You don't know why you strayed off your path, or why you decided to enter the unmarked, unlocked door. Something simply beckoned you, and there was no resisting.
Once inside the building, you'll find yourself in a long hallway marked by multiple doors on both sides. The walls are painted a deep red and lit with gently flickering candles. It's lovely in a way, but there's something ominous about the whole setup. |
Rules: Your character picks a door, seemingly at random, only to have it lock behind them. Inside, they'll find the room set up as if to show their greatest sexual fantasy - even one they may not realize themselves. Everything is perfectly prepared from the bed to the drawers filled with different tools and pleasurable objects to enticing refreshments on the tables. There's a deep scent to the air, perfume tainted with something dark - and the more you breathe in, the more your fantasies will come to mind, until the thought of not acting on them is unbearable.
All there is to do next is wait... You won't be alone for long.
Roll for your character when tagging, or pick a number (or three) that best suits you.
When posting your character, feel free to write a small description about them, about what their fantasy might be, and how the room may be set up. Your character will be compelled to act out their fantasy, no matter the cost.
Have fun!
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01 ❧ White Room
Simple fucking. The room is a pristine white, all lace and sheer drapery, and your beloved is already curled in bed, waiting. You've wanted this person for as long as you can remember, and now they're at your utter mercy. Possibilities range from vanilla sex to noncon. The aphrodisiacs in the air will help you get what's yours, and there are all sorts of delicious drinks to help you along.
02 ❧ Black Room
Bondage. A candlelit room in ornate black, with a chandelier made of bones and walls of leather. Either you want to be restrained, or you've always wanted to tie someone up so that they're helplessly dependent on you. From simple cuffs to intricate Japanese rope bondage to suspension, this room provides it all.
03 ❧ Pink Room
Genderplay. From crossdressing to actual sex-changing, your room includes everything you could possibly dream of. Certain drinks will make you switch bodies, and the closets are filled with all sorts of outfits from the perfectly innocent to downright kinky. From maid/butler outfits to your character's favorite cosplay, anything is possible. Perhaps the outfit you choose will force you to act in that role - for example, a butler's outfit may give you the urge to serve your partner's every whim.
04 ❧ Orange Room
Foodplay. There's a lovely tropical air to the breeze here, and tables are lined with delicious treats, perfect for sharing. Sharing is caring! Maybe you'd like to pour expensive wine over your partner, or eat your favorite food off them, slowly and seductively, until both of you are stuffed in every way possible...
05 ❧ Red Room
Love in Vein. Interested in bloodplay? Your room may be set up like a hospital or even a dirty dungeon, complete with needles and other sharp objects. Take things as far as you can, then go a little further. If you choose this option, please note if your character is open to guro/death. Vampires more than welcome.
06 ❧ Green Room
Multiple partners/multiple penetration. Invite a few friends or use some of the handy toys provided and fill every hole. Tentacles provided upon request.
07 ❧ Yellow Room
Anonymous sex. You're blindfolded and have no idea if the person touching you is friend, foe, or a complete stranger. Somehow, it's all the more thrilling for not knowing...
08 ❧ Gray Room
Phone sex. A steely, futuristic setting. There's a phone ringing next to the bed. Better answer it. Or maybe there's a nice shiny computer with a webcam and you just can't resist the urge to show off...
09 ❧ Black & White Room
Master/Slave. Either you've always wanted to be in charge, or the thought of total submission is almost more than you can bear. Make sure to lick those boots nice and clean.
10 ❧ Purple Room
Humiliation. A room fit for royalty... but do you really deserve to be here? There's just something about being humiliated that turns you on uncontrollably. From being forced to act as furniture for your partner's pleasure to being mercilessly teased, it's all incredibly arousing.
11 ❧ Blue Room
Special powers. Ofuda bondage, electricity play, size play, and so forth. If you've got it, flaunt it. Any power your character possesses will become unlocked in here, although trying to damage the room will have little effect. Better to use that energy satisfying your partner.
