ritsu fujimaru's side gig as a bunny suit escort

Hektor presses on Mandricardo's shoulder blade with one hand, keeping his torso pressed to the mattress, as the other is tight around the Rider's waist to hold him up and in place. There will probably be faint mark there afterwards, but somehow Hektor can't imagine Mandricardo complaining about that.

his master’s not as sneaky as it thinks it is. but salieri’s also not as unapproachable as he wants to be. no effort is made to evade the arms encircling him, even despite the ever-present conviction that one day his skin will burn. there’s a twitch of muscle under dumbass’s hands and a light flush slowly blooming over salieri’s cheeks, even as he is clearly trying to act utterly unbothered at both the touch and the offering of nickname.

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gawain warns him as if lancelot needs it. does he think lancelot doesn’t know, does he think that lancelot will have forgotten lessons ingrained to his bones simply because he’s a berserker and in fervor? "it's not anyone else," muttered just coherently enough to pass as understandable. gawain isn't anyone else, no one else gets this, even among those lancelot has also chased. only gawain can fill this role, only gawain that he needs to dig into, that has molten light and tree sap falling over his lips. to take communion isn't dangerous. lancelot will ensure that, will take his want just to the edge of what might be dangerous, as he needs to monopolize and become undeniable but cannot truly become a danger to gawain.

Great news honey it will make my husband thrilled if I make you an utter fucking mess. Here you go. One mommy milker for here, not to-go.

[ GRADUAL ] for receiver to slowly undress sender, caressing and kissing every part of them they expose. (and a bit of REVERENT bc it's fucking amdusias)

“i am surprised you’re not in more of a rush.” antonio leans back as the gilded buttons of his shirt are undone and amdusias’s lips are quick to map his collarbone. this iteration of salieri lacks the burn scars, no swirling patterns of curse over skin. some things are able to be forgiven. instead, he allows a demon to touch him.

perhaps before he was barred from death, he would have thought that far too sacreligious. not these days (how can amdusias be called a demon to be excised and sent to die when he’s a ghost in the shape of a man, same as the rest of them). instead he caresses this demon in the mockery of a composer. antonio’s touch is light, fingers gentle over the wings crowning amdusias’s temples.

they’re interesting. he likes playing with those and it’s something of an indulgence for antonio to linger there, delicately carding through feather. he remains oddly casual in the way he bares himself, a lack of self-consciousness when amdusias finally pushes antonio’s shirt from his shoulders and antonio shrugs the garment off. hands go this time to the nape of amdusias’s neck, toying with the other’s hair as well before dipping fingers under his collar. he keeps his explorations almost idle, only touching what is accessible without trying to pry off clothing. amdusias is rather distracted with his own proceedings, antonio feels no need to add anything else on top of it. one mission at a time.

this little novice of his. “mm. that tickles.” a hand at his side, over hip. “come here a moment, up.” antonio only needs to touch fingertips to tune underside of amdusias’s chin forthe other to tilt his head up and follow the gesture to bring himself from around antonio’s lower ribs to his face.

Bei’s punishments for causing trouble aren’t always the standard sort that a tutor would prescribe. Sometimes they’re almost indistinguishable from rewards, as Seimei has their head in his lap as they squirm and moan over him playing with the fun modern invention of vibrators. Sometimes they’re put through slightly more frustration. Such as now, when Seimei sits on their lap, just unclothed enough to have Bei’s dick inside him while passing to any hypothetical observer like he’s fully presentable.

He’s been working on a project for the past while, shifting only often enough to keep Bei hard and whimpering, but nothing else. There’s a sort of satisfaction in making them whine— oh, dear, is he discovering some sort of sadistic undertone in himself? That’s probably not good, time to tuck that thought back in the ‘ignore’ pile. Seimei leans back against Bei’s chest instead. He can feel the whine they make as a thrum in their ribcage, and he hums idly in response. “...Master,” Bei says eventually. Their voice is inches from crying, Seimei feels.

