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These rules are NOT solid, just some basic guidelines. Feel free to ask some questions if you feel these need to be clarification!

Last edited: 9/5/24

- Any fandom I have on the ‘fandoms I’m in’ document is open for x reader asks! Even if you don’t see me writing x readers unprompted, feel free to ask for one!

- I will age up certain characters if you ask for them. But, I hold the right to shoot down a character if I feel they’re too young.

- NSFW content is completely okay! I just ask that you don’t request kinks like ddlg, vore, piss, scat, lolis, incest, fisting and anything else I remember.

I will write monsters, but it’s a vibe-by-vibe basis. I can’t explain why, but some monsters simply do not vibe as good to write for. Like, Morgana or jack frost from persona. They have human-like shapes, and intellegence to them, plus are arguably monsters. Yet, I prefer to human-ify Mona, and am not comfy writing jack frost smut. I don’t know why, because Loki, lilium, and other persona monsters are fine.
- be patient! I’m a slow writer and I try to put some good quality content out despite my depression, so it might take me a while to get to your asks. As long as you’re patient with me, I will get to them!

- you can always commission me to write something if you would prefer that. Those can be posted or private.

- I will take ship content requests. If you want a specific ship, but aren’t sure if I would be willing to write for them, you can always ask how I feel about the ship and idea!

- You can always send in an ask just to ask a general question or check an idea before you send it. I also have gotten dms to check ideas, so that’s an option too.

- No oc asks! I don’t know your babies like you do, and I don’t want to take creative liberties and risk being rude. So, please don’t ask for an oc x character ask. This goes for thinly veiled oc asks framed as ‘x reader’.

KINKTOBER-SPECIFIC RULES

Of course, they are flexible, and I will edit, add, or reword them as is necessary, so if you’ve still got questions, feel free to ask. That way I can make sure these are clear and thorough before the event!

Created: 9/5/24

Last Edited: 10/1/25

- Feel free to leave your requested prompt/prompts and ship in the comments of this (or really any request book tbh) book if you're on Ao3! If you want anonymity though, my tumblr asks are open as well! - No x readers for kinktober! While I take x reader asks year round, kinktober is the time specifically meant for me to write ships. Any x reader asks will be pushed off until the kinktober asks are finished up!

- For an ask to count for kinktober, all it needs is a specified prompt from the list, and the ship. That's it!

- Don’t be ashamed if you want a specific kink from the prompt list! Tumblr has anonymous asks, and kinktober is all about the fun kinks you’re prompted to write. So, there’s no shame if you want one of the wilder kinks lol.

- BE 18+!! While I can’t check anonymous askers, I am an 18+ blog, all of my followers should be a minimum of 18. I’ll still specify that you should be 18 or older to partake in this prompt list though, lol

- Any fandom listed is stuff I will take kinktober requests from, any other fandom is not garunteed to be accepted since I might not be confident writing for those characters.

- Patience is key! I will finish kinktober asks even after October ends, so if your ask isn’t posted right away, just be patient, it will be!

- Yes, you can add kinks on top of the prompts you want, just make sure to keep them within my general writing rules Here.

- You can also add scenario prompts for your requests (ex: Domestic, yandere![character], monsters)

- Please make sure you clarify whether an ask if specifically for kinktober and what kinks you want so that I’ll know for sure.

- Please remain respectful of the prompt list, askers, askers requested prompts or ships, and of me! This is meant to be fun, not a warzone.

- No Ocs!* Like usual, I do not write original characters, and thus, no oc x canon
The only exception I make to this rule is for people I am close to. Like my boyfriend or close friends.

- This goes without saying, but be mindful of the general rules too! Kinktober is a fun event, but the house rules still apply during it to some extent.

- Please see the list of characters I will not write smut for before you send in an ask.

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Not all of these fandoms I’m super far into, so be warned. Also, be mindful of the state of them!

Italicized- Not actively writing for it, but it is still open for asks! I will inevitably return to them at some point though.

Struck through- I am no longer taking asks for, or writing for that fandom. Though, I will return to it at some point.

Date updated: 3/13/25

Bungo Stray Dogs (watched all seasons so far and know the gist of the manga)
Hunter x Hunter (Watched the entire 2011 version, watching through the og, but haven’t touched the manga)
Pandora hearts (it’s been a while, but I’ve read the entire manga. We don’t talk about the anime)
Dr. Stone (Finished the anime so far, currently caught up on the manga)
food wars (I’ve seen the entire anime that I know of!)
Inuyasha (seen all of the anime that I know of!)
Persona (I have played all of Persona 2’s innocent sin, am playing through Eternal Punishment and Persona 3, and have seen the p4 and 5’s anime, as well as the Persona 3 movies)
Bleach (I am at least vaguely familiar with the series, tho I am currently refreshing myself on it)
Tristamp (I have seen all of Stampede and 98, but haven’t gotten to the manga yet)

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This is a collection of characters I won't write smut for, simple as that. I'll write normal stuff for these characters, just not anything spicy. Some of them are here temporarily, because I've either written for them a lot, or because I simply don't feel confident writing them and need to refresh on their personalities/ips, others are here for obvious reasons, such as their age/young appearance.

This list will change, grow, or shrink as my comfort and opinions change, so it's good to keep an eye on this thing so you know who to double check about before you ask. Feel free to also ask if you'd like clarification on why they're here! Just be respectful about it, lol.

Created: 6/30/24

Updated: 10/1/25

Bungo stray dogs

Ougai Mori
Kyuusaku
Teruko Okura
Ochi Fukuchi
Kenji Miyazawa
Kyoka Izumi

Hunter x hunter

Killua Zoldyck
Gon Freecs
Biscuit krueger
Kalluto zoldyck
Alluka zoldyck

Dr. Stone

Mirai Shishio
Suika
Shovel

Persona 2

Nyarlethotep
Philemon

Persona 3

Ken Amada
Emiri Kanou
Isako Toriumi

Persona 4

Nanako Dojima
Tohru Adachi

Persona 5

Lavenza
Futaba Sakura
Caroline and justine
Sadayo Kawakami
Masayoshi Shido
Suguru Kamoshida
Sophia
Cat/biped cat Morgana

Food wars

Momo Akanegakubo

Pandora Hearts

Oz vessalius
Alice
Sharon Reinsworth

Monsters

Jack frost
Black frost
King frost
Mara

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1. Somnophilia
2. Master/slave
3. Balcony sex
4. Public sex
5. Bunny costume
6. Edging
7. sex pollen/aphrodisiacs
8. Clothed sex
9. Lingerie
10. Princess/prince
11. Primalplay
12. Face sitting
13. Breathplay
14. Glove kink
15. Angel/devil
16. Blood kink
17. First time/virginity
18. Gunplay
19. Praise/degredation
20. Nurse
21. Free use/stuck in place
22. Sensory play
23. Teratophilia
24. Crossdressing
25. little red riding hood
26. Dub/Noncon
27. face fucking
28. Biting
29. Used panties
30. Gagging
31. Witch

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Halloween parties were one of the only parties Minato Arisato liked. They were still noisy and crowded, but at least the excuse to dress up was fun, and there was the candy too. Though, what had the blue-haired man eager to go this year wasn't the candy or the costumes. This year, it was the chance to spend some time with his roommate, Shinjiro Aragaki.

Also known as Shinji, the tall brunette had a powerful charm. rebellious, strong, and stand-offish, the grumpy man was a romance lover's fantasy. And while he didn't read those, his roommate still turned the blue-haired man into a flustered teen.

The only issue was, he seemed completely oblivious to that fact.

Which was why Minato looked forward to Kenji's Halloween party this year. Even if his costume was...not his usual tastes.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, though. He reminded himself. A deep breath taken while he put on the cheap body suit, bunny ear headband, and sheer black thigh highs. A small grimace on his face as he looked at himself in the mirror. His pale skin, storm-grey eyes, and shaggy, midnight-blue hair didn't go with the hot pink outfit, but it was the only color the website had in his size. At least, the last one not intended for a woman. So, he sucked it up. Sighing and pulling on his usual shoes, he drew in a deep breath to soothe his nerves and headed out to the living room. Though, he returned to grab the purse Yukari had lent him with a suspicious look, but no questions. He’d need the little bottle of lube he’d stashed inside if his plan went the way he hoped.

