ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, yuri, het; fluffy kinks, gory, gross, ones involving mannequins and water balloons and hair clips - hell, even vanilla if you wish it. I don't care. Just post away, anons!
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---by extension, fanfics involving the members of the fandom (aka the secret treehouse) are also allowed - since the fans, at this stage in the game, are technically a small part of their process - as long as they do not overwhelm the tgwtg.com etc prompts.
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March 1 2010, 22:15:25 UTC 2 years ago
I think...I think I want super-fluffy Goggles/MarzGurl. Playing Katamari Damacy and chatting while on a couch. Doesn't matter if there's a plot or not, or even if it's that slashy - I'll be happy any way. ^^
Anonymous
March 1 2010, 22:30:43 UTC 2 years ago
Goggles laughed at Marz's enthusiasm for rolling up the source of her frustration for the last ten seconds.
"But have you got the marathon runners?" Goggles then enquired with a smile...right before Marz's katamari got sent spinning to the other side of the road by the group of runners.
"Damn it! I will have my revenge, marathon runners!"
For a moment, there was quiet between the two women, but for the sweet singing of little children in the background (Marz would have nightmares about it for months, she was sure) and the occasional rattle of the King of All Cosmos making some bizarre announcement.
"Hey, wait!" said Goggles, "Look! You can leave the town!"
"No I can't!"
"Um...why not?"
"I still need to roll up those fucking runners! Nothing makes me hate humanity more than the stupid people in this damn game!"
"And nothing makes me love humanity more than the fact that this game exists," smiled Goggles. She wasn't sure if Marz heard it but, for the rest of that level, a small smile was dancing on Marz's face, a smile that warmed Goggles all the way to the tips of her toes.
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March 1 2010, 22:16:44 UTC 2 years ago
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March 1 2010, 23:40:26 UTC 2 years ago
"Really?"
Linkara looked embarrassed and coughed.
"I don't know, I thought it might be fun..." He turned red. "atleastthat'swhatspoonysaid."
"Really..." The Critic's expression turned darker. And he began to squeeze his hand around Linkara's neck. His eyes widened and then darkened before reaching his own hand up and grabbing the Critic's member.
"Silly humans...I have no need of breath," he gritted out and smiled as the man whimpered. He released the hold on his neck and instead fiddled with his pants, pulling them off. He cocked an eyebrow at Linkara.
"You're not even doing it right," he batted away his hand. "We need to work on your people skills," he tsk-ed.
Linkara raised an eyebrow (rather robotically, he thought) and pulled the other man down by his tie. "You're not even wearing the right clothes."
The Critic looked askance at him and shrugged. "It fucks with his mind," he licked his lips. "That's not the point here," and attacked him with his mouth, plunging his tongue without reservation. Linkara hesitated and tugged along his shirt, coldly responding without passion.
Against his lips, one muttered, "Okay, I see your point."
The other bit down on his lips. "Shut up and show me how good your impression is."
And they did.
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March 1 2010, 22:22:33 UTC 2 years ago
He had no idea what he was getting himself into when he cosplayed as the Critic.
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March 1 2010, 22:50:04 UTC 2 years ago
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He wasn't sure how Chick got into his house. Of course, he wasn't sure how anybody got into his house, and it happened with alarming frequency, but that was a matter for another time. Right now, Chick was straddling him on the futon, pulling the tie between her hands, a mischevious smirk playing across her lips.
"Y-y'know," he stammered, "this is just for a review. I'm not actually - " He trailed off at the look she was giving him.
"I know that," she said, sounding exasperated. "Haven't you ever heard of playing pretend?" She pulled sharply on the tie, bringing their faces closer together. Her breath danced across his cheeks as she spoke, and he swallowed hard.
"What are we pretending?"
"I pretend you're him," she whispered, and he could actually feel her lips, feather-light against his skin, "and you pretend not to care that I tied you up with your own tie."
"Oh. Okay. ...wait, what?"
