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Fanmail the Thirteenth
[ Fanmail will be found in the lobby ... with you! You're part of the package!
Some letters have QR codes, with instructions to scan them with your cell phone's free QR code scanner function. Beyond the letters that are submitted below, you may assume there are more letters in every box if you'd like.
Although bodies of letters may include idol aliases, assume every envelope and package is addressed to or otherwise uses the official idol name of the character.
Letters found in the "Everyone" header may be assumed to be part of every unit's box, most likely with multiple copies of the submission unless otherwise stated.
Characters on hiatus have their fanmail IC saved and stuffed into their mailbox for when they return! They'll be located in this post for easy findings, but don't worry, the fans' feelings will reach the character somehow ;)
Fanmail given to dropped characters will be sent to everyone in the unit, though still labeled with the dropped character's name. You can find these in the "Every Unit" subheader. ]
LiliS
sensitIV
pep!pep!
Taisho Roman Revolution
BAD END=DEAD END
future is now
WILD CITY
☆ZRAEL
Heart Soldier Senshi
AlcheME!
avante en garde
BARiTONES
Everyone
Some letters have QR codes, with instructions to scan them with your cell phone's free QR code scanner function. Beyond the letters that are submitted below, you may assume there are more letters in every box if you'd like.
Although bodies of letters may include idol aliases, assume every envelope and package is addressed to or otherwise uses the official idol name of the character.
Letters found in the "Everyone" header may be assumed to be part of every unit's box, most likely with multiple copies of the submission unless otherwise stated.
Characters on hiatus have their fanmail IC saved and stuffed into their mailbox for when they return! They'll be located in this post for easy findings, but don't worry, the fans' feelings will reach the character somehow ;)
Fanmail given to dropped characters will be sent to everyone in the unit, though still labeled with the dropped character's name. You can find these in the "Every Unit" subheader. ]
sensitIV
pep!pep!
Taisho Roman Revolution
BAD END=DEAD END
future is now
WILD CITY
☆ZRAEL
Heart Soldier Senshi
AlcheME!
avante en garde
BARiTONES
Everyone
avante en garde
Gold
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He's breathing hard, like he's just played a set. His hair is plastered to his forehead, and his eyes are bright with laughter.
"Exactly," says Gold. "There's nothing like the spring breeze on the court, blowing through the net and tousling your hair." His tone is as dry as a desert. His hair is tousled, as though the spring breeze has indeed been blowing through the court.
Between them, B makes a soft, disgruntled noise. Silver reaches out a hand to pet along his back.
It's a bare back, stretched nearly horizontal between them. The curve of the spine is graceful, and B shivers when warm fingertips trace along it.
Gold reaches out to soothe him, too – only, Gold's hand finds a naked thigh, fingertips trailing up to curl into a loose fist around B's erection. B makes a quiet whine as Gold begins to tug, casual.
"Should we have a match sometime?" says Silver. "I bet we could find enough people to play."
Silver pauses – bites down on his bottom lip as Gold jerks forward, and B moves with him, and the pink lips around Silver's cock come all the way to the base.
"We'd probably get enough takers," says Gold. His hips are moving faster now; the sound of flesh slapping against flesh is loud in the room. "We may as well ask."
Between them, B makes another noise. It's mostly muffled by Silver's cock, but it sounds just shy of desperate.
In reply, Gold redoubles his efforts; the wet squelches of his hand moving are unmistakable.
"Sounds like a plan," Silver manages, but only barely, because B's tongue picks exactly then to do something clever and quite talented. He leans forward, mouth falling open and eyes slipping closed, the muscles in his stomach and thighs going tense as he comes.
"Mm," says Gold. "Yeah. I'll text a couple people tonight."
He slips his other hand around B – uses it to guide B's hips up, adjusting the angle.
All at once, B gives what would probably have been a yelp of pleasure, if his mouth weren't full. He presses back, desperate, into the steady, rocking thrusts, and Gold obliges, stroking him hard and fast.
Silver runs a lazy hand through B's hair before he pulls out; a small trickle of come slips down from the corner of B's mouth, and his eyes are dazed with pleasure.
"Thanks," says Silver, languid and sated. "It's hard, wanting to play when you can't."
He gets down on his knees, then – edges forward, until Gold gets the hint and eases B upward by the shoulders. Gold's hand pulls back, and the brief whimper of disappointment from B is quickly chased away by a gratified moan, as Silver's mouth takes its place.
Gold leans forward, forehead resting in the crook between B's neck and shoulder.
He breathes in, shaky and breathless, and tries to think of something volleyball-related to say. Nothing comes to mind, though – and then B is crying out, whole body going tight with his release, and the clenching warmth around his cock drags Gold over the edge, too.
There's quiet for a long couple of seconds, the room filled with nothing but panted breaths and a soft, wet sound as Gold pulls out.
"You guys have the weirdest kinks," says B, fondly, when he's able to breathe again – and Silver and Gold each reach out a hand to help him to his feet.
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Nemesis
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[In between trying the outfits on, she has Hurricane sit on her lap, or feels him up through the skirts, or walls him as they make out. By the end, Hurricane is flustered and flushed. 12 pages of porn follow, in which they forget about trying on clothes and finally get to it, though Nemesis makes him keep the panties on throughout.]
