Whoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god

((I got news for you bucko it’s not a secret))

((I’M ENDING IT HERE. KIRA’S BACK TO NORMAL. SWEET LORD THIS WAS A MISTAKE. I HAVE ONE(1) REGRET IN LIFE NOW.))

((I WILL NOT IMAGINE THAT THANK YOU. Though now I have and I’m CrYinG!!))

Kira knew that was a very bad idea, because despite everything pointing to the contrary, he was still sane. “If you’re here to make fun of my,” he scrapes his throat nervously, “unique tastes, you’ll be disappointed. I’m not an idiot.”

Kira finds himself buried in a pile of ass. The air is unbreathable --though this does not seem to bother the Stand user much: he is living his best life, breathing in the toxic fumes like he needs them to survive. Whatever the vampire had intended on doing, it was no longer his concern. The only thing that mattered was the sweet perfume of ass.

The man snatches them in mid air, bringing the fabric to his nose and inhaling. “Thank you, I will cherish these forever.”

Kira freezes, feeling his entire body burn with desire. “That was impressive,” he says, a lustful haze settling in his eyes. “As is expected from you.”

Kira pops several consecutive boners, burying his face in between their ass cheeks. He mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like the word ‘perfection’ though you’ll never know for sure, since the sound was muffled by their entire ass.

Kira snaps his head towards them, narrowing his eyes. “I can’t help what I am –how I am. This only means my Stand is even more powerful than before. Killer Queen is unbeatable, more so than ever!”

He grabs them from the back, both hands on either side of their hips and shoves his nose into their hair --inhaling the pungent smell emanating from their behind as it comes up to greet him. “Aaah~! Do that again!”

((I can --and I will! Kira is now into FARTS for a limited time!))