Rescued fics from previous kink meme
In case someone decides to delete the meme LOL. I think I only wrote two in the meme, I can't remember if I wrote any more. Hm. Of course, all of them are NC-17/R and Tenimyu-related o.o. No killing please, I promise to bleach my brain later.
SAIRUIDOORI, WTF.
Saitou knew he shouldn't have peered into the empty storage room. It was down at the end of the hall and no one ever came by the end of the hall except for one person.
He, being the observant "adult" that he was, had seen Ruito enter and exit the room at least thrice a week ever since rehearsals started. He tried asking Doori, who was close to Ruito back then, but the boy would only shrug and proceed to the bread table as if he hadn't heard anything.
He was curious, Saitou admitted, that was why he peered into the empty storage room one day. Ruito had entered the room earlier and closed the door securely. It was not locked -- the custodians said that the room had a faulty doorknob -- but the lights were not lit.
Slowly opening the door and letting his eyes adjust to the dimness, Saitou spied Ruito's figure huddled on a corner of the room, his face towards the wall. He was muttering something -- something that involved Saitou's name -- and ended his words in muffled gasps.
Saitou did not even bother to understand why he was not surprised to see Ruito frantically pulling on his own erection, his pants pooling on his knees and cum slowly dripping to the floor. In his semi-blindness Saitou could see Ruito arch his back and look up, his eyes giving a panicked expression as he saw Saitou standing mere centimeters from him. He knelt on the floor, frozen and watching Saitou with his round eyes.
Back then, Saitou thought Ruito was looking at him pleadingly. Looking back, he wondered if he interpreted him right.
Oh heck.
It was too easy for Saitou to kneel down behind Ruito, let him lean on his chest and gently move the boy's hand from his own erection. It took less effort to grip Ruito's length gently and start pumping. Unable to contain his own excitement in feeling Ruito arch towards his hand and mutter his name, Saitou reached up the boy's chest to unbutton his shirt slowly and place biting kisses on his neck. It was bad to do something like that to your castmates (younger ones for that matter) but it was not Saitou's fault that Ruito threw his head back and asked for more, his hips undulating in time with Saitou's ministrations. When Ruito came at last, Saitou thought it was the most wonderful sound he had heard: a mixture of a near-scream, a sigh and and his name rolling off Ruito's tongue.
The accidental meetup was repeated. And repeated. And repeated until it was no longer accidental and was more of a habit. When Saitou took his time in kissing Ruito, his tongue tangling with the boy's until saliva ran down their chins, Ruito would squirm. He was impatient and for some reason wanted to hurry up with the whole thing. Saitou never knew why.
Until two weeks after their escapade.
Just when Saitou was about to pull Ruito's leg up to rest on his hip, the door of the storage room creaked open and Doori entered. The Seigaku actor looked around before realizing that Saitou and Ruito were right in front of him, against one of the posts and doing something they cannot explain to Doori in about a hundred years.
Nonchalant as always, Doori took one look at the couple, his eyes resting a little longer on Ruito. Shrugging, he turned around and started out of the room. "Kei-cha-oomph!"
Saitou's instincts told him to grab the boy before he managed to leave the room. He followed. Ruito ran to the door and locked it. Doori was slightly struggling to get away from Saitou's grasp and Saitou couldn't do anything then but restrain him to keep him from telling everyone about his and Ruito's little rendezvous.
Grabbing a length of a ribbon from one of the boxes, Saitou genktly pushed Doori to a chair and securely fastened his hands to the backrest. Doori was kicking with all his might, words that shouldn't be mentioned by a junior high student blurted out from his lips. Saitou was trying his best to tie the ribbon behind the chair but Doori was too squirmy. As he was just about to give up and just zip up his pants and leave, Ruito leaned forward and kissed Doori squarely on the lips.
The ribbon was tightly secured and Saitou leaned on a pile of covered boxes, watching the scene before him in the dimly-lit room. The kissing turned into something more fiery, with Doori leaning upward to catch Ruito's mouth. Ruito didn't seem to mind Saitou at all and Doori seemed to have forgotten that these people abducted him. As they kissed, Ruito motioned for Saitou to unzip Doori's pants and pull it to his shoes.
