaban.

[ There's a rather lengthy pause as she sputters, but eventually, an answer is given: ]

Inaban: Better than being an asshole.

[ She is suddenly so glad this is just through text!! ]

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