#blamepause

[fanfictionolivia]

fanfiction :: can't see past our sad stories :: blamepause

[fanfictionolivia]

fanfiction :: powered up :: blamepause

so, i had prompt swap and my person was ladiesofthrones. and i already posted this to the mindcrack salad site but, fuck, i really liked it. so im posting it here!

the prompt was mindcrackers + super powers, and im all about that. it’s closer to street level than real big heroes.

nsfw! fighting and hatesex.

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It was raining that night, water pouring from black clouds with the occasional crack of thunder which followed brilliant blue streaks of lightning. The lightning was the only light when he was that high up, jumping and hurling himself from slick rooftop to slick rooftop. It was far too late to care about trying to stay dry, water even dripped under his mask, getting caught in his eye lashes and dripping down his cheeks.

And, suddenly, the next building was too far to jump to. Blame stood, looking over at it and sighing, hand moving under his mask to rub rain water out of his eyes. He'd have to find another way to the next building, wishing he could fly like Doc or Etho could.

When he turned around to go down the fire escape that he had noticed on the other side of the building, he was not alone. Another flash of unnaturally bright blue lightning revealed feathers drooping down a sculpted face. His red warpaint streaked his face, down his face as if he was bleeding. Blame growled, hand reaching for the grip of his pistol, knuckles turning white as he held it tightly in his hand. He was prepared to draw at any moment. Another flash of lightning revealed a white teethed grin, closer to a snarl than a smile. Thunder boomed. "Bitsy! Long time no see!" "Pause. It has been a long time. Y'know, ever since you betrayed us." He couldn't see it very well, but Blame noticed the smirk falling off of the other man's face briefly. "I didn't 'betray' anyone. I chose the side that's going to win." He huffed, crossing his arms. BTC gave a sarcastic laugh, one that bubbled out of his throat before he could stop it. His grip tightened on his pistol even further, feeling the rough grip under his fingers. "I doubt that. Do they even think of you as a full member or are you just there to suck Rob's dick when his other harem members aren't satisfying him?" "...I'll be a Buffalo Wizard soon." Blame once again laughed, more bitter than sarcastic this time. "But you were a member of Mindcrack. We patrolled together sometimes." "Yeah, but we spent the whole time bickering." "No. You spent the whole time teasing me and being a dick." It was Pause's turn to laugh. "I'm done with that now." "You're right. Being a bad guy suits you much more than being a hero ever did." "We were never heroes. Not you or me at least." Blame's voice died in his throat, but Pause continued to speak. "How many people have you killed just tonight while on your patrol? For petty crimes too, like drugs or theft? You have no concern for human life, you just want to 'rid the streets of true evil' or whatever." "But, at the end of the day, good wins. With your Buffalo Wizards, the world will end in tragedy with Rob sitting on the throne." Neither of them spoke for a few moments, the sound of rain beating against the roof they stood atop. They stared at each other, eyes meeting where BTC's eyes would be in the darkness. Thunder boomed around them. And Blame moved, pulling his gun out and pointing it at Pause. It was fully loaded and he cocked it, firing a round at Pause. It left the gun in a flash of red energy, propelled by the power that thrummed inside of him. Pause was always faster than his bullets though and he dodged it, pulling out his sword. He leaped into the sky, lit up by lightning, and BTC blocked the sword with the steel of his gun. Sparks came off of as metal hit metal, and Blame pointed the gun at him again, firing off another round. Their fight moved like that for a few minutes, blocked swipe, ducked shots, before BTC figured that it wasn't working. He holstered his gun and sent a punch flying towards Pause's face. It caught him by surprise, landing on his face and causing him to grunt in pain. Pause did the same, punching him hard enough where his mask cracked. Like this, BTC figured out quickly that he was outmatched. He was fast but Pause, the world's fastest man, was much faster. For every punch that Blame landed, Pause seemed to land three or four more. A sharp jab to his still-masked face, a quick blow to his stomach that sent him reeling, a blow to his neck that made him cough. More lightning and Pause stopped suddenly, staring at him. Rain hit his now bare face as he removed the mask, staring at Pause with fury in his eyes. "...You're actually quite beautiful." Pause murmured suddenly, grinning when Blame's face flushed scarlet. Pause was suddenly so close that Blame could feel the heat of his breath against his lips, cut and dripping with blood from one of Pause's rings. The other man was leaning in more and, for a moment, BTC thought he was about to kiss him, lips parting slightly, the fuller bottom lip quivering. Instead, Pause chuckled. His tongue flicked at Blame's lip lightly, tasting the blood there. The saliva against his cut made him hiss softly, breath whistling through his clenched teeth. And, finally, Pause kissed him. BTC wished