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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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[Having something messing with her head was unpleasant. Just the idea of having someone telling her what to do, how to feel was... far too much of an uncomfortable reminder of her time as a soldier. She awoke to voices in her head, directed her fists and flames by what the voice told her, felt pride in her home because the voice stoked the focus on glory in her. All of her life she was told how to feel.

But... things were different now. She had people she trusted. Loved. She'd willingly let Kafka into her head, when the older woman's Spirit Whisper could help talk her down from a panic attack when something on a mission would trigger memories of fields of corpses and blood and broken insect husks. It was proof of her trust in someone she cares about, that she wouldn't fight that.

So this... this should be no different, right?]

Clockwork...

[It's one of the precious moments away from any scripts or duties she had, where she could meet up with Stelle in Penacony and walk with her outside of her armor. They'd spent some time around Blue Hour, taking in the romantic atmosphere of the beaches and the fancy restaurants, and eventually found themselves at a comfortable hotel for the night. It wasn't the first night they'd spent together like this, but it was the first where Stelle had suggested something different.]

I don't know... is it permanent, when you switch the dial?

[So this is, uh. New. When Furina started doing cam work, she hadn't really thought she'd get to this point. Sure, she expected at least a small following - she doesn't have that little faith in herself, under her usual attitude - but she'd never really expected she'd reach the point where she had private performances. People paid for requests, or paid for her to wear specific outfits or use specific toys, but...

... Okay fine. It was a little nervewracking to have one set of eyes on her. It's easy enough to turn the numbers into a blur, the crowd of viewers just turning to white noise... but knowing someone was intent on watching her was a lot.

So when she turns her camera on, it takes her a minute for the mask of Focalors to fall into place.]

Ah, Inaban-

[Her voice cracks and she quickly clears it. She sounded so meek for a moment there - that's not what her patron would want, right?? Her shoulders square a bit more firmly, her chin raises up, and that somewhat haughty persona she shows to her patrons is back.]

Inaban- [She rolls her voice into a purr, sounding far more confident now.] This is quite a surprise. This is the first time you've sought out a private stream, isn't it?

Only if you want it to be.

[ That's more of an answer than just simply saying yes or no, really - it's handing the choice over to Firefly as she leans back on the mattress of the hotel room they've found themselves in. ]

Edited 2024-11-02 17:29 (UTC)

[Meet Rita Mordio, ambitious teenage orphan genius mage...or really more Artificer with the magitech she swears by. Also, way more lonely than she wants to admit and a sucker for validation.

As she prepares the ritual in the depths of her cave lab home mess, she reviews her goals. A fair trade for information she needs to complete a new formula, that apparently this specific demoness happens to have.

When the call comes, what might motivate Inaba to show up? For that matter, what is this strange alternate version of her like? ]</small

Edited 2024-11-02 17:41 (UTC)

[ Being stuck in a world like this was definitely not a part of her plans - then again, when is it ever? And more importantly, she wasn't the type of person to seek out things like this.

However, there was a catch -

She had been given a little stamp card by the supposed owners of this joint with a few simple... 'tasks', so to speak. And fulfilling all of those tasks would get her all that closer to her goal and even get a little bonus out of it.

And being on a private stream was one of those tasks. But it wasn't like she could simply cheat and just go to a private stream for one second and click off - it just wouldn't work. She's been here long enough to know that one couldn't just cheese her way through it.

At the very least, what she can be grateful for is that she doesn't have to have her camera on during all of this. So she just needs to type... ]

Inaban: That's right.
Inaban: You'll have to give me the rundown.
Inaban: I don't want to break any stream rules, after all.

[ As a succubus, Inaba feeds off loneliness. It's something that she can practically smell it. Of course, due to her nature as a succubus and how people had a tendency to run at the sight of demons -

Ah, she recalls the sight of humans screaming, yelling out in fear: "Monster! Monster!"

The taste of that emotion disgusted her, the tip of her tongue feeling coppery. So she chooses to utilize her skills as a shapeshifter to make her look more human. No horns, no tail. Her outfit is even remotely... decent and casual, wearing a dark purple plain dress and carrying a plain basket as she eventually knocks on the door, wondering if there'll be an answer.

She may not be a vampire that needs permission to enter, but she's polite. ]

Come in.

[Rita... Kinda knows how this goes? But she's gonna be in over her head fast. Inaba can practically smell the pushover energy borne of someone who wants something badly enough she's doing something very foolish.]

Hang on, lemme do this right... Are you the one who answers my call?

[... It's supposed to be a bit more formal and almost threatening. Rita here seems to have missed that memo.]

[ "Foolish" is not the word that Inaba would use to describe this sad, pitiful situation, but she finds herself placing a hand on her own cheek, sighing. ]

This is honestly kind of sad.

