#personality outside each one being a different flavor of sexy and it makes it so hard to get through……..

[wufflesvetinari]

hello! i was blown away by your fantastic astarion/tav fic and this is how i found you, hope that's okay. :) you say dnd is about being a cleric to you, and i was wondering if you'd ever be open to expanding on that? i'm interested in playing a cleric in my next campaign, but i'm a little gunshy

(the fic, for reference)

hi yes hello!! i'm so glad you liked the fic, first of all, i had never written anything quite like it (essentially canon/oc fic. video game fandom is weird. i love it)

secondly i am so glad you've given me an excuse to talk about this!!! i love playing clerics for a few reasons. in order of simplest to most complicated:

1). on a purely mechanical level i love their versatility; that you can both deal heavy damage and protect your friends. i think the existence of Healing Word makes clerics 100x more fun than they would be otherwise, because then you can both attack and heal in the same turn. i am someone who LIKES feeling that responsibility for the party each turn, and feeling like each choice involves sacrifice: thinking through who can make it through the next turn without healing vs. needing it now, whether to remove a status effect (using a full action) or let it wear out, etc. you do get the fun of essentially fireballing your enemies while also doing powerful utility stuff (that plants the seeds for interesting character relationships too imo)

2). god the roleplay potential??? it's so good??? you have a very strong "type" you're playing against: the stereotype of a "person of the cloth" existing makes it twice as fun to be, like, a little nihilistic or a little sexy or a little angry, but always always driven by that core of Belief inside of you. all the better if the belief system doesn't naturally fit with the character's personality, and you have to reconcile those things. it builds someone complex

also like. roleplaying a cleric (or a paladin) is marinating yourself in the midpoint between human fallibility and divine "infallibility," wherein actually sometimes it's the human fallibility that needs to win out over the inflexibility of dogma. it's a bit warlock-y in that you are making decisions both for what the character wants to do and what they feel they MUST do per the voice in their head. but it's still flavored differently because, in theory, the cleric has opted into this for moral/belief reasons! and those reasons get to be challenged or reinforced through the campaign

3). world building! you get to parse out how a belief system works in the day-to-day. rn i have two clerics who are driven by a belief in how they need to ethically act in the world (lash as well as duna, an ornery old lady grave cleric--spoiler, they have very different definitions of "ethical") but also an alien cleric in a homebrew campaign whose gods actually dont give a shit about how he interacts with outsiders because that pantheon’s entire existence is built around protecting and saving one specific alien species. the decisions that cleric makes are going to be extremely different than the first two, but i'm always going to be thinking about how those belief systems affect his actions, and when he pushes back (and how much he is ALLOWED to push back).

ngl the psychological element is twice as interesting to me as someone who grew up in a religious environment. what do i appreciate about that kind of person that could be amplified? what Makes Everything Worse?

anyway i hope some of this was helpful!!

[sam-winchester-admiration-league]

When Supernatural airs the eagerly anticipated conclusion to the saga of the Brothers Winchester on Thursday, Nov. 19, the WB-turned-CW series will bid adieu after a truly impressive 15 seasons. The massive and occasionally unwieldy body of work that Supernatural leaves behind has something for every flavor of fan. Creepy ghosts? Check. Sexy vampires? Check. Not-so-sexy vampires? Check. Monsters of the week? Meta rabbit holes? Goofy parodies? Check, check, and check.

The most enduring element, however, and the one that certainly draws this crazy, beautiful, dysfunctional fandom together, has to be the epic love story of Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles). Theirs is the bromance that has been at the core of Supernatural’s soul from the very beginning, back before we even knew their story was being manipulated by Chuck (Rob Benedict), aka God, who claimed they were his “favorite show.” While a few friends — Bobby (Jim Beaver), Castiel (Misha Collins), and Jack (Alexander Calvert) — endured season upon season, eventually claiming their own place in the family that don’t end with blood, it will be Sam and Dean in the end, just like it was in the beginning. Friends come and go, but Winchesters are forever.

Now, Sam and Dean’s relationship is not always pretty, and it can be argued that it’s not always healthy — heck, I have argued that it’s not healthy — but it certainly makes for compelling, if somewhat repetitive, storytelling. How many times are Dean and Sam going to fling themselves into certain death all for their brotherly love of one another? How many times will the one left behind drag the other out of literal Hell, whether he likes it or not? And how many times will one brother turn evil? The storylines are cyclical. We’ve seen these things happen again and again, and yet we keep coming back, because even though Supernatural has told the same story quite a few times over the last 15 seasons, Sam and Dean do grow — or at least change — as a result of their experiences.

