I am shameless, and so is Erika
anonymous
March 14 2010, 04:50:28 UTC
And neither of these two get enough love. Requesting some Dotachin/Walker, please! (Or Walker/Dotachin is fine too, I don't care which.)
Scenario being that the Otaku Van Gang is AT A CONVENTION! In cosplay, of course. And Erika is definitely the type who would ask her friends to pose for photos in, uh, interesting ways. Dotachin is not very compliant, but Walker seems to have absolutely no problem getting in questionable positions with any of them.
Somehow this leads to the two of them having cosplay sex back at the hotel room while the other two are off... doing something else, idk.
BONUS POINTS IF: *you don't forget that Togusa is there at the con sob he does not get enough love either *They, or at least Walker, try to stay "in character" while having sex. *If/when not in character, Walker keeps calling him "Kadota-san." Yes, even during sex. *It doesn't just come out of nowhere, but Walker (and Erika too, if you like) have been flirting with Dotachin for a while. *Erika has totally been shipping them this whole time. *Erika is crossplaying SHE SEEMS LIKE SHE WOULD
The group's cosplay can be ANYTHING YOU LIKE, I don't care. c:
Is this okay? I can't write them for crap. :( 1/3
anonymous
March 21 2010, 10:56:46 UTC
“No.”
“Aw, please, Dotachin? It’s nothing bad! Really!~” Erika scrutinized him up and down. “You look really nice in that tuxedo.”
“I told you to stop calling me that. And I’m not comfortable with being molested.”
“Bu-“
“In public.”
“Bu-“ That was Walker.
“Let alone by another man.”
“Aw, don’t be a party pooper!” she pouted. “We went this far to the convention and you don’t want to take a few pictures?”
“Listen, it’s not that, but…”
“Buuuuuuuuuuuut?” The both dragged on as they closed in on him. They were obviously intruding in his personal space or what was left of it. Kyohei couldn’t help but shiver and blush involuntarily.
He tried looking for help in Togusa. And that was entirely pointless since the latter was lying in a vegetative state at the feet of a Hijiribe Ruri cosplayer. He frowned. All the work in that he put into that Gundam armor was going to be stained with all that drool.
“L-look around us!” he hissed. Sure enough, the Tetris-Is-God stall that they were in was surrounded by a myriad of curious onlookers, mostly female and some loud man with horrific-looking sideburns who was screaming for someone named Miria.
Walker shrugged, his bloody conductor’s uniform a vivid clash against Erika’s bloated Pikachu costume.
“All the better, yes?” he smiled impishly.
“…What do you mean by that?”
“ClairexLadd! People support it! Do you want to ruin all these people’s dreams?!” Erika shrieked and gestured at the people with their camera phones at the ready. They probably didn’t care about Lua or Chane in that case.
Kyohei sputtered and dropped the plastic shotgun. Walker cheerfully picked it up while Erika sauntered to the older man and drew circles on his chest with her finger. Which was awkwardly disturbing considering that it seemed like a giant yellow rat was pawing at him and trying to seduce him.
“Aww~ Dotachin~”
“No. And stop calling me that.”
“Just do it!” Togusa yelled from his prone position on the floor. “They’ll probably shut up if you do!”
It was lost cause then. When Togusa of all people started screaming at that volume about anything other than his beloved van, he knew when to fold.
“…Fine,” Kyohei glowered.
“Yay!~” Erika continued, “I want to be in the picture too, Dotachin!~” She bounced and handed her phone to a random passerby.
“Please get our good sides!” she smiled.
Shizuo raised an eyebrow. Kyohei mirrored his expression before blushing starkly as Walker straddled his thighs. Erika followed suit with some handcuffs in her grasp.
*click*
About thirty minutes later, Kyohei was hard. He couldn’t help it. All of that close contact to his nether regions did things. Luckily, Erika’s fluffy costume was thick enough to not let her notice anything different, not that she didn’t easily see the obvious tent in his white pants anyway, and Walker was kind enough not to say anything with his fondling.