he could resist kissing back but he couldn't, hands tangling in dripping wet hair to deepen the kiss instantly, tongue pressing against Pause's lips insistently. He growled against Pause's lips when he tasted his own blood on the other man's tongue. "God damn, I hate you." Blame muttered bitterly, breaking the kiss briefly. Pause rested their foreheads together, searching BTC's dark brown eyes with his own lighter brown ones. "No you don't. You hate that I left." BTC surged forwards and kissed him again, all of his frustrations with the other man poured into the kiss. Their lips moved roughly against each other's, slicked with blood and saliva and rain water. With hands fisted in the front of his shirt, Pause pushed Blame back until he was against the door that led down into the building. Under the flickering, dying light, they could see each other much better. The armor that Blame wore over his shirt, painted with his logo, was heavy and huge compared to his rather small frame, though muscles shifted and rippled under his skin. He was fit and formidable, though he shivered in Pause's arms. He was boxed against slick bricks and Pause pressed a thigh between his legs, desperate for relief that couldn't be given so easily under layers and layers of armor and fabric. They moved together, grinding and panting and moaning, heat radiating from both of them. Blame was needy, keening and whimpering even, wanting bare skin contact that they just couldn't have. Below them, the city moved naturally under the rain. But, even with the honking of cars and squelching of tires, BTC could only focus on Pause. Pause, who was right in front of him. Pause, who he missed from their days patrolling together. Pause, who he hated as much as he loved. The thought of love made him feel weird. But this love wasn't the kind where you held hands as you walked down the streets or stared lovingly into each other's eyes over dinner. This love was one forged in alleys and on roof tops, where you knew that the other had your back and would stitch up the worst of your wounds when it was far too dangerous to go to a hospital. It wasn't love anymore, just the ghost of what it once was, manifested into the rutting and grinding that they had in that moment, weapons cast aside in favor of the drag of slick hips against thighs. "God, I can't believe what you do to me." Blame grunted, muffling his voice in Pause's shoulder. And Pause chuckled, hands coming up to tilt BTC's head up. "Me neither." His lips pressed against Blame's neck hungrily, kissing and sucking at wet skin. His hips lost their rhythm as he grew closer and closer to orgasm and, from the way BTC's breathing had shifted into something labored and huffy, he knew that Blame was as close as he was. "G-God...!" BTC grunted and that was it for him. With hips pushing, seeking more desperately, rutting up against Pause like an animal, he came in his pants with a loud moan that felt as if it echoed around the building. His cum was warm through the cold of the rain, almost hot against his clothed skin. Pause was right behind him, muffling his moans in BTC's neck as he also came in his pants. His kisses turned desperate and passionate against the sensitive skin of Blame's neck as he rode the other man's thigh throw orgasm, hips thrusting against him. "Fuck..." He growled, and BTC could feel his grin against his neck. Pause pulled back, tracing his fingers against BTC's flushed face. "You look cute when you cum, Bitsy. We should've done this sooner." BTC disagreed, feeling shame deep inside the pit of his stomach, gnawing at his insides. He worried his bottom lip, swollen and red, between his teeth, feeling naked without his mask. "Please, stay out of Buffalo Wizard business. I don't want you to get hurt." And the shame was gone suddenly, face becoming stony and serious. "I can't do that." The mask, cracked and damaged, was placed back over his face and he moved down the fire escape, turning his back on Pause. Thunder boomed once more and Pause sighed, watching as BTC climbed up the building next to him and ran off, leaping and jumping until he was out of view. He would have to fight Blame one day. And he wouldn't be able to refuse, wouldn't hold back. He would have to defeat BTC or even destroy him. BTC would understand... He wouldn't have a choice.

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yea i like this one

[fanfictionolivia]

Sex pollen, Blamepause

oooooooooooo you must know me well. 

this fucking ended up as a full fic, holy shit, whoops. 

nsfw, warning for consent issues.

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When Guude had asked someone to investigate a weird new flower he had found, BTC thought nothing of it when he volunteered. He didn’t even have much to say when Guude suggested someone go with him and Pause volunteered.

He didn’t think it’d be a big deal.

But it was.

He and Pause made their way to where Guude had seen the flower, curling up from where the pavement cracked at the creeper field. The flowers were small and pink with bright yellow centers. 

Blame thought they were rather pretty, though Pause just shifted his weight onto the other foot and laughed.

“Guude was scared by some little pink flowers?”

BTC rolled his eyes.

“We’ve never seen these before. At the very least, he’s discovered a brand new flower but, at the most, they could be poisonous.”

