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Oph luca my beloved, my soul, my boy, imgonna bite his legs

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Mad father wormssssssss

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Me trying to rizz up the Hunter, so they'll give me dungeon:

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Oh my GODDD. I love how you write Richard, both m&f 😭. I reread The Captive Prince & the f!Richard w/ butler reader a little too often. Thank you for blessing the world 🌹

Tysm! Im glad yall like it! I swear imma update it but irl kicking my butt rn but hopefully soon there will be update or new Richard fic

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Girl u need to write something for our BEAUTGIUL queen Evelyn Mora pls she’s so awooga

When I look at her, I think about is her using that cane and calling her 'mistress'

Im not immune to james bond villainess

Cord can join in babshvsg

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Miss Detective

Happy Valentine's Day to my friend! We are exchanging gifts and for you, I write florian <3

Rated: Explicit | Warnings: Detective x Phantom Thief, based on a doujin (no I'm not telling!), fem!reader, consensual noncon/dubcon, Dilf!Florian

“You make me sound like a perverted old man, Miss Detective.” The grin on his face never falters, in fact, the grin seems to grow as you glare at him, he is comfortable crouching on one in front of you.

“You are a perverted old man.” You move lean forward as the handcuff keeps you from going too far or even standing up, the chains rattling against the old cold pipe. If your glare could kill, the Phantom Thief would have died a long time ago, instead, it only gets you a chuckle.

“Come on, Miss Detective! Don't let this reunion start off on a sour note, especially since I went through the trouble of stealing you tonight.” A dangerous purr in his voice, his single human eye sparkling like amber and rubies under the sun.

He hums as pulls out a collapsible baton, bringing the tip up to your chin and making you tilt your head up exposing your neck. You keep your breathing leveled as he drags the baton tip down your throat to the top of the button up dress shirt.

“To think the standard detective uniform is so… Form-fitting,” Eye going to your breasts as you look away trying not to be embarrassed, “Guess there are other ways to catch a crook.”

“And what are you implying!?” Going to kick him but he grabs your leg, putting it over his shoulder as his hand slides down your stocking-covered leg then teasing a finger under your formal shorts.

“Oh, not, just this old fox is noticing a trend.” The baton slipped between the buttons and suddenly jerked up snapping the first four buttons over your breasts. “Oh, a white bra.” Seeing peeks out from the open hole, “Let's see if Miss Detective is hiding any tracking devices on her, hmm?”

“Tsk, is that your excuse to try to frisk me, Thief?”

“Spirit Fox, dear, and maybe. Should I instead say I wanted to have you under my paw for a long time,” The baton used to harshly further open your shirt until your breasts were completely exposed and buttons scattered around the floor. “Like you said I'm a perverted old fox.”

You hold your breath and press your lips together as the cold sensation of the baton pokes under the cup of the bra, teasing your skin before pulling one side of your bra up exposing your breast.

“Hmph!” You close your eyes as he uses it around your nipple, a chuckle from him as it becomes stiff and he toys with it using the baton. You try moving away by turning away but all he does is put your leg down and lift the other side of your bra. Now your breasts are completely exposed to him and your breathing has elevated as he teases you.

“Such a cute face, Miss Detective!”

“Shut up!” Snapping at him then jerking back when you turn your head and open your eyes to see his face dangerously close to yours, “You—” Taking advantage to kiss you.

You could only be in shock for a second before his gloved hand took one of your breasts and started fondling it, you pulled away only for him to attack your neck with kisses and bites. You can't stop the moans that slip out as he continues to toy with your body. His other hand uses the baton to rub between your open legs, you say his name as presses hard where your clit is.

“I can smell you.” Whispered in your ear before licking the shell, biting it as you start to lose control.

Your minimal illusion to conceal your true appearance fails, the two white fox tails and ears appearing, your hair completely white, and the marks on your face representing a youthful kitsune state.

“There you are.”

A winter kitsune, your mother was a kitsune and father a human, rare to see among humans and more so in the city. The Phantom Thief says stealing your heart would set him for life but he will never harm kin.

“D-don't look…” You are beyond embarrassed, “Thief, I—” He kisses you but this time his tongue is in your mouth taking away any protests. The baton tossed away, he scrambled to get your bottoms off, those tossed behind him.