Grunts of displeasure erupted from Doori but he was quickly silenced by Ruito's mouth. Soon, he was too far gone, leaning back as Ruito almost rode on his lap and kissed him thoroughly. When Saitou had managed to pull of Doori's pants, he looked up to Ruito who gently pushed him away and whispered that he can watch.
Obedient to his doubles partner, Saitou watched as Ruito knelt between Doori's legs and ran a hand over the other boy's length. He watched as Doori bit his lip in an effort to keep himself from being swept away but it was too late. Ruito licked a trail from the base to the tip of the other boy's erection, smirking despite their situation.
Saitou could hear the ribbons tying Doori's hands to the chair rustle. Doori was trying to free his hands. He was also getting a little too loud, his face flushed and his mouth open to an O as he tried to raise his lap from the chair and meet Ruito's mouth. Saitou thought the Echizen uniform made Doori look even more vulnerable. He also thought that they'd be discovered soon if he didn't do anything to stifle Doori's wanton cries.
Unable to think and eyes hazy with the not-so-innocent scene before him, Saitou could only think of one way to shut Doori up. He stood by Doori's side, unzipped his pants and pushed Doori's face towards him. He never heard Doori complain or even mutter a name after that.
A few minutes after, Doori was openly complaining about people staining his costume. He still sat on the chair, tied up albeit a little more loosely. Ruito had wiped his mouth cleanly with a hanky from his back pocket and Saitou had unceremoniously cummed onto his own handkerchief. Making a mental note not to lend Date his handkerchief today in case the young man had bouts of "oh no we're graduating I'm so sad" moods again, Saitou approached the door and gripped the knob. They had to make sure no one was in sight before they release Doori and leave the room.
The door wouldn't budge.
It was then that both Saitou and Ruito remembered the warning about the door knobs being faulty. They sighed simultaneously. It could take a while before they could leave the room.
They looked at Doori, who was slumped on the chair and staring down at his shirt. Knowing he was being watched, he stared back at them, eyes blinking inquisitively.
As Saitou stepped closer to Doori and tilt the boy's face upward, he had a bad feeling that this, too, would turn to a habit.
A few days and some more "incidents" later, Saitou was confident that he was clairvoyant.
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KAMADATE; Hrn.
It was entirely Kamakari's fault.
He should not have barged into somewhere that's not part of his home, screaming at the top of his lungs. Even though he knew the owner of the house Kamakari should have learned how to wait outside the gate after ringing the doorbell.
But no.
Reveling in his privilege to own a key to the front door, Kamakari had thoughtlessly marched inside the house, claiming it as his own, removed his shoes and went inside to look for the "real" owner.
"Koooouuujiii!"
With the way he shouted, one would think he did not just come from the hospital and was recuperating. He peered into the kitchen, bathroom, under the stairs. There was no one to be found. Shaking his head, he skipped up the stairs to the lone room in the house.
"Kouji!" he greeted as he opened the door. After a split-second, he knew he shouldn't have done that, for whatever reason. Date almost jumped off his skin and stood up awkwardly, making himself trip over his own guitar and land on the bedroom rug with his ass in the air.
"K-Kenta-san!" Date greeted, surprised. "I didn't know you'd come!" He wobblingly crept off the carpet and settled on the low bed. "I- I thought..." Date's eyes wandered towards something under his guitar. Following the young man's eyes, Kamakari looked at the same place and found a book sticking out of the guitar's body.
"Hey, what is this?" Kamakari said. Even though barely healthy, he managed to out-crawl Date to the book and fished it off the floor. Date was adamant in getting it back, but Kamakari was already seated at the far side of the bed. He gave a victorious laugh/ "I don't know you like to re............ad, Kouji..."
The cover of the book had Shishido and Ohtori in a rather suiggestive position. Puzzled, Kamakari looked up to see Date slumped on the floor, face covered with both of his hands. "I...I got it in the mail and..."
At the back of Kamakari's mind, he was being told to drop the book, change the topic and live happily ever after. But he didn't oblige. Instead, he shrugged and opened the book to scan it.
"You really shouldn't read it. It's..." Date grabbed the book but Kamakari swiped it back again. With a defeated sigh, Date slumped to the carpet and watched Kamakari read the doujinshi, his chin on his knees.