When Meg (Nicki Aycox) possessed Sam in Season 2’s “Born Under a Bad Sign,” both brothers were on the same page — Meg possessing Sam was a Bad Thing. It had to be fixed. It was horrific, an unquestionable violation, and a few episodes later, both brothers were found to be sporting their iconic chest tattoos to ensure something like that never ever happened again. Being possessed by Lucifer (Mark Pellegrino) in Season 5 was different though. It was still a violation, still a horror, but one that Sam invited upon himself as a necessity to save the world, and one that Dean supported — albeit with extreme reluctance — as the right play. The Winchesters are big damn heroes and this is what big damn heroes do.

And then came Gadreel (Tahmoh Penikett). It was another violation, another horror. But unlike a sacrifice for the greater good, taken willingly and accepted by both brothers as a vital sacrifice that they had no choice but to make, Gadreel entered the picture in a moment of sheer panic. Dean manipulated Sam because of his own personal desire for Sam to live. And Sam did live, but he was horrified and hurt, while Dean said he’d do it all again in a heartbeat.

It’s OK to tell the same story, as long as you’re not actually telling the same story — and isn’t that what all of Chuck’s endless variations of the Winchester are in the show’s final season? The Sams and Deans from the alternate universe who end up murdering each other are not telling the same story as our Sam and Dean. Nor are the displaced hipster Sam and Dean. Or Squirrel Sam and Dean. And yet they are, because there is something so fundamentally Sam and Dean about Sam and Dean that no variation is any less compelling than another.

For 15 seasons, we have not been able to look away from Sam and Dean’s hard-to-define relationship. Is it love? Is it lust? Is it codependency wrapped up in floofy hair and flannel? Maybe. At the end of the day, it’s fiction, and fiction is beautiful because it lets us climb to all kinds of heights and crawl through any number of depths far outside of our own experiences.

The epic love story of Sam and Dean is a prism at times, and a mirror at others. We can see what we want to see, or we can see something more. We can see ourselves reflected in their story, in small ways here and there, or we can see nothing of ourselves and just appreciate a thrilling adventure, a gripping gothic horror, or a spooky mystery. But after all these years, the supernatural aspects are not what is so magical about Supernatural. Yes, it may be the thing that drew eyes initially — I like a good ghost story, and some of those early WB promos were rife with the promise that Supernatural was going to be sexy and scary — but that’s not all the show was when it began, nor is today. Sometimes Supernatural is rather silly. Sometimes it’s repetitive. Sometimes it becomes mired in its attempts to tell new stories after all this time. But in the end, there i s always Sam and Dean in the center of it all, the point of the compass, guiding this series home. (x)

Source: https://www.tvguide.com/news/features/supernatural-sam-dean-winchester-relationship/

[charlieliqueur]

AHWM Yancy X Reader

Just One Date?

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Yancy had made it clear time and time again.

"I'm waitin' for parole. I ain't takin' no shortcuts."

You were right there, in stealth clothes from the heist a few months ago, the key in your pocket, a hopeful look in your eyes, as always. Everytime you came back, everytime you broke in to visit him in person, he refused to sneak out for even a single night.

But this time would be different.

It was your 21st birthday. Yeah, so young to be out pulling heists and getting sent to prison and all, but you didn't care. The thing was, you could finally 'officially' buy a drink, and even if alcohol wasn't your biggest thing, you were gonna use this important birthday situation to guilt trip Yancy into sneaking out for just one night.

You wanted to see him in something other than his prison clothes (and maybe one day, nothing at all). You wanted to see him out and about, normal, happy, getting a taste of what the free world was like now. Maybe you just wanted to make sure he was serious about parole, by reminding him of what waited outside. He seemed determined, every third Sunday when you visited legally, he had a cleaner and cleaner report sheet. He hadn't gotten into a lick of trouble since you 'left'.

It was 11:40 p.m.

About an hour past 'lights out' at Happy Trails. You unlocked the gate, entered, locked it again, and headed for the right cell block. Then you unlocked an outer door, went down a few dark back hallways, through another doorway or two, another hall or three, waited for some guards to pass, silently crept past the other prisoners asleep in their cells, unlocked Yancy's cell, and finally shut the door behind you.