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March 1 2010, 22:32:44 UTC 2 years ago
Spoony is baffled by the birthday present of fluffy handcuffs...right up until his friends put them to good use. Preferably on tables and chairs, but can be beds if you're not up to them. ^_~
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March 2 2010, 04:07:56 UTC 2 years ago
Lying neatly in the box was a pair of bright pink fluffy hand cuffs. Spoony opened and closed his mouth several times while trying to make sense of the strange gift. In his baffled state he failed to notice the identical mischievous looks on the faces of the gift givers.
Faster than you could say “Phantasmagoria”, Spoony found himself handcuffed to the chair with his hands behind his back, Linkara, sitting on his lap grinning like the cat that got the cream and the Critic, standing behind him with his hands running through his hair.
“Wah? What’s goin!” Spoony tried to protest but the Critic, grabbing a hand full of the gamers hair, pulled his head back and kissed him roughly. Linkara traced circles on Spoony’s chest. Letting Spoony go, only for Linkara to catch the already out of breath gamer in another kiss, the Critic moved his mouth to Spoony’s ear.
“You didn’t think that was all that you were getting for you birthday did you?”
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March 1 2010, 22:33:47 UTC 2 years ago
Captcha says might umped. No might about it, Captcha.
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March 2 2010, 21:01:34 UTC 2 years ago
Paw was leaning back against the far wall, headphones on, watching Kyle play. He was a very good looking man and he looked even better with that guitar. He watched Kyle’s hands run up and down the neck of that guitar, a blush creeping across his face as he wondered what else Kyle could do with those fingers.
As if knowing what Paw was thinking, Kyle looked up and their eyes met. A wicked smile appeared on the guitarists lips. Oh, he knew exactly what Paw was thinking and he wanted to show him.
Paw got up and left the room, no one saw him leaving. Kyle ended the song he had just been playing and excused himself from the group. He practically grabbed Paw and pulled him into the nearest room, kissing him roughly.
Breaking the kiss, those skill full fingers started to work on Paws belt.
“Kyle... I” Paw gasped as Kyle nipped at his collar bone.
“Shh” Kyle placed a finger on Paws lips “I’ve seen how you look at me, now we’ll see what kind of review you give me.”
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March 2 2010, 00:35:52 UTC 2 years ago
She stopped and raised her hands in explanation.
"Alright, if chloroform won't work, we have to reach a compromise. What are you up for?" The Chick asked.
"Threesome with Marz."
"Not right now."
"Threesome with Linkara."
"...later."
"Rough sex?"
She tackled him.
"Deal," she growled against his lips and tugged at his shirt. He answered back with his hands pulling her in closer and inching down her pants. Suddenly, the Chick dug her nails into his side.
"Fuc--what?" he snarled against her neck. She groaned into his ear.
"Nerd rage would be nice."
Spoony thought frantically about it, but it was hard to concentrate when she pulled his shirt off and nibbled at his chest, swirling her tongue down his sternum.
She looked up at him wickedly.
"Final Fantasy 8 is awesome," she said innocently, and the look on his face as he pinned her in retaliation made her laugh. His eyes darkened as he set about all the ways to prove her wrong.
She stopped laughing and started moaning when he buried his head between her legs, and his tongue darted in and out.
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March 2 2010, 00:18:08 UTC 2 years ago
Zel has her revenge ... or Bennett ties her up like he did Linkara. Some kind of bondage a must.
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March 2 2010, 00:40:40 UTC 2 years ago
Sorry, Zel!
Zelda's head was spinning. What had she been doing last night? Hamlet had been a success and she remembered being persuaded by the rest of her cast members to go out drinking. Dear God, if she had ended up sleeping with someone, she was going to have to go into hiding.Trying to lift a hand to get her blonde hair out of her face, she was suddenly panicked. She couldn't. She was tied to a chair with her hands tight behind her back. She whimpered beneath her tape gag, squirming and terrified.