“What the fuck, dude?” Was Shinjiro's first question when he saw Minato’s get up. Confusion bright in his steel-colored eyes while they got stuck on the upper part of the emo’s chest. The part that his skimpy costume didn’t cover.
“I lost a bet with Ryoji a while back…” Minato muttered. Trying his best to ignore the heat that crept into his cheeks while he took in his roommate's look. The faded t-shirt and sweats that he wore looked good on him, but wasn't his costume. His costume was instead the old bedsheet that had rotted in their linen closet since they'd moved in and was now draped over his arm. Lazy, but the shaggy-haired emo didn't comment on the effort when he wore thigh-highs and bunny ears.
“Hell of a dare to lose, but alright.” Shinji shrugged, but left the topic there. The two of them heading out not too long after without a comment about Minato's blush.

~O~

“This is a hell of a way to come onto someone.” Shinji chuckled against Minato’s neck while his hands slid over the cheap fabric of his bunny outfit. Minato able to feel his playful smile after he spoke, but he tried to not let it worsen the heat already in his face.
“Shut up and get me out of this stupid outfit. Before I lose my nerve or someone knocks.” He hissed, much to the amusement of his roommate. But, Shinjiro did shut up and get him out of the cheap pink body suit and annoying thigh high socks. Calloused hands careful to not break the delicate zipper at the back, yet still made quick work of it to get the costume on the cramped closet’s carpetted floor. Then, they were on bare skin and Shinji's lips were on Minato's. The brunette not holding back at all, despite how Minato had snatched him out of the crowd to get in the closet.

Shinji's lazy ‘ghost’ costume provided a wonderful amount of cover as the two of them kissed and explored eachother's bodies. Minato’s own hands quick to return the favor with an overly-eager shake. Though, the man’s sweats offered little resistance when he shoved them down. Letting his roommate’s semi-erect dick spring free in the dark. And, it was thrilling. Despite the sheet over their heads, the cramped space of the closet, and the party outside of the door. Despite it all, Minato couldn’t help the way that his cock stiffened. Especially when he got scooped up and pinned against the wall. His and Shinji's twitching erections sandwiched between their bodies.

Shinji, meanwhile, broke their kiss to start a sloppy trail from the corner of Minato’s mouth and down his neck. Lovebites mixed in with the hot kisses to earn small noises from the emo while he ground against the emo's belly. Only pausing to whisper,
“Considering how you jumped me, you have lube right? Or are you so spoiled that you think I’d use my mouth?” and ignite a surprisingly powerful burst of lust in the shaggy-haired rabbit’s gut.
“U-um...in my bag.” He muttered back. Trying his best to not show how Shinji’s remark had made his dick throb. Yet, he still got a knowing glance from his roommate, even though the brunette didn’t say anything about it at the moment. Using his foot to catch the strap of Minato’s bag and did his best to keep him up with one hand on his ass while he searched. Letting the shaggy-haired man bury his too-hot face in his neck when he popped the cap and dribbled the thickened fluid onto his cock. Though, Minato shuddered when the lube dripped onto him as well.
“Jeez, you're being such a slut tonight.” Shinjiro chuckled, only to wince when the emo bit his shoulder. Though his stomach tightened up at the insult. God, now is NOT the time to awaken a kink!

Of course, that wouldn’t do anything against the way Shinji’s little jabs and comments embarrassed and aroused him. Minato knew that already, but he could still hope, couldn’t he? Even if Shinjiro had caught on already, he could salvage some of his cold, angry facade from this situation.

Thankfully, Shinji only took the bite as a cue to cut the conversation short, so he didn’t say anything else to stir up more reactions. Instead, he wrapped his hand around both cocks and kept them pressed together. The warmth of his touch all it took to get a needy moan out of the emo. Though, more were quick to follow as soon as Shinji began to stroke.

The friction was delicious. The pace was slow and teasing, but not enough to be torture. The warmth of his roommate’s skin left Mina breathless, but it also made his stomach bubble with excitement. The wonderful way that their dicks rubbed together in Shinji’s grip melted him into a mess of want. The emo tried to desperately thrust into his roommate’s hand, but that was difficult with the way that Shinji had pinned him against the closet’s wall.

Yet, despite that frustration, Shinji’s slow strokes were enough to let Minato’s orgasm build bit by bit. The blue-haired man’s moans muffled by Shinji’s shoulder while his braincells sizzled and snapped like some short-circuiting tech. The suffocation of pleasure and need worsened by the sheet that was still draped over the pair of them. Worsened further when his orgasm finally hit and overwhelmed Minato’s senses. Forcing the blue-haired man to bite into his lover’s shoulder again to muffle the moan that came with the high and ropes of cum. The warmth splattered onto the pair’s stomachs and Shinji’s hand while Minato's cock throbbed.

“Well that didn’t take long. You get off to the risk of being caught, or dressing up like a bimbo?” Shinjiro snorted after Minato let him go. His forehead rested against the brunette to catch his breath and wait out the swirl of satisfaction in his skull. Though, his words did little to help with that goal. The emo only able to mutter,
“Shut up…” while the man kept him in place and let the ripples of pleasure fade.
“That sure is your favorite phrase tonight. I-” his degrading response got interrupted when somebody from the party banged on the closet door. Kenji’s voice coming through with a bucket of ice to throw over them.
“Hey! You two better get out of there before I send you the damned bill! I’m not cleaning up any stains!”
“Fuck off!” Minato snapped back with a hellish fire in his cheeks while Kenji laughed as he left to return to the crowd. The mood now ruined within the cramped closet.

Though, on the bright side, Shinji didn’t seem too pissed about that fact. He simply put Minato down and pulled his pants up with a sigh.
“Guess we’ll have to wait until we’re back at the apartment to finish this.” He sighed with a hand ran through his chestnut hair and his ‘costume’ now draped over his shoulder.
“We’re going home now.” Minato decided. Pulling his costume back on and gathering up his socks and headband from the floor. The raised eyebrow he could sense in the darkness given, “I don’t want to be in this stupid outfit and try to keep my socks up.”
“Yeah, okay. Still impatient and needy, I see.” was all the brunette snorted to that before he left the closet when the emo had gotten dressed. Minato left to push down his embarassment and follow without further comment and a pink face.

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“Come on, pet. We have a few more rounds before we’re done for the night.” A lovely witch named Margaret hummed to the muscular humanoid beneath her. A groan her only reply while her purple-lipstick’d mouth left kiss stains up from the base of one of her assistant’s impressive, twitchy lengths to the leaky tip.

Between his legs on the stone table sat a glass jar already half full of the creamy white fluid she’d milked from his girthy cocks so far. But, the witch needed a full jar for her potion. Yet, it was clear from the way that her assistant’s cock softened before her golden eyes that he was pretty spent. So, with a sigh, she ran a hand through her fluffy silver-white hair and finally lifted herself off of his face.
“Alright, alright, I guess we can take a break for a bit. Get up.” She ordered without a glance to the tall, silver-haired man that she had as an assistant.

The witch known as Margaret was as powerful as she beautiful. Able to summon gods on a whim, cure plagues, and grant about any wish that a person requested of her. Yet, out of everything that she could have with the snap of her fingers, a loving partner wasn’t one of them.

The closest she could get was her assistant. An obedient man with short hair the color of a rain cloud, eyes as pale as mist, and a body that could be a reference for Michelangelo. if you didn’t count the two dicks, of course. But, as much as the witch cared for the man, he was too valuable of an assistant to lose his help. Which, was a risk because of how finnicky magic could be about who so much as helped with it. So, the witch had to settle for a soulmate spell.

And, when she’d found her chosen spell in one of her many tomes, she’d figured that the process would be easy. After all, she could send her pet out to collect anything that she didn’t already have. Plus, he had two virile cocks that she figured she could milk for the final ingredient. However, that had proven to not work as well as she’d wished. Even with the way that her large breasts almost spilled out of the thin cups of her black, lacey bralette to tempt, her pet couldn't cum that many times. Something that annoyed her.

So, while the silver-haired man sat on the ritual table and chugged bottles of water, Margaret went to fetch the solution.

One that she had made sure to store in case of this situation. Amongst the bags of energy herbs, water, and other necessities, Margaret had stashed a palm-sized vial of pale pink lust potion. Which, she handed over to her assistant with an authoritative.
“Drink this.” That got a confused look from the man, but he knew better than to speak when not given permission or refuse. So, he took it from her and uncorked it to down like a shot with little more than a grimace of distrust.