You snuck up, gently easing onto your knees at his bedside, he was fast asleep. You gently shook him, cooing his name. "Yancy... Yancy...?" You whispered, brushing his soft hair out of his face. It was a mess of curls when he didn't have it greased back.

"Hmmmmm?" He groaned, rolling over onto his side, his eyes opening slightly. He was so used to your late night visits he didn't even flinch. "Oh, its youse... happy birthday too..." he said softly, closing his eyes again. You smiled, your heart swelled at the fact that he remembered.

"Yeah, my 21st," you whispered.

"Mmm, 21st, ain't youse so young... gotten youself a couple'a shots yet?" He asked chuckling, tired. He'd probably only been asleep about half an hour.

You sighed, smiling. This man was half asleep in bed making sleepy conversation. "Um, not yet, I was hoping you'd tag along..." you whispered.

Please say yes, please say yes, please say-

"Come on y/n, youse know if I gets caught, it'll be solitary for weeks. And you may end up back in 'ere..." he said, rolling onto his back.

"What if we don't get caught? Hmm? Just one date?"

The last statement surprised him. You knew because he opened his eyes, and propped himself on his elbow, turning towards you. "Date? I ain't been on a date before..." he said surprised. "D-Did I say date? I-I mean, it doesn't- I just thought-" your face had flushed red.

He chuckled slightly, nodded a little, and sat up. "Alright, alright, we can head out for a few drinks. But then we come right back, okay?" He said, and you nodded, standing up happily. He pulled on a shirt and shoes. Not that it mattered, you had clothes in a dufflebag for him. He'd change once the two of you were outside.

He looked in a mirror a moment, before reaching for a small plastic tub. You stopped him and said "I like your hair loose... besides, you won't have to shower again before you get back."

"Youse smart, y'know?" He teased, before you both left.

He knew his ways out, you knew yours. Both were pretty fast, so you picked an option and went with it. Once outside, you passed him the dufflebag and told him to go change, which he hesitantly did so. Then, you were keeping watch outside the storage shed he changed in. Your eyes followed cars as they drove by on the far off road. Safety distance, since this was a prison.

You also kept your eyes out for the guards. When you knew it was safe for a few moments, you quickly changed in a different building. You were done much earlier than Yancy, most likely because he was used to tshirts and prison sweats.

Suddenly you heard a sound. You looked to see Yancy messing with his hair. Your eyes widened, and lips parted slightly in shock. Even if you had bought the clothes and knew exactly what they looked like, you didn't know what they looked like on him. Now Yancy was always handsome to you, but damn. Prison clothes weren't doing him justice.

You hadn't been sure what to get, so you went with a gray dress shirt and some black jeans. He still wore the white prison shirt under, leaving the dress shirt unbuttoned and he'd rolled the sleeves up. The boots you'd stolen from Mark fit Yancy rather well. He looked normal, like what a free man would. He deserved to be free, even if he didn't realize it.

Your eyes watched him as he looked at himself, saying "Not used to wearin' clothes like these. Youse sure about dis?" Then he looked up at you, stopping in his tracks. He only saw you in your stealth outfit, or whatever strange disguises you managed whenever you came on Visitation Day. But not in casual clothes, not going anywhere as yourself. He smiled slightly, and said "Y-Youse look nice." You smiled, looking down, a little embarassed.

"Thanks..." you gushed, before he walked up, and patted his hands on the sides of his legs, unsure of what to do. He hadn't been out in years. Many, many years. You looked at him, and then gestured for him to follow. "I already know a bar, someplace quiet, shouldn't be too busy."

"Alright, let's go then."

The bar was not quiet.

The bar was busy.

Dozens of people, eating, drinking, singing along to a classic jukebox which blared out of older speakers. Yancy looked around as people threw darts and each other around the place. You saw two people get up and start to leave, so you quickly grabbed Yancy's arm and guided him over to the seats. You both sat down, and he looked around curiously, fidgeting with the shirt collar.

"Youse sure about this? I didn't think this would be youses kind'a scene..." he said, and you shrugged. "It's not my favorite, but it's"-memories of the others getting drunk and rowdy filled your head-"...familiar."

"So what's it you want?" Asked the bartender, now standing infront of you two across the bar. "Um, not sure, didn't really plan it out..." you said nervously, looking down a little. The bartender seemed a little impatient, but Yancy casually said "Two doubles, scotch."