“Yes?”

“Can I please—”

“No.” He had already told them they’d have to wait until he’s done his work here. His mind isn’t changing. That’s what they get for trying to bully Yako, call it an exercise in self-control. Enforced self-control, maybe, as the binding charm encircling Bei’s dick to ensure they aren’t allowed to cum regardless of action. Bei makes a wordless sound of complaint, burying their head against Seimei’s crown, nose against the fluff of his ears.

That much is fine. Seimei gets a new color of ink and resumes neatly writing which directions will be unlucky for the upcoming month as if unbothered. He is, more or less (another thought to ignore, how easy it is lately for him to get accustomed to feeling Bei inside of him, a pleasant heat he chooses to not look deeply at). Seimei even gets an entire handful of minutes able to work without being bothered.

Only a few. It’s still too soon before he feels Bei move and start shifting a hand lower on Seimei’s abdomen, as if they go slowly enough he somehow won’t notice. Seimei changes the brush in his hand for his folding fan and (lightly) swats their knuckle in a quick movement. “You’re not allowed to touch yet,” Seimei says. 

Bei’s hands retreat back to holding their forearms, loosely encircling Seimei. He replaces the fan on the table, then reaches back to run his fingers through Bei’s hair, earlier tugged free from its bun, in reward for obedience. And because he likes their hair. It’s gotten softer lately, now that he has a vested interest in ensuring they’re slightly taking care of themself and Seimei’s gotten a habit of carding scented conditioner into it some mornings. Dull fingernails scrape lightly behind Bei’s ear. “Good pet.”

Bei whines and Seimei can feel their whole body tense and shake a bit. There’s a hiccup to the noise. He knows that would have pushed them over the edge if they were capable of cumming right now, and it’s with a slight sadistic bent that he leans his head back to speak more closely to them. “See, you’re fine being patient.” Only barely. Seimei gets the sense that he can feel Bei’s cock pulsing in him, even though the seal he placed is still intact. 

“You’re cruel.” Bei finally manages to force from their mouth, barely catching their breath.

Seimei shushes them. “I told you, it’s punishment. If it were easy, it would be a reward.”

The spot where Bei’s face has been pressed against Seimei’s temple is faintly damp from their tears. He’s used to that much. His hand drops and he resumes his work writing. “Please, master.” Bei whines. “I want to fuck you… don’t you want me to make you feel good?”

Seimei rolls his hips, just to make Bei whine and force the cock inside of him to twitch. They react beautifully. “Once I’m done here.” Just like he told them when this started, and the last eight times they asked.

“That’ll be at least another hour, though.”

“It certainly will. Perhaps longer if you keep distracting me.”

Bei groans and they hide their face against Seimei once more, giving up the argument for now. It’s no use, they can’t even pull the pitiful wife card successfully like this.

As threatened, it feels like an eternity passes before Seimei has a paper cutout take his brush away to be cleaned and he clears the ink back, signaling the project as complete. He loosely tugs a lock of Bei’s hair to get their attention back. “See, that wasn’t so difficult.”

“Seimei,” Bei says, voice hoarse. “Seimei, Seimei.”

“What?”

“Please,” they force out, their fingers over Seimei’s hips digging in tight enough to bruise.

Seimei leans forward to clear the completed calendar off of his writing desk. The movement draws him slightly off of Bei’s dick, the slip providing the first bit of proper friction Bei’s felt since they were allowed to bury themselves in Seimei. They gasp raggedly and their grip gets even tighter, obviously barely resisting the urge to yank Seimei back down. The whole time they keep repeating his name and pleas like a mantra that Seimei doesn’t reply to.

In fact, he makes his movements even slower and more exacting, meticulously folding and moving the calendar. He can feel Bei’s hands shake against his skin and definitely doesn’t smile a little at their effort. Ah, they’re definitely going to bite him for this. “Yes, yes, alright.” He undoes the charm on them with a single gesture.

