Reboot (Parasyte) Mitsuo

A rebooted Mitsuo; I'm rebuilding him based on the source material (some role plays with my friend, and the hot street thug from parasyte), I used the parasyte reference to work out how tall he should be; 177 centimeters or 5'9.5", and to differentiate him from Skull Mitsuo, I decided to give him the original sources Skinny Jeans and Dress Shoes

Standing 5’9.5” or 177 centimeters tall; Mitsuo Nagakawa has long brown hair and stubble on his chin; thick pubic hair with a trail running up his defined stomach to his two pack, small amounts of chest and leg hair. Half-Japanese on his father’s side; he usually wears a two-tone designer hoodie with red bottom and black on top and the arms; along with skinny jeans and dress shoes, as well as his signature skullcap.

Born september 15th 2001, he has eye bags from his chronic insomnia. As a street fighter; he’s playfully cocky and brash; very agile, adding high kicks and twists for added flare; he’s able to take a beating and keep on fighting. Mitsuo is easily aggravated and quick to start fights, he runs his van gang with three subordinates, but his gang answers to another boss and his two henchmen.

Often quietly amused by Anep’s antics, he isn’t afraid to call him out for being annoying; but sure to follow up with affection to make sure Anep feels loved. Even with the disrespect among friends, and degradation in bed; Mitsuo is a wonderful boyfriend; making Anep kawasaki roses whenever he’s upset; and helping Anep work through stress that he confuses for anger. 

Despite his quick temper, he is very charismatic, having several friends he can call on for favors even outside his usual circle. Mitsuo’s van gang are well known around Rachel; delinquents who bully people for money, fight each other, and graffiti places. Still, Mitsuo does good business as the only computer repair technician in town; and his skills in business and programming let him do every tech job in town for a generous fee.

Mitsuo is a thug, neglecting his actual life for the street, and spending his little salary on cheap beer, drugs, and condoms, he needs Anep to keep from living like a bachelor; eating more than improvised leftovers; and cleaning up after him, doing his laundry. Mitsuo may be vulgar about it; but he knows he lucked out with his little hubswife.

Pistachio ice cream is his favorite, and he prefers Rice Liqueur.A stoner street thug, often an asshole or stoner douche, behaving like a frat boy and swearing like a sailor; but knowing how to behave, fitting in at the country club when needed; he walks with a laid black slouch and confident but phlegmatic swagger. He smokes weed, occasionally drinks, rarely mush, and even more rarely LSD or Opium.

Mitsuo’s dick is average; but it's nice, fat, juicy, uncut; and curved perfectly for Anep. Making dorky faces; Mitsuo fucks like a rabbit; always with a silly expression, even when Anep climbs on top of his six and a half incer, he teases and pushes boundaries while Anep shudders and shakes.

Though calling himself straight, he doesn’t care about gender, he has a thing for nerdy guys, because they are easy to push around, and shy girls because they are usually big sluts; he hasn’t bothered keeping track of how many sexual partners, including blowjobs, since the number passed 30, most were hookups, and includes one husband and wife duo.

Mitsuo greatly enjoys his relationship with Anep, based on physical intimacy and shared activities and hobbies; rather than emotions; and relies on Anep’s clear communication; he loves to agress Anep in public; feeling his boyfriend up.

Bear NSFW

Bring NSFW

Beck NSFW

Eric NSFW

Walker NSFW

Sheryl NSFW

Sour Cream NSFW

Reboot Mitsuo NSFW

Cool Ranch - Op̄tr Hunk NSFW

Flad Tsubori

Fvđ II, Tsuboŕ Series (Flade-2 Tsubori Series); obviously based on Klein from SAO; the only guy I liked from the show, and one of the few anime characters whose voice I can remember (the others being Kinro from Dr. Stone, Vincent from Cathrine, Space Dandy, and Law)

A bastardized Op̄tr f/a Nebula AEL lab in germany; assembled; replaceable parts; him too; his angst. He's Fvđ II, 5’9½, born November 28th '96. Yte-bwn; s/s ⛢ like any Op̄tr, w/blu offmod ◉s’; stuck at 16 y/o b/tall. Fvđ left t/ concrete/metal gurney lab at 4 b/i left marks o/h psyche; unfinished tiny home n/w Äb/Vbt.