So, after a five minute wait for the effects to finally start, Margaret laid the man back down on the table and placed her knees on either side of his head.
“Are you ready now, pet?” She asked with an edge of smugness to her voice when she saw the lustful, thoughtless haze in her assistant’s eyes. Though, he was still able to nod in reply to her question, even though his eyes had locked onto her pussy. “Good. Now, remember not to touch me. We’re not going to stop until that jar's filled, and if you grab or touch me before then, you get punished. So be a good boy and keep your hands off and give me my ingredient.” She hummed, patting his thigh when he nodded again. Then, the beautiful witch lowered her pussy back into his mouth and let him lap at her folds like the starved dog her potion had turned him into.

The feeling of his tongue in her slick folds felt amazing. Earning a moan from the beautiful woman, but she had to swallow the pleasure down. She had to push it to the back of her mind for the sake of her spell. After all, she had to focus on filling her jar. Not the bolts of heat that her assistant sent through her each time his tongue flicked over her clit. Not the warmth of his mouth while he pushed into her.

So, before Margaret's mind fogged up, she wrapped her fingers around the first of his lengths. Her lips soon suckling at the tip with occasional licks and breaks to coast her lips down to the base. Only so she could run her tongue back up to the tip and enjoy the shudder her pet gave. The moan that she earned as well with that pulled one from her in turn. But, she fought the urge to push her hips into her assistant’s mouth to savor the vibrations. Stay strong, Margaret. She told herself as she began to stroke his thick cock. Don’t cum so soon. That potion's supposed to make HIM cum easier, not you. Pace yourself.

Of course, that was easier thought than done. Especially with how the silver-haired man seemed to know exactly how to thrust his tongue into her pussy to drive her crazy. So, she instead lifted her hips now and then to slow the build of her own orgasm while stroking and kissing at her assistant’s girthy cock until it was a dripping, twitchy mess of precum and her spit.
“Good boy, pet. You’re doing so well for me.” The witch hummed while she listened to the needy moans her quick pace and firm grip earned. “Can you beg for it? You’re allowed to speak if you do, dear.” she prompted with her hand paused at the base of his throbbing cock. And, much to her amusement, her assistant not hesitating at all to comply.
“P-please mistress! Please let me cum, please, I’m so close!” He babbled, his voice husky from disuse and the need that her potion had pumped into his veins.

God he’s so hot when he’s desperate. Margaret thought as she pressed her breasts against him. The careful friction of her breasts able to stir up her own pleasure. It also teased her pet, but she enjoyed the way her paper-thin bralette shifted against her nipples more.
“That’s it, pet~ You sound so pretty when you beg for me.~” She purred. Before she lowered her hips back to his mouth so he could continue to fuck his tongue into her.

This time, though, Margaret didn’t stop him at all. She let herself enjoy the way that his tongue flexed against her slick walls. She enjoyed his soft moans while she kissed, licked, and stroked his cock. The fog that she’d tried to fight off for so long already in her head with how he worked. Quick to clog Margaret's brain and dissolve her into a moaning mess that ground into his tongue like a whore. But, it wasn’t until his orgasm finally struck, and the silver-haired man let out a gutteral moan that shook her like an earthquake that her own orgasm finally sated the hellish lust that had haunted her for hours.

“Good boy…” Margaret finally breathed when she could scrape her thoughts back together. Able to push herself up to run her fingers through her silver-white hair and take a deep breath.
“Now...let’s do that again and finally get this jar, okay?”

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Wolfwood took a slow drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out into the sweltering heat of the day. The taste of nicotine on his tongue was a small salve to the aches of his sore body, though the ravenette knew better than to expect a cigarette alone to cure his pains. I don’t have much time to rest, so I guess I’ll just have to power through. The cigarette held out of the window to let the ashes drop to the sand while he leaned onto the windsill and let the desert heat warm his tan skin and sneak beneath his pajamas.

He lifted his head when he heard a quick and happy knock at his inn room’s door, but before he could get up to answer, Milly threw the door open with a,
“Helloooo~” sang with a bright smile on her tan face and a nurse’s costume on instead of her usual button-up and brown slacks. Complete with the white cap of a nurse, the costume was definitely a sight to see. Especially with the way that the crisp white fabric hugged her hips, and the buttons at the top fought for their life against Milly’s breasts. “I’ll be your nurse for the day, Mister Wolfwood! What can I do to help?”

Wolfwood laughed slightly, flicking the cherry off of his cigarette before he put it back to his lips.
“While I appreciate the outfit and enthusiasm, I don’t need a nurse, Mills. I’m just sore from Vash landing on me.” He pointed out, which made the tall brunette pout slightly as she said,
“I know, but I thought it was a fun idea. Plus, with Meryl and Vash in the next town over to get supplies, I thought I could keep you company at the least. Or, maybe I can give you a massage to help with the aches?” He hummed at her offer with a moment taken to admire her outfit a bit more before he shrugged.
“Okay, maybe I can do with a nurse for the day. You got me.”

Milly giggled at that and was more than happy to come over to where he sat by the window to set to work. And, to the woman’s credit, she was surprisingly skilled when it came to shoulder rubs. She seemed to instinctively know the right amount of pressure to apply to work into the all of Wolfwood’s stiff points without putting so much into it to hurt the priest. Something that shouldn’t have surprised him seeing how Milly had the strength to carry her stungun or The Punisher.

“By the way, where did you get the costume, mills?” He muttered after a few moments of comfortable silence.
“Oh, I’ve had it for a bit now. I’ve been sort of saving it for a partner, but I figured that since you and I are already expecting sextuplets, it’d be a good time to break it out.” She hummed with a sweet smile and a playful hint of flirtation in her voice that brought the heat of a stovetop to the man’s cheeks.
“Ah, yes. How could I forget our lovely children? Though, I don’t even remember conceiving them, so maybe it’s not that surprising.” He joked with his own laugh that seemed to bring a smile to Milly’s face.
“Would you like a reminder then, dear? It might also help with your soreness.” She offered, the ravenette left gobsmacked at the ease with which she shot that back. But, he was quick to retaliate with his own charm.
“That would be very helpful.~”

That earned him a gentle kiss that Milly was quick to turn more passionate and heated. No hesitation in her grip as she moved to be in front of him so that she could unbutton his shirt and yanked him to his feet. It was an enthusiasm that Wolfwood was more than happy to return with the release of her own buttons while pushing her over towards the inn’s offered bed. Though, before he could get her on the mattress, she spun them around and had him damn near slammed onto the disshevelled bedding.
“Woah there! Y’know, it’s not very nurse-y to throw your patients around like a basket of laundry.” He chuckled as he moved himself to properly lay on the bed. Meanwhile, the pink-faced brunette hiked her skirt up.
“Oh, I’m sorry dear. Here, let me make it up to you.” She chirped with an amused light in her blue eyes and her panties tossed to the side.

The priest would’ve offered some humorous remark back, but there wasn’t any that came to mind while he watched Milly place her hands on his torso and her legs on either side of his head. The brunette then chirping out a playful,
“Oh, it looks like you have some pretty bad swelling down here. How about I take care of that while I’m here too?~” Before she planted her pussy firmly on the priest’s mouth before he could reply. Not that he would’ve complained, even if she had given him the time to. Instead, he lifted her up slightly so that he could get his arms under her thighs and wrap them around to keep her in place. Giving a quietly encouraging hum at the feeling of her fingertips ghosting ever so gently over the bulge in his pajama bottoms and get to work.

While he lapped at her arousal-slick folds to tease a moan out of the nurse above him, he could feel her slip a hand into his pajama bottoms to push them down his thighs and free his semi-erect penis with ease. Just as easily leaning forward to gently kiss the tip while he prodded his tongue into her enterance. Yet, it was Wolfwood who moaned first between them. It was impossible not to when she took him into her warm mouth and used the hand she didn’t have around the base of his cock to give some attention to his balls. Not a shred of care was given to his oxygen intake nor the threat of her powerful thighs on either side of his head when she did that.

So, the ravenette made sure to return the gesture. Thrusting his tongue into her welcoming cunt until he could simultaneously hear and feel her adorable moans like lightning through his veins. Each sloppy flex of his wet muscle rewarding him with another moan from Milly. Which, paired with the way she expertly bobbed her head along his length and kept her tongue either pressed against his shaft or swirled around the tip, drove Wolfwood insane. The gentle attention that she paid to his balls just another source of sinful bliss for him while he worked.