Although, the groping became more frequent. A particularly rough one made him shudder.
“W-Walker…”
*click*
And then several hundred other related noises blasted through the stall. Kyohei winced at the glare and quickly stood up, knocking over the both of them before sprinting toward the exit.
*click*
The other two pouted as their audience dispersed with murmurs of disappointment at how “Ladd” was still fully clothed.
“Hey.”
Erika turned to glance at Shizuo, who handed her phone back to her. He looked around surreptitiously before whispering, “Mind sending me the images?”
Is this okay? I can't write them for crap. :( 2/3
anonymous
March 21 2010, 10:59:56 UTC
No sooner had the majority of the visitors left was there a gigantic explosion that decimated roughly a quarter of the building. A vaguely gurgly “IIIIIIZAAAAAAAAYAAAAAAAAAA” was heard before dozens of vending machines flew into the air like a fountain. Of heavy machinery that was capable of both crushing and killing you.
They almost ran over a bespectacled schoolgirl with huge breasts because Erika and Walker were rocking the van too hard in their excitement.
Togusa was less than supportive the trip back. That was probably more due to the fact that that Ruri cosplayer turned out to be a male. Erika and Walker were cheering for that “bartender guy,” wherever he was.
And Kyohei was trying to will down his boner, but the jumps in the vehicle thanks to the bumps in the road chafed his crotch, which worsened his condition.
They ended up at the hotel room that they rented out for the night. They, meaning, Walker and Kyohei since Erika wanted to go out and collect the leftover rarities from the convention and Togusa wanted some sushi.
They had a vibrant conversation with each other prior to the split:
“I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
“’Kay~”
Kyohei was on his side on the mattress in his room, furiously masturbating. He panted roughly as he neared the edge, rubbing a thumb on the tip as his other hand pressed hard at the juncture between his ass and balls. He bit his lip as he felt himself getting close before-
“Hey, Kadota-san! Watch this!”
Oh, shit.
Apparently, in his rush, he forgot to lock the door.
Is this okay? I can't write them for crap. :( 3/3
anonymous
March 21 2010, 11:04:16 UTC
Blushing, he shouted, “Can’t you see I’m busy!? Out!” He tucked himself back in his pants with obvious discomfort before standing up and walking toward the empty doorway.
Kyohei blinked.
He gave a start when his arms were pulled back and then he tripped onto the floor. There was an unmistakable click of handcuffs on his wrists before he flipped himself over to glare at Walker.
With his reddened uniform and blood-spattered face, he looked… creepy for a lack of better terms.
“What the hell are you doing?” Kyohei choked. Walker smirked before he pulled the older male to his feet before flinging him onto the bed. Surprisingly, he was somewhat stronger than he looked.
“Walker! What-“ Kyohei yelled again before having a grip on his head force it back downward. He tried getting up again but was subdued in the same manner.
And then he felt the barrel of a gun pushed against the back of his head.
“So how is it?” Walker drawled. “Brilliant. Isn’t it? Nothing can stop me. Not even you.”
Kyohei shook. “W-Walker…?”
“I don’t think you know who you’re talking to.” Walker breathed near his ear. “Perhaps I should…” The gun cocked. “…enlighten you considering what you’ve done.”
He froze.
Only Kyohei’s fearful breathing was heard as several tense minutes passed by.
“Walker… What…” he began.
“Phew! That was hard!” the younger male exclaimed.
“…”
“So how was it, Kadota-san?” he beamed, shouldering the plastic shotgun. Kyohei stared nervously.
Walker probably didn’t notice the trauma that he had just caused, so he started rambling. “Was that a pretty good Claire? I’ve been practicing, see? Ahh, it took a lot of work and I didn’t really want to try it like this, but I’ve read some other books about assassins and other stuff and-hey, Kadota-san. What’s wrong with you?”
Kyohei was sweaty and shaking. Why the hell am I still hard?! He shrieked to himself as he tried to regain his composure.
“Walker,” he croaked then frowned at how he sounded. “I don’t recall him ever using handcuffs in this manner.”