[ Pathetic, really. She can practically taste it on her tongue. ]

The fact that I had to go through the door is a bit... [ Another sigh, as she shrugs her shoulders. ] But I suppose the answer is 'yes'. So? What is it that you want of me?

... I am seeking the key forms of these three formulae.

[The notes are at least eminently readable. It's information that would definitely be attainable to a human but is well beyond most masters of this day and age.

Just as important, she didn't respond to the call out of this as kinda sad. ]

I am uncertain of the appropriate value of this knowledge, and thus beseech of you a fair negotiation.

[... She mmaaaaybe doe not realize that what she just said is openly an admission of weakness.

Also she's looking at Inaba in some fascination. She's not used to Girl Hotness apparently.]

A "fair negotiation"... hm?

[ Inaba reads them rather quickly in her head as she crosses her arms over her chest. ]

I do have that of which you seek. The price it comes at is rather simple.

[ "Simple", she says. As if there isn't something that she's keeping under wraps. ]

Three days of your time. 72 hours. You will give that all to me. That is the price.

[Rita blinks a time or two at the words.]

... I would add the stipulations of a basic assurance of my safety and that this not end up with me banished from the academic community or otherwise rendered unable to use this knowledge. If you desire more time or another condition in turn, please offer.

[Rita's... Reasonably certain there's something under wraps, but if she gets that much surely she can be fine right? Right???

She doesn't realize that the moment they handshake she'll basically have no ability to resist Inaba's seductive and hypnotic powers. Nor does she know what Inaba will do with that time... Or the additional time she takes through clever uses of the 72 hours.

The fact that she IS trying to properly negotiate is at least a sign she's not totally an idiot. Just not one aware that the better Inaba honors the spirit of one term, the more wiggle room she has to abuse another.]

I don't.

[Choice. That's something she's never really had in her life. Even now, so much of her work is dictated by Elio's script, it feels like she's got blinders on sometimes.

But she has a choice in some things. Whether she spends time with Silver Wolf, or sitting in silence with Blade. Going out shopping with Kafka, or staying back at whatever hideout they're currently squirreled away in, watching the night sky turn an array of colors as the moon and sun slowly chase each other through the night.

And here... Stelle's always given her a choice in the path they walk together. It's sweet, and it's why Firefly hasn't outright said no at just the thought of doing something like this.]

But... I know it's something you want to try. I can see that glint in your eyes. And giving myself over to you in such a way isn't exactly unappealing.

[A bit of Firefly's tension eases away as she smiles, following Stelle as she leans back to rest her chin on the other girl's chest.]

You know I trust you. That you'll stop when I want you to. So... let's give it an hour or two.

[They'd planned to spend the whole night together, so why not make use of the time they have?]

I don't know if I'll be able to tell if I want to stop, so... as soon as that time's up, change me back.

[Oh, so polite... Furina can certainly work with that. It makes her feel a little less nervous, too.]

If you're watching this now, you know what my boundaries are. [A hard "no" to any bodily functions that aren't "typical" during sex or masturbation. Dirty talk is fine, especially for those sticking strictly to text, but no talk of non-con play.] As long as you don't cross those, I am your humble servant for the evening. Though I do hope you can make things as interesting for me as I will for you!

[Too many people just ask her to get off without any further instructions... there's only so many times she can finger herself to release before it starts to feel mechanical.]

Do you need a list of the toys I have to offer? The outfits?

[She lets out a soft hm~]

Are you a girl who likes to see someone in fancy lingerie, I wonder...?

[ Inaba hums, as if she's actually thinking and contemplative. But the holes that she can poke through with these words are utterly glaring.

It's only after that moment of thought that she places her hand out to Rita, smiling all the while. ]

Very well. Take my hand and the pact will be sealed. Once those 72 hours are done, you will have the key forms of all three formulae that you seek. Your safety is guaranteed; my actions will not cause banishment from the academic community, and you will be able to utilize the knowledge once it is given to you.

Haha...

[ There's a bit of hollow laughter that falls from Stelle's lips. Was she really that obvious? ]

Guess I'll set an alarm on my phone, then.

[ It might be a bit intrusive if they're in the midst of things, but it's better than betraying Firefly's trust. It's why she's already taking it out from her pocket to start it up.

Let's go for two hours... ]

Just relax and breathe. It'll just a be a second.

[ Literally. Because Stelle places all of her focus on Firefly as she opens up Clockwork and starts to scroll through the wheel of emotions until she finally finds the appropriate one. She doesn't know how it'll react on Firefly- she's never used this on anyone, after all- and then just lets it settle.

And she waits. ]

[ Thankfully, both of those things are reasonable enough to her, so it isn't a problem. She's a little grateful that she can't be seen behind the typing of her keyboard, because she can feel the nerves already coming on.

It wasn't as if she's done this before, after all.

But humble servant certainly gave her one idea-- ]

Inaban: Do you happen to have a maid outfit?

... I accept these terms.