God, it was a sloppy exchange.

Milly couldn’t get good suction with the way that Wolfwood’s tongue lapped at and thrust into her. And Wolfwood couldn’t coordinate his tongue’s movements that well when his brain was a puddle of carnal goo that threatened to drip out onto the bed sheets. Yet, hat lack of coordination only seemed to make it hotter. Especially when the nurse had the clear advantage with the way that she could swirl her tongue around the head of his dick or massage his balls to keep the spring in his belly tight and painful.

Wolfwood was happy to let Milly relish that power the same way that he relished the sweet taste of her arousal on his tongue. Each moan and slide of her hand along his length was another log for the sinful fire in his belly. The warmth able to build up more and more, until, finally, it overwhelmed him.

The moist heat of Milly’s mouth, the expert way that she stroked the parts of him that her mouth couldn’t reach, the way she massaged his balls. Everything came together to snap the spring in his belly and unleash a torrent of euphoria that left the ravenette breathless and blinking the stars out of his eyes. Until Wolfwood could register how Milly had lifted her hips from his face and looked down at him with a devious smile on her face.
“You okay down there, dear?” She giggled after a moment, and he nodded a bit dumbly. The words a bit slow to return to him.
“Yeah, you just knocked the breath out of me, hon. I’ll be fine.” He assured, but that got Milly to throw her leg back over him to roll herself around to sit on the edge of the bed rather than his mouth.
“Oh, well in that case, I suppose I should let you- oh!”

Before the gorgeous brunette could even finish the suggestion, Wolfwood yanked her back onto the bed to sort of cage her between his arm and his body.
“Oi, what kind of husband would I be if I left my wife high and dry? Get those legs back open, honeybun. I’m not done just because I’ve cum.” He told her with a bright smile and a boop to her nose while he watched her face turn beet red.

Despite that, she pushed herself up and let him move down to sit between her feet on the hardwood floor. His face buried back in her cunt to press his tongue to her clit and slowly drag it upwards. One more movement like that had her fingers tangling into his ebony hair, so he took it as a cue to wrap his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves while he slipped two of his fingers into her as well. The slow thrusts and gentle suction all it took to have Milly’s thighs back around his head as if he’d pull away before she orgasmed.

Which, he didn’t mind, but he did need to pry her legs apart just enough to let him continue to thrust and flex his fingers against her tight walls. Other than that, he was happy to let the woman keep his hair in a death grip or strangle the life out of him while he teased her clit and savored the sweetness of her pussy.
“W-Wolfwood! Ah! Keep that u-ah!- up!” Milly mewled when he pressed his fingers into the perfect spot within her. So, he did as he was told and targeted the sensitive spot with his fingers until her needy noises reached a desperate crescendo when her orgasm struck.

That was the only time Wolfwood pulled his mouth away from her and stilled his fingers to let her ride out her high with her pussy clenching around his digits. All the while, the dark-haired man happily watched the pleasure wash over the beautiful brunette until the haze of lust finally ebbed from her eyes and he could pull his fingers out.
“You okay up there, Mills?” He hummed after she caught her breath a bit. A nod his only response for a long moment before she brushed a chunk of her hair from her face and gave him a smile.
“How would you feel about a seventh child, dear?~”
“Give me about ten more minutes and we’ll give it a go, honey.~”

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Narukami hissed quietly as Teddie sank his teeth into his shoulder for the third time that night. But, instead of shoving him away, he only moaned and tightened his grip on his hips. So, the dress-clad blonde continued to nip and bite at whatever skin he could reach on the wildcard without breaking his pace.

The masochistic thrill of the shadow’s teeth on Narukami’s skin.

Teddie’s cock bounced gently against his belly while his moans mixed with Narukami’s, the bed’s creaking, and the lewd sounds of the blonde’s hips against his pelvis to create a horny symphony in the shadows of the wildcard’s barely decorated room. Quiet, so as to not wake Dojima, but a challenge to stifle against the waves of pleasure that made the bubble in the blonde’s belly grow bigger and bigger.

Slap, plap, smack. Creak, squeak, bump.

The wildcard’s cock was just long enough to bump into the maid’s prostate each time that he lowered himself down. So, Teddie fought back the urge to whine and mewl like a cat in heat by biting harder into his lover’s flesh and clawing into his shoulders for some form of support against the lust in his veins. In turn, Narukami had to swallow down his moans to make sure the pair didn’t get caught by his uncle. However, the wildcard got a bit of revenge when he forced the effeminate blonde to slam down on his cock and nearly yanked a desperate moan from him.

The bolts of lightning that slowly fried Teddie’s braincells.

When the wildcard kissed the dress-clad, pleasure-drunk man, he tasted like the cinnamon chewing gum that he’d chewed before the humanoid Shadow had crawled through his bedroom window for a surprise, costumed late night rendevouz. It was an appreciated change after the blonde had gotten used to the coppery flavor of Narukami’s blood. So, he couldn’t help but let slip a desperate whine that came out louder than he’d assumed.

The pair freezing in a tense wait for any sign of movement.

It was a tense stretch of silent stillness, but once the pair were sure Dojima wouldn’t be at the door to check on Narukami, they returned to their pursuits. Teddie’s legs shook beneath his skirt, though, so his bouncing grew sloppier bit by bit. Something he made up for with more nibbles and chomps to mark up his lover and make his cock twitch and throb inside of him.

The desperation of the nearing high each time Teddie’s hips met Narukami’s.

Thankfully for the maid, it only took a small handful more strategic hip movements paired with two or three more bites around his shoulders, clavical, and neck for the warmth of his cum to flood into Teddie’s belly. After that, Narukami’s cock only needed to nudge the blonde’s prostate a couple more times for his own sticky cum to splatter onto the underside of his costume’s skirt in pulsing spurts. The blonde left in a collapsed, heaving heap of skirt fabric and sweaty limbs on the silver-haired wildcard’s chest. His cock left inside of the blonde while the pair caught their breath and marinated in the intimate buzz that lingered under their skin as they soaked up the silent comfort.

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“Are you sure about this, ma’am?” A short-haired robot asked the redhead who laid on the spacious bed in front of her. Aigis' blue eyes stuck to the ‘experimental upgrade’ now on her pelvis while she spoke.
“Of course! I’ve been dying to try this for years, and I trust you'll do a great job, so it’s perfect.” Kotone Shiomi chirped. Laid amongst the colorful pillows with nothing but a bright smile on.
“Alright, if you are sure ma'am.” Aigis hummed with a simple nod and left it there.

With a deep breath she didn't need, she went ahead and finally climbed joined the beautiful woman on the bed. Meanwhile, her mistress bounced over to the bedside table to grab the awaiting bottle of lube.
“Remember, though. You don’t have to do this for me. If you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to try it yet.” She assured. So, the blonde sat on her knees and contemplated the situation for a moment. After all, Aigis was a robot built only to do as her mistress, told her. She hadn't started with the programming for the complex reasoning that the lovely redhead had added for her. So, despite having free will for a year now, the idea of her own comfort was still a bit new to her. So, she took her time to drink everything in and consider what she wanted.

She decided the silicone replica of a dick that Kotone had given her wasn’t an issue pretty quick. Her mistress had made sure it was removable, and that Aigis could hide the spot it attached to. So, the robot could hide any evidence of her upgrade for her modesty. And Aigis knew she had no issue with her mistress either. Kotone was a gorgeous woman who stirred up a warmth in Aigis that she couldn’t yet put a finger on. Her smile was sweet, her crimson eyes were captivating, and while she had yet to obtain the expected breasts of a woman, Aigis still found her body to be alluring. So, the idea of sleeping with her wasn't off-putting in the slightest. If anything, the sight of her mistress' bare skin and pink cheeks warmed her circuits. So, after a moment longer, the robot gave a decisive nod.

“I am fine to try it. I am just a bit nervous about the difference in our strength. I do not want to hurt you, or ruin your first time, mistress.” and Kotone gave an understanding nod.
“If that’s all, we can work around it. I can ride you cowgirl style so I can set the pace and you can lay back and enjoy! Can’t ruin anything if I’m the one in control!” she chirped, so Aigis nodded and let the beautiful woman guide her onto her back.

Once she was on her back with a pillow for her head, Kotone straddled her metal thighs with a happy hum. Pausing only to throw her wavy hair into a ponytail before she scooted further down and leaned down to kiss a trail down her shaft. While Aigis couldn’t feel her mistress’ attention, something about the sight of her eagerly taking the toy into her mouth to bob her head and suckle the tip made Aigis' insides warm further.