“Oh, I know!” he said flippantly. “You’re just too strong for me to deal with, so I had to try something else!”
Kyohei frowned even more at that. “Then unlock this.”
“Okay!” he saluted as he stretched over Kyohei to reach for the case on one of the drawers. “Now, the key should be right-whoa!” He slipped and fell. Hips clashed as Walker met Kyohei’s boner.
Walker stroked his chin and took on a thinking pose. “Hmm! I think I can help you with that!”
Kyohei didn’t have time to say anything before his protests were muffled by Walker’s mouth. The younger male ground against his cock, which was straining at the fabric, as he stayed stock still. He was already on edge and that sudden pressure didn’t help. Kyohei groaned as the stain on his pants grew while Walker continued his ministrations.
It was getting hard to breathe before Walker finally dislodged his lips. His hips, however, didn’t stop moving and Kyohei had trouble keeping his voice down. The firm pressure on his already sensitive cock, the wrinkles of the cloth sliding against it, and Walker’s own erection pressing hard against his own were too much to bear.
He moaned and frantically thrust his hips against the younger male’s.
“Kadota-san!” Walker exclaimed in surprise.
“Shut up… and just move.”
“Okay!~” And then it intensified when Walker unzipped their pants and wrapped his hands around their cocks, stroking them with fervor.
He was close to orgasm as Walker slid against a particularly sensitive part of his thigh before he arched his back and made a shuddering groan, covering Walker’s hands with semen. The other male wasn’t far since after a few strokes, he sighed as he did the same.
Kyohei slumped back onto the mattress, panting, with Walker splayed on him.
*click*
He blinked. That sound…
Fairly worn out, he raised his head slightly and managed a glance at the door. Erika was there with her phone.
She grinned and waved at them. He started to wave back before he came to his senses.
Uh, not sure about the other prompt. Busy with work and other stuff, so I'd prefer not to agree to something I might not finish. Makes me feel bad to do that.
I can try it if/once I get inspired again though. :)
Oh, no pressure at all! <3 I'm really happy you wrote this fic and I really really appreciate it. Only write the other one if you feel like it and have the time. :)
Scenario being that the Otaku Van Gang is AT A CONVENTION! In cosplay, of course. And Erika is definitely the type who would ask her friends to pose for photos in, uh, interesting ways. Dotachin is not very compliant, but Walker seems to have absolutely no problem getting in questionable positions with any of them.
Somehow this leads to the two of them having cosplay sex back at the hotel room while the other two are off... doing something else, idk.
BONUS POINTS IF:
*you don't forget that Togusa is there at the con sob he does not get enough love either
*They, or at least Walker, try to stay "in character" while having sex.
*If/when not in character, Walker keeps calling him "Kadota-san." Yes, even during sex.
*It doesn't just come out of nowhere, but Walker (and Erika too, if you like) have been flirting with Dotachin for a while.
*Erika has totally been shipping them this whole time.
*Erika is crossplaying SHE SEEMS LIKE SHE WOULD
The group's cosplay can be ANYTHING YOU LIKE, I don't care. c:
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After I mentioned a Dotachin/Walker pairing in one of my fills, I craved them so bad. fffuuuuuuuuuuuu
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OH, SHIT! I'VE BEEN CAUGHT. ;_;
Yeah, that's it. And me. <3
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And yes, I did approve of that mention. A lot. Walker does indeed seem like the type to be all "I ship us!"
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“Aw, please, Dotachin? It’s nothing bad! Really!~” Erika scrutinized him up and down. “You look really nice in that tuxedo.”
“I told you to stop calling me that. And I’m not comfortable with being molested.”
“Bu-“
“In public.”
“Bu-“ That was Walker.
“Let alone by another man.”
“Aw, don’t be a party pooper!” she pouted. “We went this far to the convention and you don’t want to take a few pictures?”
“Listen, it’s not that, but…”
“Buuuuuuuuuuuut?” The both dragged on as they closed in on him. They were obviously intruding in his personal space or what was left of it. Kyohei couldn’t help but shiver and blush involuntarily.