[Rita places her hand into Inaba's to shake hands... And seal the effects of the deal - not precisely heedless of the consequences, so much as willing to risk them to get what she seeks.

Perhaps a cursed mark appears somewhere on her, symbolizing the deal she has just taken? Or is there no obvious cue other than how Inaba reacts to her now having her victory secured.

... A cue Rita could easily miss. She knows already that Inaba is a demon, but 'normal human girl' wasn't what she was expecting...]

[ There is no visible cue, but there is a rush of... something that flows between the two of them. It's difficult to discern what that is, exactly but that doesn't matter any longer -

Not when the trap has been sealed shut.

A sharp grin plays across the girl's lips as her eyes flash red and in that moment she's no longer looking like the plain, ordinary human girl that she had taken the appearance of. Instead comes the sharp fangs and dark horns that adorn her head; they're not large, but they're visible. ]

Now, let's spend the hours you owe me quite nicely, shall we?

[ Now that she's back to full form, the scent of her pheromones fills the air like a toxin. The pressure and power that leaks off of her as she licks her lips seductively is almost overwhelming and the hypnotic glint in her eyes is difficult to look away from or even resist.

Resisting isn't an option - not when Rita's time has been given up to Inaba to use as she pleases. ]

[Horns and fangs and the air smells different and Rita's now blushing visibly and looking directly at Inaba's eyes.]

Erm... R-right... Yeah.

[... Yeah, she's not even done this sorta thing before. No surprise for an academic, really.]

.... Ah. So you like that sort of thing, hm?

[Her tone is teasing, but lightly so. After all - though she didn't particularly indulge in the risque when it came to novels and such, she knew that the attraction to maids and such were a popular trend in Fontaine. It seems that some trends carry over across universes. Fascinating!

But she's not here to analyze. Reaching out to adjust the camera to a slightly wider shot, Furina gets up from her spot at the edge of her bed, so that the camera can catch how she moves over to her wardrobe. As she does, she begins to disrobe; first her shorts, letting her emphasize the way she bends over to slip them down before stepping out of them, then her shirt, tossed off somewhere to a corner of her room. She is indeed wearing a pair of navy blue, lacy lingerie, but she doesn't let the camera get a good look until she's done rummaging through her closet, pulling out what is certainly a maid outfit and holding it out to the camera.]

Is this to your tastes?

[ That's what makes it so easy for her to wriggle herself in, even more so now that she isn't holding back. When she speaks, her voice is laced with her power and the driving desire to obey. ]

Take me to your room.

[ Her smile is sharp and her words are demanding - this isn't a request. This is an order that shines brightly with her hypnotic abilities on display. ]

[ ...Oh.

She can't help but stare a little at both the way the camera pans out, showing off Furina a little more and then watches how she quickly disrobes. There's a thought of how blue truly is a good color on her, but it's immediately dismissed when she sees the maid outfit that Furina holds out. ]

Inaban: It is.
Inaban: Go ahead and put it on.
Inaban: I want to see what toys you have to offer after.

Y-yes.

[Rita's absolutely aware enough to recognize the implications of this, even as she obeys unquestioningly. And is blushing like crazy because SUCCUBUS IN ROOM and she's about to get SOMETHING'D for sure but what and the gaze in Inaba's eyes is occupying her brain.]

Don't worry. I always keep my word.

[ Each word she says is sickly sweet like honey as she follows Rita, her heels clicking with confidence befitting a succubus as they reach the door. ]

I'm not a liar, after all. Go ahead, let me see what you have to offer.

Edited 2024-11-03 00:32 (UTC)

[It's with what seems to be quite a measure of practice that Furina slips on the costume as easily as she slipped out of her clothes. Even putting this new job of hers aside, with her work as a performer back in Fontaine, she's used to costume changes on the fly. Most of the time she had people to help her, true, but with her more recent work with a more humble troupe, she's gotten used to changing herself when she took the stage.

Hm... Inaba doesn't seem to be asking her to play the role yet. Usually she has people begging her to give a shoutout to "Master" or "Mistress" as soon as she puts the costume on in her public streams. Interesting, but... she has to admit, it's a bit of a relief. It's kind of nice, not being expected to immediately put a mask on.

... Well. She'll play the part of a tease, but that's always fun.]

Ah, not too familiar, are you? That's perfectly alright. I have quite a collection thanks to my darling viewers.

[Again, Inaba will get a nice view of Furina's backside as she bends over, retrieving a decently-sized box from beneath her bed.]

I suppose it all depends on what you'd like to see.

[Removing the lid, she tilts the box just enough that Inaba can get a glimpse inside. There are a few basic dildos of varying lengths and girths, a few plugs with different glittering designs at the bases... even one of those dildos that look like they could be shaped by some fantasy monster - a dragon, perhaps?]

These are just my most used ones. Whatever your tastes, I likely have something I could use, so it's all up to what you'd like to see.

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