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→ Any kink or prompt whatever goes. It can be as simple as 'hi' or as detailed as 'Battler gets his cock stuck between an elevator and Kanon walks by and decides to do something kinky with it'
→ Anon or not I don't give a damn.
→ I don't care if problems get started either, hey it's not problem.
→ Go ahead and make fun of people's kinks, prompts, pairings etc. It'd be even more bold if you didn't anon.
→ Maybe you'll make a few friends
→ Request as much as you like.
→ For those who can write, try to fill them out, even if you can't, try anyway, we won't make fun of you, or well, I won't. It's pretty pointless if there's only requests and no responses, right?
→ Fuck rules are for people who care, go on and request now.
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July 24 2009, 02:25:11 UTC 2 years ago
July 24 2009, 02:50:30 UTC 2 years ago
Cockvator anyone?
Props to anybody who can actually get their cock stuck in an elevator.Stuck. Masterbating in an elevator that was going to close when entering wasn't the smartest idea. Thank god everybody else is out. If only I could just... cum... I might be able to squeeze it out.
Foot steps. Oh god, this could not get any worse. Why the hell is anybody even here? Aren't the people on vacation starting today? Fuck. They must've forgotten something.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"
Oh shit. Is that Kanon? FUCK. Maybe if I don't move... Damn, GET OUT OF THERE.
"B-BATTLER? I-is that you?"
Remain silent, maybe he'll just go away.
Chuckling. That's all I heard.
"Oh Battler, it's not gentlemen like to masterbate in an elevator other people use too."
"A-Ah, you're right! How about you pretend you didn't see anything and this never happened!" Come on get out!
"But, I can't now that it's happened. Oh, I think you deserve a punishment. How do you manage to get it stuck inbetween the elevator doors anyway? Did you want it to be crushed on purpose?"
That's not what I had in min,d thank you very much.
"Could you just help me out here?"
More chuckling. God, this really goes beyond the his personality, out of character much?
"I'll help, but there's only one way I can..."
"Anything, please! They should be coming back soon!"
Not as planned. Through the crack in the elevator, Battler saw Kanon get down on his knees.
FUCK OFF, I KNOW I CAN'T WRITE.
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July 24 2009, 02:26:17 UTC 2 years ago
Phone sex. Angsty/funny/idc.
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August 9 2009, 07:27:33 UTC 2 years ago
It began with a subtle gasp, a dark exhaling of breath just after he spoke ("Milady–") that caused Jessica's mind to go instantly blank, caused her hand to fall between her legs before she realized what she was doing.
Her vocabulary had always been spectacular, in spite of her imperfect grades. She spent a lot of time reading in between classes, devouring romance novels, manga, and paying especially close attention to the ladies who came for tea from time to time. They only talked when Natsuhi was out of the room (her mom was a prude, there was no denying that), but through eavesdropping Jessica had learned more from them than she ever had from her mother.
That's why when she begins to mumble into the receiver, Kanon has to literally bite down on his lip to keep from slamming it down. Because she is Milady and he is furniture and furniture–
"I-I am–"
"Hard."
"Milady, please, I'm–"
"Hard. And now I... Now I'm going to t-touch you–"
And she's right. Kanon is a lot of things, but he most certainly isn't a fool. He knows what arousal is and what arousal feels like, but what frightens him the most is the manic desire to play along with his Mistress's game. She whispers and uses words to describe everything: the tucking in of skin at her waist, the smooth plane of her stomach, the wetness that lies beneath, and the sweet swell of her breasts. It's mind-numbing and Kanon can't keep himself from falling falling falling into delirium. He can see her in his mind laying spread-eagle on her bed, all plush sheets and silk pillows with ripples of gold hair splayed out across the duvet. His mouth is so dry that by the time he remembers how to correctly form words again so he can tell her what he wants to do to her it almost hurts. He speaks of his tongue at her throat and his hands at her waist, pressing ever downwards while their bodies brush. He uses verbs and vowels – simple, for he isn't quite at her level of experience (yet) – to tell her of all the night's he's spent dreaming of her and thinking of her.
But more than that hurt is the heat, the warmth, the maddeningly amazing feeling he derives from such intimate speech. More than the pain is Jessica's usually brutish voice strained and soft ("A-Ah, Kanon-kun, more!"), his own hand moving in time with the periodic rustling he can hear from her end. More than the regret and the shame that will come soon after is the tightening of his abdomen and the curling of his toes as he gives a few more jerks with his wrist and–
Ring, ring.
