45th ♫ | it's broken down, distorted beyond repair

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IT'S A NSFW CMO POST

BB | OTA this will be 90% 🅱️ 🅱️ullying	Brynhildr | Mostly M/F but also OTA
Yuri | OTA plEASE JUST BE NICE TO HER

• BB is here for all your getting-stepped-on-and-called-mean-shit needs. Probably not any actual sex but a whole load of bullying, femdomming and all that sort of thing. Probably going to work best as an FGO adjacent AU sort of thing with BB summoned as a servant to Chaldea and bullying her new Master?? OR EVEN A JAMJAR CR THING THE WORLD IS OUR OYSTER.
  
• Brynhildr is here for all of your Rei Ayanami Expy Moonlighting As A Yandere needs. She's very calm and collected and seemingly emotionless but then when she falls in love!! All bets are off!! I know I said yandere right here but honestly she has such a bad time in canon i jUST WANT HER TO HAVE A GOOD TIME?? The "Mostly M/F" is just based on some in-game stuff that shows her mostly preferring men but also being attracted to knightly/heroic women and enbies too (the actual criteria seems to be "Valhalla candidate" SO DO WITH THAT AS YOU WILL).
  
• Yuri is ALSO A MESS but more of the "please help i am dying of anxiety at every waking moment" variety. Super socially anxious but kind of overwhelmingly explodes w/affection and love when she gets the apparent okay for it from the person she likes. Is probably the type to steamroll her partner a bit with attention because she's jUST THAT INTO IT.


Other characters are available on request these are just the girls I was most Feelin It Mr Krabs with at the time. SO UHHH HAVE AT IT I GUESS

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[impurifies]

[ The cool touch of his fingers makes her blink in surprise and when she realizes what he's saying, she goes a very nice shade of pink. Ah. ]

Oh, um– n–no, it's fine! [ They might be Literally Married to some degree but Yuri still hasn't quite gotten accustomed to all this. She certainly doesn't mind, but it's hard to talk yourself down from a life of being taught that this sort of thing is improper, even between a man and wife. ] I... I really don't mind.

[ She might, if it was anyone else, but when it's Chris, and he looks so sheepish and apologetic... it's sweet, somehow. It makes her feel glad that she's the one on the recieving end of this attention. After a moment of awkwardness, she scoots herself to the side in her seat so he can join her. ]

Um– here. You can come and sit with me.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ he gives himself a moment, just to make sure his self-control is firmly enough in place, before turning his head to brush a kiss against her fingertips. ]

Well. if I'm being invited...

[ #vampirejokes.

rather than coming around to sit properly, he just slides over the arm on the side she'd left open for him— the most he could bring himself to compromise on the undignified urge to try to take the most direct route by climbing directly over the back of the chair. ]

[impurifies]

[ That gets a laugh out of her, and her smile is pleased and a little flustered all at once. He makes her think of a cat, sometimes, all poise and grace until he was winding down and relaxed and then he's more or less liquid. It's cute. ]

Um... Is there anything I need to do? A--apart from... You know.

[ ... Actually she's going to go ahead and put her book to one side just in case... ]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ someday she'll see him as a wolf and have that impression blown entirely out of the water. ]

Not really, aside from getting comfortable. Where did you...?

[ glancing deliberately from her wrist (still held loosely in his hand, his thumb on her pulse) to her neck, and very firmly not letting himself look down at her legs. or think about the artery on her inner thigh, for that matter. there's not enough room for that sort of thing, if literally nothing else.

(...unless he knelt, maybe, and she stayed in the chair—?

—he really should have gone off to dunk his head, good Lord.) ]

[impurifies]

[ Comfortable seems like it might be a slightly hard sell, given how fidgety she is. She's got the fabric of her skirt scrunched up in her free hand and her fingers are all fidgety too. But it's a nice kind of fidgety -- a kind of flustered, excited anticipation. ]

W... Where did I what?

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ ...God, but she's cute. he starts not-quite-petting her, pulling his hand back enough to hold hers and smooth his thumb over her knuckles— not really trying to settle her so much as using the idea of doing so as an excuse to touch her more. ]

...Where would you prefer me to bite you?

[ thankfully, the question comes out more or less smoothly, even though he's vibrating internally at about the same frequency as Yuri. the least he can do is try to make this good for her. ]

[impurifies]

[ Oh, that's just not fair. He can't just come out and say it like that before she's properly prepared for it. She flushes an even brighter shade of red, but forces herself to answer even with her tongue feeling like it's trying to glue itself to the roof of her mouth. ]

I, um... wherever would be better for you is fine.

[ Ah, but that sounds awfully wishy-washy doesn't it? And if she sounds so wishy washy, he might think she's forcing herself and that's not right at all. ]

N–no, what I mean is– ... when it's you, I don't mind at all where it is. I really don't.