Fvđ has a hooked nose, a/wears his hair up w/a striped blue bandana around his forehead; chin stubble; warbly; he’s lanky; 2 abs/fur; w/nice arms f/work. Fvđ wears a light blue hoodie w/pushed sleeves; a/❖ on it, skinnies w/a kanji belt; mint sneakers. His i/m cd/s; ⎉ u/ass. Img-clr red/blu ♁.

Over fren/nice; sets mood; overprotective, irritated w/people get i/t deadly situations; b/limited; calls ppl out; a/ s/t makes dark jokes. He b/c excited a/awkward seeing hot girls; a/f t/ir #s.

He works part time at Hello-Hello grocers in Lunette; because Äb lives in, a/ is well known in town, this w/t only place that would hire him w/his ID, a/n fake. S/o a p/t ful; w/Äb’s hand/Vbt + dakimakura.

Ethnically jap, he’s a weeb; but raised by the AEL; a DrEcon at 13, speaking english; learning jap/ger in 2w; tho being f/Germany; loves racist jokes a/slurs in private.

Fvđ’s st8 cuck; nice average perfect ↺s’ 6½"; uncut; s/t uses grape ribbed condoms a/lube i/f, n/b; c/g thru six a/a bottle. Junk food; burned ffs l/a rabbit. After goin’ steady/⚮ t/ve become unable to keep off Äb. L/ffs Äb’s f/b c/s holes.

Considered a skirt chaser; never cared a/b gender; he loves g/ fingered; dorky, he’s better luck w/men; got together w/Äb by aggressing for staring at his arms a/spring, a/later Äb’s crush, inviting Vbt into bed while he watched; b/c an OT3. T/ir b/great husbandos f/ t/ir Äb waifu.

Spends mostly on VR games a/cheap beer; neglecting actual life; he needs Äb to clean a/do laundry a/ i/n embarrassed a/b being taken care of by a 17 y/o. Fvđ lucked out w/Äb a/couldn’t do better. On his days off he fills Äb’s time w/ marathon sex a/weebs. Fvd VRs, Äb plays handheld. 5pcs; 2l/ps; clearLCDs. H/wanders a/r a/l, n/v w/you l/h. Silver flame cd/s.

Fvđ’s well trained a/fights w/spiked beam katana; u/ b/b f/instant KO; breakdance w/⚔play; pragmatist; groin kicks w/n safe t/b hero a/m. Cd/s for i/m life; e/y; +ESP/TP. Trusts Vbt t/h his back i/t dungeons. Enjoys’ phys/inti; n/emote; relies Äb clear/Vbt blunt. Road tripping i/h camper. L/ s/i tub; fun i/shower.

Clubhouse Blowjob (Mitsuo's Premier)

At the Skull's hideout, a rundown warehouse, missing a whole wall, out beyond the factory farms, back in what had once been a town but, after 20 years of being overgrown and rundown, had become little more than a ghost. Mitsuo sitting on the worn out, but exceedingly comfortable couch; fly unzipped, his big, fat, uncut 8 incher pulled out for all the world to see; well if I wasn’t deep throating the impressive hunk of meat.

Head buried in his thick and curly unkempt pubes, very aware of the bunch of guys watching us, even without watching; most of the gang was autistic and or gay dudes, refuse the other gangs didn’t want. There were a few fellow bottoms, most of the rest were tops, the majority turned on; by the big boss who’d fucked some of em, or by my cocksucking skills.