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July 24 2009, 02:28:28 UTC 2 years ago
Locked in a room to hide themselves from the danger known as beatrice duh and they end up waiting to long, getting bored, and doing each other.
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July 24 2009, 02:34:09 UTC 2 years ago
Yeah, I don't know. Just do it.
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July 24 2009, 02:35:16 UTC 2 years ago
I don't even care what you do just make it work
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July 24 2009, 02:56:51 UTC 2 years ago
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July 24 2009, 03:26:14 UTC 2 years ago
Prompt? Hi.
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August 7 2009, 10:27:53 UTC 2 years ago
Art fill
Anon is all out of writing fuel after that longass Jessica/Kanon so here's a sketchy art fill :|Anonymous
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July 24 2009, 03:35:36 UTC 2 years ago
Treatments. Any rating flies.
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July 24 2009, 04:18:55 UTC 2 years ago
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Months. It had been months since Irie’s “experimental treatment” for Satoko’s “illness” had begun, and since the first day Satoko’s participation had been rewarded with countless scans and injections and only confidential triumphs, if any had been made at all. Takano would look over the small girl with searching, unsympathetic eyes, would scrawl quickly in a small notebook, turn on her heel, and leave the room. Always the same mechanical pattern; without a word to Satoko or the violet haired companion quietly holding her hand and trying to hide her own shaking form. As crisp and blank as the white uniform she bore during the procedures, Takano saw figures and numbers, injection sites and metabolic rates, but never what Rika’s eyes met every week in the research room. Never the pale, round face and frightened amethyst eyes glistening from the midst of a stark white sea of hospital equipment. She never felt the cold, trembling fingers locked around Rika’s each time another needle pierced milky white skin, or heard the frail gasps when Satoko watched vials of her own blood stored and carted into a closet like pantry ingredients, leaving a tiny garnet unattended and glistening where it had been drawn. And so rather than the salvation that they were meant to be, each “treatment” became another session of Hell, another crushing terror that left Satoko quivering at night.It was one such night when Rika was awoken by soft hiccoughing by her side. She turned over quietly on her futon and watched the figure on the adjacent for only a moment before reaching and gently laying a hand on the quivering girl’s shoulder. Satoko tensed at the sudden contact, then relaxed as she felt Rika shift to her futon, moving her hand gently brush a few tears from the blonde’s eyes.
“Tomorrow…” she started, and the shivering began anew, fresh tears trailing down to thwart Rika’s efforts.
“Another treatment tomorrow.” Rika finished blankly. She didn’t mean to be cold, but there wasn’t anything that could be done to change the solid fact that she had given. Treatments were not optional if the two didn’t wish to lose the medical office’s vouching for their living alone as children, and a fate of separation at the hands of Hinamizawa’s child services center was too much for Satoko’s fragile heart to handle. Shimmering Byzantium eyes found themselves again trailing over Satoko’s delicate, pallid features. So pale, Rika thought, and yet so full of life when she laughs… A beautiful face, even now, marked by reddened eyes and salty rivulets that had made their way down round cheeks. Without thinking, Rika ran her fingers across Satoko’s eyelids, closing them and softly pressing one kiss to each eye before they shot open again in surprise.
“Rika—!”
Rika was almost as shocked by her sudden, unguarded motion, and yet had no intention of stopping. She pressed a finger back against her own lips, and Satoko flushed slightly as she felt Rika’s body move closer to her own, clasping one hand around Satoko’s and using the other to caress her cheek and bring soft lips against her own. Satoko inhaled sharply, but rather than pulling away, she lifted her face against Rika’s, tilting slightly to maximize the contact and sliding her hand up to rest on her best friend’s waist. When they broke apart, Rika was smiling childishly down upon her. Satoko averted her eyes shyly.
“Mii~” the young priestess cooed dejectedly, the smile beginning to fade when Satoko didn’t return her gaze. “I only thought that an extra special treatment might make Irie-sensei’s seem less difficult…” A small blush alighted on her face, and she began backing onto her own futon again when Satoko grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She finally looked up, a mixture of shyness and mischief turning her small face into a deliciously coy sight. Rika understood the look immediately and realized that her new “treatments” were going to have to be more routine if she wanted results to counter Irie’s.