“So, he sent us to go get killed?” Pause grumbled, kicking up dirt.

“No, we volunteered to get killed.”

That got a laugh out of Pause, but, still, he stayed back as Blame got closer to the flowers. He poked them a bit, investigating the buds and the leaves.

“I don’t feel anything that could be poisonous and they don’t look like anything I’ve read about in field guides.” Blame murmured to himself, scratching his chin.

He got to his knees, bringing his face even closer to the flowers, and Pause chuckled.

“You look good on your knees, why don’t you put that position to good use?” He laughed, voice growing sultry.

What Pause didn’t see, however, was the sudden breeze of wind blowing pollen into Blame’s face. The effect the yellow spores had on him was almost instantaneous, eyes growing dilated and breathing growing heavier. Suddenly, to BTC, his clothing felt too restrictive and he practically tore his mask off, throwing it to the side.

“You want me to?” He murmured, voice growing sultry.

Pause looked taken aback, looking at Blame. The other man looked confused and worried, but aroused and confident at the same time. He opened his mouth to speak at the same time another gust of wind happened, blowing pollen towards him and into his open mouth.

Immediately, his eyes dilated, and he grinned widely. 

“I think I’ve got something better for us to do, Bitsy.”

Pause pulled BTC up before lowering him to the ground fully, laying on top of him and kissing him deeply. Blame kissed back, teeth nipping at Pause’s tongue, trying to roll them over. He succeeded at first, hips pressing insistently against Pause’s as he dominated the kiss, but Pause quickly rolled them over again.

They rolled around the field, flattening grass and other flowers in their play for dominance. Pause eventually won it with his superior size, pressing down on Blame and grinding against him. BTC admitted defeat with a roll of his hips upwards, hands grabbing at Pause’s shoulder to hold him close as opposed to roll him over.

It was frantic, rushed, hot, and confusing.

Under the influence of whatever substance that plant held, Blame’s movements felt sluggish and every touch Pause gave him felt like it was simultaneously too much and not enough.

Pause felt the same way, their entire time spent together coming in snapshots. Hips rolling together, jerking BTC’s hard cock, cum on his fingers, pushing those fingers into Blame’s mouth, hot tongue licking the cum off. He felt BTC’s moan before he heard it, vibrating against his fingers and sending a shock of arousal through him.

Blame’s mouth on him, hot and wet, sucking his cock quickly. He came deep into BTC’s throat but Blame kept sucking and Pause still needed more, still wanted more.

Everything took a backseat to their shared need to orgasm, Blame getting off by grinding against Pause’s thigh between his leg as he continued to suck on Pause’s cock.

BTC wasn’t sure how many times he came like that but, eventually, he was laying on his back as Pause slid his cock into him. 

Everything snapped forward, almost back to where it was supposed to be, the fog in Pause’s mind nearly gone as he slid into Blame’s tight heat. At some point, BTC had gotten his hole lubricated but Pause couldn’t remember if it was from actual lube or from his tongue against the other man’s hole.

“B-Bitsy...” Pause groaned, head clearing from the fog suddenly as he slid his cock fully into Blame.

“...Pause...W-What just happened?”

“I...don’t know...”

He bucked into the tight heat of Blame and they both moaned.

“...Do you want me to finish?”

Blame sighed.

“...Please do.”

He moved slowly, fucking in and out of BTC’s tight slick heat, hand on Blame’s cock, jerking him off in time with the thrusts. 

Under him, BTC writhed in the long grass, moaning softly. He had somehow lost all of his clothing along the way, though Pause doesn’t remember that happening.

It didn’t take either of them very long to finish, cumming simultaneously.

Pause collapsed next to Blame, looking up at the clouds above their heads.

“So...” He started.

“We’re not talking about this ever.” Blame finished for them, making a move to get up.

Once he failed that, he laid back down, crossing his arms and sighing.

“Alright, but I say we get rid of that flower...I mean...unless you want a repeat performance.”

BTC fixed him with a dirty look and Pause started to brainstorm ways to get rid of that flower.

And ways to get a repeat of their day without influence of strange pollen.

[fanfictionolivia]

fanfiction :: a game :: blamepause

-cracks knuckles- let's do this shit. said shit can either be seen as IRL (at a con) or in-universe, imagine whichever you like ehehe. also the game in the title is an actual game, not some sort of mind game ehehe.

(if you choose in-universe, he's wearing no mask and his punisher skin, with the shirt/jacket/pants)

nsfw. 

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BTC rarely spent time alone with Pause. He would say it wasn't by choice but it really was. He tried to surround himself with other people if he had to be near the other man.