When the redhead had taken as much of the silicone length as she could and sat up, Aigis took the chance to ask,
“What was the purpose of that?” Which made her mistress giggle.
“I dunno, but it seemed like a good idea in the moment.” She shrugged. And with that, she flicked the cap of the lube open and let the thick fluid drizzle out to coat the toy. The sound of her hand as it slid over the soft length to spread the lube was lewd. It was filthy, perverted, and slick. And, it was fodder for the warmth Aigis could feel beneath her cloth and metal. Something that Kotone seemed to sense judging by the giggle she let out while she moved her hand. “Are you enjoying it so far?~”
“Um...yes ma’am, I do. That, or my filters need to changing.” The blonde said. Her words earning her a giggle from the beautiful woman above her. Kotone's hips soon lifted so that she could line herself up with the tip and sink onto it with shallow bounces.

The blonde couldn’t help but catch a breath she didn’t need as she watched the toy disappear bit by bit. And, despite Aigis’ lack of feeling, she still couldn’t take her eyes off of Kotone while she settled with a groan. The blonde's cock buried the perfect amount into the redhead who paused to adjust.

The woman was already a sight to see above the robot, even before she began to move. Her expression twisted and reddened with pure pleasure. Her painted nails clawed into Aigis’ cloth-covered torso. Groans and moans fell from her lips like water whenever aigis' cock brushed a sensitive spot, and it was beautiful. And it felt good too, it seemed. The blonde could tell that much from the way her mistress’ cock drooled precum already. Kotone's red eyes were also dulled by her lust, and her skin had a sheen of sweat to it, so Aigis could enjoy the view without issue.

“Fuck...grab my hips- mm!- make sure I don’t- ah!- go too high.” Kotone panted. The blonde moving her hands to rest on her mistress’ hips so that the woman could pick up the pace without fear. The extra friction and speed drawing out louder whines and curses from the redhead.
“Are you alright, ma’am?” Aigis asked after a moment, and Kotone nodded and puffed out,
“Yes! God, yes. ‘m close…”
Aigis nodded and kept a hand on her mistress’ hip. Though, instead of being completely obedient this time, she moved the other to her cock. Careful of her robotic joints as she stroked her mistress' cock with the help of her precum for movement.
“OH FUCK, YES!” Kotone cried out. More incoherent words babbled out to encourage the friction until she grew sloppy. Aigis able to offer four more strokes before kotone's dick gave a final throb and spilled ribbons of seed. The warm, creamy fluid splattering all over her belly and the robot’s metal-tipped fingers.

“Ma’am?” Aigis asked after a silent moment. Her blue eyes still glued to the pony-tailed redhead. The redhead who gulped air and waited out the final twitchy pulses of pleasure before she responded.
“I’m fine...I’m fine, I just came really hard.” She assured. A warm smile spreading across her face as she looked down at the blonde robot. “You did a good job, Aigis. That was awesome.”
“Are you sure? I fear I may have been boring.”
“Nah, you were fine.” She hummed as she pulled off of the robot’s length so that she could collapse onto the bed beside her. “We can work on your participation next time, you did good.”
“So, it was a good first time?” Aigis asked, and Kotone nodded and kissed her cheek with a smile. Though, instead of responding, the woman cuddled up to the robot and let out a content breath. Sleeping while the robot smiled and soaked in her success without a care for the cum that dried on her fingers.

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Despite what the police had assumed, Akira Kurusu had never been much of a fighter. He was a quiet kid from a quiet family in a quiet town. He wasn’t a violent, blood-thirsty criminal mastermind who relished in others’ pain, but a high school senior worried about his finals. If it had been up to Akira, he’d have been a nameless samaritan who helped a woman away from a drunk creep and nothing more.

Joker, however…

Joker was the leader of The Phantom Thieves. He was a smart, crafty man who relished in his own notoriety and fame. He was charismatic, he was prideful, and he was good-intentioned, but also more than willing to bend morality to achieve his goals. Joker didn’t just make noise, he demanded your attention.

While the pair shared the exact same wild ebony hair, charcoal-colored eyes, and fair skin, Akira Kurusu could barely order his own food at restaurants. A violent spar in a warped, magical version of reality was completely off of his table.

It wasn’t off the table for Joker, though. So, it was Joker who fought Goro Akechi in Mementos that night. Dressed in his usual long black coat, black pants, and grey undershirt, it was the leader of the phantom thieves who put his newest group member back in his place. Not Akira.

Goro Akechi wasn’t happy about that fact, either. Joker could tell that much from the way the brunette’s mahogany eyes burned an angry red from where he had collapsed on the garbage covered tunnel floor. The dissheveled state that the brunette was in doing nothing but stoking the ravenette’s ego, even as he spat.
“This doesn’t mean shit, Kurusu. You just got lucky.”
“Sure, Akechi, sure. Tell yourself whatever you want, hon.” Joker snorted as he stretched with a smug smile. But, when the ravenette turned on his heel with a flourish of his coat, his charcoal eyes fell on something that made him pause.

A blobby mound of living oil sat a few feet away from the pair. Frozen in fear with the hollow gouges that Joker assumed were it’s eyes locked onto the brunette who got to his feet with a growl. Whatever snarky comment he had queued up dying the moment his eyes followed Akira’s gaze to the blob ahead of them.
“Are you kidding me? You’re scared of a tiny shadow now?” He mocked with an eyebrow raised. But, before Joker could snarl back with his own venom, Akechi took a step towards the little shadow. That simple act earning a shriek and a blast of energy that smacked into Joker and Akechi like an invisible wall.

Not strong enough to knock Joker off of his feet like it did Akechi, mind you, but it did manage to rattle his thoughts like they were wind chimes. A sickly familiar thick layer of fuzz clinging to his mind afterwards that got a growl.
“Damn it Akechi, why would you do that?! You got me fucking cursed!”
“Shut up! How was I supposed to know that stupid little thing knew spells! And you obviously don’t know shit, because that thing used a charm attack, not a curse attack!” Akechi snarled back. Nearly chest to chest with Joker as he spoke with his teeth bared. A look that Joker returned with his own snarl.
“How would you know that, huh? You go around getting charmed by shadows a lot, pretty boy?” He asked. The venom in his words and his implications earning him a sucker punch from the brunette. Or, an attempt at one at least. Joker impressively dodged his attempt to punch him with a smooth side step. Though, when he threw his own punch, his cool factor dropped immensely when Akechi caught his hand. The ravenette’s retort shot down with an abruptly cultivated calm the moment he opened his mouth to voice it.

“Can you get your head out of your ass and actually listen to me for once, Akira? The more physically aroused you get, the worse the spell will effect you.”
“You tried to punched me first!” Joker snapped back, but Akechi bit back his own anger to properly lord his temper over the thief.
“I’m sorry for that, okay? Now listen to me.” He ordered.

From there, the brunette summed up what they had to do to get rid of the spell’s effects. Which, was a simple solution, the pair of them just needed to get off. Max out the magic’s effects by maxing out their pleasure the same way you might sweat out a fever or let water run until it was clear. But, at the mention of an orgasm, Joker’s attention almost instantly drifted down to Akechi’s red capelet-thingy and tassle-y shoulder-thingies Joker didn’t bother to look up. Then, it drifted down to the princely white coat that he’d smudged with the grime of Mementos.

The brunette was very pretty. Joker had thought that for a while, but with the fuzzy warmth that trickled into his blood, it was all he could focus on. So, when he realized Akechi had stopped talking, he had to dumbly nod as if he’d drank in any of the words beyond ‘get off’.
“Okay, so we just need to fuck, right? That’s easy enough.” He hummed. His hands quick to go for the golden buttons on the detective prince’s costume, but Akechi caught his wrists in a vice grip before he could get it open.
“Yes, sadly.” He confirmed before adding with a bit of distaste. “But, I refuse to strip here. So we’ll have to work around that.” His grip on Joker’s wrists bruising, even though the brunette’s face had grown to be just as red as the black-haired thief’s felt.
“The hell? What am I supposed to do to get off then?” Joker huffed back, but Akechi only retorted with,
“Get creative, o’ great Joker. Or go beat off on your own and hope that’s enough to work before overstimulation hits.”