The first part of the doujin was pretty tame, like dating. Date and Kamakari had done that before -- they had even had kissing sessions. Kamakari was wondering what the fuss was with the book when he reached page 17. "No way," he muttered. "They -- that's impossible."
"I know," Date defeatedly said. "I mean, there are a lot of fujoushi nowadays and I guess they managed to sneak in one of those books to me. I really didn't know what it was, Kenta-san...I mean, it's impossible for me to --"
"No," Kamakari shook his head. "I mean this position in the kitchen scene. Can normal people really do that?" He shook his head again. "Can you suck it like that when you're standing? And wow, Shishido's pretty intense..."
If Kamakari bothered to look up, he would have seen Date shrink lower into the carpet, ears red in embarrassment.
Halfway into the book and staring at Ohtori being rammed up against the wall by none other than Shishido, Kamakari started to feel it. The blush creeping up Date's face was not helping at all. Soon, he found himself cupping Date's chin with a hand and kissing him full on the lips.
The last thing Kamakari saw before closing his eyes was Date's surprised expression. He ignored the slight muffled "KMKRI-FSN?" from Date's throat and proceeded to swab Date's palate with the tip of his tongue. When Date let out a long guttural groan, Kamakari was encouraged and coaxed the younger man to open his mouth more, deepening the kiss.
When they stopped, Date sported his rare dreamy expression. He tried moving away, but Kamakari had a firm grip on his nape. "Reading doujinshis turn you on, Kouji?" he slyly asked as he ran his tongue at the side of Date's neck. "I didn't know it was your super secret fetish."
"It's not...AH!" Date threw his head back with groan as Kamakari raised his shirt and licked patterns on his stomach. "Ke-Kenta-san, please stop..." He gasped as Kamakari unceremoniously tugged his shorts off and fingered his arousal. "Nngh...Kenta-saaaan..."
"You like it, Kouji?" Kamakari drawled, his tongue running over and around Date's lips, asking for entrance. The silence that followed was laced with wet, smacking sounds.
Date closed his eyes as he panted and placed an arm over his eyes. Kamakari closed his hand around the younger man's erection and pumped once, twice. Each pull made Date whimper, as if he was about to cry. Kamakari found the scene utterly arousing and tortured Date some more.
After a while, Kamakari's hand became slick with Date's own precum and both of their breaths had turned to gasps as Date neared his completion and Kamakari was reaching his peak of arousal. He pumped faster, making Date's hips raise themselves off the carpet in order to meet his fingers. Before Kamakari knew it, Date's hands were over his own pants, as they were slowly unzipped and removed.
"It's unfair that you get to do all the fun things," Date said cryptically, smiling his sweet smile that seemed unfit with the words.
Freeing his erection from his pants, Kamakari followed Date's lead. He found his length placed against Date's own, the wetness of the other rubbing off on him literally. As if used to the instance, Kamakari pushed his hips forward, making the one under him cry in surprised pleasure. Opening his mouth and Shifting his weight, Kamakari moved.
Date's "ah's" came in short breaths, his eyes half-open and staring at the ceiling. Kamakari bit the inside of his cheek as he pressed their cocks together with one hand, earning moans from both of them. They were sticky with the precum on their hands, thighs and arms. They were sweaty because they ignored the air conditioner on the corner. They were supposed to be hungry since it was after lunch but neither cared, far too lost in their own acts.
"A-ah, I'm going to--" A soft spurt and Date came before he even finished his warning. A little while after, Kamakari stiffened as he came, splattering cum on both of their stomachs.
Kamakari fell limp over Date's body, their cums mixing together as they pressed against each other. "Shit, my shirt's stained," Kamakari complained. He felt Date moving from under him and felt his cock growing rigid again. "Oh god..." He turned to Date. "Since we've been re-enacting that doujinshi since page 7, want to continue?" he asked with a grin. "Minus the impossible kitchen scene of course."
To his surprise, Date smirked. In a split second, Kamakari found himself turned over until he was the one with his back on the carpet and with Date over him. "W-What?" he asked, faking annoyance.
Date's lips shaped into his angelic smile as he pointed to the doujinshi beside Kamakari's head. "Chapter 2 is Ohtori/Shishido, sempai."
As Date sucked on his tongue, Kamakari admitted that everything was entirely his fault.
