[SEMI-CLOSED] wretched and wild, all glory and trash.

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⬤ Open TDM Thread ⬤

Who ⬤ Andromache of Enma & likely questionable company!
What ⬤ Bastard woman desperately seeks naps and other thrilling tales
When ⬤ Catch-all for late June, after the events at Kaigo no Bou, and throughout July
Where ⬤ Andy's apartment (derogatory), various other locations in Jigoku-cho
Content Warnings ⬤ Profanity, violence, substance use, sex, etc. To be updated as needed!


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[metafictions]

[So the woman's contrary. He really should've known that much by now.

But it's too little, too late. She's fucking him rough, hard and demanding and fast-- the ache biting into him in a way he realizes all too abruptly that he likes. And Andy gets to see Kamui forget he brought anything up at all, eyes wide until they're not, half-lidded then screwed up tight with overstimulation. She gets to hear it in his voice when he can't even think to stifle the sounds he's making anymore. Andy comes, and the tight heat of her pussy throbbing around him is more than he can take. Kamui holds Andy steady by her thighs and comes with a hoarse, broken moan.

God, this was such a bad idea. He holds her through it anyway, though, slowly pumping his cock into her as he rides out the rest of his peak. Even before he pulls out, his cum spilling obscenely back onto his dick, they're a sticky, sweaty mess.

His head's still swimming, so Kamui, catching his breath, helpfully states the obvious:]

You did that on purpose.

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[ It's a long moment before she finally finds the will to move. Feeling him start to pull out coaxes her into some minimal motion — just enough for her to sink down onto the mattress next to him. Maybe the bed was a good idea after all. The afterglow makes all her limbs feel lazy, a warm ache settling into her thighs. Sweat and cum stick between her legs, but she can't be bothered to do anything about it just yet — so she just lays here, shameless and naked.

His comment earns a sidelong look. ]

Which part? [ Dryly: ] Your dick didn't seem to mind.

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[Kamui, basking in the comfortable lull of the afterglow, rolls over onto his side to face Andy. He can't find the energy to be annoyed with her-- how could he, after all that?]

You're incorrigible.

[Idly, his fingers play with a lock of her hair that's spread out onto his sheets.]

I won't forget again, Andromache.

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[ Hearing him use her name like that - remembering that she told it to him in the heat of the moment - that’s nearly enough of a distraction that she almost misses the implication in what he says. Almost. ]

Again? [ Her voice is full of that familiar wryness as she props herself up on one arm to look at him. ] You sound pretty sure you’re going to get to fuck me a second time.

[ She shifts on the mattress, sitting up so that she can lean over him, the corner of her mouth quirking upward ever so slightly. ]

Are you already thinking about it?

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Ah-- um. [Fuck, she got him right where she wanted him. He frowns up at her, pushing back the bangs that stick to his forehead with sweat.]

No, I-I mean. I misspoke, but...

[Screw it. He runs a hand over his face and breathes out a sigh: once again, Andy's backed him into a corner yet again.]

I didn't think we'd be here, but it was fun, you know? It's been... kind of a while, for me.

[A long, long while. All the loops seem to converge in on themselves when he tries to remember.]

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You misspoke? [ Oh. She's got her teeth in this now. Look at that sly smile. The gleam like mischief in her dark eyes. ] That mean you don't want to fuck me a second time?

[ She knows what she's doing. She must. There's a certain intent in the way she moves, pressing a hand against his sternum and giving him just a little bit of her weight as she leans in. It's definitely on purpose when one of her legs drapes over him, her thigh nudging just so up between his. ]

Should I be hurt? [ Wryly: ] It'll break my fucking heart if you only brought me home to break that dry streak.

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[Unfortunately, he knows what she's doing now, too.]

That one won't work again. You're breaking my heart, if you think I'll fall for the same trick twice.

[Kamui stares up at her, a brow raised high and his expression looking just a touch unimpressed. But only a touch. He's welcoming her in, after all, his hand once more carding through that dark hair and coming to rest on the nape of her neck.]

You're a very strange woman, you know that?

[And he's somewhat of a strange man too. Some pair they make.]

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[ She meets his eyes readily, not looking away — letting him see that she doesn't buy that unimpressed look on his face anymore than he's buying into her taunts. His hands are too honest for her to be deterred, running through her hair, coaxing her in closer. Her body settles more fully against his, the slight tension in her arm easing as the press of her palm against his chest becomes more of a caress, fingertips trailing up along the line of bone until she nudges him with affectionate mockery underneath the chin. ]

Maybe. [ Strange is probably a polite way of describing her. ] But that probably says more about you than it does about me.

[ Since she's his type and all. ]

You knew I was strange when you met me. [ Wryly then: ] That didn't fucking stop you.

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[He smiles, a little lopsided, when she bumps against his chin. Loath as he is to admit it, Andy's got a point. He really doesn't want to think about what this means for his taste, so he instead allows himself the comfort of the rest of this afterglow-- Andy warm and comfortable against him, the dark and quiet of this apartment inviting and easy, instead of lonely.

He huffs out a quiet laugh.]

Okay. I'll give you that. But I'm not exactly your average guy, either.

[She's mostly seen him in his dullest state, but she's also seen him kill and fight. Surely that's enough to pick up that there's something else just below his placid surface.]

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[ Kamui is a lot of things, but average is definitely not one of them. Maybe another person might be fooled by his demeanor, but Andy knows him better than that. She’s seen him pull a trigger. She’s seen the way that eye of his glints just so in the dim. They’re both a little strange - and more alike than either of them realizes yet. ]

Wouldn’t be here if you were.

[ She acknowledges that readily. Not that she’s opposed to a one night stand with some random Joe Schmoe off the street - been there, done that, and plenty of times too. But this is different. He’s different. And maybe that’ll give her second thoughts later. Later. For now though, she seems content enough. Affectionate even. She lets her legs stay tangled with his as she reaches up with one hand, tilting his head towards her for a slow, leisurely kiss.

Wryly, into the space between their mouths: ]

We could do it again, if you want.