“So be it,” she purred.
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ANON LOVES CONCRIT FROM OP AND NON OP POSTERS SINCE SAID ANON IS MADE OF FAIL. IS THIS SATISFACTORY NANO DESU~? D:
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July 24 2009, 03:37:19 UTC 2 years ago
Super mega uke-Keiichi, plz? ( ﾟヮﾟ)♥
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July 24 2009, 03:43:08 UTC 2 years ago
OR any of the servants walking in on Krauss and Natsuhi having sex.
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July 24 2009, 03:45:48 UTC 2 years ago
lol captcha, dooley beefs
Battler/OlderAnge/AmakusaA contest to get ange's affection or something, I don't care o/
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July 24 2009, 03:54:27 UTC 2 years ago
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July 24 2009, 04:11:00 UTC 2 years ago
fail!fill.
"... Asmodeus, isn't that enough? You've been doing him far longer than everyone else. Let us have our turns too.""... Hahh... but... he's just... so full of love~"
"Let me at him, already! I want in on the action too! Mine! Mine!"
"Nooooo-! It's my turn! My tuuuurn!"
"I haven't had my turn yet at all! Let me have a taste~"
"All of you shut up, already! Who cares whose turn it is! First one there gets him!"
"... Tch. You guys are so shameless."
... As he lay there, naked, Battler wondered deep down inside him whether he should really be happy or not.
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July 24 2009, 03:55:34 UTC 2 years ago
Swimming pool.
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July 25 2009, 18:34:15 UTC 2 years ago
Doing this
Only because anything goes ;3Anonymous
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July 24 2009, 04:03:03 UTC 2 years ago
I don't care about kinks, JUST FUCKING DO IT
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July 24 2009, 04:47:39 UTC 2 years ago
MAKE IT ANGSTY, ANON.
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July 24 2009, 05:09:14 UTC 2 years ago
Beatrice loses and becomes Battler's Furniture. Let the juicy payback torture begin!
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July 24 2009, 05:23:28 UTC 2 years ago
"HEY SHANNON GEORGE IS GOING TO HATE YOU BECAUSE YOU SUCK AT KISSING BUT SINCE I'M A WITCH AND ALL I'LL HELP YOU :3"
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make it work somehow :(
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July 26 2009, 04:20:29 UTC 2 years ago
i tried (1/2)
Visits from the witch weren't as uncommon as Shannon thought. Actually, after her wish was granted, Beatrice started to show herself more often as her new days passed. What once was a feared witch of legend became a friend who visited now and then, and Shannon soon found herself enjoying Beatrice's company.Beatrice seemed to enjoy their conversations as well, happily listening to Shannon's tales of love and life. They were having just that sort of conversation one afternoon, during Shannon's break. She chose to have lunch down near the beach again, far enough away to keep out of sight not close enough to return at a moment's notice. This time, she had packed lunch for two, and the witch leisurely enjoyed some delicious cookies Kumasawa had made as she listened to Shannon speak.
"So, George-sama has informed me that he planned a vacation for the two of us! We're going to be heading out to Okinawa for an overnight trip! George-sama wanted me to see the aquariums there..."
"Hoh. A lover's getaway, is it? Truly romantic! That George seems to know how to treat his woman well!" Beatrice cackled, clapping her hands in applause for George's thoughtfulness. "Not bad, for someone so inexperienced."
Shannon just blushed, perhaps feeling like she should have come to her lover's defense. "H-He is a very considerate person, after all..."
"Yes, yes. And, what are you planning to do on this vacation? Isn't it overnight?" The grin on Beatrice's face took on a devious edge, so clear that even Shannon started to realize where this conversation was headed. She blushed harder, making Beatrice just guffaw even louder.
"We... We are not ..."
"Whaaat? No, don't tell me, you're not planning on doing anything?" The sneer never left Beatrice's face, pointing her pipe at Shannon as she spoke to accent her words. "My magic is great, but even it can have limits, you know. You need to be able to please your man, you don't want him to leave you, riiight?"
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July 24 2009, 05:23:44 UTC 2 years ago
Prompt: Uuuu, uuuu, uuuuu
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July 24 2009, 05:26:17 UTC 2 years ago
Prompt: GO TO GUROCHAN. THAT IS YOUR PROMPT.
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