heinouscrimesunit | here it comes meloooooon!!!!!

here is where you would describe anything else you'd like to see in your request! :)

Kuro seems like the sort to enjoy giving but receiving works too 🗣 sakuro nation wya

vroom vroom :) you pick the acts I just want them to get nastee

mills is right to have a coupé it's less complicated to draw

thank you i love them... congrats again on maybe the only explicit garcian/mills out there???

help thanks I love them.... feels v tender

sorry I'm breaking format but we need bunny costumes stat. bonus points for a moon-themed character 🌙

Could be with each other or with one of Charlie's many gimps as the punching bags 💜

year of the rabbit edition. her outfit can be included or not but alice is great, so!

Up to you if this is NMH3 or TSC/25W era Kamui, I just miss the guy and he seems like the sort to be able to entertain himself 👁

Nowadays, when Uehara ties his knots in advance, he always makes quick work of them. It's a little unfortunate: the challenge of racing himself has lost its sheen when he's long memorized where to pull, which strands to tuck over, under. The game now is fantasy-- and he's not nearly as good at that. Can he even begin to place the hands that slip loops over his limbs? To whom do the fingers tugging red rope all the way taut belong? Who tightens them until they bite their familiar ache into his skin?

So his restless mind wanders. It's tough, far from home. He's unsettled and unmoored and uncomfortable: without Blue and Red (never them, doing this) to tell him what to do, all he can do is to follow that American man and his motorcycle to his next point. (His face doesn't feel quite right tying him up. They've met twice. They aren't even friends. He doesn't think so, anyway.) Again, he'll find Kuroyanagi at the beginning of his next ending, and again, he'll wander through time-- alone and untouched, at least until the next path with a bit of breathing room.

(Kuroyanagi will do. He imagines her fingers, the nails polished beetle-black, digging into his inner thigh. She handles him rough-- she's always rough, which he likes-- and once she's pushed a soft, slicked-up rubber cock inside him, she always sits back to watch, impassive. In those slim and cruel fingers, she flicks the vibrator's remote absently. Low, to high, then back again.)

But as Kamui settles on the cheap hotel's bed, filled up and bound, his mind clears of all imagination. At once, he is all material sensation: electrical hum, coarse sheets, the pinch of rope leaving its mark on naked flesh-- his hands bent carefully behind his back, unable to satisfy the needy heat that twitches between his legs. There's a shuffle of fabric as Kamui shifts, lowering his body against the mattress instead of ass-up for no one. Like anybody in Nowhere, Texas gives a damn if he ruts himself against these stale sheets for the evening. God knows they're probably already stained.

Inching closer to the vibrator's remote behind him, he flicks the knob for speed. Low, to--

"Shit," he hisses, sucking in a breath through his teeth. It's higher than he wants, but-- "fuck," isn't it all right to indulge himself, to lose his head just a little? His hips buck forward as the vibe whirrs loudly in his ass, dripping down beads of precum already. He struggles, vainly, in his bindings; his body shudders, hot, overstimulated. But the ropes, comforting as the always are, hold him fast.

Just jerking off's too easy. For once, Kamui thinks, biting back the whine in his throat, it's so nice to do something for himself.

you're a god among mortals for this tysm anon I owe u my LIFE

i think they deserve a quickie in the backstage locker room tbh!!!

u heard me.

Friday night begins with a calloused, tanned hand intruding into Travis' makeshift entertainment for the night. The assassin had done this countless summer nights before, busted bathroom in the designated Gachapon lounge serving as the throne on which he would recieve his many adoring subjects one at a time. The hand looked familiar-- framed, in low light, by the backside of his makeshift gloryhole-- but Travis put it out of his mind as he grabbed the mandible securely by the wrist, inserting two fingers into his mouthbas as if a starved beast. Sharp teeth graze the tops of the mystery man's knuckles, silently signaling for something more substantial.

"Fuckin' slut," the man boasts at Travis's frantic taste of him; it isn't long before the sound of a zipper and belt being undone is followed by a heavy cock quickly replacing his guest's hand. Stoking the flames of his passion, Travis gets to work, leading with lips and tongue before bobbing down on the other man's stiffened dick. The assassin closes his eyes and focuses wholly on the object before him, savoring the man's frenulum with as much of his tongue as he could muster.

Up, down, up, down, in, in, deeper, in. As Travis takes one belly breath through flared nostrils, his mouth then dutifully descends onto this anonymous cock. He savors the choked noise his partner makes from beyond the barrier, satisfaction brimming in his mind and his own erection as one hand instinctually begins pumping in time with his upper half. Up, down, up, down, in, in, in.