12 ❧ Checkered Room
Doubles. You're one of a kind... or are you? Find your twin and act out your fantasy, or multiples of your desired partner. The more the merrier, right? This room features mirrors and furniture shaped like ornate chess pieces.
13 ❧ Crimson Room
Marking. A dark room filled with paintings and graffiti on the walls.Stain your partner for life with a tattoo or lovely scar so everyone knows they belong to you. Piercings can also be used as a mark of ownership, and the most exquisite jewelry is available for your lucky partner (or victim).
14 ❧ Pearl Room
Toys. A shimmering room with walls made of glass and opal, lined with toys. From cock-rings to strap-ons, whips and floggers and feathers, any toy you can dream up will be here for your use. This includes bigger toys, such as sex swings and fucking machines as well.
15 ❧ Lavender Room
Vouyerism. No one's around, so you might as well get started on freeing yourself, right? Only you may not be as alone as you'd thought... The flowers painted on the walls feature tiny peep-holes for those of you who don't want to get too close.
16 ❧ Rainbow Room
Something missing? Pick this option for the wildest idea you can think up. This room will transform itself into your very own fantasy. Simple and sweet or sick and twisted, it's all up to you. |
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[It's almost reassuring. Isn't that nice of him? There are several reasons why he isn't talking much, including his own arousal (such as it is), and the fact that he's recording this particular 'conversation', sound and all. Oh, he doesn't expect to ever use it - that would almost be too easy - but in a few years, if little Mikado keeps evolving, maybe...
That will be much more amusing anyway, right? Mikado will never expect it anymore. Izaya will have to do it at some point, just to see the look on his face; it's too perfect! But that's all right, too. He doesn't expect Mikado to be a perfectly behaved plaything forever.
He certainly plans to enjoy it while it lasts, though.]
You're doing very well. But don't stop now! The show must go on~
[And with that, playtime's over, his voice once again serious. Have some very useful advice, Mikado.]
Slowly.
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That's the thrill of it, isn't it? He knows he's doing a bad thing, knows that it's dangerous, knows that once he's taken this step Izaya will only ask more from it.
That's part of what has him dangling just on the edge of an orgasm, right this moment. He tries to think of how to cool himself back down enough to keep from finishing, and it's an almost desperate thing, the way he casts his mind around.
Unsexy thoughts! He needs unsexy thoughts! Izaya himself would have been one just a month ago, maybe, but that's certainly no longer the case. He could think about his friends- no, that's bad too. The gang war? Definitely not, too exciting. Something boring, something boring.
He finds himself closing his eyes again, trying to slow his breathing, and imagining the voice of the most boring teacher he'd ever had, lecturing about some subject he doesn't care about. Right. He can do this.
He moves his hand very slowly, and because he's trying to make it a show, he starts to touch himself with the other hand as well, running his fingers up over his torso, laying his head back a little to show his throat. He wants to be attractive to Izaya, wants to keep his attention.
This isn't the kind of attention he wants, ultimately, but it's certainly a start.]
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[Izaya shouldn't object - putting on a show is the whole point, after all - but it still sort of rubs him the wrong way. There's only a fine line between Mikado doing what he wants, and Mikado doing what he wants a little too well. It's no fun if it's not difficult. It's no fun if Izaya is getting affected by Mikado's little show, losing control that way.]
How about... I count you down. Five minutes, and you can come. But if you go even a little bit slower, I restart the count.
[It's very likely that he'll do that anyway, at least once, just to see Mikado's reaction. It's absolutely certain that his 'five minutes' will be at least ten.]
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He doesn't want to lose to Izaya.
So even though the older man is the one making the rules, Mikado is determined to win the game, or even make his own rules, somehow. He drops the hand he was rubbing his chest with, leaves it sitting on his thigh, and shifts his grip on his cock, so that he's covering most of it with his hand, fingers spread a little.
Then he starts a slow steady stroke, pushing back his desperation behind the walls he hides everything else behind, when it's necessary.
His voice comes out cool.]
I can do that, Izaya-san.
