Tendrils in the plentiful invade Eliot’s clothing the moment they step through their door. With hands gathering face; jowls are pried apart by Leere’s own maw. ‘Tongues’, flowing with the intent to fill the space of their mouth and throat in wiggling and now moist tendrils. Groping, filling and stretching the being in their clothing; Leere eased them up the door as it closed and promptly pressed himself inside; after tugging the others wear free of the prize and made sure to fill to the hilt. ♥

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                     ———IT’S THE SORT OF WELCOME HE CAN’T HELP BUT RELISH IN. hands drop keys as elliot maneuvers to lock the door behind him. it’s a gentle sort of thump, back against wall, the kind that has become used to the all encompassing hold that is nichts’ kiss. he begins to slide on the door, maintaining locked lips as his hands moved to undo his clothes with the other’s help.

       it’s fast, the speed at which elliot is spread apart. leerenichts’ member invades with the kind of ease only to come from both arousal and experience. he can’t help but shudder, the large member forcing its way in as he’s pressed further into the door. his lungs grow hot, made worse by the fact he could hardly breathe. he struggles to keep a foot on the floor, the difference in height making it so elliot only just presses his toes down as an anchor. even that is soon lifted as nichts pushes himself all the way to the hilt, causing the man to lock both arms around the other’s shoulders in order to stable himself.

     

flesh on flesh, elliot lets the other pound him beyond reservation.

“Pull my devil trigger.”

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                    ———❝ PARDON ME… was that like an innuendo?
blinking, the man wondered momentarily on the woman’s wording. something about how the phrase danced around a secret he’d been keeping, a secret he was sure she could sense. this was no ordinary person, not if she chose her words so close to home.  

     ❝ if not, we can pretend it was?

“that is genuinely disturbing.”

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                     ———❝ IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, you have my permission to look away. ❞
rooting around the inside of the wound, he gracelessly heaved as he plucked the bullet out. despite his best efforts, the man was still human. a wound like that needed immediate attention, lest the skin heal over with it still inside. gaze turning towards the young man, he lifted slowly and leaned up against the alley wall.

     ❝ do me a favor and don’t call an ambulance?

[ incubus!dio ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ] “You’re taking it much better than I originally thought you would.”

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                        ———KAUFMAN ALMOST WANTED TO TURN AROUND AND CURSE AT THE OBVIOUS JAB. overwhelmed beyond words, he could not manage even a slight glare at the man filling him. pace unmatched, he laid face down on the wide mattress as DIO continued to pound into his battered pussy. strange how that worked. he’d talked a big game, remarking how he would run the man dry after hours of fucking. now, it seemed as though DIO had days on him.

     ❝ at this rate — you’re going to kill me… ❞
he joked, a ridiculous thought but a thought that nonetheless aroused him. to be fucked senseless like this had been a desire for some time. his wish now fulfilled by the incubus, the man wondered how far this would go and to what end?

He’s crawling in his window. “Long time no see you dirty slut.”

                              ———LISTLESS WERE HIS NIGHTS SPENT ALONE IN HIS APARTMENT, grading papers and continuing research into the murders plaguing morioh-cho. mostly, he chose to prioritize his time with lesson plans for the next day, finding little in the way of leads. a bowl of edamame at his desk, the man hadn’t even noticed it was picked clean through until a familiar voice startled him back to reality. empty green husks of soy spilled to the ground as the ceramic container followed suit, shattered into an unrecognizable mess. in an instant he was on his feet, emerald eyes wide as disks as he stared the intruder down.

       

how!
he made no sudden movements. the vampire could end his life in an instant, they both knew it. frozen before the man even called his stand forward, he slowly backed towards the wall opposite from his window. dio was not a man he could fight alone. the only way he’d survive this was to get help, something he’d taken into account with both kujo and his grandfather. to think his little precaution would help for an unintended threat.

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        ❝ how are you here?

LOOK IDK ABOUT YOU BUT SHIT YOU DESERVE ALL THE LOVE OK BC DAMN YOUR BLOG GIVES ME SUCH A BONER LOOKING AT YOUR WRITING AND YOUR AMAZING CHARACTER LIKE DAMN HOW DID I NOT KNOW OF YOU BEFORE. THIS RIGHT HERE WHAT YOU’RE DOING IS GOOD SHIT LET ME SPRINKLE ALL THE LOVE ON YOU OK KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK MM YES FRIEND KEEP IT UP👌👌👌👌

OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY THIS IS THE BEST COMPLIMENT I COULD HAVE GOTTEN?? LIKE IM NOT USED TO THIS SORT OF THING, BUT I SERIOUSLY MEAN IT WHEN I SAY I’M HUMBLED? ELLIOT IS ONE OF MY OLDEST OCS AND I’VE PUT A LOT OF WORK INTO HIM, SO I’M SO DELIGHTED YOU LIKE HIM ;u; HES ABSOLUTELY MY FAVORITE OC TO WRITE AND TO GET THIS SORT OF FEEDBACK IS LIKE… REALLY REALLY HEARTWARMING! 

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