Bei’s on him immediately with a desperate keening noise, slamming Seimei against the freshly-cleared desk in their urgency to manhandle him. The force of them pulling back and thrusting into him nearly knocks the air from his lungs, and Bei’s repetition of his name only gets quicker and more ragged, in time with them fucking him like it’s a life or death scenario.

Ah, he might have made them wait a little too long. His body’s going to be complaining at him tomorrow. But Bei is still endearing in their own way, mouthing at the base of his neck and crying at him for being mean, even as they fuck Seimei over his own desk too hard for him to mount a reply.

It’s one way to keep him from doing anything, he supposes. After hours of being strung out, Bei is quick to come, yanking Seimei to take their cock down to the base and whimpering as they start to fill him. Another perk of doing it like this, he has less physical exertion to worry about. “There you go, good pet.”

There’s another pulse of Bei’s release in him at the compliment. He repeats it, even as the stretch of them inside him gets mildly uncomfortable. They whine and, as if abruptly remembering, thrust a hand down Seimei’s pants. Bei knows what he likes by now and it’s clear they’re trying very hard to touch him gently despite the near-visible impulse to grab and claim everything with impatience. They try to stroke him without getting rough and for it, Seimei continues to praise them in quiet murmurs until they’ve gotten him to come, too, white dripping over their fingers.

(kiss to the throat) Fafnir normally has the size advantage, but luckily, the Grey Man is far larger. 'Luckily'? Maybe Fafnir has some things about him that Fafnir hasn't realized. At least he's cute being fucked silly!

grey man’s claws are around fafnir’s throat and shoulders, the barest pinpricks of talon into fafnir’s skin. he doesn’t mean to leave marks in that way, but some things are unavoidable. especially as fafnir’s being quite easily manhandled. salieri leans down, metallic maw just over fafnir’s shoulder.

Robin stands over Ritsu with his arms crossed and a stern expression on his face, as he recovers from the mental damage of being told the sequence of events that led up to his dear Ritsu showing up to him looking like they’ve just been to a Halloween Singularity. He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Of course this would happen to you, of all people,” he grumbles. At least they’re safe, but would it kill them to think of his heart’s health every so often? He’ll be the first Servant to die of a heart attack! 

“It’s not contagious, is it.” Wouldn’t be out of the question, there. It might be. It’s hard to say. The mental calculation runs through his mind. He peeks back at it. Despite himself, his mind wanders to what it might feel like, the girth and the ridges, and his heart picks up its pace…

…

“All right!” It’s not hard to guess what he’s thinking! “You win! But you had better help me clean up afterwards, do you hear me?” Lord knows given Ritsu’s energy and whatever the hell this is, he’ll be lucky to be able to move afterwards!

It would happen to Ritsu largely because they seek it out. Come on! It’s important! Scientific! Inquiries! How could they resist the allure of a mild shapeshifting potion that is also just by coincidence sexually transmitted? There’s a movement from behind them, a short scaly tail doing its best to wag enthusiastically while Ritsu is completely unaware of the movement. “It’s probably not! But even if it is, I have it on good faith that it’s a short lasting effect.” As much as Ritsu would like to say ‘no’, they also don’t want to deliver anything but the most accurate truth.

Ritsu watches Robin think it over as a grin spreads wider. They know what Robin’s consideration looks like! They know that look of ‘not wanting to say yes, per se, but definitely wanting to say yes’, and that means it’s a win for Ritsu as soon as Robin arrives at the destination.

“He-hee.” Come on, Robin, look at that smile. Utterly harmless! “Of course! I’ll clean you up with utmooooost dedication.” And since permission’s been given and they’re more than a little excitable, they hook an arm around Robin’s leg and knock him back onto the bed. Gently, of course, a surprise of a fall back rather than getting completely flattened.

“D-Don’t say that so loud… it’s embarrassing..”

but what if she wanted to be bred by ritsu.. lovingly...