But he wasn't really sorry about anything.
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Read at your own risk, I think? ASADGSDH I'll never write dirty stuff again, I swear x_X.
SAIRUIDOORI, WTF.
Saitou knew he shouldn't have peered into the empty storage room. It was down at the end of the hall and no one ever came by the end of the hall except for one person.
He, being the observant "adult" that he was, had seen Ruito enter and exit the room at least thrice a week ever since rehearsals started. He tried asking Doori, who was close to Ruito back then, but the boy would only shrug and proceed to the bread table as if he hadn't heard anything.
He was curious, Saitou admitted, that was why he peered into the empty storage room one day. Ruito had entered the room earlier and closed the door securely. It was not locked -- the custodians said that the room had a faulty doorknob -- but the lights were not lit.
Slowly opening the door and letting his eyes adjust to the dimness, Saitou spied Ruito's figure huddled on a corner of the room, his face towards the wall. He was muttering something -- something that involved Saitou's name -- and ended his words in muffled gasps.
Saitou did not even bother to understand why he was not surprised to see Ruito frantically pulling on his own erection, his pants pooling on his knees and cum slowly dripping to the floor. In his semi-blindness Saitou could see Ruito arch his back and look up, his eyes giving a panicked expression as he saw Saitou standing mere centimeters from him. He knelt on the floor, frozen and watching Saitou with his round eyes.
Back then, Saitou thought Ruito was looking at him pleadingly. Looking back, he wondered if he interpreted him right.
Oh heck.
It was too easy for Saitou to kneel down behind Ruito, let him lean on his chest and gently move the boy's hand from his own erection. It took less effort to grip Ruito's length gently and start pumping. Unable to contain his own excitement in feeling Ruito arch towards his hand and mutter his name, Saitou reached up the boy's chest to unbutton his shirt slowly and place biting kisses on his neck. It was bad to do something like that to your castmates (younger ones for that matter) but it was not Saitou's fault that Ruito threw his head back and asked for more, his hips undulating in time with Saitou's ministrations. When Ruito came at last, Saitou thought it was the most wonderful sound he had heard: a mixture of a near-scream, a sigh and and his name rolling off Ruito's tongue.
The accidental meetup was repeated. And repeated. And repeated until it was no longer accidental and was more of a habit. When Saitou took his time in kissing Ruito, his tongue tangling with the boy's until saliva ran down their chins, Ruito would squirm. He was impatient and for some reason wanted to hurry up with the whole thing. Saitou never knew why.
Until two weeks after their escapade.
Just when Saitou was about to pull Ruito's leg up to rest on his hip, the door of the storage room creaked open and Doori entered. The Seigaku actor looked around before realizing that Saitou and Ruito were right in front of him, against one of the posts and doing something they cannot explain to Doori in about a hundred years.
Nonchalant as always, Doori took one look at the couple, his eyes resting a little longer on Ruito. Shrugging, he turned around and started out of the room. "Kei-cha-oomph!"
Saitou's instincts told him to grab the boy before he managed to leave the room. He followed. Ruito ran to the door and locked it. Doori was slightly struggling to get away from Saitou's grasp and Saitou couldn't do anything then but restrain him to keep him from telling everyone about his and Ruito's little rendezvous.
Grabbing a length of a ribbon from one of the boxes, Saitou genktly pushed Doori to a chair and securely fastened his hands to the backrest. Doori was kicking with all his might, words that shouldn't be mentioned by a junior high student blurted out from his lips. Saitou was trying his best to tie the ribbon behind the chair but Doori was too squirmy. As he was just about to give up and just zip up his pants and leave, Ruito leaned forward and kissed Doori squarely on the lips.
The ribbon was tightly secured and Saitou leaned on a pile of covered boxes, watching the scene before him in the dimly-lit room. The kissing turned into something more fiery, with Doori leaning upward to catch Ruito's mouth. Ruito didn't seem to mind Saitou at all and Doori seemed to have forgotten that these people abducted him. As they kissed, Ruito motioned for Saitou to unzip Doori's pants and pull it to his shoes.
Grunts of displeasure erupted from Doori but he was quickly silenced by Ruito's mouth. Soon, he was too far gone, leaning back as Ruito almost rode on his lap and kissed him thoroughly. When Saitou had managed to pull of Doori's pants, he looked up to Ruito who gently pushed him away and whispered that he can watch.