Sure enough, it isn't long before a sticky salty mess erupts from the man's tip straight down Travis's throat- he doesn't think of the undignified pop his lips make as the man's twitching dick erupts a thick string of cum across his face. The heat of the man's fluid is more than enough to send Travis into his first shuddering climax for the night- the lovely feeling of semen and sweat on his upper lip feels like sweetest candy in his post-orgasmic haze. As he opens his eyes, the cock is already absent, the body it's attached to already stepping away.

He savors sticky semen for just a bit longer before wiping his face and calling in his next subject, his clean hand beckoning them through the hole. A pair of toned, firm thighs meet him, and he wastes no time in reaching up and feeling for flesh to pleasure.

ANONNNNNN DAMN!!! Thank you!!!!

The third one for the night comes in a bit later- a crash of glass and giggling sounds from outside before the door to the bathroom busts open again, and Travis hears the distinct click of a small padlock being unlocked from beyond the threshold.

"Go on," Travis recognizes the voice as Shinobu's, a little sloshed and sloppy after a few drinks, encouraging the person that was presumably closer, "just do it, unless you're too starstruck."

An indignant mmmph! responds, and Travis figures that Shinobu's directing an anonymous resident his way. There is resistance on the wall he's made; understanding what Shinobu is trying to do, he takes out his cock once more, stroking himself to hardness as the light from beyond the door is blotted out by a peachy pink dripping pussy. The smell of ammonia and arousal is overpowering, even to Travis' nose- clearly, this girl hadn't gotten off in a while. A week? A month, even? His fingers graze this cleanly-shaven cunt, swollen with need, and he is taken aback by how soft and smooth the skin there is.

"Mmmm-mm!" The anonymous person responds, pressing their flesh as close as they can to the opening, clearly begging for more stimulation. Travis hears the snap of a leash being fastened to a collar before seeing the fingertips of Shinobu's mechanical hand reach around to spread the girl open even further.

"This is what you wanted, slut." She responds, and Travis knows his cue- stepping on his crumpled jeans for leverage against the slippery tile floor, he's able to swiftly enter her twitching slit. He stays sheathed in her, trying not to bust immediately at the overwhelming warmth of her wet walls, before withdrawing once again and slamming into her pussy. The woman before him was clearly gagged with something tight- her moaning reverberated with each slam of his hips into her, but was barely audible otherwise. He could hear Shinobu laughing, presumably treating the affair as a private show.

"Legs up!" She shouted, helping to keep the other woman steady as Travis pistoned in and out of her, willing himself to last longer and longer till the woman before him was a shaking mess. "Work for it- you're going back in the belt after this!"

The woman in front of him seemed to melt at Shinobu's promises- just as well, since he was nearing his limit for this encounter. With a guttural growl, he emptied himself in her pussy, staying completely sheathed as she twitched around him in a lengthy orgasm. After, she is pulled off by Shinobu, who spun her round and placed her on her knees in front of the hole- the only reason Travis could tell was because of the pair of glossed, swollen lips that now rested against his slick cock.

"Travis the Great," the woman breathed, and he realized that it's Kimmy fucking Howell on the other side of the wall. With some trepidation- it had been years since he'd even thought of her- he moves to retreat, but is stopped by the feeling of her tongue against the crown of his cock. Remembering the specifics of his situation, he stays, letting her clean up her juices from his cock before sucking on it greedily.

"Now's your chance," Shinobu says breathily, from a position equal to where Travis stands by the sound of her voice. The metal clasp of the leash clinks against more metal- presumably the collar that it's attached to- as Kimmy does her best to get Travis hard and pulsing once more. The thought of Shinobu watching and directing the both of them awakens something primal in Travis, and he cooperates, shifting so that Kimmy can better service him from the other side.

When Travis finishes, it's with a weaker spurt of semen down Kimmy's throat, sticking to the back of her mouth and the base of her tongue. She takes it as a woman parched, satisfied as Shinobu slips the gag in her mouth again quickly before leading her out wordlessly. Travis rests back on his haunches, spent- he hears Shinobu laugh once again from beyond the lounge, and grins to himself in assured satisfaction.

thank you anon who wrote the mondo/bryan on the last kink meme! i dont have any specific kinks in mind except i would like MORE please. bottom bryan would be fun but it's up to you!

no preference on who is giving/receiving! surprise me :^)

look hear me out I love maspro hijinks. these men don't need to be dignified if they're not on air!

control is up to your interpretation, anon, just roll with it

Midori has a few new tricks up her sleeve. Canon points to Kurumizawa or Kamui but I'm not your parent, you pick her poison

shocked this has not already been done with the smiths tbh

doing my best! will be putting up the other part tomorrow, want to do a potential split pov type jam since there's a few ideas that came to mind.