Mitsuo liked to put on a show, but was as possessive as any man, unwilling to share his boyfriend with his friends except when the mood strikes him; watching me being plowed, double stuffed, sometimes he invited a girl to peg him while I rode him, or to help double stuff me, sometimes we’d make out while he got blown, or while I blew him, or he plowed someone else while we both got ate out. It was an endless variation whenever he wanted to get wild.

After the first time I sucked Mitsuo off in front of the grunts, one of the stupider ones had propositioned me to do the same for him, and got punched for it, most guys here wouldn’t make the same mistake.

Mitsuo was a huge macho man, loved getting sucked off in front of his friends. When we had first met on the street; that very day when I first blew him in the bathroom of a cafe, I was nervous at sucking off such a huge member, I had never done it before; but I sucked and nipped at my would-be boyfriends half hard cock.

At 6’5” Mitsuo was a giant intimidating man when he decided to stand tall, a stoner street thug by the way he talked and dressed, leader of a large color gang, the Skulls, but the fact I hadn’t done this before be damned, I sucked as best I could. Not quite able to deep throat his impressive tool yet, Mitsuo said he was won over when I ordered him to pull my hair, and in love when I asked him to cum on my face; calling me his little cocksucking cumslut.

Tonguing the inside of his foreskin, earning a loud moan and string of curses mixed with high praise from my vocal boyfriend. Just as I begin pulling off to nibble on his neglected balls, Mitsuo grabs my hair and forces me back down onto his cock until my mouth is at the base and my nose is in his pubes, grunting as I deep throat his cock.

I suck harder, he says he loves me, a blush on his face, and I reply with his dick in my mouth, vibrating his massive tool, as he thrusts his hips wildly and irregularly, and I know he’s close, his curses and moans getting wilder, louder. He grabs my hair and roughly pulls me off his cock; already missing the weight and taste of it, he demands I keep my mouth open as if I didn’t always.

Reaching my hand into his fly and playing with his big hairy balls, he strokes a couple of times and I squeeze his balls, and with one last curse he shoots an impressive load all over my face, managing to only get half into my mouth, which I greedily swallow with a loud gulp.

Moving to clean the rest off my face, he grabs my hand and stops me, silently asking for a second round; by the time I start sucking again he’s gone half soft, but soon I have him rock hard again, giving me a chance to admire the majesty of his dick, big, fat, uncut, 8 inches long, curved to hit my insides perfectly, with a big throbbing blue vein on the side.

Taking his two balls into my mouth, massaging them with my tongue, eventually moving on to his cock, leaking precum, he compliments me on being an eager cocksucker; slapping me in the face with his junk before I deep throat him and begin to coax a second orgasm out of him; shooting a second massive load down my throat; it may be hard, but I eagerly swallow it all. This is the man I love, be damned if I spill his seed.

As I milk him dry, his grunts come up and high five him, others complimenting my headgame. As I tuck him back into his pants I notice a good number of the grunts have moved behind the walls, probably to jerk off with some semblance of privacy.

Relationship Drabble - Drunk

Sometimes Mitsuo got so drunk with his friends that he wouldn't recognize Anep; often mistaking his teddy bear for a girl because of his voice. He’d say something along the lines of “you know I never do this” “I’m not that kind of guy” but “you just get me” “like we have this connection, and they’d end up falling into bed together; little different than when he was sober.

Mitsuo never did this with other people; he never ‘cheated’ on Anep with others when he was drunk, and it never bothered Anep, even when Mitsuo didn’t know who he was, he knew they belonged together. No matter what anybody said or did, how hard they tried, Mitsuo was never interested in anyone else.

That was their connection, he wanted to be with Anep even when he didn’t know who was who. Anep was happy to lead Mitsuo to their bed, strip him of everything but his boxers, and ride Mitsuo while his jaw was slack and rambling; then pinning Anep to the bed, hands around his neck, the weight of his torso over his body; all sort of different positions; it wasn’t uncommon for them to go through six condoms and a whole bottle of lube like this.