"Aww," a familiar voice behind her cooed. "Reading your fanfics, I would have thought you got off on this." Sage? What the fuck had she done now? Why couldn't she have been a damsel in distress for Dr. Linksano instead?
He walked in front of her, eyeing her wriggling form and smirking. "If I take this off, will you not go screechy on me?"
She nodded, rolling her eyes and tried not to show the pain when he ripped the tape off. "Are you going to read bad!fic to me? Because I have a katana and can punish you, sweetie."
He leaned in against her, licking her earlobe and snickering as she shuddered. "I need to show you why you shouldn't have killed me off so soon."
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March 3 2010, 01:58:44 UTC 2 years ago
He greeted her with a smile that was all teeth and his hand in the devil horns. "Your house is far out, duuuuuuuuud....ette!"
She giggled. "It's a nice place. Come up to the bedroom, will you?"
He was almost bouncing with nerdy glee and she was almost sad to have to explain it to him. "Not like that, sweetie. You're too young and nice for me."
He was still bouncing and her fangirl heart d'awwed as they went up the stairs. She sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her My Little Pony collection and was amused by his small, trying-to-be-suave-like-Harvey eyebrow raise.
"Right. This is Blood-Gun - he shoots bullets from his scalp - and this is anonymous hooker #12. He lost his wife to hippies and she escaped from a scary man with a pipe. Together they fight crime..."
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March 2 2010, 19:02:30 UTC 2 years ago
Knowing
Insano didn't even really know how they'd gotten to this point.He knew how it had started: some wiseguy claiming to be Dr Linksano (seriously?) had broken into his lab and was now demanding all of his long-labored-over inventions; Linkara had taken advantage of the hole in the wall and burst in to finish both of them off; Spoony had come down to see where the noise was coming from; and basically the stage had been set for, as his nemesis put it, an ultimate battle of ultimate destiny.
He knew how it was supposed to go, with him defeating the two 'good guys' and kicking the imitator out of his lab; he knew how they thought it was supposed to go, or at least could assume. He also knew how it actually went and where it went wrong.
He knew it went wrong when Linksano proposed a diffent way of 'settling their differences'; he knew it was worse when they actually agreed to it; he knew things had really gone downhill, or maybe uphill, he didn't know at the time, when a tongue - Linksano's? Linkara's? - forced itself into his mouth, invading his personal space and sending his senses sky high.
What he didn't know was what had driven Linksano to propose it in the first place, or why the other two had agreed, or how they'd gotten to the tangle of bodies and limbs they were now, battling for control and pleasure instead of battling for victory and SCIENCE. He didn't know how his hands had ended up in Spoony's hair, or whose hand was jerking him off right now, or where the heavy breathing was coming from loudest.
For every thing he didn't know, though, there were things he did know. And he knew that what he didn't know, right now, wasn't worth knowing.
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March 2 2010, 19:59:16 UTC 2 years ago
"What, is this a joke? Usually he kills the hookers instead of dressing them up as a prank."
She grinned, all teeth, and slapped him across the face; while he was reeling, she tackled him and sat on his chest. She trailed the leash across his face with one hand, her other digging into her pockets, producing rope.
Five minutes, many knots, and one embarrassing shriek later, the Critic was collared and tethered to the bedstand, his hands tied. Ask That Chick stuck her fingers in his mouth and cocked an eyebrow at him, as he began to suck on them.
She sighed heavily. "You're not nearly as nice as she is," she pouted and tugged his pants down.
"Let's see what we can do about that."
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March 2 2010, 20:22:29 UTC 2 years ago
What he had no idea about was why he was now in bed, covers pulled over him and the heating making him feel dozy.
"You okay?" The voice was familiar but odd, which was understandable considering that it belonged to Insano, smiling down at him softly.
He crossed his eyes, nervous. Insano never took care of him, even when he had been properly sick. "What's your plan?"
Insano snickered, sounding more like himself and curled up beside him. "I respect you too much to let a game defeat you. Just get some rest."