But he couldn't always be so lucky.

Whenever he was alone with Pause, he always ended up in the awkward situation of not taking the jokes Pause made about him in such a humorous manner.

This usually ended up with him attacking and Pause holding him back, making some sort of remark about saving it for UHC, all with that infuriating little smirk on his face.

Usually it was about him as a person or his tactics in a fight. But not this time. This time, it had gone further than either of them had expected.

It started off so innocently. Pause had questioned his love life and BTC mentioned that it'd happen one day.

"Yeah, you'll find the right woman...or man someday."

"...Just woman."

Pause actually looked surprised.

"Wait, really?"

"...Yes really."

"Huh. Sorry, Bitsy."

"No need to be sorry."

Pause took a sip of the beer he was nursing, licking foam off of his lips. BTC didn't like the smirk that appeared on his mouth suddenly. The entire atmosphere around the pair shifted with just that smirk, and Blame frowned.

"...How do you know? I mean, have you ever been with a man before?"

"No, I haven't. I just know."

"Well aren't you even a little bit curious? C'mon, Bitsy, how could you resist someone like me?"

Pause smirked wider, flexing his arms. BTC rolled his eyes, though the blush that spread across his face made Pause's smirk widen even further.

"It's real easy to resist someone like you, Pause."

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

The charged comment floated between the pair of them for a moment, Blame's eyes sliding shut with a sigh. He opened them, staring into Pause's eyes, dark brown meeting dark brown.

He was going to take the bait, knowing fully well that it would be a bad idea.

"How?"

"We play a game. I'm going to touch you. If you get a boner, I win and get to do what I want."

"And if I don't?" BTC frowned.

"You will. But, if you don't, I leave."

Blame spoke before he really thought of it, jumping onto the challenge far too quickly. It was unusual of him but Pause always did this to him, he always found himself jumping on the bait.

"Deal."

And Pause was pulling him up from his seat with a smirk. 

The moment Pause grabbed him, holding him close, he knew how this was going to end. From the first kiss pressed to his neck, hot and open mouthed, he knew it was over.

Pause kissed a trail down his neck, hand tilting his chin up and out of the way. He managed to stifle the groan that came from his throat when Pause nipped him, chewing his lip to keep any noise back.

He tasted blood when Pause sucked at the side of his neck, biting his lip hard enough to bleed. 

Pause's hands moved down his body, running over his clothed chest and creeping up underneath his shirt. Fingers traced over jutting hipbones and muscle, and BTC could feel Pause's smirk against his neck when he jumped slightly.

"Ticklish, Bitsy?" He murmured into skin.

"...Just a little bit."

He knew Pause was saving that information for later but his hands withdrew from underneath Blame's shirt, moving down to grope at his ass.

BTC couldn't hold back the gasp as Pause squeezed handfuls of flesh, bringing him just a bit closer.

"I've decided what I'm going to make you do. Because I know that you're going to be hard when I check."

Pause's voice was hot and obscenely low in his ear, barely above a whisper as he continued to grope Blame's ass, and BTC could feel his cock start to harden in his pants.

He knew he had lost.

"You're going to ride me. As much as I like this ass of yours, I want you facing me so I can see your face as you take my dick. I want to see how hard you get from fucking yourself on my dick,"

Pause pulled him closer, hips meeting hips. Blame could feel how hard he was, how hard they both were, and he groaned.

"And you're going to look me in the eyes. You're going to know just who you're with the entire time."

"...Fuck you."

Pause's smirk widened and he pulled BTC even closer, kissing him hard. And he kissed back just as hard, tongues meeting messily, groaning when Pause's teeth nipped at the tip of his tongue.

Already brought close just from hands on his ass and filth in his ears, BTC pushed at Pause's clothes impatiently.

He frowned when Pause chuckled at him but stepped back to pull his own shirt off and toss it away, wanting more skin contact.

"Pants too."

He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down and sending them after his shirt.

"Underwear."

Gone.

"Socks."

Blame rolled his eyes but did what was asked, standing completely naked in front of Pause.

"You got more than a little hard, eh?"

He stood there, impatiently tapping his foot as Pause circled him. BTC jumped when Pause slapped his ass, groaned when he stroked his cock, bit his lip when fingers dragged over the mark on his neck.

And then Pause was undressing too, getting naked right in front of him. The size of Pause's cock made him a bit nervous, especially since he had never had anything inside him before. He didn't let that show on his face, however, remaining passive even as his heart began to race.

"You got any lube?"

"Bedroom." BTC said dryly, watching Pause go into his room and return moments later with a bottle of lube.