If it hadn’t been for the charm, Joker might have punched the detective prince for how snobby he had gotten. As if he hadn’t stooped to his level not five minutes before. But, the warmth beneath his skin discouraged that waste of time. Instead, he humored his snobbery and did as he said. Getting creative and picking Akechi up to slam him into the filthy wall. His lips on the detective’s before he could hiss out any further complaints. So, the brunette settled for digging his nails into the thief’s shoulders before his legs locked around the ravenette and he returned the kiss with feral passion.

When they broke for air, Joker pressed his hips into Akechi’s and moved down to start a trail from the detective’s jaw to his collar bone. Playful and not-so-playful lovebites mixed in with the sloppy kisses to make the man squirm between him and the wall before he paused to simply nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

The Second Coming of The Detective Prince wore oddly forgettable cologne. The fragrance generically musky with only a hint of a woodsy smell to add interest. It was indistinct, inoffensive, and boring. But, in that moment, while Joker’s nose was buried in his rival’s neck, his blood ran thick with aphrodisiac amgic, and his hands were on his ass, it was intoxicating.

“A-are you going to move, or just sniff me like a fucking creep?!” Akechi snarled into the thief’s ear. His professionally sugar-coated voice already feral and gravelly from the lust that had been forced upon him.
“Keep up the attitude and I’ll ditch your needy ass here.” Joker snorted with a kiss to the detective’s neck. Only to get a vengeful bite in exchange.

Though, the sharp stab of Akechi’s fangs in his neck earned a moan, not a yowl of pain. All the brunette had done was worsen the lust that the burned through Joker’s thoughts one by one.
“I should drop your ass and let you suffer.” He growled to Akechi, who just snapped back,
“Do it. I’ll just tell your stupid fucking friends that you lost our duel.” Which, got the man what he wanted, the ravenette thrust against him and finally give him the friction he craved. The relief from the spell slowly building with each brush of the thief’s clothed erection against his.

It was heavenly, but torturous simultaneously. At the same time that Joker’s thrusts tightened the coil in both of their stomachs, the clothes that remained between them kept the bliss tame and shallow. So, all they could do was rut against one another in a desperate attempt to counteract that issue.

Kisses and bites traded in exchange for one another in the dank subway tunnel. Akechi’s hands slipped beneath Joker’s undershirt to claw at his chest, and their feral, needy moans filled the air. But, the heat of the spell was still strong despite the way Joker humped against the brunette. The simple friction of their clothed erections rubbing against one another just not enough to sate the spell right away. It was just as thrilling as it was frustrating.

The inability to properly fuck Akechi drove Joker slightly insane. He wanted so badly to adjust his hold on Akechi’s ass to slip a hand into the white pants of his thief costume, to take his gloves off and feel the brunette’s warm skin without the fabric to stop him. He wanted to dig his nails into the detective prince and hear him whine and moan from the pain and the ravenette’s touch.

Yet, at the same time, the way that the pleasure was kept out of reach gave Joker the chance to fully relish the way that the charm spell dissolved Akechi into a bitey mess of moans, groans, and pants. Even with the spell’s effects also haunting him, the ravenette couldn’t help but take some time to draw the pleasure out ever so slightly.

Though, he didn’t have the ability to do that forever. The friction of his clothes and pressure against his overly-sensitive cock may have taken forever, but it did build up his orgasm. Aided more by the way Akechi would vent his own sexual frustrations with vicious bites to Joker’s shoulder and neck and shoot hot lightning into the ravenette’s core.

Until, finally, the bubble of euphoria within him burst. White hot pleasure washed away the phantom thief’s senses for what felt like an eternity. Wave upon wave of fiery pleasure washed over him so strongly that the ravenette feared he would’ve been washed away. Though, thankfully, Joker managed to ride it out until he could zone back into reality with the spell lessened as well. Back into the musky scent of the brunette he’d collapsed into and held in his lap while the two of them caught their breath, and back into the filthy subway that was Mementos.

“Okay...get off of me now.” Akechi hissed, shoving Joker away with a shocking amount of strength. The brunette not seeming to care about the stain in his costume’s pale pants as he pushed himself up to try and dust the grime and dirt off of himself.
“How are you already recovered? You were just under a charm spell, you shouldn’t walk that off so easily.” Joker challenged as he got to his feet as well. Though, the detective prince instantly knew the question was to distract from the way the ravenette had tumbled back so easily, so he didn’t bother to respond. Instead, he just walked off to return to the entrance of the cursed subway.

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Nicholas D. Wolfwood...wasn’t much of a priest.

A proper priest stuck strictly to a vow of celibacy, pacifism, and the virtues of the church. They wouldn’t wander the sands of Gunsmoke with their button-up only half buttoned, guns carried around in a cross-shaped case, and a cigarette in their mouth. They wouldn’t associate with a man who carried himself as if he were a god, sought to wipe out humanity like the devil, and was as unhealthily concerned with his twin brother as Wolfwood’s boss was. They didn’t get a power high when they menaced a gun at someone, nor did they even have guns. They certainly wouldn’t have an angel gagged and tied up like a Thanksgiving turkey on a cheap inn’s sand-covered bed. With the beautiful blonde’s gun in his hand and a cocky smile on their face.

“Y’know, Spikey,” Wolfwood hummed as he admired the weapon in the silver moonlight that poured through the window. “With how much of a pacifist you are, it never crossed my mind that you’d be into this.” The ravenette smiled as he spoke. His dark blue eyes moving from the gun and back to the man he straddled.

Vash the stampede averted his gaze at the priest’s words. His seaglass eyes alight with lust and embarrassment in equal measures, his sun-kissed cheeks dusted with a light purple thanks to his inhumanly colored blood, and his golden hair a mess across the inn’s cheap pillow. All notoriety and intimidation gone like a wisp of cigarette smoke in the desert night air as soon as Wolfwood pressed the muzzle of his gun against his scarred belly. The irony was almost as entertaining to the priest as the situation itself was.

So, he pressed the muzzle into Vash a bit more before dragging it down to the waistband of the blonde’s boxers. Over the tent in the fabric before the ravenette pushed against his erection to listen to the bound man whine from behind the gag Wolfwood had shoved into his mouth earlier.

Then, the priest pulled the trigger with a heavy click of the hammer, but no bullet in the chamber.

Both men knew the gun was unloaded, of course, but the power still got an evil smile to spread across the dark-haired man’s face at the way his lover jumped. Widened when Vash’s cock twitched under the silver weapon.
“You’re a big pervert for this, y’know that Spikey?” He asked the blonde to make him twitch again, “A very big pervert.~” He continued, until the blonde squirmed and fought the ropes that held his wrists behind his back. Vash’s cheeks a vibrant purple shade and his seaglass eyes glossed over and hazy despite Wolfwood not doing much to him yet. “Oh? Do you like me calling you a pervert?” He asked next when he noticed that. Even though Vash couldn’t do much other than nod slightly, the priest didn’t actually need a response to tell how the gentle jab affected him. He could see it in the way that Vash tried to lift his hips and grind against the barrel of his gun, in the way that his scarred chest heaved, and a wet patch formed in his boxers.

As soon as the ravenette’s dick gave a throb in response, however, Knives’ voice slithered up to remind him.
“Remember your place, parasite. Don’t you dare get entangled with my brother or I will kill you.” He’d warned the priest before he took on the job. Would he consider this ‘entangled’? He asked himself while Vash continued to try and grind his boner into the gun. Woopsie…

Of course, that thought didn’t stop him at all. If anything, it encouraged him.

“You want me to fuck you, or would you rather just continue on your own?” He chuckled after a moment longer. And, Vash stilled as a response with his eyes flicked between Wolfwood’s face and the scuffed gun when the priest pulled it away. “Yeah, that’s what I assumed a whore like you would pick.”

With that, wolfwood put the gun aside to get up and fetch the small bottle of lubricant he’d bought for the night. Vash left to watch with lust-glazed eyes while Wolfwood took his sweet time to unbutton his pants and boxers, return to his spot between the plant’s scar-littered legs, uncap the lubricant, stroke it onto his impressive length, and finally pull Vash’s boxers off. The bound man’s own impressive cock freed to drip precum onto his belly in the silver moonlight.
“Can you ask nicely, though?” Wolfwood asked as he lined himself up with Vash’s ass and let the tip of his cock nudge ever so slightly into him to earn a needy whine. Though, the independent plant was sure to also give it his best shot to form a muffled,
“’leashe…” that got him to grin and slip into him.