Obedient to his doubles partner, Saitou watched as Ruito knelt between Doori's legs and ran a hand over the other boy's length. He watched as Doori bit his lip in an effort to keep himself from being swept away but it was too late. Ruito licked a trail from the base to the tip of the other boy's erection, smirking despite their situation.
Saitou could hear the ribbons tying Doori's hands to the chair rustle. Doori was trying to free his hands. He was also getting a little too loud, his face flushed and his mouth open to an O as he tried to raise his lap from the chair and meet Ruito's mouth. Saitou thought the Echizen uniform made Doori look even more vulnerable. He also thought that they'd be discovered soon if he didn't do anything to stifle Doori's wanton cries.
Unable to think and eyes hazy with the not-so-innocent scene before him, Saitou could only think of one way to shut Doori up. He stood by Doori's side, unzipped his pants and pushed Doori's face towards him. He never heard Doori complain or even mutter a name after that.
A few minutes after, Doori was openly complaining about people staining his costume. He still sat on the chair, tied up albeit a little more loosely. Ruito had wiped his mouth cleanly with a hanky from his back pocket and Saitou had unceremoniously cummed onto his own handkerchief. Making a mental note not to lend Date his handkerchief today in case the young man had bouts of "oh no we're graduating I'm so sad" moods again, Saitou approached the door and gripped the knob. They had to make sure no one was in sight before they release Doori and leave the room.
The door wouldn't budge.
It was then that both Saitou and Ruito remembered the warning about the door knobs being faulty. They sighed simultaneously. It could take a while before they could leave the room.
They looked at Doori, who was slumped on the chair and staring down at his shirt. Knowing he was being watched, he stared back at them, eyes blinking inquisitively.
As Saitou stepped closer to Doori and tilt the boy's face upward, he had a bad feeling that this, too, would turn to a habit.
A few days and some more "incidents" later, Saitou was confident that he was clairvoyant.
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KAMADATE; Hrn.
It was entirely Kamakari's fault.
He should not have barged into somewhere that's not part of his home, screaming at the top of his lungs. Even though he knew the owner of the house Kamakari should have learned how to wait outside the gate after ringing the doorbell.
But no.
Reveling in his privilege to own a key to the front door, Kamakari had thoughtlessly marched inside the house, claiming it as his own, removed his shoes and went inside to look for the "real" owner.
"Koooouuujiii!"
With the way he shouted, one would think he did not just come from the hospital and was recuperating. He peered into the kitchen, bathroom, under the stairs. There was no one to be found. Shaking his head, he skipped up the stairs to the lone room in the house.
"Kouji!" he greeted as he opened the door. After a split-second, he knew he shouldn't have done that, for whatever reason. Date almost jumped off his skin and stood up awkwardly, making himself trip over his own guitar and land on the bedroom rug with his ass in the air.
"K-Kenta-san!" Date greeted, surprised. "I didn't know you'd come!" He wobblingly crept off the carpet and settled on the low bed. "I- I thought..." Date's eyes wandered towards something under his guitar. Following the young man's eyes, Kamakari looked at the same place and found a book sticking out of the guitar's body.
"Hey, what is this?" Kamakari said. Even though barely healthy, he managed to out-crawl Date to the book and fished it off the floor. Date was adamant in getting it back, but Kamakari was already seated at the far side of the bed. He gave a victorious laugh/ "I don't know you like to re............ad, Kouji..."
The cover of the book had Shishido and Ohtori in a rather suiggestive position. Puzzled, Kamakari looked up to see Date slumped on the floor, face covered with both of his hands. "I...I got it in the mail and..."
At the back of Kamakari's mind, he was being told to drop the book, change the topic and live happily ever after. But he didn't oblige. Instead, he shrugged and opened the book to scan it.
"You really shouldn't read it. It's..." Date grabbed the book but Kamakari swiped it back again. With a defeated sigh, Date slumped to the carpet and watched Kamakari read the doujinshi, his chin on his knees.
The first part of the doujin was pretty tame, like dating. Date and Kamakari had done that before -- they had even had kissing sessions. Kamakari was wondering what the fuss was with the book when he reached page 17. "No way," he muttered. "They -- that's impossible."