Although he mumbled pathetically into the other man's chest that it had really hurt, he still fell asleep giggling and amused at the scientist's soothing voice. "Don't worry, you'll get over it, it's okay..."
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March 2 2010, 21:27:49 UTC 2 years ago
OH GOD WHY DO I WRITE THESE SORRY EM
"So let's see," said Emeriin, raising an eyebrow, "You read some of my fanfic, get upset and decide to take it out on me. Aw. I'm so scared. Shouldn't you be leaving this to Bennet?""Normally, yeah, but I've got a more...personal...interest in seeing you suffer."
"Oh, whatever," she said flippantly.
"Let me guess: You're wondering what the worst is that could happen?" asked the Nostalgia Critic. There was something wrong in his smile - it wasn't Ask That Guy wrong, but it was definitely wrong. He leaned forward with a razor edge smile and breathed in her ear:
"Oh, the very, very worst."
Em still didn't believe he was really going to hurt her. In spite of the chains to the bed, in spite of her blouse being undone and her jeans elsewhere, in spite of it all, she really didn't believe him.
But belief is a tricky thing, and belief and knowledge came pouring in when she saw the flash of metal and felt the sting of a blade against her skin, so close to cutting her that it burned. The same sensation lingered as the blade danced close to her side, around the edge of a hip, down the inside of her thigh, back up the outside, the blade so sharp it tore through the bedsheets like hot butter.
The Critic traced the blade at the top of her waist, just where the ribs ended, leaving scratches so thin she barely felt them behind the blades heat. Back to her side, just beneath the collarbone, then resting, gently, delicately, at the bottom of her neck.
Em swallowed hard.
"How does it feel?" asked the Critic mockingly.
Then everything went black.
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March 2 2010, 19:43:17 UTC 2 years ago
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March 3 2010, 00:42:16 UTC 2 years ago
Hope this is erotic enough for ya...
He's waited years for this.Linkara lies at his feet, bleeding from the cut under his eye. The others, his so-called allies, have run away like the cowardly meatbags they are. It's time to finally shut the whining fool up for good.
He kneels down next to Linkara's prone form, lays a hand on his neck to check his pulse. It wouldn't do to have him die now, before he got what was coming to him.
Satisfied that the human will survive his plans for the night, Mechakara lays a hand against Linkara's collarbone and considers his options. He's wanted this for so long, imagined so many ways in which it could go.
His grip tightens as Linkara comes to, breath coming in gasps, but not yet cut off. He'll take care of that. When he's through, Linkara's voice will never bother him again.
Bruises are forming under his grip now, and Linkara is struggling wildly, trying to get free. Something dangerously close to pleasure is flowing through his circuits, as he looks at the damage he's causing, at Linkara's eyes rolling back into his head. He releases his grip slightly in order to shift position, and that's when he brushes against Linkara's erection.
The human gasps in a breath, though whether through oxygen deprivation or stimulation, he doesn't know. He cannot determine the cause without further evidence, and without a cause he cannot establish the best way to achieve his goal. There is something ironic about using pleasure to destroy his foe. The incongruousness of it amuses him.
He shifts his leg against the man's crotch and squeezes his throat simultaneously, and feels him shudder and try to jerk away. He clamps down and hears Linkara choke. He mentally estimates the length of time that humans can go without oxygen, waits until Linkara's struggles cease almost entirely, and right when Linkara is on the edge, he tightens his grip still further and grinds against him, feeling the human shaking against him.
Releasing his grip, he smirks as he reviews his plans. Turning his body against him, forcing Linkara to give himself over utterly to his enemy, and then to kill him at the final, perfect moment...It would only take a while longer. And after all the time he's waited, what's a few more weeks?
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March 13 2010, 19:16:59 UTC 2 years ago
"Who the fuck are you?"
The man sniffed, still poking at the various equipment with his large stick. "If young fools really can't help themselves, they shouldn't speak at all."
He shifted, hating this bastard already for making him blush. "What are you doing in my lab?"