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Kevin is the first that offers himself to her, silently tossing the knife her way as she returns to their purgatory once more. Kaede lets it hit the pockmarked wall in the trailer, and sees her own impassive stare reflected back in his shades. She yanks the paring knife out- it's small, easily spun around with two fingers. The edge gleams in the low light of the overhead, an invitation to touch and go.

Kaede does, and it feels as natural as when she's behind the scope. His neck looks wonderful, she thinks, but stops herself, pressing a sharp edge against her always-thrumming arteries instead in a familiar motion. Instead of blood spray, she cuts shallow, allowing for a gentle trickle of crimson to seep onto her trigger fingers.

"You're pretty brave." She says, straddling Kevin's wide torso, staring right back at herself in his lenses. Instead of answering, he lifts her bloodied wrist to his lips, silent as he samples her scarlet handiwork.

i had more ideas

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If Kevin is measured, Coyote is not. At the scent of blood, he is there at their side, watching intently as Kevin's pale lips are stained red by Kaede's viscera.

"Fuckin share, primo." His eyes are shadowed in the low light, and Kaede nods her assent, motioning with the hand holding Kevin's knife. Coyote snatches it from her easily, pressing himself against her, his cock erect against the small of her back as he moves in to sandwich her between himself and Kevin. Kaede remains dispassionate, betraying no emotion as she feels the keen blade prick against her exposed clavicle. He cuts- his hands are used to the pressure of a trigger, so the knife digs just a tad deeper than she would have preferred. The lancing pain, however, is worth it, and stars dance behind her closed eyes as the sharp tip goes further and further into her skin.

Coyote raises a brow at her non-reaction, choosing to employ a touch of his lockpicking skills, placing the knife in Kevin's spare hand with a stylish spin of the blade. Kevin exhales through his nose- a bit of laughter, Coyote likes to think- before flipping the knife shut with a flick of his wrist, tongue moving Kaede's trigger fingers, now covered in coppery blood. He swallows- her thin blood tastes divine.

Coyote takes the opportunity to use his other hand to grab Kaede's ample ass, one cheek fitting in his hand perfectly, her slight frame settling it's weight on Kevin's thighs in earnest.

"He got here first," Kaede says, trying her best to keep her obvious arousal hidden in her tone, "so you'll have to wait your turn."

Sure enough, one of Kevin's hands goes up her minidress as she directs him; his fingers are met with slippery wetness and swollen folds beneath her hem.

"What, Barefoot doesn't think that two guys can't share the same plate?" Coyote quips before sinking his incisors into her flesh, biting and sucking at his administered wound. She lets out a shuddering gasp, grinning as Kevin moves two fingers in earnest against her folds- she doesn't know when Coyote's cock came out in earnest, but it felt great to feel heat there, pressing insistently against her ass.

She was sure to have a good time with the both of them, yet she craved something more substantial. Eyeing the knife in Kevin's hand, she motions one more time to her wrist...

the weirder the better, ushiki's designs can lead to literally anything you want regarding boidly fluids and how they affect humans/each other. this is half request and half reminder that I wanna explore this concept so uhhhh brain go brrrrrrrr

here it comes meloooooon!!!!!

EXAMPLE | killer7, dan/coyote (hate sex, bloodplay)

tsc/25w, kuroyanagi/sakura (fire, waxplay)

killer7, garcian/mills (car sex)

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Re: killer7, garcian/mills (car sex)

happy new year 🐰

nmh, bad girl/jeane (impact play)

Alice Twilight, shibari/suspension

nmh/tsc, kamui (masturbation/self-bondage)

a mid-tsa kamui for u anon <3

Re: a mid-tsa kamui for u anon <3

firepro, blade/notorious, semi-public sex

nmh, travis/whoever you like (gloryhole/anonymous sex)

who's our crownless king? (left it open bc holes are communal resources <3)

Re: who's our crownless king? (left it open bc holes are communal resources <3)

time to fill a hole!

killer is dead, mondo/bryan

tsc, tetsumio (orgasm denial)

fsr, sundance/kamui or mondo (group sex, control)

nmh, midorikawa/wild card (mutual masturbation/orgasm denial)

k7, kaede smith/wildcard (bloodplay)

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aliens, cum eating, tripping