Anep was a deep sleeper so Mitsuo snoring through these same nights was never an issue. He’d kiss him as he woke up, ask him if his hips or back hurt, and tend to his hangover. If Mitsuo knew what was going on he never said anything, but he was never shocked to wake up next to Anep, nor curious about the hand-prints on his neck and hips, and bruises and bites everywhere else.

Relationship Drabble - Private Show

There’s nothing more arousing to Mitsuo than seeing his uptight and anxious, and far too innocent acting Anep break down and become a submissive bitch, moaning and whimpering on his thick cock. He loves it when the mashmallow calls him “boss” and begs him to fuck his “pussy” harder. And he’s completely right to call it that: this tight white hole was made to be bred and filled up with cum. After he’s done, he’ll let the rest of the grunts fight over who gets to have the sloppy seconds, and thirds, and fourths, and fifths.

It let Mitsuo pull a power move over his grunts, reminding them that he was the boss not just because he started the gang, but because he was the big man with the big dick, it wasn’t just that he was the best fighter, but by having exclusive rights to the best cumdump the gang had ever seen, access which he might rarely share but could never lose, he helped affirm that he was their alpha. It helped keep people in line.

Sheryl

Bisexual, Sheryl is actually a guy, despite his name, 6'0", he has gorgeous caramel skin, he is Portuguese from Brazil, with a black grandmother, he has a number of tattoos on the right side of his body, along the front and back of his torso down his upper leg and arm, in dark magenta smart ink, when his blood chemistry changes, for instance, under sexual arousal they glow neon pink, and under adrenaline they glow bright white. He is a model and cam boy for a living, but he works at a loading and unloading cargo ships when they land to keep his figure and keep him grounded, a total dom, though he’s bisexual he feels rather no emotional connection to women, he is very popular for sleeping with his fans and signing autographs, he however, cannot take sadism being dished back to him.

He is shady and kind of a creep, sleazy, and the butt of many jokes about him creeping on people or being a rapist, but when push comes to shove, nobody doubts that he would never cross that line and his friend’s trust in him is implicit. His preferred weapon is razor wire. He is very sketchy, a total sleaze bag, but is a good man at heart, and it’s all just jokes, he lives in an apartment in Seattle, earning a living as a e-sex boy, selling himself as the perfect boyfriend with a new fantasy each episode.

He is a jaded playboy whose emotions have become dulled and his heart numb, a lazy sleaze who only goes for one night stands, he works at a loading dock during the day to cover up that he's a gay cam boy at night. He now only finds meaning with his friends, not relationships, and is always quick to give a bullshit rationale behind his subdued feelings. His persona is that of the perfect boyfriend, and each show is a diffrent fantasy, rich boyfriend, football boyfriend, etc, where he dresses up, strips, and jerks off while telling a sex story, this is a persona however, and while he may sleep with his fans ocasionally wearing this mask, he will never use it on his friends because he genuinely cares about them and won’t lie for their affection.

He lives in one of the penthouse apartments in the new shopping district.

Hunter

Flippy - Bisexual

Hunter is tall 6'2", pale, gold eyes, mint blond hair with an undercut, revealing dark green roots. He has hairy legs but fuzz everywhere else, thick pubes, he is very lanky but shredded as fuck, born in 2055, he's one of the youngest Skullz. Hunter is a military fanboy and went to work as a mercenary when he turned 15, after his conventional basic training regimen he was fitted with a new experimental psyberware implant to give him psychic senses, however further training proved to stressful for the implant, the interferes fucks with his brain chemistry, giving him PTSD and fragments of a split personality, while it should let him know about enemies and other combat data the implant keeps trying to predict combat patterns based on psychic insight, creating a kind of fake, forced memory, literally a fase traumatic flashback. The defects in the implant detectors create "ghosts" as they overreact to residual psychic energy even when the originator is gone, though they don't always come from the dead. The implant does make him master at hand to hand combat, helping him develop expert strategizing and tactical problem solving skills, and gain the ability to wield any weapon he might find on the battlefield without prior knowledge of its specific operating principles, and give him savant shooting capabilities, essentially making Hunter an ace combatant with the skills of a war weary veteran with decades of service.