The bartender nodded and went off to his work. He returned, set down the glasses, and poured them. "Been a while since I've had one of these..." Yancy said, picking up the glass and watching it a moment. You grabbed yours. The shot glass was thick, and the scotch was a dark golden color. You weren't sure what to expect. Yancy held his out to you, and you smiled and tapped your glass on his, then against the bar, the downed it in one fell swoop.

He stared a moment, as you exhaled sharply. From what you tasted, it was an earthy sort of caramel flavor, with something a little more bitey. He chuckled, taking his a little slower, with less gusto than you had taken yours. He set his glass down on the bar, and out of nowhere a female voice said "Hey there... where are you from?"

Both Yancy and yourself looked to see a woman sitting down in the bar seat next to Yancy. She had a look in her eye, commonplace at bars. You had to admit, she was good looking. That worried you. Technically, Yancy and yourself weren't a thing... He wouldn't be interested, would he?

"Ohio," Yancy answered innocently. He wasn't naive, and knew exactly what she was up to... right?

"Really now?" She said with a smirk, and then introduced herself. "Yancy," he said. You began to worry. The Ohio answer was one thing, he didn't need to be getting swept up into conversation. You, however, were not up for confrontation at the moment. You waved down the bartender and ordered another shot while Yancy wasn't watching. Maybe enough alcohol would calm you down. You didn't want to get drunk, but you didn't wanna get possessive either.

It was a few more shots later, and a bit of conversation between Yancy and the woman later, that you felt this dread in your gut. A pit of worry and jealousy that wasn't quite familiar. You looked over, listening to them talk. Every time she replied to him, in that annoying 'trying to be flirty and sexy' tone, the pit worsened.

"Street boy? Hmm..."

Your body trembled a moment.

"Singing?

Your leg began to bounce anxiously.

"Dance? Now that's something. Didn't think you needed to be a muscle man for musical numbers," she said winking at him, caressing his bicep. That was the line she shouldn't have crossed. You stood suddenly, ready to fuck her up, but you were kinda drunk, and had stumbled into someone. A very large, very intimidating, very temperamental someone. He turned, glared, and grabbed you by the shoulder. "Watch it kid," he growled.

Suddenly he stumbled back, a red spot forming on his face, and beside you Yancy. The prison man stepped infront of you defensively, and glared harshly at the man, fists still clenched. His mood shifted so suddenly, and you worriedly asked "Yance?"

"Hush, doll," he said softly, as the other man stood back up. He tilted his neck to each side, and a series of cracks erupted from the joints. Then he said lowly "Bad move punk."

"Word of advice, walk away," said Yancy, not a whisper of fear. The man glared, and the bar patrons seemed to watch, either choosing a side or stepping away. You glanced back at the stool, and sighed. You started this, might as well make it interesting.

"Ready Yancy?" You asked. "Always," he replied, putting his fists up again. You immediately seized the stool, with a sudden clarity of sobriety, and threw it, knocking the man down.

So it began.

There was the clamber and chaos of a good ol' classic bar fight. Chairs being thrown, pool cues snapped, bottles shattered. People yelled, screamed, and fought. You had your back to Yancy, and his back was to you, as you both kept attackers off one another.

As a majority were either unconscious or had bolted, you both panted and stood a moment, before looking at one another. "Shows what I get for leavin' with youse for a night..." he teased, chuckling. You rolled your eyes and wearily rubbed blood off his broken lip with your thumb. He licked them, before glancing at your own.

He almost seemed to lean in a moment, before suddenly you could hear the police sirens. "Ah fuck," Yancy said in despair, looking towards the front door and windows, where red and blue lights seemed to be approaching. You immediately grabbed his arm, and you both rushed to a back door. You climbed over boxes and crates and anything, eager to escape.

Once you both made it out, you hurried back to Happy Trails. There was still a lot of commotion, so you waited until the heat died down a little before changing. Yancy made his way over the wall, but before you could, he stopped you and said "It's best youse lay low a while. Don't need you stuck waitin' for parole too. But, I'll see youse around, and, uh, thanks. Tonight was, well, interesting to say da least." He smiled, his eyes squinting up adorably as he chuckled. You nodded, and glanced down a moment, but a smile found your face anyways.