There was a snort of disinterest. "I've been sent here against my will. I would not look for such pathetic inventions on my own, I can assure you."
That was it. He stomped over and a fist flew out, knocking the stranger to the ground who looked up at him with disdain. "You should not anger a wizard, boy."
Smirking, he held the staff down on the old man's neck, choking him. "Let me show you how science wins over magic any day, bitch."
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March 21 2010, 19:54:00 UTC 2 years ago
I think there was crack in my pizza...
In generations to come, people would whisper about the passion panties in wondrous amazement.What were they?
Who wore them?
Why were they so famous?
Why did she need them?
But right now, the girl with blue hair was half-naked and cuddling on top of her man.
"They're part of my superpowers, obviously."
The guy in the fedora smirked and stroked her hair out of her face. "You're already super-human."
She slapped him and worked her tongue in his mouth, giggling all the way.
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March 3 2010, 01:01:41 UTC 2 years ago
You Dirty, Stuck-Up, Sadistic, Cock-Sucking, Butt-Fucking, Semen-Drinking, Hand-Jobbing ASSHOLE (1/2
(Warning: a small amount of blood play, orgasm denial. I had half of this on my hard drive already, hence the length.)(Thank god this is anon. Hi Bennett, love your work.)
The preceding events were somewhat of a blur. Not obscured by alcohol (again) or rohypnol (again) but now by sweat and breaths and hang on, wasn’t he meant to be fighting with Ask That Guy? Dirty questions had been asked, a touch in just the right place, emotional buttons hit and yet again, somehow, the Critic had eagerly surrendered. Damn it. He vaguely remembered that after last time he’d sworn to take control sometime, the same promise as always, and a promise that was never kept. He loved this too much.
Ask That Guy was hot and hard in his hand, slicked with precome and saliva to ease the strokes even as Ask That Guy did the same for him. Curled up, faces together, Ask That Guy leaning slightly over the Critic as they fondled each other. Fuck that promise. Why would he want to change this?
“If you come before I do, you’re in trouble,” Ask That Guy warned in his sweet tone, and the Critic’s eyes crossed. What was he expected to do? His wrist was cramping already and Ask That Guy’s hand was moving just right, his thumb smoothing encouragingly over the head and bringing him dangerously close. Okay, okay, focus. What did Ask That Guy like more than anything?
Pain.
Anyone’s pain.
Well, shit.
The Critic quickly ran his tongue over his own bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, then bit down. Hard, and steadily increasing the pressure. It hurt, really hurt, but satisfaction spiked at Ask That Guy’s hiss even as the Critic’s eyes started to water. He was doing something right and, even better, he had something to focus on instead of Ask That Guy’s hand moving dangerously fast and spreading heat along his nerves. Teeth broke through skin as Ask That Guy’s hand twisted and the Critic yowled with the two conflicting sensations, the pain sharp and distracting but just a thin layer above the fire of the pleasure.
Ask That Guy’s free hand unsteadily pried open the Critic’s mouth. Body heat, scent, sweat, and then their mouths were together as they inhaled each other’s breaths and Ask That Guy sucked up the beading blood.
“Hey,” the Critic rasped. “Hey, you can come now. Please.”
Ask That Guy’s smile looked decidedly more sinister with the red stain to his teeth.
“Silly Critic. I haven’t forgotten. Why would I come here when there’s a place that’s so much better?”
The hands suddenly stopped as Ask That Guy turned away, out of reach, and the Critic whined helplessly as he reached down to grab himself, anything to keep the sensations, and Ask That Guy slapped his shoulder with one hand even as he collected a bottle with the other.
“Roll over for me,” he said pleasantly, and the Critic’s eyes crossed again. Yes and the sheets clung and tangled underneath his sweaty body as he clumsily turned onto his front. Even above the sounds of two people panting, the click of the bottle lid was deafeningly audible, and the Critic wriggled as cold liquid dribbled down his back and further down.