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Or maybe not. It depends entirely on how this goes, and Izaya can't wait to find out.]
Good, good... [He manages to sound both encouraging and bored. There was only one possible answer, after all.] Five minutes. Don't slow down, now~!
[It's beautiful, seeing that struggle; so beautiful already. His own cock aches a little, wanting more satisfaction at such a wonderful sight, but Izaya's movements stay slow and steady, barely there, just enough to take the edge off. That's how you do it, Mikado! You should take lessons.
Well... Not that Izaya is normal or anything.]
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[Mikado is doing everything he can think of not to get too into it, of course. He continues stroking, trying to stay at the same pace, but he shifts his hand a little every few seconds to try and make sure he's not letting himself build any momentum toward orgasm. Then when that starts to feel like it's not going to be enough, he drops his other hand down to rest against his leg, then pinches.
Well, it hurts. It doesn't hurt good either, but sadly, it doesn't do anything about how wet and flushed his cock is, or how tight his balls feel against his body.
Mikado's face twists into a rather more childish determined expression, losing the coolness of before, and he huffs out.]
Just a few more minutes...
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[Izaya confirms it like it's no big deal, like he's commenting on the weather rather than Mikado's straining cock. It's sort of admirable, really. Mikado has been a pleasant surprise in many ways, and this is yet another to add to the list.]
I'm curious. Who are you thinking of? Who are you thinking of now... and who were you thinking about before?
[It's not like he's trying to get Mikado to think of that person again, or anything! ... Well, maybe. But he is genuinely curious, too.]
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[Mikado is an awfully serious student when he's actually at school, so a teacher who can put him to sleep has to be pretty bad. That's the easy part of the question to answer though, so he does, automatically. The other part... the other part...
The images start to roll through his mind so quickly that he can't stop them. Her dark hair, brushing against her shoulders. The way she smiles sometimes, so gently, and the way she doesn't smile others, no matter how hard he tries. The way she looks whens he takes off her glasses to clean them, almost as if her face were naked in an illicit manner. The strain of her shirt over her breasts - of course, he's human and can't miss that - but also the way she carries herself, the way sometimes when she isn't thinking about it her hand touches his when they walk and-]
I-I-
[No, he needs to think about someone else! Quickly, quickly. Except the next option down the line, the obvious next association, it isn't any better: a flash of earring against tan earlobe, blond hair falling recklessly into familiar eyes, a quick flash of a grin...
No, he can't think of that person either! No, no, no.]
P-please, Izaya-san!
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Say their name.
[It's not like he doesn't have an idea or two, and he'd like to see them confirmed, but that's only part of why he's giving his order. He wants to taint the moment, to let Mikado know that nothing going on in his head will ever be a secret - or stay a secret - from Izaya.]
Say their name, and you can come.
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But he can't. It feels too much like sullying his thoughts of her, which are already dirty enough! But wouldn't it be the same if he said...? Either way, it's wrong, it's terrible, it's something he should never do to the people he cares about.
He can't do it. He won't. He'll just turn the computer off... that's right. He doesn't have to do this. He doesn't.
But.
But.
He can't bring himself to do that either. He's trapped by Izaya's words, by his own desire, by the thrill of the moment. He's right on the verge of his orgasm, and he's about to turn traitor for something that he could easily just walk away from.
He's the worst.
He drops his gaze, but he doesn't stop stroking either. And when he finally can't hold back anymore, he whispers a single word.]
S-sonohara-san.
[Izaya already knew that one, right? People practically thought they were dating, it would be all right!]
LMAO that was the best crack pairing, though. XD
Oh, well. Maybe next time, Izaya can coax that out of him some other way. Maybe he can do a little anonymous digging in preparation, too. For now, this will suffice. Right?
Izaya's smile, still safely unseen, is sharp and barely there. His dick feels heavy, hanging in limbo, and he should probably do something about that. In a little bit. Looking at Mikado's naked form and spent cock, he stays silent for a while, just long enough to hopefully let the full weight of this humiliation sink in.
