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Reese’s Borwnie Ice Cream Cake

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 “Family is everything, don’t forget that.”

He moved around behind Sei's chair and clasped his hands onto Sei's shoulders, giving them a light-reassuring squeeze. Well it wasn't light with his strength but his open palmed hands and lack of digging-in with his nails mean he could let Sei perceive it as 'light'. He always meant it to hurt; but he always wanted to make Sei think otherwise. That he was just a big guy who didn't know his own strength. He sighed happily. Closing his eyes he let out a breath. "It's nice here.." He mused out loud in a quiet mutter

"Back at my home before here it was very heartless.. No toys like here.. No love." He looked at the toys surrounding them, though of course he didn't actually have any real memories of his last home. Whether it was good or bad was irregardless to him; if it was especially important to him he would have held onto the memories, but he didn't so it didn't matter. He leaned over slightly to look down at Sei from a closer perspective. "Family is everything, don't forget that. Sei... You're my family."

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Feeling the fingers in his hair again, he attempted to swat the other away much like an annoying fly but was met with empty air. Cool agitation coiled in his chest and became mirrored in his facial expressions. Much like a petulant child Trip always seemed to want to test the limits Virus so carefully put in front of him which endlessly served to infuriate him. He turned a blind eye to this small intrusion of personal space and let the other get away with it for now. “You don’t need to ask me, you can entertain yourself.”

His eyes drifted back to the other and he let out a puffed pouting mumble "It's boring on my own." He really didn't like having to thing of things to do by himself. he preferred the subtle surprise of having Virus pick. Or perhaps he was just unoriginal. He flicked his finger out on the table swatting a pen on the table so it rolled. He rolled his feet so he swayed where he stood and continued to stare aimlessly at the table keeping a pout.

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The sudden touch surprised him, casting his attention from the papers and to the bottled blond and his intruding hands. Virus’s usual, rather bored expression dipped into a small frown as he swatted Trip’s hand away.

"Don’t you have anything better to do?"

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“Prison? Occupational hazard.”

He turned back slightly so his head could peer over his shoulder but still kept his back to him. He let out a hummed 'hmph' to Sly in a teasing playful tone; completely contrasting he anger swelling at the top-front of his head just from hearing it. He wanted Sly to do better than that. He wanted him to let loose more - to not even care about the possibility of prison and just join him in doing whatever Trip felt like at the moment.

He cocked his head closing his eyes and turned fully shoving his hands sloppily in his pocket. "we won't get caught... This place doesn't even have a CCTV camera.." He shrugged his shoulders back to the window he cad crooked open and slowly dragged his feet, moving closer to Sly; closing the gap. He blinked his eyes and raised his eyebrows looking down into Sly's eyes with a begging expression.

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He added a force down on Aoba's jaw to keep his shaking head in place. He tilted a command to Welter as soon as he noticed Aoba's eyes on him. Pretending as if it were some form of kindness to Aoba, he had Welter move closer. Welter's paw placed itself onto Aoba's chest and kept him down without much issue. Welter then licked at Aoba's cheek for him with his rough tongue. Trip moved his hand to pull open Aoba's eyelid forcefully so he could smile into Aoba's eyes. His hands moved to pull up Aoba's hips so to angle himself right; keeping the same slow, dry, and agonizing pace he had. Keeping the angle only close enough to hit that spot he was all too familiar with. He watched Aoba's reactions with a distant expression. "Ao~ba, you're such a bad animal, you're supposed to be enjoying yourself with me, not Welter... But look at you." He added an extra hum of lust behind the end of his speech just to add to the debauchery. He really loved how easy Aoba could make it; how Aoba would highlight and draw attention to exactly what he didn't want to happen so Trip could make it happen. 

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“No more… I can’t… I can’t take any more…”

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"Hm." He grunted out a reply as he let his hand drop after the rejection, looking at Virus but avoiding eye contact. "No." He replied again after a pause dropping the very small stack of paperwork neatly on his desk in front of him. On top of Virus' own work. As soon as he did it he cancelled out his silent agreement to comply with Virus' wishes and raised his other hand to fiddle with his hair again for a split second; taking it away again before he could suffer rejection. His head turned down to the records he'd signed. Mediocre work. He was bored now. He was bored doing it but he was even more bored without something to do. "What now."