“Hurry up and get in,” he snapped over his shoulder, and was immediately rewarded with two fingers. That was gentle for Ask That Guy and his sadistic love for penetration with large objects, but it was just right for now, the Critic arching his back to take them further.
Ask That Guy licked at his ear.
“You really are a tart, aren’t you?” he smiled, crooking his fingers and sniggering at the Critic’s resulting full-body shudder. “What a pity it took the Nostalgia Chick to let us all know. Imagine the fun we could have been having...”
The thought of Ask That Guy on top of him and the Nostalgia Chick underneath provoked another shudder, followed by a whine as Ask That Guy’s fingers withdrew. There was a draught and a flap of cloth – Ask That Guy further opening his robe, he assumed – before the weight on the bed shifted and there were hands on his hips, the Critic raised himself onto his hands and knees and oh my fucking god finally.
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March 2 2010, 21:16:14 UTC 2 years ago
Insano was going to maker her pay for breaking his heart.
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March 3 2010, 03:08:04 UTC 2 years ago
She'd grown over the years. She was still a blonde, still partial to pink... still perky, and in more ways than one.
"So what do you do, Mr... umm.." It was such a shame that her brains didn't seem worth all that much.
"I'm a scientist."
"Oh, really?" she frowned slightly.. it brought back too many memories of rejection. Over, and over.. and over.
"Yes.. really. You didn't think?"
"Well it's just, you're like awfully cute for a scientist. Most of your type are like total nerds! I mean who ever decided a dress code of white coats and goggles was a good idea, you know?!"
Insano smiled bitterly, and brushed some hair behind his ear. He felt downright naked without his goggles and lab coat, how dare this little... wretch, insult his profession like that? Next she'd say that mad laughter is "passe".
She twirled her hair around a finger and sucked her drink's stir, "So like, do you make a lot of money then or do you just like-"
"Would you like to dance?" He cut her off. That voice was grating... all she cared about was looks and money and fame. It was pathetic.
She needed to be taught a lesson.
"Oh my god! I like totally love dancing!"
"I know."
They didn't get half way through the dance floor before she collapsed in his arms.
When the blonde awoke she found herself in some sort of messy looking lab. Totally lame! Her mother always warned her when she was young about taking drinks from strangers, but she always just thought she was uptight because Mom's were always such a drag like that! It wasn't until she shook off the grogginess that she realized she was strapped down to a table in nothing but her bra and panties.
"Oh goodie, you're awake. Should I just go ahead and gag you now or do you promise not to scream just yet?"
Of course she screamed.
Insano rushed to her side and placed a hand over her mouth, "You NEVER shut up, do you? You never have! Always talking on the phone with your little friends or whining about not getting to your precious little parties in time... But you never had time for me, did you?! So close to you all that time and you never once bothered to even look in my direction!" he huffed.
When she had calmed he finally let her breath again. That's when it finally hit her who this guy was, "..... Schlumper?!"
"NO!" his tone was venomous.
The next thing she knew he was on top of her, restraining her arms above her head. She stared up into the spirals of his goggles, trying not to whimper or scream again.
"No, not anymore... you created a monster, deary. " He cackled. "Doctor Insano, at your service."
The scientist swooped in for a hard kiss on the lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth as she squirmed beneath him. For once in his their lives, for all purposes... she was beneath him. When he released her, she wondered with a gasping breath if she should be feeling as desperate for him to do it again as she was. To hold her down... to kiss her... to fuck her on the cold steel right then and there.
Maybe nerds weren't so bad after all.
"Is this..." she swallowed, feeling his contained manhood hardening against her, "...is this what science feels like?"
He grinned, "Baby, you have no idea."
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It's 2AM in the hotel, all the TGWTG contributors are asleep except for Linkara and Spoony, but they can't go out of their rooms. They talk on the phone, one thing leads to another, etc.
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Mirrors
Not sure if this is what you were thinking of, but eh.- - -
He knew what his body was. Knew every inch of the pale skin, every curve, every line.