The few trainees with this new, powerful, but entirely experimental implant experienced some side effects, while Hunter gained skills equal to a highly trained and accomplished veteran he also developed PTSD and Dissociative Personality Disorder, although he has no actual memories of these events, he still has the traumatic experiences, when triggered, he takes on a highly confident, sleazy, violent, and aggressive persona that can make full use of his super soldier skills. Hunter suffer nightmares over these experiences, with his mind filling in the missing details with images of his friends, family, and his home, he is haunted by the deaths of friends and comrades, brothers, that are still alive, and sees his hands as having been stained by the blood of atrocities that have never actually happened. This has subjected Hunter to constant accusations of faking his war experiences to get attention, which is part of the reason he’s been adopted by Dean Shinwoo.

Hunter is a bit socially timid and nerdy, kind but shy, unaware of his sex appeal and charm, gets too caught up nerding out over Bear being an Alien to remember he was trying to get laid. He and the ‘other hunter’ share the same underlying personality and contectome, the other hunter simply has different traits at the forefront of his personality,  he is simply a different mask over the real Hunter, just a different elaboration of his personality. Hunter is descended from Americans, but is extremely skilled with the Russian language and much of his specific knowledge is about Russian weapons technology and military techniques - he likely is from a now defunct Russian paramilitary contractor group, since the experiment obviously failed, he was simply thrown out as a useless asset during bankruptcy.

Hunter is one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet, shy and quiet but also confident in himself and his value as a person, he is very strong willed, manly, but not loud - he is however, very dangerous under the right circumstances, though he has never harmed anyone, including himself, without sufficient cause, he is Dean Shinwoo's roommate and Dean has essentially taken legal custody of him, Dean, a veteran, will hurt anybody who tries to deny Hunter the respect a veteran is due, even if the war Hunter fought isn't real, he's still been to hell and back.

Hunter Adventures without armor, and fights with various styles of gun.

Dean and Hunter live inside a cargo container together, they have two bunk beds, one with a couch underneath and the other a TV, along with a small kitchen and fully stocked bathroom. There are plenty of windows and too many guns for anybody nearby to feel reasonably safe.

Dean

Mac Skull, born in 2037 in Imperial Americana, honorably discharged 2060 - Gay - wears inappropriately adult themed cutoff tee-shirts constantly. He is Hunter's legal guardian, he works double shifts on the factory farm to support himself and Hunter inside their cargo container of a home out in the chaotic older occupation era homes; though this RV is fully outfitted for the two men’s various hobbies and predilections, there are far far to many weapons, rounds of ammunition, and alcohol for anybody at the local tower to feel reasonably safe, however, responsible gun ownership is the rule of their home. The two confirmed bachelors are so bad at cleaning and daily home maintenance that it’s totally worth it to pay Anep to come clean for them.

Dean Shinwoo is of average height - 5'10.5", big shoulders, powerful chest, and rippling muscle, he had long hair always sticking upward in a wavy mess, his naturally light brown hair is dyed blond on the top of his head, combined with the green bandana he always has wrapped around his forehead, makes it look like, from the front, he has two totally distinct hair colors, blond on top, and all brown on the bottom. He has thick brown eyebrows, bright cyan eyes that are always half-lidded, and wrinkles give him permanent bags under his eyes. Dean doesn't look lazy though, his eyes are always bright, and his smile full of genuine merriment and cheer, though always with a hint of danger. He wears his dog tags around his neck, and his white wife beater has the shoulder area totally ripped and torn, he always wears pants evocative of a baggy military uniform and big belt, with his shirt tucked loosely in, and giant black combat boots.