Pause sat back in on the couch he had been sitting in before this all began and patted his lap with a smirk. BTC frowned at him but straddled his lap anyways, knees coming up to rest on either side of Pause's thighs.

For once, Pause didn't say anything, just passed him the bottle with a smirk. He snatched it and squeezed some onto his fingers, knowing just what Pause wanted him to do.

"Slowly."

Blame rolled his eyes at Pause and slid a finger inside of himself. It was only a finger but he suddenly felt far too full, gasping and almost falling off of Pause's lap.

"What did I tell you?" He chuckled, hands steadying BTC with a firm grip on his hips.

He listened to Pause after that, sliding the finger around and gasping softly, the sharp pain he had felt melting away into nearly nothing.

He slid the next finger alongside the first, wrist starting to cramp up just slightly.

"Curl your fingers up."

"W-Why?"

"Just do it, Bitsy."

The frown on his face fell off as he did it, moaning as pleasure coursed through him.

"Fuck!" He hissed, free hand resting on Pause's hip to steady himself.

"Again."

Blame bit his lip as he did it again, shaking in pleasure. His cock leaked onto Pause's stomach, groaning quietly.

"God..."

BTC continued to stretch himself open. Pause grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some into his palm, gripping his cock and rubbing the slick substance over himself, stroking his cock to full hardness.

"Ready?" He murmured at BTC, voice surprisingly quiet, though his signature smirk spread across his face when Blame nodded.

BTC cried out softly when he pulled his fingers out, feeling empty. Pause helped him lift his hips, holding his cock straight up against Blame's slicked hole.

He made sure BTC took it slowly, relishing in his whining moan as the head slid in. Slowly but surely, tight heat surrounded him and Pause groaned.

"Fuck, you're fucking tight..." He moaned, gripping BTC's hips tightly.

Blame's eyes were squeezed shut, mouth gaped open as he finally seated himself fully on Pause's cock, taking all of it with his backside flush against the other man's hips.

"F-Fuck..." He stammered, panting.

He felt impossibly full, torn apart in the best way possible. The first experimental roll of his hips made him gasp, falling forwards onto Pause as he shivered.

BTC held it together better for the next roll of his hips, moaning lowly as he ground down on Pause's cock.

After a few more rolls of his hips, Pause helped him lift up just a little bit, gasping as Pause slid out of him a few inches. BTC moaned when he slid back down.

Pause met him on the next rise and fall, and Blame saw stars as the head of Pause's cock bumped against his prostate. A hand groped his ass, helping him up and down, moving together.

BTC never expected that being with another man, having a man's cock inside him, could feel so good. But he was close without Pause even touching his cock once.

He rode Pause, eyes shut tightly as the pleasure overtook him, growing even closer to orgasm.

All it took was Pause curling a hand around his cock and he was gone with a soft groan, shooting his release over Pause's bare chest, collapsing in it moments after.

He shivered as Pause continued to move in and out of him, growing more and more sensitive with each thrust. Blame could only hold on as Pause continued to move in and out of him, slumped over with his forehead resting against Pause's.

Pause finally came with a moan of his name, head tilting and lips pressing against BTC's. Blame kissed back, to tired to do anything else.

It was brief and surprisingly sweet, lips and tongue meeting without much energy to do anything else.

"So...just women, eh?"

"Shut the fuck up." BTC murmured before his eyes slipped shut.

The last thing he heard before sleep overtook him was Pause chucking and the last thing he felt was Pause running a soft hand through his short hair.

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i just love this ship so much mmm.

this fic got out of hand but blamepause deserves it ehehe.

[theropodtheroblogs]

How 'bout Pause trying to tease(with words, not touches) BTC in doing the do with him. Up to you if you want to write an actual smut or just the banter(maybe irl thing?)

Sitting next to Pause at the panel was the single worst mistake of his life. The other's knee kept bumping against his and at first he ignored it until pause kept pressing his leg against his and keeping it there. That wasn't so bad, still easily ignored until Pause's hand landed on his knee. He jumped at that, hand knocking over the bottle of water beside him. Luckily it was closed so he didn't spill any but it was still enough to bother him when Pause laughed.

As the panel went on, Pause's hand crept further up his thigh and made Blame more and more tense. When it slipped between his thighs he had to bite his tongue. He shot a glare at Pause, getting a grin and a sly wink back - right as Pause's hand slipped under the waistband of his trousers.

At that point Blame snatched his wrist and pulled him out, out of his pants and out of the panel. There were other places for this sort of thing and in front of a panel of thousands broadcast to the internet was not the place.