Maybe that was what drew them together. Not just their hatred, no - the desire to see one body entwined twice, and to find the small cuts and nicks and scars that changed them each, made them each unique, and cut and nick and score and scar the other until they were twins again, until you could not tell one from the other.
It was only in personalities they differed, slight changes of pitch to the voice, slight differences in what lurked behind the eyes - sanity destroyed in one, insanity gained in another.
In bed they fought furiously. One hand jerked along a cock, drawing a moan and then a grin of triumph, only to have that grin replaced by labored breathing when a tongue slowly licked its way around a nipple, and teeth nibbled and prompted a strange, thick noise from the back of the throat.
Nails scored on each others back, symmetrical, matching each injury for injury, never daring to let one have dominance over the other, always the same, always the same. Teeth and blood and scratches in the dark, and two right arms each bore fingertip-shaped bruises.
They'd struggle and cry and moan and punch and kick until one knocked the other dizzy and finally took him, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough, and each body moved, perfectly symmetrical, a mirror of scars and sex and hatred between brothers, between twins so twisted no one else would take them.
And then they came. Two pairs of fists would clench, two pairs of toes would curl, two throats would moan the same and then, when they were spent, and smeared with cum and blood and sweat, they'd wash it all away, put on their clothes, and ignore the thing inside that said 'I love you'.
Hatred, always hatred. Symmetry, always symmetry. Trapped in endless mirrors of desire and smothered love...
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March 2 2010, 23:44:15 UTC 2 years ago
As a more-than-willing favor for someone who can't post yet
Spoony/ATG - Insano lends Ask That Guy his labrat for a while.Anonymous
March 3 2010, 15:35:30 UTC 2 years ago
Re: As a more-than-willing favor for someone who can't post yet
The bundle arrived outside Ask That Guy's door early in the morning, early enough that ATG was dragging out his latest dead hooker. He prodded it curiously with his foot, grinning when it shifted abruptly.He took the body out to the dumpster, flinging it in unceremoniously as he wiped his hands clean. He walked back towards his room and eyed the bundle excitedly before tugging it into his room and locking the door behind him. He grabbed the knife off the shelf and slit it across, feeling the point of it cut something besides the burlap.
The sack cut open, the Spoony One looked up at him blearily, a sharp red line of blood across his cheek and a Post-It stuck to his chest. Ask That Guy bent down to read it.
TO ASK THAT GUY: REMIND HIM HOW GOOD HE HAS IT WITH ME. --INSANO.
Ask That Guy smiled, a shark's grin. Spoony wriggled, his hands bound behind his back. He brought up the knife and licked along the flat edge, savoring the coppery taste.
"Let me show you how I treat a lady."
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"CCCRIIITTIICCCC!" the Nerd yelled, stalking towards the Critic and pulling him up by his lapels.
The Critic batted his hands away and step back so he could do it properly.
"NNEEEERRRDDD!" he pointed dramatically at him. That out of the way, he lowered his hand.
"What?"
The Nerd huffed and did some eye-rolling, even managed to start a few sentences, before tackling the Critic and kissing him roughly. The Critic enjoyed it for a moment, remembering how good it felt, how long it had been. The Nerd had the same thought, apparently, biting at him and aggressively pulling at his pants. He pulled away from his mouth.
"What the fuck is this I'm seeing about you and Spoony?" Nerd growled, his fingers clawing at him.
The Critic gasped, choking out, "This is what you came over for?" He managed to a smug smile. "You're jealous?"
The Nerd, despite the clench in his jaw, nodded reluctantly.
He burst out laughing, and turned his head.
"Hey, Spoony! Come out here for a minute!"
The Nerd turned his head and saw him standing there, disheveled but ready with a hand full of cue cards. A lascivious smile came over his face, and the Nerd looked down to see the Critic with a sadistic grin on his face. He may, in the future, have admitted that he was unsettled.
"Well, look what we have here." Spoony swaggered over and set himself beside the Nerd, hand over his ass. "I wasn't expecting another round so soon, but we can try out my new move."
