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Fmk

FUCK*, MARRY, OR KILL
a game with a twist

You know the game: now, let’s dabble in a version that’s a little bit unusual.

how to play
○ Do the comment do.
○ Folks line up to say whether they would fuck* (*kiss, if your character's underage or you're not into R-rated dialogue), marry, or kill your guy.
○ Rinse. Repeat. ♾️

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[ Fizz is more than grateful that Blitzø was putting in the effort for him. Every little step they took was a relief for the jester and he was sure to encourage and reward Blitzø for each one.

So when he hears that laugh and how it lacked an edge, he relaxes and wraps his arms around the other's waist to rest his head on Blitzø's shoulder. ]

Well... seein' as we already got the fuckin' part down pat... and I don't wanna kill ya. That was the last choice, wasn't it? Unless ya got a secret fourth choice hidden somewhere?

[The little motions, the small bits of affection, were always the right amount to not send him one way or another. He took a deep breath, letting his head roll back and over to relax against Fizz's.]

I don't know, living together?

[Not that he was asking! He had his precious little girl to think of; she couldn't be left on her own. ~~She could totally be left on her own.~~]

[ Fizz breathes in deeply as he savors that embrace. That suggestion gets his heart skipping a beat or two in his chest. ]

I mean... I don't see why we can't. There's plenty of room for both you and Loona in the Penthouse.

[ If they would want that, of course. He wouldn't want to separate Blitzø from his daughter, even if she was capable of living on her own. ]

[His hands settled onto the ones around his waist, gently rubbing them as he looked out ahead of him. They could, he knew they could, but...]

Yeaaaah, Loona doesn't like change.

[She's not the only one.]

And I know if we're all living together she's going to walk in on one too many threesomes and literally murder all of us, including Oz. And I'd put my money on her in that fight any day.

[His fingertip started drawing dicks on the back of Fizz's hand.]

Someday.

[ Even with the rejection, Fizz smiles fondly, forehead pressing into the crook of his neck to nuzzle at his throat before he cracks his eyes open and watches the fingers tracing dicks along the back of his metal hands. ]

Yeahhhh, I definitely don't wanna scar her by her walkin' in on ya gettin' split in half on Ozz's dick.

That's ok. We'll figure somethin' out someday. [ It was a promise. One Fizz intended to keep. ] In the meantime, we can give ya a lil room to stay in when ya need it. Like when you're too tired to go back up to Imp City or some shit?

My little pumpkin doesn't need to be exposed to any of that. [Regardless of the fact that she's certainly heard him and Fizz going at it in the bathroom, or the fact that she's in her twenties. Doesn't matter. She's innocent, dammit.] And why is it me getting split in half in this scenario?

[Did it matter that Fizz couldn't feel the dicks being drawn? Nope. He kept doing it, until he grew bored and then moved to drawing horses. His own room? He smiled at that.]

Yeah. Yeah, we can do that. Probably won't use it much since I'll crash in yours, but I imagine the big guy has like fifty rooms that aren't ever used for anything. Rich people usually do.

[ Fizz snickered and playfully nipped at Blitzø's neck. ] Cause everyone already knows what a whore I am, so it ain't that surprisin' to find me bein' spit roasted. But you? That'd be the real shocker.

[ The jester's tail coiled itself around his lover's and gave a gentle squeeze. ]

We can still use it to keep some shit in there for ya. I got like... three rooms for myself? My lil bedroom when Ozz ain't home- [ The main bedroom was too fucking empty without the big guy there. ] then I got a room for all my lil sewin' projects and my nest room. So... yeah, I think we can spare a couple for ya.

[ Because Blitzø was very correct in that there were plenty of empty rooms in the tower that went unused or were just saved for guests. ]

[He would have given Fizz a flat look if he wasn't being nibbled on.] There are some definite things I need to catch you up on from these last fifteen years if you think that.

[Come on, Fizz. He's gotten around. A lot. A lot lot. Guy's got to have a ~~gaping emotional hole from a lack of self-love~~ hobby.]

...All right. Shit. Why not? If the big guy's fine with it, sure, I'll take a room. It'll be a good place to put my guns. [He nuzzled him back a little.] You think he can commission a painting of me like he has of you and him?

[ Ok, that actually surprises him, his head coming back up to look at Blitzø with a grin and amusement glinting in his eyes. ] Oh my fuck, really? Ya really had a slut era? Without me?

[ Never mind that they kind of hated each other while Blitzø was in his slut era. ]

Fuck yeah. We'll get ya some gun cabinets in there. Oh! It can be right across from my room! Well, mostly across. My nest room is directly across from my room. [ Fizz gives him a gentle squeeze and a peck to his cheek. ] Oh~? Ya wanna have a nudie portrait done of ya? Maybe one of you and me?

[He rolled his eyes, but shared his smirk that brimmed with pride.] Fuck yeah, I had a slut era. What else was I supposed to do? Monogamy? Ha.

[Now was different, Fizz. Shhh.]

Well, I was thinking of me naked on a horse, that one from Night-Mare Before Christmas. But sure, you can be on it, too, but you're riding behind me, arms wrapped around me, swooning.

Ugh, I wish I coulda seen it. [ He sighs dramatically. ] I wonder how many guys out there have fucked us both. Other than Ozz, I mean.

I better get to be naked, too, dammit. I wanna put it right in the kitchen so I can look at it every mornin' while havin' my coffee.

I can repeat it if you want to sate your curiosity. [Well, shit, that was a good question, wasn't it? Hmmm.] Probably a higher number than you think. Did you do any hookups at the yearly parties?

[Come on, Fizz. You know the parties.]

Then we're getting two because I want one in my new room. I'm not opposed to having my dick all over your place.

[ His smile fades a little as he gives a shake of his head. ]

Nah. I only went a few times before I met Ozz and I was always too paranoid Mammon would be watchin'. 'Specially cause I had to sneak away to go to the parties in the first place.

[ With a soft laugh, he presses an even softer kiss to Blitzø's cheek. ]

Anythin' ya want, Blitzø. It's yours.

Don't worry; most of them weren't worth my sloppy seconds.

[That was bullshit; there were decent people there, people who had been a victim to Blitzø. After all, he was always the common denominator.

His hand reached up, poking Fizz's nose. Cute little fucker.]

Free use to yours and Oz's closet? A golden angel-tipped sniper rifle? Road head?

I do gotta admit that ya bagged some hotties. There was one incubus that offered to eat me out by the fire pit the last time I went. [ The guy had been tall, handsome and smelled amazing. ] But I told him no.

[ The poke to his nose brings a little giggle from Fizz, his tail wraps around Blitzø's as he rests his head on the other's shoulder to tuck himself against his neck. ]

Yes. Maybe. Fuckin' definitely.

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