[theropodtheroblogs]

blamepause. pause has something that btc wants, and there's only one way he's going to be giving it to him. (nsfw ehehe)

"I don't think you're understanding what I want here BTC." Pause smirked at him.

BTC glared up at him, trapped between the native and the half built wall behind him. "I'm not giving you anything."

"That's a shame. You can't expect something in return for nothing." Pause pouted, leaning in close. "Especially when Rob said something about you giving really...really good blowjobs."

Blame flushed a bright red, gritting his teeth even as he nodded slightly. "So what if I do?"

"If you blow me, Bitsy, then I'll give you what you want."

With an offer like that, how could he refuse?

[fanfictionolivia]

mindcrack :: taste :: blamepause/robthecontroller

im taking my mind off of things with the hot porns yo. this is fucking filthy pwp and it's clear from the title lmao.

i don't think i've written anything like this. and i've written porn for a long, long time.

pairings are blamepause and robthecontroller, because btc is my go-to for writing things like this...he can take it ;~). there's also, of course rob/pause

this is an awkward combination of real life and minecraft. there are real life things but it ultimately takes place in minecraft. 

hardcore nsfw!

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They had him cornered. Not really, he could easily push past them and walk away of course, but they were both physically standing in a direct path of escape.

It was apparent that the pair had been drinking when they stepped up to him, cocky smiles clear on their faces. They weren't drunk but the alcohol had addled both of their brains to the point where they were both feeling far more confident.

That and they reeked of beer, a scent that BTC had grown to hate.

He sighed and took another sip of his water, hands clenching the glass tighter as Rob opened his mouth to speak.

"Hey Jarool." He sneered, grinning at Blame.

"...Hi Rob. Pause." BTC nodded at both of them.

He wondered what they wanted from him. If they were going to tease him or if they actually had something important that they wanted to say.

Pause sat down in the seat across from him. The table, in a busy bar where all of their friends were at some varying state of drunkness, was only made for two people and in the quietest corner that Blame could find. 

This quiet was, of course, ruined by Rob and Pause. Rob, after much consideration, sat down on Pause's lap. Both men giggled and Pause stretched up to kiss Rob's mouth. What had meant to be a playful kiss turned into something deeper when Rob's hands twined into Pause's hair and pressed himself closer.

Blame took another drink, feeling slightly uncomfortable. And, if he was being honest, a little left out. He looked away but was unable to avert his eyes for too long, taking small glances at the two. BTC saw a flash of tongue, heard a low moan over the loud bar music, and he flushed pink. 

"Mmm wait, Rob, I think we forgot why we came over here." Pause panted as the pair broke apart.

"Oh! Right." Rob gasped, jumping off of Pause's lap.

He slinked around the table, smirk wide on his face. Even though BTC knew it was coming, he still flinched when Rob climbed onto his lap. Rob giggled, alcoholic breath fanning over BTC's face and making him flinch again.

"I don't think I've seen you without that dumb mask..." Rob murmured, fingers stroking over BTC's face.

It would've been gentle and almost sweet, had Rob not been wearing his signature shit-eating grin.

And then Rob leaned down and kissed him. His lips were not gentle, moving fast and rough, but they were soft. Blame tasted something distinctly alcoholic and decided, immediately, that he hated the taste.

Still he kissed back. Rob kissed with far too much tongue so BTC matched him, tongues meeting. When Rob pulled back and stepped off his lap, Pause, who Blame just realized was standing next to him, leaned down and kissed him.

Pause was a messy kisser, but knew exactly what both of them wanted. His teeth ran across Blame's bottom lip, biting and pulling before kissing him fully. Once again, BTC tasted the beer that both men had been drinking. He decided that it tasted like a mixture of wheat bread and something that was probably unique to Pause.

When Pause pulled back, he nearly laughed in Blame's face.

"Didn't know you'd be so eager, Bitsy! You wanna go someplace quieter?"

He knew that he shouldn't. He had no excuse, being stone cold sober and in his right frame of mind.

But he nodded. Setting his glass down and picking his mask up from the table, he let Rob and Pause lead the way.

Along the way to where ever they were going, he made eye contact with several of his friends. Seth and Etho almost tilted their heads in unison, curious to where he was going. Arkas smiled sweetly at him, eyes knowing. It was almost as if the younger man was wishing him good luck. And Nebris fixed him with a shit-eating grin, raising his glass of what looked to be whiskey before downing it.

He turned his head away from Pak.

Blame, not for the first time that night, wondered what he was getting himself into.

It turned out that Pause's definition of a quieter place was the gender neutral bathroom.

The click of the door echoed. It was certainly quieter in the bathroom, the loud roar of the bar dulled to a hum. 