He tried looking for help in Togusa. And that was entirely pointless since the latter was lying in a vegetative state at the feet of a Hijiribe Ruri cosplayer. He frowned. All the work in that he put into that Gundam armor was going to be stained with all that drool.
“L-look around us!” he hissed. Sure enough, the Tetris-Is-God stall that they were in was surrounded by a myriad of curious onlookers, mostly female and some loud man with horrific-looking sideburns who was screaming for someone named Miria.
Walker shrugged, his bloody conductor’s uniform a vivid clash against Erika’s bloated Pikachu costume.
“All the better, yes?” he smiled impishly.
“…What do you mean by that?”
“ClairexLadd! People support it! Do you want to ruin all these people’s dreams?!” Erika shrieked and gestured at the people with their camera phones at the ready. They probably didn’t care about Lua or Chane in that case.
Kyohei sputtered and dropped the plastic shotgun. Walker cheerfully picked it up while Erika sauntered to the older man and drew circles on his chest with her finger. Which was awkwardly disturbing considering that it seemed like a giant yellow rat was pawing at him and trying to seduce him.
“Aww~ Dotachin~”
“No. And stop calling me that.”
“Just do it!” Togusa yelled from his prone position on the floor. “They’ll probably shut up if you do!”
It was lost cause then. When Togusa of all people started screaming at that volume about anything other than his beloved van, he knew when to fold.
“…Fine,” Kyohei glowered.
“Yay!~” Erika continued, “I want to be in the picture too, Dotachin!~” She bounced and handed her phone to a random passerby.
“Please get our good sides!” she smiled.
Shizuo raised an eyebrow. Kyohei mirrored his expression before blushing starkly as Walker straddled his thighs. Erika followed suit with some handcuffs in her grasp.
*click*
About thirty minutes later, Kyohei was hard. He couldn’t help it. All of that close contact to his nether regions did things. Luckily, Erika’s fluffy costume was thick enough to not let her notice anything different, not that she didn’t easily see the obvious tent in his white pants anyway, and Walker was kind enough not to say anything with his fondling.
Although, the groping became more frequent. A particularly rough one made him shudder.
“W-Walker…”
*click*
And then several hundred other related noises blasted through the stall. Kyohei winced at the glare and quickly stood up, knocking over the both of them before sprinting toward the exit.
*click*
The other two pouted as their audience dispersed with murmurs of disappointment at how “Ladd” was still fully clothed.
“Hey.”
Erika turned to glance at Shizuo, who handed her phone back to her. He looked around surreptitiously before whispering, “Mind sending me the images?”
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They almost ran over a bespectacled schoolgirl with huge breasts because Erika and Walker were rocking the van too hard in their excitement.
Togusa was less than supportive the trip back. That was probably more due to the fact that that Ruri cosplayer turned out to be a male. Erika and Walker were cheering for that “bartender guy,” wherever he was.
And Kyohei was trying to will down his boner, but the jumps in the vehicle thanks to the bumps in the road chafed his crotch, which worsened his condition.
They ended up at the hotel room that they rented out for the night. They, meaning, Walker and Kyohei since Erika wanted to go out and collect the leftover rarities from the convention and Togusa wanted some sushi.
They had a vibrant conversation with each other prior to the split:
“I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
“’Kay~”
Kyohei was on his side on the mattress in his room, furiously masturbating. He panted roughly as he neared the edge, rubbing a thumb on the tip as his other hand pressed hard at the juncture between his ass and balls. He bit his lip as he felt himself getting close before-
“Hey, Kadota-san! Watch this!”
Oh, shit.
Apparently, in his rush, he forgot to lock the door.
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Kyohei blinked.
He gave a start when his arms were pulled back and then he tripped onto the floor. There was an unmistakable click of handcuffs on his wrists before he flipped himself over to glare at Walker.
With his reddened uniform and blood-spattered face, he looked… creepy for a lack of better terms.