That time, Wolfwood joined Vash in moaning as he pushed in. The tight warmth of the bound man’s hole was a wonderful reward after what felt like eons of dirty talk and teases. Vash’s legs locked around the priest’s hips to pull him closer before he could try to edge him or anything. So, the ravenette didn’t try and just began to thrust with a slightly dramatic sigh.
“God you’re such a demanding slut. You’re lucky I like you so much, spikey.” His only response the moans and whines of his lover that tightened the sinful knot in his belly. So, while he found a nice angle that would let him bully Vash’s prostate more efficiently, he continued to sprinkle small insults and praise into the mix.

On top of that, he found the slightly forgotten gun on the bed amidst the mussed sheets and comforter. Moving to point the weapon back at the blonde’s cock to make his seaglass eyes lock back onto it before they flicked up to meet Wolfwood’s dark-blue ones. Their amorous moment almost screeched to a halt while a moment of anticipation ticked by. The priest’s cock stilled in the independent until the power of his position seeped into the man’s head and he pulled the trigger. Naturally, getting nothing but the wonderful squeeze of Vash’s brief terror to reward him.

After that, he returned to his steady thrusts, though this time a bit slower. The speed traded for the intimidation of the gun he kept trained on the scarred man and a deeper, harsher pace that made Vash whine and squirm against the ropes around his wrists. Greedy tears slowly welled into those pools of hazy greenish-blue as he moved.
“You look so pretty like this, Vash...” Wolfwood purred to the noisy man, though he couldn’t manage much more with how his own lust built up in his gut. So, he pulled the trigger of the empty gun once more and pressed it into Vash’s dick a bit more while he thrust. The extra bolt of fear, and the cold metal of the barrel came together with the forceful friction to shove the blonde over the edge abruptly. A hissed, “Shit!” slipping out when the blonde’s walls clamped down around him to drag him over with him.

The knot in Wolfwood’s belly snapped, and heat pulsed through the priest with each fresh spurt of cum that poured into Vash. His braincells turned into smoke for what felt like an eternity before he could zero back into the moonlit room and the man beneath him.
“You good, spikey?” He breathed, his dark-blue eyes drinking in the sight of Vash’s cum-splattered belly, widened eyes, and disshevelled golden hair. Though, the man blinked the last bit of haze out of his eyes and nodded. So, he went ahead and pulled out to get the mess cleaned up. A towel from the on-suite bathroom used to wipe up the juices, the gag taken out of Vash’s mouth, and his wrists untied so that he could push himself up.
“Was it necessary to threaten my dick?…” He breathed while the priest plopped onto the side of the bed to light up a cigarette.
“Eh, you seemed into it.”
“I was, but still. What if it had been loaded?”
“You know damned well it wasn’t, but if you don’t want me to do it again, I won’t.” He assured, chuckling at the way that made the blonde pout. So, Wolfwood shoved him back onto the bed. “Just shut up, Angel. Before I give you something more productive to use your mouth for.”

That got Vash to huff, but the blonde left his complaints there. Likely not wanting to lose any other kinky permissions with the pretty man who savored his cigarette as well as his new bragging rights.

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A cat-scratch of a moon was all that Narukami, Teddie, and Yosuke had to light their way down the still Sumaru street. The empty windows of the abandoned industrial buildings watching the costumed trio of a Ninja, werewolf, and Alice as they tried to find a supposed Halloween party.
“Are you sure this is where we should be?” Teddie asked the cliché ninja that Yosuke was dressed as while he followed with Narukami on his heels.
“Yes! The party should be a block further this way. It’s apparently in a big abandoned factory near her.” The brunette insisted, though the more effeminate man and Narukami shared a disbelieving look even as they trailed behind him.

But, when they went another block and found no drunk, costumed people making out, heard no music, and saw no party lights, Narukami finally spoke.
“Yosuke, I think we’re lost. Maybe you should call who invited us out?” He suggested, much to the huffiness of the Ninja.
“No! They’re probably just deep into an abandoned building. I mean, come on! They’d get arrested if they left evidence, just, outside.” He argued before pointing out a large factory that stood a bit further down the street like an dumped corpse. “They’re probably in that one. That one’s big enough and looks easy enough to get into. Come on, let’s go check it out.”

The brunette marched off to the building before the blonde or silver-haired man could argue with his claim. Leaving the pair with no real choice but to follow with less certainty. Only for them to find Yosuke beside a busted out window and a hole in the crumbling wall.
“Yosuke, dude, we can just go home-” Teddie’s suggestion was cut off before he could even finish it.
“Hey Teddie, you’re pretty small. Can you slip through this hole or the window? I think I’m too broad to get through the wall, and too heavy to get up to the window.” Yosuke mused, and with another look shared with Narukami, ‘Alice’ got the hint and sighed.
“I can give it a shot, I suppose…But you owe me, Yosuke” And Yosuke gave the blonde a smile as he undid the bobby pins in his wig so that he could toss it to the side.

At this point I don’t even want to go to this party anymore. The shadow lamented as he reached into the sharp and rocky opening to start shimmying and wiggling his way through. The gap thankfully big enough for Teddie to get his shoulders and head through with minimal scratches and scrapes to the blue fabric of his Alice-in-wonderland costume, but not big enough for the effeminate man to get his hips through. The bits of wall that had jutted out and bit into his ribs and arms now dug too far into his belly to let him drag his lower half through.
“Uh? Guys?! I think I’m stuck!” He called with panic audible in his words, even through the quickened heartbeat that filled the blonde’s ears. His sapphire eyes wide and wild as they scanned over the dust-caked, disgusting interior that he could make out with the weak light of the moon. But, the building offered no saviors to try and pull him through the hole. His only hope was the incompotent Ninja who Narukami boosted up and through the broken out window beside the Shadow’s new prison.
“Damn it, Teddie. You would get stuck because your ass is too fat to fit. You’re gonna make us miss the party!” the brunette huffed as his feet thudded against the old, cracked tile floor of the hall and he came over to help ‘Alice.’

Though, no matter how the brunette pulled, the dress-clad man didn’t budge. So, the ninja dropped his hands to scratch his head. Frustration and confusion written across his face in the thick shadows of the abandoned building.
“Man...can’t you use your persona to get out of this?” He asked the blonde, who threw his arms open.
“How?! I’d be blown up in the crossfire!”
“Right, right…” He muttered with a hand ran through his hair. His own costume disshevelled and somewhat forsaken as he contemplated what to do for a long, slow moment.

The Shadow, meanwhile, was left to wait while Narukami tried half-heartedly to dig out the crumbly wall to get him through. The unmoved silence of the old building thick around the blonde while he dangled in the wall. Then, the brunette’s golden-brown eyes lit up with a sparkle that made Teddie’s stomach drop.
“Hey Ted, you remember those old videos that I showed you back in highschool?” He asked with a lewd twinkle in his eyes as he drank in Teddie’s state.
“Yosuke, we can’t do anything like that here.” He argued, his cheeks already warmed to a light pink. “Narukami’s on the other side of the wall, and we’re supposed to be finding a party.”
“It’s fine, he can hear us through the window, and if he has any issues he can voice them.” The ninja argued, the silver-haired werewolf’s attempts to free the man paused at the point. But, he stayed silent, so Yosuke’s smile grew. “Come on, Teddie. Would you really rather wander around looking for a party than have some quick fun and go home?”
“I’m stuck in a wall, Yosuke! I need help!” He shot back, but the man waved that point off.
“I’ll use Susano-o to get you out afterwards, it’ll be fine. If that fails, Narukami can free you with Izanagi no Okami, right dude?” He assured. Though, the only response that the werewolf gave was the warmth of his palm tentatively trailed up the back of the blonde’s soft thigh. Something that didn’t help the tizzy of melancholy emotions in the blonde’s chest while Yosuke began to tug at his costume bottoms.

Teddie’s mouth opened and closed like a fish at his friend’s words. His sapphire eyes moved all around the dark hallway while his thoughts raced. This is so perverted. Is Narukami really okay with this?! Do I even get much of a choice here? He questioned while his face burned brighter. All while Yosuke looked at him with an eager grin and Narukami’s fingers began to tease the elastic of the blonde’s panties. It wouldn’t be that bad, I guess? And it’d beat going to a party…
“Fine.” The blonde sighed at last. His cheeks a healthier shade of pink while Yosuke beamed.

