Fanmail the Fifteenth

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[ Fanmail will be found in big boxes full of letters in the lobby, to be easily found by anyone who's walking by if the box isn't pulled quick enough. 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

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Extra Parts

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D.Va/King

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King's the first.

She's not planning to use them or anything; they just kind of pop out, while they're in the middle of making out.

It's not like he's never seen them before, but all the same, when she opens her eyes and leans back from the kiss to see what's caused him to slow down, he's staring.

They're easy to stare at. They're pink and blue, slick masses of pure muscle. They're impressively large, and they're got a mind of their own, and there's four of them.

D.Va finds herself blushing. "They kinda do their own thing," she says, and tries to will them back inside, to dubious success.

King reaches out a hand, curious, to stroke along the surface of one. "You don't control them?"

D.Va shudders at the gentle touch. "Sometimes?" she says. "Sort of. But mostly they –"

King hasn't stopped stroking, and it's very distracting. Her words trail off into silence, and she shudders again, hard.

"Can you feel that?" he asks, like it isn't obvious already.

D.Va opens her mouth to reply, but what comes out instead is a moan, because his forefinger has discovered the tip, and he's rubbing over it, back and forth, leaning forward as though fascinated by the way the surface ripples.

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D.Va/Lucifel

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Lucifel's an accident.

She doesn't even mean for him to see them.

It's just, the live is for a checkup, and she's still recovering from that last game. She doesn't think anything of it when he asks, in his soft voice, if he can check to make sure the wounds are clean before he heals them.

He rolls her shirt up, to peer at her back. He swabs the injuries out with great care. He sets a hand on her and coaxes the wounds closed with magic.

Then he says, "Ah," and she hears him take a startled breath in.

The tentacles have snaked around his waist before she's aware of what they're trying to do. His eyes are very wide, and his cheeks are tinged a delicate pink.

She's aware of the tips of the tentacles trailing slowly over the soft skin of his abdomen, because she can feel it.

"They're awfully forward," manages Lucifel.

He doesn't look displeased. He looks like he's considering them, eyes half-lidded. He licks at his lips, a flash of pink tongue.

"I could be forward, too," says D.Va, all in a rush. "If you wanted."

The tentacle trails lower, and both of them freeze at the same moment, shivering with pleasure as it finds the place where Lucifel is tenting his skirt and begins to rub.

"Yes," says Lucifel, and licks at his lips again. "I think I'd like that."

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D.Va/Hurricane

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Hurricane is bright red.

The flush darkens his cheeks and extends to his ears. He's looking determinedly everywhere but at her.

"Sorry, dude," he manages, with difficulty, and makes to back out of the room. "I, uh. I didn't know you were busy."

Busy is one way to put it.

D.Va's naked from the waist down, spread out on HSS's couch, and there's a tentacle buried in her, deep and slick, a constant, roiling rhythm that makes her gasp with pleasure.

She wants to be embarrassed. Really she does.

But the tentacle inside her squirms, and she cries out, back arching, toes curling, and forgets all about shame. The other tentacle, one of the ones that's not busy, has reached out to wind its way around Hurricane's ankle, stopping his retreat.

He face goes even redder. "Uh," he manages.

D.Va bites her lip, to try and pull herself together. She levers herself up on one elbow. She doesn't always agree with what the extra appendages in her back get up to, but honestly – honestly, this doesn't seem like all that bad a call.

"Hey," she says. "C'mere."

Hurricane's eyes are so wide it's almost comical. "What?"

"C'mere," says D.Va again. "Why don't you – why don't you hang out a while?"

The tentacle starts to tug, reeling him in.

He hesitates for a long couple of seconds – glances her way, and flushes deeper red, and glances away again. When he swallows, it's audible in the quiet of the room, the only sound besides the soft sclick of the tentacle inside her.

The tentacle tugs at him again, and this time, he lets himself be led.

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D.Va/Kaguya

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Kaguya's a screamer.

D.Va never would have guessed.

The girl's quiet, usually, but not like this – not when she's lying, sweaty and rumpled, in the middle of a pile of thoroughly disheveled blankets.

Every time a tentacle slides into her, it makes a soft, wet squelching sound. Every time it comes free, she makes a soft, breathy little whine, like she's begging for it to come back.

D.Va can't help her. She's been out of control for the better part of half an hour, lost and dazed and honestly, at this point, just along for the ride. The sounds she's making are twice again as loud as Kaguya. She can't help it; the tentacle's surrounded with warmth and wet, and her own fingers are between her legs, working at her clit, and her mind's going blank with the pleasure.

Between the two of them, it's a miracle no one's burst in yet to see whether they're being murdered.

Beside her, Kaguya convulses and wails – reaches out, with shaky fingers, to haul D.Va in for a kiss.

That quiets them down, at least; when D.Va moans again, shaky and long-drawn, it's muffled by the soft press of Kaguya's lips against her own.

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Intensity/D.Va

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Intensity makes it a game, because of course he does.

She shouldn't be surprised that he's got a steel exam table in his laboratory, but there it is, sleek and clinical and shining.

He wants her to lay face down on it.

She tells him he's out of his goddamn mind and doesn't move until he puts down a blanket to keep her boobs from getting squished against the cold metal. It ruins the aesthetic a little, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made.

"All right," says Intensity, and sets a hand on the flat of her back when she's settled. "Experiment one. What does it take to draw them out?"

"You kidding?" says D.Va, "All you've got to do is –"

Then she shuts up because he's snapping on a latex glove, and tracing the tip of his finger along the exposed lips of her labia, and she shudders and just enjoys it.

The tentacles are out before a full minute is up, twitching and undulating.

"Arousal," Intensity notes, sounding satisfied. "Next we'll test sensitivity levels."

He knows damn well they're sensitive.

He knows damn well, but he lays his tools out side by side in a row, like surgical implements: a feather, and a strip of cashmere, and a toothbrush.

D.Va shifts on the steel workbench, already flooded with the heat of anticipation.

"Here's to science," she says, and spreads her legs a little further.

"To science," says Intensity, with a small smile, and plucks up the feather in his gloved hand.