It's still not good enough. Why is it that the climax for other people never corresponds with his own? Why do so many of the most interesting humans love disgusting monsters, rather than loving Izaya back?]
You should really be careful about that, you know. Your infatuation with that girl is hardly a secret, and every day more people get more information about who you are. She'll end up a target for no other reason than your puppy love very soon.
[And then she'll cut more people, steal more of his humans. That won't do at all.]
I thought you might like that~
[Mikado's voice is very quiet now. He doesn't move to cover himself; he's a little too wiped out from his orgasm to quite get to that yet. Instead, he sits there with his hand and lap still sticky, trying to wrap his mind around what Izaya is saying.]
You're not going to sell her out on me, are you, Izaya-san?
It would have made Izaya's day, too, if he would have believed it.
You assume people would actually pay for that information.
[Didn't Izaya point it out already? And Mikado shouldn't have needed even that much - but all right, all right, allowances must be made. The boy did just have an orgasm, after all (Izaya, meanwhile, is starting to give up on his own), and he's still only human.]
Everybody in your school knows already, don't they? Even for an outsider, it would probably only take one look at the two of you leaving the school to draw their conclusions.
[Nobody with half a brain was going to pay an information broker for what was plain to see - and frankly anybody who might be a real threat to Mikado had to be at least that smart.]
That said, if it's her address they want... or her measurements...
ahahahaha IKR? It would have had to be pretty convincing though.
Of course, he could have just turned the camera off and continued talking, but he's not sure Izaya would keep talking if he did that. And it feels vitally important, somehow, that he keeps this man's attention.
Courting danger? Definitely.]
What you're saying is that I should stay away from her, isn't it, Izaya-san?
It would require some very sneaky setting up in advance. But Simon might cooperate for that. XD
[He'd prefer it if Mikado did stay away from that demon sword, of course; Mikado was his long before he was ever hers. And while Anri seemed serious about not planning to cut Mikado, there's no telling when that may change.
Not to mention that she might bring the wrong kind of attention on Mikado, herself, and if - extremely unlikely though it was - the two of them ever started cooperating...
But Izaya won't outright tell Mikado what to do; not only would that be no fun, but it would probably only have the reverse effect - or other negative repercussions - anyway.]
I have every faith in your ability to maintain a careful balance.
you should pull out your Simon journal and we should play Mikado asking for that.
[Mikado squirms a little, aware he's still on camera. Now that he's not really doing anything, it's almost more embarrassing, because he has a clear head to think about it.
Even though he's covered his lap with the towel, he's still aware that he's naked, that his butt is kind of stuck to his chair, that he's covered in his own jizz.]
Um, Izaya-san, is this... are we done? For tonight?
[No. Wait. Why did he add that? Just because he'd agreed to do this once didn't mean he wanted to do it again, right? What is he even thinking? This isn't going to be his new way of talking to Izaya!
He wants to backpedal, and it probably shows on his face. But that's exactly why he can't. So he lets the words stand.]
LMAO! All the confusion on Simon's part, and then ALL the bad jokes and innuendo.
Mikado's question, however, is very satisfying indeed. The fact that he asked at all could have gone either way, but with that small and yet oh so significant addendum -... While Mikado can't see Izaya, he can probably hear the smirk in his voice.]
M-hm. For tonight.
[Izaya has other matters to attend to, after all, and Mikado has given him as much as can be expected. Much longer, and Izaya will end up bored.]
Goodnight then, Mikado-kun. Sweet dreams~!
IKR? Wouldn't it be lovely?
Goodnight, Izaya-san.
[He'd hoped Izaya hadn't caught onto what he'd said, but of course that was a ridiculous expectation.
What's worse is that he knows that if Izaya asks him to, he'll do this much again, or more.
Why?
Because his heart is pounding.
Because he's terrified.
Because even as he turns off his webcam and gets up to go wash away his shame, he's already thinking about how he'd like to touch himself again in the shower.
There's nothing more erotic than playing with fire.]