He leaned it and licked at the back of the Nerd's ear as his eyes widened and the Critic's grin grew.
"I call it the Shrieking Shack."
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The Nerd groaned and turned over on his side, ignoring the hand running through his hair. He opened his eyes and closed them almost immediately, moaning as the events from the night before ran in full motion video in his mind.
The Critic was bound by a collection of red ties, his wrists tied together, and his legs opened and tied to individual bed posts. A fourth tie was gagging him.
He felt a hand tap his shoulder.
"So what do you think about Evil Dead 2?"
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Angry Joe shrugged, his eyes eagerly looking over the music nerd. Though he was still wearing his trademark headphones and cap, otherwise he was naked. Very naked. A fact that Joe was not forgetting.
"You'll see," he smirked, but his expression turned sour as he squeezed the bottle. "...as soon as the syrup starts behaving."
The two stared at each for a moment.
"Be right back," Joe said, and he leapt off the bed and threw the bottle into the microwave, turning it on. He tapped his foot impatiently and eyed the awkwardly squirming man on the bed. The machine beeped and Joe grabbed it, flinging himself back on the bed and placing a light kiss on Paw's lips. He brought the maple syrup up to his own mouth and put a little bit on his tongue.
Paw clenched his teeth as Joe licked down his chest, spreading the maple syrup over his skin.
"It's going to be sticky," Paw muttered.
Joe just smiled wolfishly.
"It always is."
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March 3 2010, 01:30:20 UTC 2 years ago
An arty one, this...
Spoony, Linkara and Critic doing the dance for Beyonce's All the Single Ladies. Preferably with Critic in the middle wearing the Nerd's Power Glove and with the Nerd watching off to the side. I leave his reaction to you, anon. XDAnonymous
March 3 2010, 01:36:40 UTC 2 years ago
Re: An arty one, this...
Oh, I am so doing this in just a minute.Anonymous
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March 3 2010, 01:36:59 UTC 2 years ago
Captcha says consent of. Apparently this won't be noncon. :D
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March 3 2010, 03:21:01 UTC 2 years ago
He paced back and forth, tsk-ing.
"I know that we all have our different methods of torment. However, I think that if we pool our strengths we can learn from each other. Does anyone have any suggestions for physical torment?"
Insano bounced up and down enthusiastically in his seat. Ask That Guy motioned for him to speak.
"Apply hair clips to his nipples! Or hers!" He grinned eagerly to himself, sure he was right.
Ask That guy gave him a Look.
"Inventive, but our nemeses don't carry around hair clips. Any other suggestions?"
Mechakara grudgingly raised his hand.
"Yes, the sadist robot?"
"In my studies of the human condition, I find that often water, one of their most precious resources, can be a source of pain and confusion. Perhaps we could repeatedly expose them to it with sudden bursts of pain," he suggested.
Ask That Guy tapped the ruler against his chin, slowly shaking his head.
"You're talking about water balloons. As much as I like to twist and mutilate fond childhood memories, that would take a lot of precision and work. Work at the problem of reducing your opponent's laughter at you: bring a recording of your attempt next week, and we'll see how it goes."
Mechakara's eyes flashed red and he grumbled mutinously to himself. Ask That Guy clapped his hands together enthusiastically.
"I suppose it's up to me to educate you all on the true art of torture," he said as he wrestled something out of the closet. "Allow me to demonstrate on this mannequin."
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Half an hour later, Mechakara walked out, wiping his glasses clean of splatter, tugging Black Lantern Spoony along on his leash. Insano came out a few minutes later, his hands twitching as new ideas raced through his head on how to conquer Linkara. They reached the end of the hallway and looked at each other.
"I maintain water balloons are a viable option," Mechakara growled.
Insano cackled. "Hair clips! I can get those anywhere!" He considered. "First one to incorporate all elements gets dibs on leading the next class."
"Agreed."
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Critic, Linkara, and Spoony, regretfully, woke up the next morning very sore.
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