Dean Shinwoo joined the military when he was 16 out of a very dumb sense of patriotism, he completed his training and was deployed to one of the endless peacekeeping wars that ravage the world. He had been rewarded for good work with a basic super soldier enhancement, his reflexes are extremely fast, his perceptions and situational awareness increased via drugs, his stamina heightened to the point he could go for two weeks without sleep as long as he got minimal rest during that time. He was deployed to war after war, he spent 15 years in the service before being hospitalized for a severe injury, which eventually resulted in his honorable discharge, the field treatments weren't good enough to fix a basically destroyed respiratory system, and the military washed their hands of him.

Disillusioned from the military and big money interests, he drifted all across America and Pangaea and always looking for something to believe in, he found Hunter, another victim of the military grooming its youth to fight on its behalf in the endless wars to sustain the global economy; eventually settling down in Seattle with Hunter, forming a group of ex-military and military enthusiasts as well as a field medic who bond over their military experience or need for first aid.

Dean Shinwoo has one final surprise for most people, hes’ 100% gay, his type, much younger bear cubs, the more innocent, the better, and he was a expert at taking a guys virginity without leaving a sour taste in their mouth when he didn’t come back the next day. He was a romantic sweetheart but preferred to remain unattached. Dean’s choice of non-lethal weapons was a Needle Gun, coated in a muscle relaxer,
he aimed for acupuncture pressure points, temporarily paralyzing a target, he used small, Japanese knives too, as close quarters hand to hand weapons, coated in a paralyzing agent that Dean's military enhancements made him immune too, but which would paralyze another person with just a scratch. His gear is military grade body armor, as well as a gatling gun as well as a smaller needle gun, he wears strips of needles wrapped all around his body like rambo.

Beck

Going by Beck only, 186 (6'1"), a buffoonish man with a gaudy taste for gold, he is quite tall and always found in a bright gold business suit with a black tie, with a curl of naturally golden blond hair, and golden brown eyes, a few shades richer than Mitsuo's honey brown. He is a womanizing sleaze who's also into dudes. He was a petty criminal in old new york, moving across the countryside always a step ahead of the authorities, eventually joining the Skullz in the old United States, where Mitsuo convinced him to go legit, starting his own weapons dealing firm just outside the Seattle Stacks in the huge swath of junkyards surrounding the city. While he may be a buffoon he is also a genius - a tech savant who can patch together any technology he finds, an IQ of roughly 210, but he's a classic underachiever who took to petty crime to get through life the easy way. His color scheme is gold and black, his taste is gaudy and tacky gold gold gold.

Beck is no introvert but he is an almost autistic weirdo, he has great charisma. He was too smart for school, and became a petty criminal in old New York City, the famous city of lights, with its downtown having been hit by a direct nuclear strike during the seven hours war. He ended up drifting across the county, committing progressively more and more sophisticated high tech crimes, before setting up shop as an Arms Dealer in the rump republic before the government could manage to pin any crimes on him.

He’s good at getting tech to do Science, he can hook up any tech system into any other tech system, including with effort, Insanon technology. Beck fanboys about the ‘Alien’ whenever in Anep’s presence, and for the most part Beck is a fanboy, but he is also still a sleazy but charismatic ladies man. Beck can't actually have a functional relationship, fuck yes, but love is too much for his lightning quick brain to deal with. He is the only natural psychic in the Skullz, his power is great enough that no scientific test in his vicinity can be taken as accurate, but primarily his ability allows machines to “yell back” at him, a form of technotelepathy.

Living in his own junkyard on the edge of Hellawes, with some greenhouses, and piles of old cars. He refurbishes military mechas and other robotic technology, weapony, and high technology, for his business, as a private technology contractor, focusing on cybernetics, robotics, and other heavy technologies, supplying people who would otherwise be unable to access this tech at reasonable prices, he even has access to decommissioned military technology, contracting with several local police forces and private security firms, as well as maintaining and refurbishing android companions and pet robots, and other such autonomous mechanical devices.