When Rob and Pause turned to him, they seemed so much taller. They used their height advantage to press Blame to the door. Pause kissed him again while Rob attacked his neck with teeth and tongue.

The mask, which he was still clutching in his hand, dropped to the floor in favor of curling his fingers into hair. He hissed when Rob sucked what would become a bruise into his collar bone.

Pause's lips left his and, suddenly, he was being forced to his knees. He felt the cold tile even through his pants and he looked up at the pair. 

They stood, staring down at him with twin smirks on their faces. From this angle, he could clearly see the bulges in both of their pants. Rob rubbed at his, stroking his hard cock through his pants.

"Pause told me that you give great head. I wanted to try it out." Rob spoke, smirk growing wider.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, BTC knew that it wasn't going to be a mutual thing. That Rob and Pause were going to take and take, and not give at all. He wanted to protest, he wanted to run away.

But he didn't. Instead, he just nodded and held his chin up.

Rob chuckled and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free. Already hard and practically leaking, Rob stroked himself a few times and groaned.

When he stepped forward, the head bumped against Blame's mouth, smearing bitter precome onto his lips. He opened his mouth slowly, allowing Rob to thrust in.

When Rob's cock bumped the back of his throat, he nearly gagged. Rob groaned and pulled out to thrust in once more.

"F-Fuck, you were right." Rob moaned.

His fingers tangled into blond strands and he fucked Blame's face. BTC couldn't do anything but let him, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

Pause's fingers wiped away the tears that leaked, smile reassuring as he continued to stroke Blame's face even after the tears had all fallen away.

When Rob finally came with a shout, hot cum spilling down BTC's throat, Pause took his place.

He didn't immediately thrust in, letting BTC breathe for a few moments. In fact, he didn't thrust in at all, instead letting Blame move at his own pace.

BTC wasn't sure what was worse. Being throat fucked or willingly blowing someone.

Still he moved, bobbing his head up and down. His tongue lapped at the head of Pause's cock and traced the thick vein on the bottom of his shaft. He tasted the precome that beaded at the other man's tip and, thought it tasted bitter, he went back for more.

It didn't take Pause long at all, coming with a gasp. And BTC swallowed it all.

When Pause pulled out, Blame sat back on his knees, gasping for breath. Both men stroked his hair, murmuring praise.

They pulled him to his feet after awhile. Immediately, he was pushed against the door. A hand went to his crotch to find him half hard. BTC moaned, bucking his hips forwards into the touch. 

The pressure of the other man's hand remained, stroking him through his clothing. 

"N-Nn..." BTC protested, hands batting the other way so he can push his pants down.

He hated sounding weak in front of the other two men but, if they found it amusing, they didn't laugh at all. Instead a hand curled around his cock and stroked.

Rob kissed one side of his neck, while Pause did the same for the other. 

When he came, it was with a choked moan and a sigh, hips stuttering forwards until he stopped and collapsed, boneless, against the door.

Pause raised his cum-coated hand to his mouth and lapped at it, sucking a finger into his mouth. Before he could clean himself fully, Rob grabbed his hand and finished the job.

They kissed and BTC, once again, felt like a third wheel as he leaned against the door.

"Thanks, BTC." Rob smirked.

He patted Blame's hair down, smoothing it. BTC's lips were red and swollen, face flushed. It was painfully obvious what they were doing in there.

Luckily, BTC had brought his mask with. Rob bent down and picked it up, passing it to him. He fixed it over his face and stumbled out of the bathroom, back into the loud roar of the bar.

It felt like they had been gone for hours but, really, it had only been about fifteen minutes. He ignored the knowing stares and walked back to his table.

The ice melting in his water had created condensation and he watched the water trickle down onto the table. When he picked it up, he noticed a perfect water ring on the table.

It wasn't particularly funny, but he laughed anyways and pushed up his mask to take a deep drink.

Idly, he wondered who Rob and Pause would tell. It wasn't like either of them to keep their mouths shut.

Blame sighed and finished his water, ordering another one. He felt eyes on him and looked over to see that pretty much everyone was staring at him.

Under the mask he smirked. And wondered what sort of power he could hold with this. The chair across from him scraped against the floor as someone moved to sit in it.

Blame couldn't help but laugh.

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why is this so long oh my god. but it was hella fun to write, and just the filth i needed, a dirty bathroom hookup.

[fanfictionolivia]

fanfiction :: day twenty-nine :: blamepause

food during sex is Not My Thing. at all. but, if anyone was gonna do it, it'd probably be pause.

i also got really carried away and discovered that food during sex isn't so bad...hehe whoops. 