“What the hell are you doing?” Kyohei choked. Walker smirked before he pulled the older male to his feet before flinging him onto the bed. Surprisingly, he was somewhat stronger than he looked.
“Walker! What-“ Kyohei yelled again before having a grip on his head force it back downward. He tried getting up again but was subdued in the same manner.
And then he felt the barrel of a gun pushed against the back of his head.
“So how is it?” Walker drawled. “Brilliant. Isn’t it? Nothing can stop me. Not even you.”
Kyohei shook. “W-Walker…?”
“I don’t think you know who you’re talking to.” Walker breathed near his ear. “Perhaps I should…” The gun cocked. “…enlighten you considering what you’ve done.”
He froze.
Only Kyohei’s fearful breathing was heard as several tense minutes passed by.
“Walker… What…” he began.
“Phew! That was hard!” the younger male exclaimed.
“…”
“So how was it, Kadota-san?” he beamed, shouldering the plastic shotgun. Kyohei stared nervously.
Walker probably didn’t notice the trauma that he had just caused, so he started rambling. “Was that a pretty good Claire? I’ve been practicing, see? Ahh, it took a lot of work and I didn’t really want to try it like this, but I’ve read some other books about assassins and other stuff and-hey, Kadota-san. What’s wrong with you?”
Kyohei was sweaty and shaking. Why the hell am I still hard?! He shrieked to himself as he tried to regain his composure.
“Walker,” he croaked then frowned at how he sounded. “I don’t recall him ever using handcuffs in this manner.”
“Oh, I know!” he said flippantly. “You’re just too strong for me to deal with, so I had to try something else!”
Kyohei frowned even more at that. “Then unlock this.”
“Okay!” he saluted as he stretched over Kyohei to reach for the case on one of the drawers. “Now, the key should be right-whoa!” He slipped and fell. Hips clashed as Walker met Kyohei’s boner.
Shit. He blushed. Again.
“Hey, Kadota-san.”
“…”
“Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadota-saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan~”
“…What now?”
“You didn’t finish?”
“…What?”
Walker stroked his chin and took on a thinking pose. “Hmm! I think I can help you with that!”
Kyohei didn’t have time to say anything before his protests were muffled by Walker’s mouth. The younger male ground against his cock, which was straining at the fabric, as he stayed stock still. He was already on edge and that sudden pressure didn’t help. Kyohei groaned as the stain on his pants grew while Walker continued his ministrations.
It was getting hard to breathe before Walker finally dislodged his lips. His hips, however, didn’t stop moving and Kyohei had trouble keeping his voice down. The firm pressure on his already sensitive cock, the wrinkles of the cloth sliding against it, and Walker’s own erection pressing hard against his own were too much to bear.
He moaned and frantically thrust his hips against the younger male’s.
“Kadota-san!” Walker exclaimed in surprise.
“Shut up… and just move.”
“Okay!~” And then it intensified when Walker unzipped their pants and wrapped his hands around their cocks, stroking them with fervor.
He was close to orgasm as Walker slid against a particularly sensitive part of his thigh before he arched his back and made a shuddering groan, covering Walker’s hands with semen. The other male wasn’t far since after a few strokes, he sighed as he did the same.
Kyohei slumped back onto the mattress, panting, with Walker splayed on him.
*click*
He blinked. That sound…
Fairly worn out, he raised his head slightly and managed a glance at the door. Erika was there with her phone.
She grinned and waved at them. He started to wave back before he came to his senses.
At that point, she ran.
“GET BACK HERE!!”
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Not the OP, but GOD I WANTED THIS FIC LIKE BURNING. And you did such a fantastic job!!! It was funny and awesome and sexy. :'D SO MUCH LOVE.
(A-any chance you might fill another Van Gang request? ;; You write them so well!)
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Uh, not sure about the other prompt. Busy with work and other stuff, so I'd prefer not to agree to something I might not finish. Makes me feel bad to do that.
I can try it if/once I get inspired again though. :)
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By the way, are you the one who thirded this request? If so, your crack Justice League fill is beyond amazing.
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