His cock was soon out in the darkness of the abandoned building, proudly presented to the flustered man while Yosuke called out to the silver-haired man outside. Not that the blonde really registered his words with how his belly continued to churn. Though, when the shadow tried to back out, Yosuke stuffed his mouth full.

“I promise we’ll make it up to you dude. Just don’t tell anyone and I’ll make it fair however you want.” The ninja-costumed man breathed while Narukami got the dress-clad man’s panties off. The werewolf’s lube-slick tip lined up almost immediately with Teddie’s ass while Yosuke began to thrust somewhat tentatively.

When Narukami pushed in as well, the sensations were overwhelming. The friction, the stinging stretch of the werewolf in his ass, and the weight of Yosuke on his tongue earning a mindless moan that encouraged the brunette to speed up. This shouldn’t be hot at all… The rationale voice in the back of Teddie’s mind insisted. But, its point drowned in the oxytocin that the quiet werewolf’ thick cock flooded him with. Each thrust sending fresh ripples of lightning into the captive blonde’s core, while the perverted brunette’s length sat heavily on the Shadow’s tongue while he similarly humped into his mouth. The two working as a team to overwhelm that voice in the dress-clad blonde’s mind. Narukami’s thrusts stretched his ass wonderfully, while Yosuke’s dick kept the blonde’s moans muffled despite the abandoned factory they’d snuck into.

Instead, all of the blonde’s noises vibrated through the ‘Ninja’ to encourage his feral chase for release.
“Fuck me, Teddie. When did you learn to give head so well?” The brunette moaned with a wicked smile while his balls slapped against the blonde’s drool-coated chin. This isn’t much of a blowjob, though… The red-faced man thought at the ninja. Though both were well aware of how he couldn’t voice that complaint around his cock. Something that Yosuke clearly relished and enjoyed with his fingers tangled in the captive man’s hair, and something that made the Shadow’s stomach swirl with equal parts thrill and embarrassment. God what is wrong with me today…

As if to answer that question, moans bubbled up in the blonde’s throat and need increasingly fogged up Teddie’s mind with every firm smack of Narukami’s hips against his round ass. All of the reason and logic at the back of his mind argued with the way that the dress-clad Shadow’s belly swirled and tied itself into lustful knots.

If it hadn’t been for the hole that he’d tried to squeeze through, the man probably would’ve been a pretzel on the grimy tiles of the abandoned factory. But, instead, he was kept vaguely on his feet while Narukami and Yosuke picked off the blonde’s thoughts one by one. Until, the captive man could focus on nothing but the delicious friction of the men’s cocks. Neither the questionable consent, the way the decaying wall bit into his belly, nor the ache in his jaw able to curb the tornado of need that filled his belly. Raging on and on even as the brunette’s thrusts turned more frenzied and his grip tightened in the blonde’s hair.
“Fuuuck Teddie...I-I’m gonna…!” He breathed, his autumn-brown eyes clenched shut while his pink-dusted face twitched and twisted as his orgasm crept up. The captive ‘Alice’s final whiney moan all it took to get his friend to cross the finish line with him. But, instead of pouring his cum down Teddie’s throat, he pulled out to let the ribbons of cream splash across Teddie’s flushed cheeks while Narukami’s harsh thrusts bounced him.
.
But, luckily for the captive man, the werewolf didn’t take too much longer to follow. A final slam of his hips against the blonde’s ass the only warning that Teddie got before his belly was flooded with warmth. Narukami’s cock twitching as he sat and waited out the high of his orgasm.

“You good, Teddie?” Yosuke breathed, but all the blonde did was give a quiet thumbs up. “You want Narukami to pull you out?” He asked next, and got a red-faced nod. So, while Teddie caught his breath, Narukami gently tugged and wiggled his hips until he could finally free the faux Alice and hold him up so that his jello legs didn’t give out beneath his weight. The brunette quick to climb through the window to join them again.

He said something to Teddie as the silver-haired werewolf picked him up. The two of them talked amongst each other while the blonde was carried back for home. He hoped.

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Friction. Consistent, rhythmic friction against Kotone’s cock.

The first thing that trickled in after the coffee that the blonde nurse had given her wore off was the friction. Or, more accurately, it was the euphoric pleasure that made the woman’s belly knot and twist. However, it was the friction that Kotone Shiomi had the word for first. The way that the blonde’s hips dragged against the redhead’s clothed erection was soon followed by the tight grip of the polypropylene, the mindless moans that trickled out of her slightly-parted lips, then the unmistakable scent of hospital disinfectants snuck into her awareness.

While Kotone’s vision remained unfocused, those other senses let her gather that the beautiful blonde nurse that she’d pursued likely had her strapped into a hospital bed. With any luck, the blonde, Aigis, if the detective’s groggy memory was to be trusted, was also the one who straddled her.

Then, it was the weight on top of her.

Aigis’ weight kept Kotone’s erection firmly trapped between her pelvis and the nurse’s damp panties. Each movement of her hips able to make the hospital bed squeak and creak softly to accompany her moans and the whines or whimpers that escaped the captive detective. The firm pressure all but flooding the redhead’s drug-addled brain with pleasure. Though, with how obsessive Kotone had been in her mission to capture Aigis, it was hard for her to decide whether that rush was solely the drugs, or her own dark lust.

Finally, the detective opened her eyes and let the sterile hospital room seep in.

“What...did you do to me…” She asked the short-haired blonde in a baby blue scrub shirt who dug her nails into the woman’s shoulders as she humped against her cock.
“Nothing bad, I promise.” The nurse breathed, her sky-colored eyes half-lidded and hazy with a similar need that the detective felt in her own blood. “I just gave you an experimental drug to see what its side effects were.”
“Then why are...you on me?…” Kotone said, whimpering as soon as her words escaped her.
“I bit you to gauge how conscious you were, and I tasted your blood. I think that spread the possible side effects to me too.” Aigis explained, though the detective couldn’t tell how truthful the woman was being. The haze of pleasure too thick in her skull for her to focus on much outside of the damp panties that ground against her clothed cock and the breathless pants that Aigis gave.

I’ve been bitten?… Kotone thought groggily to herself at that. And, as if the pain had waited for a king’s introduction, she finally registered the dull ache of a bitemark on her throat. The throb of pain and confirmation that the beautiful woman had tasted her blood earning a forceful twitch from her cock.

The mental image of Aigis with her blood on her lips was foggy in the redhead’s mind, but it was still a dose of gasoline on the fire in her belly. The red tint on her kissable lips, the thought of the ruby liquid on the blonde’s teeth, and the mental image of the nurse licking her lips clean made Kotone’s heart race in her chest. There was something so intimate about the idea, that the ruby-eyed detective could feel the lust thicken in her veins.

The situation as a whole was exhilerating for Kotone, but there was something extra taboo about the thought of the nurse with Kotone’s blood on her lips. Maybe it was so hot because she had expected her stalkerish mission to end with Aigis being the powerless one. Maybe it was the drugs from the coffee, or perhaps the detective’s hours spent studying Aigis and her demented ways had imparted some morbid kinks somehow. Either explanation made the idea of being tied down and bitten like a cat in heat until blood was drawn feed the fire in the detective’s gut until it began to overwhelm her.
The friction of Aigis’ hips against her clothed erection, the dusting of red across the criminal’s cheeks as she moaned, the drugs in Kotone’s system all combined together to broil her from the inside out. Though, the hellish heat, weirdly, didn’t subside when her dick gave a final throb beneath the nurse and her cum began to seep through her work pants.
“Oh, you orgasmed rather quickly.” Aigis noted. Her hips stilled, but still pressed against Kotone’s dick as it softened slightly. But, when she saw Kotone go to speak, she halted it with a toss of her leg over the redhead and a soft clack of her shoes on the hospital room’s floor. “Don’t worry about it. The drug seems to still be in effect, so I’ll just use this as a chance to see how long it lasts. But first, I should ask some questions about the side effects so far.”

The detective’s brain tripped over how nonchalant Aigis was. The red-haired detective left to watch the criminal nurse with her mouth hung open and cotton still in her skull. Though, if the blonde noticed how lost she was, she didn’t let it show as she grabbed a clip board and scribbled down some notes. So, Kotone tried a tug to her restraints and flopped back on the cheap hospital pillow when they, once again, showed no signs of budging. A small smile tugging at her lips as she stared up at the room’s ceiling with the thought.

I guess this is my life for the time being. Might as well enjoy it.