"Alright... but Visitation Day, you're stuck with me," you assured. He laughed and nodded. "Wouldn't want it any other way. Night y/n," he said, before pulling away from the gate. But you quickly reached forward, grabbing his shirt. Your face began to flush red, but you had a bit of courage in you. He looked confused, and you pulled him close again, and once he was close enough, you pull his face to yours before he can resist.

Your lips found his, and even if the kiss wasn't that comfortable, given the bars separating you two, it wasn't bad. Not bad at all. It was soft and warm and sudden. When you both pulled away, Yancy's cheeks had been tickled pink. He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling slightly. "W-Why'd youse do that now?" He gushed, unable to meet your eye a moment, his cheeks getting redder.

"Cause I think I'm in love with you," you said shyly, head still foggy from the alcohol, but you were sure of your answer.

"Oh, good, glad we're on the same page," he chuckled, before giving you a reassuring smile and backing away. This time, it was a little easier to let him go. You both glanced back once more at each other before going your separate ways.

Epilogue

You stood outside Happy Trails, nervously waiting. It was almost 6:30 in the evening. As the sun set on this late year day, you saw him. The classic black suit provided by the correction facility for recent releases looked pretty good on him. Walking beside him was Mr. MurderSlaughter, and he walked him all the way to the gate, and you could hear him talking.

"I'll be the first to say, we just might miss you around here Yancy. I'm also not afraid to say I was surprised to see I'd be letting you go today, or any day to be honest. I'm proud of you," said the man, and Yancy smiled.

"Well, I had something worth fightin' for on the outside waitin' for me," he said simply, looking to see you waiting, obviously excited. The gate was opened. Yancy stepped out.

For the first time as a free man in a very long time.

He set down the single suitcase he had, and tugged his suit jacket in place. You rushed up, which caught him by surprise, and you hugged him closely. After greetings and heartfelt words, you pulled away and smiled up at him. "Where to, doll?" He asks, his hands still at your waist. Your eyes speckled with tears of joy as you replied, "Home."

[pillowfluffs]

A Bit of Jealousy | Im Changkyun

Pairing: Changkyun X Reader (female)

Genre: fluff, angst

Request: “hi! I saw that your requests are open, may I request an angsty yet fluffy thing with changkyun? like... you both are engaged but you wanted to make an special surprise for their anniversary, but he thinks she's cheating? 👀👀👀 if it's a little complicated, you don't have to do it. thanks in advance!” -anon

Author’s Note: dw anonnie, I didn’t ignore your request 😤I got into writing it so it took be a bit, and it took be even longer since dialogue messes with me a bit, but hopefully this wasn’t too long of a wait for you 🥺 Thank you for requesting!! I hope you all enjoy! 

He surrounded himself with the low basses of the new song he was stuck on, immersing himself with the music he had made so far yet there were no lyrics to go with it. He leaned back in his chair for the nth time with a sigh, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands. How did this happen? The world around him, the world he knew, thought he knew, felt who distorted. He felt empty and he could tell it was already getting to him. Within his own creating process, he usually did these two parts hand in hand: playing with synthesizers, producing various beats, different rhythms and the lyrics would flood his mind like a plague. It felt like the gears in his mind would turn faster and faster, soaring higher into the sky on his little cloud Lyrics would flow through his head like a river after a storm. But nothing came. The world felt like it was crumbling beneath his feet as he sat in his chair, the lights in his studio dimmed down with only his monitors and equipment being his only source of distraction.

He felt drained when he did only a small fraction of what he usually did and he knew why. You. He rubbed the shiny ring around his ring finger out of habit whenever he was deep in thought or just missing you. He loved you, yes. You were his bride to be, yes. Though, the thought of you after what he saw today made a fire burn inside of him. He hated how deep the pit inside of him was. No matter how many times he thought it over, the pit grew a little bit deeper with no resolution. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees, resting his forehead in his folded hands as he went through the day in his mind, once again.

The bedroom was filled with a haze that felt like pure home. The aura in the room would make the two of you feel truly at home and nothing could replace it. The room was still with slumber, the bed sheets wrinkled from how much the two of you turned in bed. It was a bit messy but it was cozy and it was home. The room was spacious for the two of you with simple white walls, gray curtains, and a fuzzy carpet.

