#no apologies

[violetsoblue]

[fruitviking]

Heading into Holmes's bedroom

Holmes: Do you have protection?

Watson, drawing his pistol: Why what's in there

[abydell]

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Sorry not sorry, I have Hancock-related piss kink stuff on the brain BAD and you're all gonna suffer for it.

If you couldn't get this man to engage in a little piss play with you, I dunno who you could. He's almost certainly at least been in circles where it's been a topic if he hasn't tried it before, himself. It might not be in the forefront of his brain when it comes to the ways he generally likes to get freaky, but he's willing to try anything once or twice if it'll make you happy.

HOWEVER: he's not gonna want to be the one to broach the topic. There are a lot of things he'll bring up first, even pretty wild or taboo things, but that wouldn't be one of them. It's not that he finds the idea distasteful, but he finds the idea of him being the one to encourage it sort of distasteful. If he asks, there's a slim chance you'll agree to do it just to make him happy, even if you don't like it, and that thought upsets him.

John's incredibly easy to talk to, so if you were just going to frankly bring up wanting him to piss on you, he'd be the person to do it with. But, you know. It's hard! So maybe you just drop hints for a while, consciously or not.

He catches you watching him one time, late at night after the two of you have been hanging out and drinking with friends. Pretty buzzed, he's not expecting you to pop up beside him, so he sort of assumes he was just pissing more out in the open than he'd intended to. He turns away, embarrassed, and hopes you don't think he's a stumbling drunk or a pig or anything.

But he keeps catching you watching after that.

It becomes such a regular habit of yours that he just sort of takes you along when he gets up to go. Though he's a little incredulous about it at first, it becomes pretty apparent that you're more interested than the typical person. You never say anything, though. Maybe you don't have the courage. So, as he is often want to do, he breaks the ice with a couple of jokes.

"Gonna hold it for me?" he asks, lit cigarette dangling from his lips as he watches you stare at his stream yet again. You don't respond, not verbally, but the pink shade your face warms to is very intriguing to him, even moreso than the fact that you've just sort of become his regular pee partner. He tucks that away for future use.

Next time he asks, he asks seriously.

[gav-san]

You know what JJK character deserves a cosmic joke?

Todo Aoi.

The Unc agenda continues

[tociminna]

Gale bustled about the kitchen, singing under his breath. His voice was pleasant enough - Tara had always rather liked it, though she'd never tell him so - but there was no real melody to it. She'd raise an objection, only he was preparing her favorite fish pate.

The kitchen smelled lovely - fish heads poaching on the stove, a fragrant waft of cheese from the board Gale was filling up beside it. Tara settled contentedly into her preferred chair. Her eyes had just fluttered closed for a delicious pre-dinner nap when Gale's mumbled song resolved into words.

He had come to set a dish on the table, and she could hear little snatches of lyrics. A bit rude when she was clearly trying to sleep, but oh well.

"Little laaady, tressym mine,

Fluffy feathers, eyes that shiiiine,

Flies and purrs and casts a spell,

Snores at night but hides it well..."

Tara's eyes flew open. Gale had returned to the stove, now singing loudly and confidently, though as before his tone wandered in and out of tuneful.

"Little lady Taaaaaraaaa..."

"Mr. Dekarios!"

Gale spun, looking faintly guilty. "Yes?"

"Show some respect! Why, I'm considering breaking the household ban on Fireball. What a song!"

"But you are fluffy, Tara, there's no point denying it."

"Snores at night! I never!"

"It's quite a melodious snore, really. There's a bit of a fluting sound to it."

"Oh! No respect whatsoever!"

Gale grinned, then ducked his head in apology. "I'm sorry. I'll find more appropriate lyrics next time."

Tara said nothing, instead turning in her chair to show him her back. Next time. Pfft.

"I'll find more appropriate lyrics and I'll add crab to the pate. Will that please you, Lady Tara?"

"Well..." she turned again. "I didn't know we had any crab."

[socialbutterfly19]

Walk away