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indie jounouchi katsuya/joey wheeler -- selective -- written by Lissa

[gritrisen-blog]

“ if you could do me a big solid and not do anything that would be sublime " - Atem

    Irritation flashed across his face as he turned to look at the Pharaoh who stood beside him, the tips of his ears turning pink - and, slowly, the growing flush spread, darkening across his cheeks and spreading down his throat, as well. Not do anything? Just sit there, with his hands in his pockets, and not touch anything? Like a - a child? A kid who was too clumsy to go into the glass shop? A... buffoon?

     “An’ what’s that mean?” He was whining more than he liked, but - well. He couldn’t help it. “What’m I gonna do, eh? Break his fuckin’ fingers?”

   ( Actually... hm. That wasn’t a bad idea, now that he thought about it... )

    “ -- Why not?”

[gritrisen-blog]

Takumi: *offers one (1) braincell to the cause*

    Eat your heart out, Kaiba -- now he has TWO

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❛ make me scream, come on, let’s see if you can. ❜

     Make him scream?      Fuck. Jou would like nothing more. Maybe then, the vicious CEO would shut the fuck up, for once.  

     Though he seemed to just ignore Kaiba’s goading, and said nothing in response, Jou’s grip tightened. The fingers around his hip pressed into his flesh, bruising marble skin with an iron bite. In his hair, his fist shifted - jerking roughly on the chocolate tresses and dragging his head to the side. Even as he slammed himself deeper into him, harder against him - he bit his throat with vicious relish, suckling on the angry red mark he left behind. Cementing it there, a purpling stain upon his skin. 

     If Kaiba wanted to scream - Jou would make him scream. 

     His mouth trailed down his back and his shoulders, leaving love bites behind, breath cascading along his skin - hot and panting, heavy and hard, as he shifted his grip and shoved Kaiba harder against the wall, his forearm pressed against his broad shoulders. They hadn’t even made it to the bed. They rarely did. Neither one of them could behave long enough. Kaiba’s temper had always been so fucking quick. It seemed it wasn’t the only thing that was easy to unleash, Jou thought. 

      The hand at his hip slid forward, rough callouses scraping against Kaiba’s soft skin. He didn’t know why that surprised him, every time. He was all edges, sharp and barbed - it didn’t seem right that he be soft. Or warm, or pliant, or fuck, FUCK - 

     He wrapped his hand around Seto’s cock, biting into his shoulder and hissing something that sounded perhaps, PERHAPS, like his name. Or maybe it was a curse. A rough growl of hunger, appreciation, torn free by the heat around his shaft. He slammed himself against him harder, deeper, his hand pumping along Kaiba’s erection and pulling him closer. Faster. Harder. Fucking him - until he wasn’t. Stopping suddenly, buried inside of him, save for how his hips rocked teasingly -- slowly -- against his ass. 

     “ - beg me for it.” He hissed in his ear, teeth catching at his lobe. “C’mon, rich boy - admit you like this. Getting fucked like a dog...”     He grinned, a baring of his teeth that did not distance him from that mocking nickname. 

     “A fuckin’ desperate mess, up against he wall... Ask me nice. Maybe then, I’ll let you finish.”

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His face went from a bright pink to a deep red, and he could feel his stomach sinking. What would Jou think, seeing his dressed like this, with his hand fondling himself beneath lace undergarments? He stammers incoherently, trying to form an explanation, until Jou manages to get out a full sentence first. His hand has long since left the needy erection that strains through his panties, but he manages to squeak out the helpless, lame response of, "Y-- You th-think s-so... ?"

    Did he think so?    Fuck. Did he ever. 

    Jou swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing uncertainly in his throat as he stared at Yugi - unable, it seemed, to quite tear his eyes away. It was like a car crash, perhaps - you knew you shouldn’t look, but you couldn’t turn away. But... nothing about what he was seeing felt like a car crash. It felt like the first time you spot a girl’s bra strap, that little rush of excitement when you see their skirt fly up, or walk behind them on the stairs -- bad, very bad, you should not be excited about this, calm yourself down - 

     “ - Yeah.” He admitted, voice hoarse. Shifting where he stood, as if wiggling his hips would somehow help the tightness of his jeans. Or - the tightness in his jeans, pressing against the loose, well worn fabric, straining out -- 

     “Uh, but, uh -- I’ll -”

    What was wrong with him? Fuck.      He’d seen Yugi’s dick before. They’d watched so many video’s together - he.. he thought he’d gotten over it, to be honest. Over the pathetic way he’d challenged him into jerking off around him, an excuse to see his best friend’s cock that he hadn’t understood then -- 

     Maybe that was what was different, now. Understanding himself, and what he wanted -- 

    But this was still -- he hadn’t been invited -

     He licked his lips. Swallowed, again. And did not quite move toward the door fast enough to hide the appreciation that grew, even as the crimson colour of his cheeks and throat deepened further. 

    “I’ll...leave you to that- haha, unless y’need a hand- “

[ruadrisresources]

Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

[phantomemes]

sentences from the youtube series  ,  buzzfeed unsolved .  primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .