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The reaction is adorable and she realizes that secretly she's always wanted her little brother's love stick. She teaches him just how good big sister can make him feel and how to best please her in turn. ]
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Cardigan
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It's huge]
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☆~ ☾ ☾ ~☆
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That when opened lets out a SCREAM!!!!!11
its like one of those song cards. except a screaming box!!!]
Sad Bird in Snow
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You're the best!
Red Bull gives you wings
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Intensity/King
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"This is fucking ridiculous," says Intensity.
His eyes are narrowed as he surveys the room – taking in the ramshackle wood walls, and the snow swirling by outside the uncurtained windows, and the single blanket that rests discarded on the floor.
"This is a set-up," says King, tone flat. "How is this even a game?"
"I would have said that kissing people under the mistletoe wasn't a game either," says Intensity. "And yet."
They consider the blanket for a long few seconds, in silence.
They turn to look at each other, appraising.
"You're on," says King, and takes the first step forward.
He doesn't know how to rack up the highest score in cuddling, but he's definitely going to try.
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Hiryuu/Levi
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It's not a very big blanket, is the thing.
It won't quite fit around two sets of shoulders, not comfortably, so now here they are, huddled in the corner, and Levi's master is settled in his lap.
It's warmer than he ever dared imagine. Even with the chill air nipping at his nose and his exposed cheekbones, his face feels too hot. He's sure he's had dreams that start this way, only in the dreams, Yona leans down to kiss him, and then –
Above him, Yona makes a small sound, and Leviathan goes stock still.
"Master?" says Levi, softly.
Yona doesn't answer. She shifts again, instead – curls in a little, to burrow her face against his collar bone. When he glances down, startled, her face is peaceful in sleep, hair soft and rumpled, an artless halo of red.
Leviathan hesitates for just a moment. Then he puts an arm around her, careful, and leans back against the wall to ease her into a more comfortable position.
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Ozy/Requiem
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"Consider yourself the most fortunate among the fortunate," says Ozymandius, and his voice booms through the cabin and rebounds off the walls.
"Oh, yeah?" says Requiem. She's curled against his side, arms looped casually around his waist. The blanket is wound around the both of them like a burrito. "Why's that?"
"My warmth cannot be matched," says Ozymandius. "The universe has never before conceived one better at warming blankets than I. Suns tremble before me and bow in awe of my heat."
Requiem snickers and nudges him in the side. "Slow down there, your godliness. You know the sun burns me, right?"
Ozymandias cranes his neck a little, to look down at her. "Not I," says Ozymandius. "I am king of kings and gentlest of suns. My warmth will keep at bay the deepest of blizzards. While all the world freezes, you shall remain in comfort!"
"Sounds pretty stronkin' good to me," says Requiem, and snuggles in against her own personal sun.
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B/C
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"I'm thinking colored smoke bombs. Flashy costumes. Maybe fireworks."
"Fancy," B remarks, idly. "Got a date picked out?"
C waves a hand back and forth, dismissive. The action shifts the blanket and lets some of the cold air in, and B plucks at it with his fingers, pulling it close again.
"Whenever my schedule permits, I suppose," says C, airy and aloof. "You can't imagine how busy it is, trying to be God."
B makes a snort that's kind of a laugh. He presses his cheek against C's shoulder. "Sounds like you've got an opening for an admin. I could do your calendar for you."
"Neeheehee," giggles C. "I've got you pencilled in for another part, I'm afraid. The extravaganza will almost certainly need a damsel in distress."
B pulls back just far enough to fix him with a stare. It's a dark stare, filled with menace. His eyes glimmer with the threat of violence, or at least with the threat of stealing the blanket.
"It's a very comfortable kidnapping spot," C assures him, all in a rush. "Plush chair, no teetering towers. It's practically a dream holiday destination."
B regards him for another few seconds before he thaws, relaxing back against C's shoulder.
"I want a cute dress," he says.
"Done," says C. "After all, why damsel if you can't damsel in style?"
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D.Va/Griffin
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Griffin's bright red, and he's getting redder.
If D.Va didn't know better, she'd think it was from having been out in the cold for so long – but no, they've definitely been snuggled up long enough that he ought to be back to normal. He's just plain blushing.
It's really cute.
"I'm a lot warmer now," says D.Va, and she leans in when she says it, so that he can probably feel her breath on the shell of his ear. "Thank you."
"It's fine," says Griffin, and his voice is a pitch higher than usual. He squirms a little. One of his hands is gripping his knee. "It only makes sense, right? One blanket, just the two of us."
"It's almost romantic," says Dva. "The empty cabin, the snow outside the window. No one here but the two of us…"
Her hand slides over the top of his, then drifts higher up his thigh.
Griffin squeaks and jerks like he's been electrocuted. "D.Va?!"
"You know," says D.Va, "the blanket would cover more of us if you just lay down on top of me."
Griffin's still sputtering when she takes him gently by the lapels of his elaborate military style coat and tugs him firmly down to the floor.
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WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER
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Nitroglycerin
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Entire Unit
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