Feeling your mind come alive, one thought appeared after the other like flowers blooming after seeing the sun after a spell of time, you woke to the soft touch of Changkyun’s arms wrapped loosely around your waist, his low breaths tickling your ear. His body was warm feeling his chest pressed against your back. Your lips naturally curled upward as you turned in his arms, resting half of your body on his, your chin meeting his arm with your leg rubbed against his. He looked so comfortable whenever he slept which made you want to go back to sleep most of the time. You cupped his face in your hand, your eyes unable to leave his features- the face, the person, the soul you fell in love with a few years ago. Your ring glistened in the faint sunlight that shone through the curtains, the precious gem sparkling into your eyes, the thing you that told you you were really his and a similar thing on his finger, signifying he was really yours. His skin was smooth under your thumb as you lightly grazed his cheek, making a curve line by rubbing your thumb side to side. Your brought your face closer to his, taking his face with your other hand, unable to get enough of the love of your life.

He suddenly brought your hands up, bringing them around yours. He caught your hands in his, the one he grew to love the more he held them, the longer he held them. They fit so well in his hands like puzzle pieces.

“Good morning, to you too,” his voice was deep and rich, making your heart flutter in his chest as he brought your hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to them. “You’re up early,” he spoke, tucking a strand of hair behind you ear. He wrapped his leg around yours beneath the cover. The two of you were tangled with each other on the bed, almost always, taking in the feeling of having you in his arms and his skin on yours. It was a feeling he basked in, never getting tired of being around you or your touch on his skin, in his body.

“I did go to sleep earlier than you,” you said, which was true. By the time Changkyun returned from the studio, you were fast asleep. It wasn’t his fault he had to stay so late, though. A comeback for the group was approaching, a couple weeks away and as they gained popularity, they had to top the last comeback. They had their own flavor when it came to their music, the sound of their songs, the way they moved to the music, how they looked, everything- they had their own flavor when it came to what they did and they made sure everyone never forgot the taste they created. But making this taste took time, sacrifice, things like experiences that you sometimes may never get back, but meeting you, Changkyun didn’t care about how many experiences he missed out on if it meant a different one with you by his side for the rest of his life.  

“How about you, then? You were at the studio all day. I didn’t even get to see you,” you pouted just a little, teasing him. After being together for awhile now, you adapted to his lifestyle since it was distinctly different. He called and texted whenever he could but he buried himself away in his cave of a studio with Jooheon and other producers when it was time to create.

“Well, I felt my beautiful fiancé awake so I just had to wake up to see her beautiful face,” his voice quiet as he leaned his head your closer, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “But I’m all yours today. We can do whatever you want.”

The two of you eventually slid out of bed, stepping into the bathroom. The two of you were best friends, lovers, and now each other’s fiancé. You two were glued hip and hip in the bathroom as the two of you brushed your teeth, jamming to the music that played on his phone. He occasionally leaned over and bumped his hip to yours to the beat of the music, his eyes unable to leave your reflection in the mirror. He’d already seen all of you that he could but the feelings, the butterflies that fluttered in his chest always felt new.

Throughout the house, the walls were decorated with pictures of you and him, some taken with friends and the walls always having enough space for future memories to be made and experienced. It wasn’t the biggest house, wasn’t the smallest either, but it was home where he could be who he was with you beside him. He prepared breakfast downstairs as you got dressed and he stayed in his pajamas, which was really just his bare upper body while he wore sweats but you didn’t mind at all- it just meant you had two meals to savor. The kitchen was filled with a sweet aroma as he made waffle after waffle, pouring syrup over his own stack and added the toppings you liked for your own stack. His raspy voice sang along to the songs that played on his phone, in his own little world. He didn’t even hear your steps over the cool tiled floor, only noticing you when you snaked your hands around him from behind, resting your head on his back between his shoulder blades.

You sung along to the other part of the song that happened to be playing, this time it was your turn to rock side by side with him. He smiled widely, feeling himself melt when your voice matched so well with the music. He could listen to you sing endlessly but whenever he tried to get you to sing with him, you shied away. It was such a prize for him whenever you sang. He soaked up the way your voice reverberated off the walls, your voice matching the original singer’s voice with little effort. He couldn’t contain the smile that spread on his face, his dimples caved in on his cheeks, the way you peppered kisses on his shoulder blade, the way your featherlike touch tickled his shoulder as you traced over his tattoos. God he was so sexy in your eyes and for him, he couldn’t get enough of you.