“ it doesn’t matter because you’re dead ”

“ it’s not impressive  ,  no one’s impressed ”

“ the spot of your death is now a lovely gift shop ”

“ as god as my witness  ,  he snapped him in half ”

“ i seriously want you to throw something right at my face ”

“ you can live in the cave ”

“ i’m a big fan of your name ”

“ the fact that you steal  ,  that’s really funny to me ”

“ that’s the greatest thing to steal  :  a man’s joy ”

“ because i’m a masochist ”

“ i’m going to regret this ”

“ i’ve lost the ability to feel ”

“ they’re gonna fucking murder you ”

“ the way you shushed me was quite rude ”

“ cowards  ,  all of you ”

“ i’m strange and off putting ”

“ i should not feel confident in the face of any man ”

“ here you are  ,  smiling in the face of the devil ”

“ i hate bats ”

“ bats sometimes carry rabies and that’s a thing i’m afraid of ”

“ not today devil birds  ,  not today ”

“ i think i’m blacking out right now ”

“ i don’t think i’m going to remember this moment ”

“ i think i’m gonna cry ”

“ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ”

“ if you know me and my debilitating fear of bears  ,  this is my worst nightmare ”

“ i’m standing on an altar alone ”

“ maybe you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and eat your cat ”

“ i’m so glad that’s over let’s go eat taco bell ”

“ were you making horse noises ? ”

“ in case any of you needed a reminder this place is a twisting nightmare ”

“ there’s a good chance i’m gonna fart in here ”

“ well this is horrifying ”

“ let’s do each other a favor and not show ourselves to each other ”

“ if you could do me a big solid and not do anything that would be sublime ”

“ this is just as horrifying as i thought it would be ”

“ you talk to hide from the silence ”

“ do i look like the kind of man who could give advice ? ”

“ several bad choices have lead me to this moment ”

“ let’s play look at the ceiling tiles !  1 , 2 , 3 , 4 … ”

“ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ”

“ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ”

“ if it sounds like a duck and walks like a duck ”

[austerre-moved]

                            he’s  starting  to  nod  off  in  his  chair,  despite  the  (  perhaps  UNHEALTHY  )  amount  of  coffee  he’d  all  but  forced  into  his  stomach.

[gritrisen-blog]

     Oh, this was TOO good -- Seto Kaiba, defenseless in a chair?       And -- were those markers, in that cup? 

                     ( should he draw a dick, or maybe some dumb whiskers..                        DECISIONS, DECISIONS -- ) 

[daily-pharaoh]

pharaoh search squad A

[jessicarabbit]

When you draw the wrong card….

[gritrisen-blog]

Stares at him like a deer caught in headlights from where he sits on his bed, clad in a complete school girl's uniform - panties included, it would seem, for he has his hand slipped down the front of them as he touches himself. Oh God.

     He probably should have knocked. Would have, maybe -- in another life, where knocking was a thing he did on a regular basis. As things stood, however, Jou never really made a habit of knocking, and least of all where Yugi was involved. They’d shared enough porn over the years for him to simply not care what the other might be doing -- and he spent more time sorting his cards than he did requiring any amount of privacy anyway. It just.... wasn’t something that occurred to him that he needed to do.

     Until, of course, it was. Hindsight, after all, was 20/20. 

     It wasn’t as if he didn’t know that it was Yugi. He recognized him, like he would his own reflection -- but still, he found himself staring, as if he didn’t know. As if that wasn’t Yugi’s face, his tiny body, just wearing an outfit that was wholly unfamiliar. Jou stood strangely still and oddly silent, trapped in his own confusion over seeing his best friend in such a state, struggling to link the Yugi that he knew with the Yugi that sat on his bed, his hand dipped down beneath the front of a pair of panties, a skirt hiked up around his hips.      He had never noticed, before - not really, not like this - how soft Yugi’s thighs seemed. How... dainty, he really was. Or, quite frankly, how... good, he would look in a skirt. Had never noticed, before just now, that he was... cute. 

     “Holy shit.”

     The hunger that burned in the back of his throat and the pit of his stomach was familiar, but wholly foreign as it focused upon someone he had never considered before. He knew he had to say something, and the embarrassment of it all should have kept him soft - but despite himself, Jou felt blood rushing away from his crimson face, stiffening a member that was hopefully trapped tight enough against his thigh by jean and cloth to not make everything worse. 

     “Uh...I... ah... tha’... I mean --” He fumbled over his words, forgetting not only how to speak, but why he was there at all. The cassette he held hung forgotten in his hands, and he swallowed hard -- as humiliated, he was sure, as Yugi was. Or...well. Maybe not as.    But fuck, it was pretty close.     “Ah brought your tape!” He blurted, FINALLY, hurling it too fast onto the dresser. “It’s, uh -- I’ll just -- “ He was sorry, he hadn’t meant to interrupt, he would leave immediately, he -- “Fuck, Yuug, you, uh... pull that off, don’tcha?”      Would say something stupid, as it turned out. Wow. 

[gritrisen-blog]

     What kind of person leaves a gift like that for someone?? It’s -- That’s not --      G E E Z E --

[littleyugi]

Jonouchi & Yugi + Half/Full Hugs

[mrn0093]

本田くんデュエルリンクス参戦おめでとう！

[yugioh-network]

Duel Art: Kazuki Takahashi Yu-Gi-Oh! Illustrations

The Gang

[cjs-scribbles]

Just a little bit of good ol’ wishshipping

[malik-ibn-ishtar]

golden boy

[avecsoif]

OK THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO STAY A SKETCH BC I SAW @cccvenusx POST AND I WENT IN LIKE 👀  Bih that’s Cute but………..would u believe me if i told you i colored this in two hours 

 dont tag as me/etc mwah!

UPDATED IT BC IM STUPID AND CAN’T DO BASIC MATHS