"I know," Date defeatedly said. "I mean, there are a lot of fujoushi nowadays and I guess they managed to sneak in one of those books to me. I really didn't know what it was, Kenta-san...I mean, it's impossible for me to --"
"No," Kamakari shook his head. "I mean this position in the kitchen scene. Can normal people really do that?" He shook his head again. "Can you suck it like that when you're standing? And wow, Shishido's pretty intense..."
If Kamakari bothered to look up, he would have seen Date shrink lower into the carpet, ears red in embarrassment.
Halfway into the book and staring at Ohtori being rammed up against the wall by none other than Shishido, Kamakari started to feel it. The blush creeping up Date's face was not helping at all. Soon, he found himself cupping Date's chin with a hand and kissing him full on the lips.
The last thing Kamakari saw before closing his eyes was Date's surprised expression. He ignored the slight muffled "KMKRI-FSN?" from Date's throat and proceeded to swab Date's palate with the tip of his tongue. When Date let out a long guttural groan, Kamakari was encouraged and coaxed the younger man to open his mouth more, deepening the kiss.
When they stopped, Date sported his rare dreamy expression. He tried moving away, but Kamakari had a firm grip on his nape. "Reading doujinshis turn you on, Kouji?" he slyly asked as he ran his tongue at the side of Date's neck. "I didn't know it was your super secret fetish."
"It's not...AH!" Date threw his head back with groan as Kamakari raised his shirt and licked patterns on his stomach. "Ke-Kenta-san, please stop..." He gasped as Kamakari unceremoniously tugged his shorts off and fingered his arousal. "Nngh...Kenta-saaaan..."
"You like it, Kouji?" Kamakari drawled, his tongue running over and around Date's lips, asking for entrance. The silence that followed was laced with wet, smacking sounds.
Date closed his eyes as he panted and placed an arm over his eyes. Kamakari closed his hand around the younger man's erection and pumped once, twice. Each pull made Date whimper, as if he was about to cry. Kamakari found the scene utterly arousing and tortured Date some more.
After a while, Kamakari's hand became slick with Date's own precum and both of their breaths had turned to gasps as Date neared his completion and Kamakari was reaching his peak of arousal. He pumped faster, making Date's hips raise themselves off the carpet in order to meet his fingers. Before Kamakari knew it, Date's hands were over his own pants, as they were slowly unzipped and removed.
"It's unfair that you get to do all the fun things," Date said cryptically, smiling his sweet smile that seemed unfit with the words.
Freeing his erection from his pants, Kamakari followed Date's lead. He found his length placed against Date's own, the wetness of the other rubbing off on him literally. As if used to the instance, Kamakari pushed his hips forward, making the one under him cry in surprised pleasure. Opening his mouth and Shifting his weight, Kamakari moved.
Date's "ah's" came in short breaths, his eyes half-open and staring at the ceiling. Kamakari bit the inside of his cheek as he pressed their cocks together with one hand, earning moans from both of them. They were sticky with the precum on their hands, thighs and arms. They were sweaty because they ignored the air conditioner on the corner. They were supposed to be hungry since it was after lunch but neither cared, far too lost in their own acts.
"A-ah, I'm going to--" A soft spurt and Date came before he even finished his warning. A little while after, Kamakari stiffened as he came, splattering cum on both of their stomachs.
Kamakari fell limp over Date's body, their cums mixing together as they pressed against each other. "Shit, my shirt's stained," Kamakari complained. He felt Date moving from under him and felt his cock growing rigid again. "Oh god..." He turned to Date. "Since we've been re-enacting that doujinshi since page 7, want to continue?" he asked with a grin. "Minus the impossible kitchen scene of course."
To his surprise, Date smirked. In a split second, Kamakari found himself turned over until he was the one with his back on the carpet and with Date over him. "W-What?" he asked, faking annoyance.
Date's lips shaped into his angelic smile as he pointed to the doujinshi beside Kamakari's head. "Chapter 2 is Ohtori/Shishido, sempai."
As Date sucked on his tongue, Kamakari admitted that everything was entirely his fault.
But he wasn't really sorry about anything.
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Read at your own risk, I think? ASADGSDH I'll never write dirty stuff again, I swear x_X.