Beck has produced a technology called the Advanced Generation Device; this is a standard issue, if older, auto fabrication which is run by a trio of personality transplants based on Beck himself, these ais take relevant data and use evolutionary algorithms to enhance the products they produce; this device is used in Beck's work, but has also produced the highly specialized and useful armors and weapons the Skulls use in Ruin Delving; taking readings from sensors built into them and data contextual data to produce more advanced gear after each fight; often by using materials scavenged from the ruins themselves.

Rivals with Walker, sometimes bitter, sometimes friendly, both competing to be the smartest man in the gang, though Walker helps him out of programming jams every now and then; including with his Advanced Generation Device. He is equipped with two brain implant chips, running two distinct copies of his personality in parallel; which are always communicating with him to help him decide on the best course of action by providing him with an inner voice with two counter perspectives; these are two scaled down versions of the three AIs used in the AGD.

Whether they realize it or not; Beck and Anep only communicate by flirting; both are highly intelligent and both have a strong interest in each other's thoughts and opinions; unlike Walker, who finds Anep mildly annoying, Beck loves talking with Anep, and has a slight crush on him; with Mitsuo inviting Beck to have sloppy seconds from time to time.

Physically, Beck is a tall thin man, with no real muscle tone, and average amount of body hair; but Anep considers him one of the most attractive men in the gang. Beck Fanboys over everything Op̄tr, and loves the theorize about how they work even when they defy all human understanding; having figured out that the halo-like devices used for Op̄tr gravity control operate as Radion Accelerators to generate both gravity and anti-gravity; also figuring out this is how Anep’s halo works; simply producing light as a byproduct of the loop’s inefficiencies.

Beck created Mitsuo and Anep’s wedding rings by working small bits of Op̄tr metal, though he isn’t exactly sure why one of the metal rings on Mitsuo’s turned black. He performs maintenance on Dotty, but they consider each other Brother and Sister and have no romantic feelings for one another; she often tries to set him up on dates with men to fangirl over him.

Relationship Drabble - Pushy

Anep was a brat, and Mitsuo loved to play a soft, casual dom for him; letting Anep push against him without subjecting him to the pressure of being in control. Mitsuo made sure he felt like opinions were always heard; as long as you knew what you were doing it was pretty easy to push Anep around, he even enjoyed it. Submitting to Mitsuo whenever his dom put him back into his place.

In bed this dynamic was even more frenetic, with dirty talk, degradation, Anep trying his best to humiliate Mitsuo by taking charge and ride him like a greedy cock hungry power bottom, while Mitsuo would revel in how easily Anep would submit to him when he felt like it, and beg to be fucked harder or faster, deeper, asking if he was being good and to be rewarded.

Egor

Egor Shao, a strange mix, half Chinese and half Russian, he is extremely tall, slightly taller than even Mitsuo at 6'10", he has short light brown hair that curls slightly and pointy sideburns, and pale blue eyes, he is always sharply dressed, with a darker steel blue high collar sweater under a nice black dress jacket with matching pants and dark red dress shoes. He is a gentleman and cheerful, he can be very intimidating when he wants, he never carries a weapon with him, and will instead improvised weapons on the spot and is an expert at non-lethal combat and capture, making him a natural bounty hunter. He was raised as an assassin, and primarily worked for a shady pharmaceutical company called Nebula, before deciding to try and turn his life around, he worked various jobs along the coast before meeting Nanu, pizza boy, bartender, delivery boy, mover, he does it all. He is a gentleman in bed too, with a classy no-homo bro sentiment as he plows with precision and no wasted movements. He is very good at cheerful intimidation. Assassin Skull, he is Aromatic like Nanu but is platonically bisexual.

Egor is not officially a Skull, like Nanu, but he is treated as a hired gun, and is well aware of Nebula and Anep, his apartment has only enough room for a bed, TV, couch, coffee table, and a very small fully functional kitchen. He works as a pizza delivery boy locally, with a crappy car that can’t really lose any more value if something bad happens. Egor fights with an unornamented sword that vibrates at extreme speed, and a large rapid firing gun. He lives on the other side of the duplex with Nanu.