“Ah, Spirit Fox!” Shouting his hand as he goes between your legs immediately, “Ah, stop, I'm an ah o-officer of the l-la— Ah, please!”

He hums as his lips are around your clit, he tore open your stockings and pulled aside your panties to taste you. Sprite Fox is relentless, merciless, as he drinks your essence as if he has never drank in his life. You cannot help but fall apart, those kleptomaniac fingers steal your breath away as you cannot stop the orgasm that ruins you. Your legs trembling around his head, eyes unfocused as are struggling to breathe, it feels like you are melting!

“Easy there,” The fire fox's voice draws you from cloud nine back to reality. “There you are, Miss Detective, keep your attention on me.”

“Y-you pervert,” Out of breath, “You jerk.”

“Jerk? Right after I gave you the best oral no mortal could give you, pft. Such feisty vixen you are!” He kisses your neck, “But we are just getting started.”

With a snap of his fingers, your handcuffs are no longer attached to the pipe, you glance behind you but you learn quickly why he partly released you as the phantom thief turns you over onto your hands and knees.

“I love these tails so much,” Rubbing his face in your cold fluffy two tails, “Soft.”

“Stop that!” Further embarrassed.

“Aw, don't be shy, you shouldn't be ashamed of your heritage.” His breath is hot on your neck as he covers your body with his, your ears going flat as instincts kick in and you lower your front close to the ground as your ass goes up. “You are so beautiful.”

You cover your mouth as his cock, hot and thick, enters you in one quick and deep thrust. The mix of your voices in sync, a perfect fit, and your body is all too happy to have him inside of your yearning cunt. You are picked up to be crushed against the fellow kitsune's body, his arms around your body and groping your bouncing breasts. You do not bother to stop yourself from moaning, not when his moans are mixing with yours. He is rutting into you like it is mating season, over and over thrusting into you, letting you feel the kiss of his knot with each thrust.

“(Name),” Saying your name over and over while fucking you, “So cold, you are so fucking perfect.” Basking how you are countering him, how you are the relief he sought for so long. The feeling clearly mutual as you are matching his rhythm, begging for him, ridding yourself of that mask of Detective and being *his*. The fox gets possessive as he wants your work clothes to be covered in his scent, tearing your top off to be able to sink his teeth into your shoulder.

It's madness!

There isn't one ounce of this room that he hasn't fucked you against, you too lost in the madness of desire. The knot pushed in the second you once more cummed around that also familiar cock, the sting you know well. The sensation of cum entering you, hot cum in your womb, and the new position he put you in allowing him to kiss your lips as you lay under him. You return the kiss as the cuffs are taken off and fellow kitsune rubs your sore wrists.

“Thank you for entertaining this.” Kissing the side of your neck, nuzzling you.

“Don't have to thank me, dear.” It was a game. Given your heat cycle is starting soon and your beloved loves to always spice up the bedroom experience, why not some sexy cops and robbers roleplay? You weren’t completely against it, but then you were curious as to why your dearest was very interested in you wearing this particular outfit.

“You are still a pervert.” Laughing as he whines with his ears laid back as he says he is not.

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Working on v day stuff, gonna be a bit late but they are gifts for friends too

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hey your weirdo war surgeon fucking bit me

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unfortunately for everyone, ive gotten into idv

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⚊ JOKER / ACROBAT RENTRY GRAPHICS . 🌹

rentry graphics / icons of :: joker (acrobat) from idv !

requested by :: @puumpkinb0y (through comments)

|| sidenote ; YAYYY. no one talk to me about idv and p5's collab... oh my god. joker i love you???

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Sorry for no update, im currently working and just have a massive writer's block. I am working on a Norton fic and maybe Orpheus but it's taking a bit as im super tired and stressed out

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authors!!

quick question...

also can you remember where you first uploaded your first ever fanfic??

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‘why do you read “various x reader stories?”’

first, i’m a narcissist and will not read it if it’s not about me

second, I love the feeling of people liking me

third, I was ignored as a child

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absolutely love wanting to fuck characters who thoughtlessly murder innocent people for selfish reasons. it actually makes me better than everyone else