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The sudden touch surprised him, casting his attention from the papers and to the bottled blond and his intruding hands. Virus’s usual, rather bored expression dipped into a small frown as he swatted Trip’s hand away.

"Don’t you have anything better to do?"

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who even eats ice cream like that

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Crime themed starter sentences

Includes drug and violence tw, a mix of which muse is the criminal, if not both.

“Your mother would be ashamed of you.”

“C’mon, the cops are stupid, they’ll never catch us.”

“The car’s a piece of junk anyway, they’re not gonna miss it.”

“Carry on the way you’re going and you’re gonna end up in prison.”

“I’m not that much of a scumbag, I don’t steal from old ladies.”

“One last score, then we’re out of the game, what do you say?”

“I’m only doing this because I need to pay my dealer.”

“Prison? Occupational hazard.”

“They pissed me off, I made sure they won’t be walking for a while, no biggie.”

“So you’re a drug runner or a drug dealer?”

“Prison ain’t too bad, you’ve got a bed and they feed you.”

“I get all tingly when you break into cars like that.”

“I do it for the thrill – and to fund my drug habit.”

“Did you kill him/her?”

“I never meant to hurt anyone!”

“I needed the money, what else could I do.”

“We grew up around criminals, of course we became them.”

“What kind of example are you setting for your kids?”

“I grew up, you probably should too.”

“He had it coming.”

“I just gave him his final warning.”

“I’m calling the cops!”

“I’m passionate about two things, bank robbery and you.”

“I’m a street rat, but I’m good at it.”

“Dealing in an alley, classy as ever.”

“If you don’t have my money, you know I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

“Bonny and Clyde made this look so much more glamorous.”

“One day we’ll be rich and we won’t have to do this anymore.”

“That’s not your wallet is it?”

“So I got in a fight, they owed me money.”

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S’mores Tart

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  “Ｉ  ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ  ｃａｒｉｎｇ  ａｂｏｕｔ  ｍｙｓｅｌｆ  ａ  ｌｏｎｇ  ｔｉｍｅ  ａｇｏ．”

This guy had a familiar feel to him. Had Aoba introduced them before? He didn't really pay attention to Aoba's other friends, but he was stuck with them now while making nice with Aoba; or rather taking any opportunity to be around him he found them 'partying'. To him it wasn't really a party, they didn't even have snacks. They were just loitering in numbers. He'd joined them with Virus when they bumped into their 'party' at one of the local bars. As soon as he'd noticed Clear and felt a strange familiarity he looked over to Virus at a distance to see if the other knew-

...Ugh. That wasn't fair. While Trip had been musing about it Virus had stolen some one-on-one conversation with Aoba. Not fair one bit. And how he didn't have anyone to answer it. This was boring. While the odd masked guy - oddly enough he didn't even register his mask until now it was his voice that seemed off - rambled on about butterflies or some shit he felt the only way to quell his boredom was to see what he could do to him. He leaned against the wall next to Clear. Very next to him: he was within his personal space. He peered down at him. "Hey, you seem like a kind sort.." He makes a dramatic pause; really he was just pinning pissed off eyes on Virus from the room, "I'm feeling awfully depressed.." Well that wasn't a huge lie.  “Ｉ  ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ  ｃａｒｉｎｇ  ａｂｏｕｔ  ｍｙｓｅｌｆ  ａ  ｌｏｎｇ  ｔｉｍｅ  ａｇｏ．” He looked to the floor, pulling his arms together to his chest. "Don't tell anyone, I don't want to upset the party, but I think I will take my life today."

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It took him a long while to decipher how he felt like it. Originally it panged his pride and he hated the idea of Sei taking advantage of him in return, but then he supposed he thought he was meant to feel that way; people always felt that way to him when he usurped them. He then felt a tingle or arousal from the idea of being dominated at all. But while his eyes closed to think about ti he came to a conclusion. He was proud. Sei was close. Sei was close to almost joining them, to being capable of such horrible things, his arousal resurfaced just at the idea of watching Sei use his powers to manipulate people, to break them in unimaginable ways and then bring them back together again just to start all over again. Sei could do that, how dramatic. And he was proud of himself - and to an extent Virus but he still savored the feelings for himself alone. Seeing their influence on him had worked so well, he could easily fall form here to be something great. 