29 is food related stuff. im also going to include a warning for rimming because people either love or hate it...

no food goes into any assholes though. that's just unsanitary! (never thought that'd be a sentence i'd write...)

nsfw

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It was a hot day, sweltering heat bothering everyone. It would've been fine for BTC if he was at Winterfell, but the Royal Chicken really needed some work.

He had gone out there in his cloak, of course, but shed it nearly immediately. Sweat beaded down his forehead and back, so he lost the T-Shirt, tossing it onto his cloak.

He had just been taking his pants off, to leave himself in just his boxers, when Pause came wandering in. Blame's fingers stilled on his belt when he heard the footsteps.

"Aw, Bitsy! So nice of you to get naked for me." Pause cooed, leaning against the doorframe.

BTC rolled his eyes, and continued to remove his pants. When he looked over at Pause and dropped his pants in defiance of the other man's teasing, he noticed that Pause had a red popsicle in his hand. Pause brought it to his lips and lapped at some of the juice that melted from it.

"What do you want? I'm busy." Blame growled, turning back to the redstone he was working on.

"Nothing. I'm not allowed to just wander around?"

"Nope."

Pause chuckled, and BTC could hear him as he paced around the restaurant. Pause moved closer.

"Hmm...I wonder..." He murmured to himself, hardly audible to Blame, who was ignoring the other man.

Sudden cold was pressed to the space between his shoulder blades and BTC gasped.

"What the fuck are you doing?" BTC hissed, jerking his body away from Pause.

"I'm bored. Come on, play with me Bitsy!"

"No, fuck off!"

Pause used his bigger size to pin the shorter man to the dispenser. Pause's heat made him sweat, so the coolness of Pause pressing the ice pop to his back was almost welcomed.

"Come on BTC..."

Disgusting, wet heat on his back, and Blame gasped as he felt Pause lap at the space where the popsicle had just been. Despite himself, he arched his back, grinding his hardening cock into the surface infront of him.

Pause dragged his tongue up to Blame's neck, mouthing at the skin there, and BTC held back a moan as teeth sunk into the junction between his neck and shoulder.

"...Find. I could use a break anyways." 

He struggled to keep his voice steady. Pause smirked against his skin and pressed the popsicle back against him, this time pressing it to his neck.

Pause took his time with the ice pop, drawing sticky and cold lines over Blame's skin before following it with his tongue. BTC continued to grind against the surface in front of him.

The heat against his skin was gone suddenly and Blame chanced a look behind him, only to see that Pause was kneeling behind him.

"What are you...no wait...!" BTC gasped, gripping the dispenser in front of him as Pause pulled his boxers down finally.

The popsicle was dragged down his ass, but, thankfully stayed away from his hole. Pause licked and sucked at the trails of sticky juice. Blame craned his neck to look at Pause when the man had stopped moving, only to see him finishing off the popsicle.

Pause threw the stick behind him and smirked up at BTC before poking his red-stained tongue out of his mouth. He leaned in, grasped BTC's ass, and pressed his tongue against the other man's hole.

"Holy shit!" BTC gasped, arching his back and moaning lowly.

Pause smirked against his skin, dragging his tongue against the puckered flesh slowly. Even with his mouth occupied, he still managed to torment Blame with his teasing.

A finger pressed in slowly, joining Pause's tongue. When it curled upwards, BTC moaned loudly.

"God, I hate you so much...nnngh Pause!"

He could feel Pause chuckling against him, and another finger joined the first. The tongue was gone suddenly.

"Touch yourself." Pause commanded, before pressing his tongue back inside.

BTC found it hard to resist, hand curling around his cock and stroking himself quickly. He was leaking precome onto the floor and gasping. He bucked his hips into his hands, but Pause's hands came up and held him still.

Sweat dripped down his back once more and everything else seemed to stop. The only things that BTC could feel was Pause, his own hand, and the intense heat. He threw his head back and let out a guttural, strangled moan.

His release came suddenly, flowing down his hand and onto the floor before him.

"Fuck, fuck, Pause! Ah!" He moaned, hand stroking himself through orgasm.

Pause licked and sucked at him until BTC tried to pull away, oversensitive after release. Pause got to his feet, grin wide on his face.

Blame had turned to face him, annoyance plainly written on his face.

"How was that?"

"Fine."

Pause chuckled, grasping BTC's hand.

"Why don't we...go get some more ice cream, eh?"

The innuendo was clear, and Blame rolled his eyes.

"Fine."

He let Pause drag him from the Royal Chicken and wondered what he got himself into.

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i got carried away. this can make up for yesterday i suppose.