𝙂𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙊𝘾𝙆 — 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉.

[relater]

OPEN SEASON

@sleuthy
25 / male / any / 10♣️

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My Self-Summary

A detective operating out of Nenneko Ginza. We take on cases that no one else will, destroying both darkness and desire. You may find our coffee shop, but do you know how to call out to my partner and I? ☆ (If you're good, I'll give you a hint!)

My Future Plans

As long as I can help people, things are fine as they are, aren't they?

My Talents

Exposing every truth.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Is this just a general favorites list? I see, I see. In that case:

I like sunbathing and citrus cocktails! I prefer flowers over chocolate. My favorite composer is Chopin. I dislike fish eggs. One of my favored hobbies is taking walks and I enjoy the sound of rain.

My Ideal Partner

Aha. You never know until you really see someone for the first time.

Height 180cm Body Type lean musculature. Smokes no. Drinks yes. Drugs that's illegal. ☆ Sign cancer. Education university. Occupation detective. Income enough. ♥ Children none. Pets a café cat. Hobbies sunbathing.

art credit: one - five.

01. WINE OR BEER

Wine.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

Clowns...? Ah, but mimes are fine too...

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Shower, but a good bathhouse is nice.

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Pirates.

.05 TITS OR ASS

Having to choose? Unfair!

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Coffee.

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Sweet.

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Summer.

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Lace.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Come and find out. ♥

PROTAGONIST
ENFJ-A

ENERGY

84%

extraverted

MIND

70%

intuitive

NATURE

81%

feeling

TACTICS

72%

judging

IDENTITY

56%

assertive

personality test. art credit.

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[empaler]

[ kizuna’s link is interesting, moreso now that she’s been on the receiving end of it. to have her skill reflected back at her isn’t something she’s ever experienced before, and she can’t help but think, briefly, that if kizuna wasn’t who he was, if he’d been anyone else — she can’t help but wonder just how devastating that kind of power would be in the wrong (or right) hands, the eventual toll it would take on him. maybe that’s a little grim, but she’d always been taught to assess a potential threat before anything else. years spent under the guidance of steel and gunpowder had hardened her, but petronilla didn’t account for the fact that clorinde’s heart would still have so much give.

something to think about, even as they snipe their clothing off each other until just the bare minimum preserves their modesty. thankfully, neither of them are particularly self-conscious, much less now, after he’s seen every part of her. halloween hasn’t been that long ago, really. and just like last time, she allows him to distract her in the elevator, the warmth of his lips lingering on her skin in steady ascension; until he presses her down onto his mattress and her hands to the headboard. her fingers curl around the wood, her grip firm, and whatever she was thinking about completely slips her mind the moment she feels his breath on sensitive skin, chased by the wet heat of his tongue. ]

Testing my restraint, [ she chuckles, low and breathy, tightening her grip on the headboard and widening the spread of her legs. ] Was it not enough for you earlier?

[ because of course she held back. it takes more work for her to do so than to let loose completely. ]

looks directly at it

[relater]

[ He sucks a pleasant hum across her dampened skin, entrenching himself a little further in the loose bracket of her thighs. As soft as the last time, as strong as ever. His connection with her breaks over a kiss and he leans up to stamp his lips in a low arc across the warm swath of her belly. Impressive and beautiful both, she's as much a sight in the rumpled divot of his sheets as she was looming over him, ready to claim her victory. Just putting his clothes back on was difficult. ]

Is it ever enough? [ It's an unfair facet of his, he knows. To be privy to the sorts of thoughts that ambiently drift across her awareness, like just how threatening an open heart can be. ] I'm actually hard to satisfy, you know.

[ Which seems at odds with the sensitivity of his nature, but he's honest with her in his playful rebuff, grip smoothing over the toned muscle of her leg. ]

Unless someone is letting go. Not an easy feat, is it?

[ Holding back is difficult; cleaving open to the torrential rush of letting go is also difficult. Kizuna ducks to scrape his teeth over the fluttering band of her inner thigh, bringing them together to worry skin to redness. It's his prelude to the softness of his tongue as his mouth returns to her, twining thick and wet with the walls of her cunt as he tastes her in earnest. ]