With all these thoughts brushing his mind as he stared off - keeping his heartless 'hurt' emotion on his face - he barely had time to react. He decided to play it. He smiled, "Wow, Sei you're good at this game." He turned back to Sei and placed his hands over Sei's on his, gripping tightly simply because he could, holding them there, keeping hem on him. "Ok, let's play a brand new game," He leaned in and brushed his cheek against Seis as he whispered into his ear. It wasn't really whisper, it was loud, a speaking tone with the harsh pitch of a whisper. "In this game it's your turn to tell me what to do."

     Of course, the blond is experienced in how to manipulate and allure his playthings, to ensure they will elicit the reactions he desires. Quite aware of that, but Sei is no exception to the game no matter what, even when the rules changes everytime. Even when the eye contact is disengaged, his own gaze pursued them, roamed over the hardened face. He has seen this male grow and bud throughout the years, but he noticed each time, Trip grew more and more merciless, insatiable even. So, the words meant to hurt him, did their duty but Sei didn’t relent nor give up. Easily lured to continue to persist and demand, even if no definite or straight answer will be given. 

     Every part of him shuddered and ached with conflicted emotions though he tried to collect his thoughts. Putting to use of what he does know and have observed from Trip’s behavior over the years. This time openly challenged when accused he isn’t even trying, nor did he really want the blond to stay. ❝Wouldn’t that result in a punishment?❞ he said, testing the grounds they’re both on. Aware that if he does anything without permission or consent, or clear instructions, there will only be repercussions to endure. ❝Usually…you’d tell me to wait until I’m told to do something for you…and don’t you always like to think of new games each time? If I bore you…then you’ve run out of games for us to play…❞ Obvious risk his words were, but if they’re the only way to reach out, then so be it. This time both hands joined in the clutch along the male’s shirt. 

     ❝Unless this is the game itself, is it? Trip?❞ And Sei plays it by the rules all the time.

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Imagine Virus coming home drunk and horny late one night and throws himself at Trip. When they eventually get to the sex part, imagine Virus getting in a few thrusts before Trip feels Virus just collapse on top of him. He jerks his head up and sees Virus is just sleeping. He sighs because damn it now he's frustrated but then just carefully nudges Virus out of him and then pulls the blankets up. If one thing is worse than sexual frustration, it's waking up a sleeping Virus.

i never thought i’d say “poor trip” but omg poor trip. hopefully he gets to fuck virus’ hangover away in the morning

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I have no excuse for myself.

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"What did you just call me?"

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He was feeling particularly malicious this time. Sei was out again and wouldn’t return when he pulled at him for once. He stared down at the almost empty-corpse of Sei. Ignoring him when he was already in a foul mood and wanted to relieve that tension was a shitty thing to do. ＂Ｉｄｉｏｔ．＂ He moved to one of the few actual dolls Sei owned and picked it up. Trip smashed in the eyes with his thumbs and dropped it on the floor. He really hated Sei. He hated that Sei was so high up and untouchable, that he wasn’t allowed to just break that pretty face when he got bored. 

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While listening to Trip, he nervously chewed on the inside of his lip. Even if it was a bit embarrassing, those words sort of made sense. Besides he didn’t like acting like a child, since it wouldn’t get him anywhere. A tiny sigh escaped his lips, as he looked at Trip. “Alright fine.. You can pet me.”

Without a momentary delay he grabbed at Aoba's arms and pulled him over, reaching out and putting his hands on his hair; sticking his tongue out slightly. He treated him like an animal - he was an animal to him. He rubbed his thumb over the curve of his nose a few times before stroking back, and pushing over Aoba's hair forcing his fringe back, then rubbing the top of his head. He knew how sensation in his hair and ears could cause pain so as soon as he got his hands on him he increased his normal pressure to make sure it would hurt. "Ah, sorry!" Trip apologized as if it wasn't on purpose. Using one hand to manipulate the ears like a cat and the other to scratch under the back of his neck; like a cat. 

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