He took your hands in his once again and turned in your grasp, meeting your face. You wore a simple, casual shirt with sweatpants, your hair messily tied up but he never cared. What you wore or how you looked never hindered his feelings for you. You didn’t have to doll up your face, caking makeup over it to hide your natural skin tone, “blemishes” according to society which were deemed to be imperfect but you looked so human to him. You looked so natural and raw compared to others today. You were you. Your voices filled the kitchen as he began to sing with you, singing horribly off key to make you laugh, which worked. As the waffle cooked, he twirled you around, spinning you around all over the kitchen but also kept a close eye on it so it wouldn’t burn. The only lights in the kitchen was a single ray of sunshine that peeked in, shining onto the ground and the light over stove but it was enough. He could adore you in any lighting and never get bored as you felt the same for him. It felt like it was humanly impossible to love someone this much but here he was loving you. You made him feel vulnerable but he could feel so vividly how you felt about him, it drove him a bit crazy for him to think how infatuated he was with you.

He pulled out the chair for you, pushing it in as you sat down. With the stove fan off, the house was suddenly still and peaceful, occasionally hearing birds singing outside. It was such a perfect day for the two of you and he wanted time to slow down already before it even began. He brought over the stacks of waffles and a plate of extras he had prepared along with a tray of toppings to the side of the neatly yet also aesthetically pleasing table he had organized for the two of you to share breakfast. To be extra fancy for the hell of it, Changkyun poured two glasses of orange juice in tall wine glasses.

“Happy anniversary.” He raised his glass before the two of you could begin eating.

“Happy anniversary, Kyunnie.” You brought your glass to his with a clink. You stood up and brought your lips to his for a sweet kiss before he could take a sip, feeling the smile spread on his lips as he thought about what he must’ve done in his past life to have you in his life. Today marked the day the two of you got together as a couple four years ago.

Pacing around his studio, Changkyun was restless. He couldn’t keep himself still when his mind accelerated. The place he felt like he could escape to only comforted him a little. How did the day that was meant to be spent celebrating the day the two of you got together end up like this? He could only imagine what his phone must’ve been going through but he tossed that thought to the side, the urge to check his phone away. He discarded the device to his couch when he came to the studio, locking himself in. Did he really mean anything to you? He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t believe what you did today, what he saw today. He tried to drown himself in the music, failing to do so as he resurfaced again and again, his mind resurfacing to you.

“I can go with you,” he said, standing from his spot at his desk, his personal little studio at home and leaned in the doorway to his little office.  

“No, really Kyun. I think it’ll be faster if I just go alone,” you insisted, a bit rushed as you slipped into your shoes. “Ah, I really have to go. I’ll see you later today,” you said as you checked your phone, barely sparing him a glance as you spoke. You rushed the kiss you left on his cheek, your eyes still glued to your phone. He could see how your lips twitched as you tried to hide a smile, only letting it show when you were halfway out the door, rushing away. What was going on?

Changkyun usually went with the flow of things but with you, with the way you were acting just now, he couldn’t help but let suspicion percolate in his body. It was unnatural of you. And it really said something since he trusted you with his life. He anticipated today to spend time together, enjoying each other on your guys’ special day. No big gifts or surprises or anything but you left him alone without telling him anything, leaving him in the dark.

Out of instinct and curiosity spiked with suspicion, he quickly got dressed into something casual, jeans, a t-shirt, and a hooded jacket, and headed out. He made his way toward the street shopping center that was only a couple blocks away from your house. The roads were purposefully closed for only pedestrians and shoppers and on the long street, there were multiple shopping stores and people packed this area at night, especially during summer when multitudes of vendors opened, selling delicious foods and offered many games, bargaining with tourists and locals. With a quick jog, he realized two things: first, you weren’t a fast walker since he was able to see you walk into a cafe after successfully catching up, spotting you out of pure luck and second, he really needed to hit the gym again. The way he was struggling to catch his breath after a five minute jog from the house blew his mind as he panted clutching his chest in exaggeration. He panted and stepped into the store across the street of the cafe. It was a little store but filled with stationery. Many young adults filled the shop as they did their own things, making the perfect curtain for Changkyun to see you. From here, he pretended to shop while having a clear way to see you in the cafe. The area was somewhat busy since it was still early but it surprised him how many places were open already and people were already shopping. However, he used this to his advantage so he could easily hide and blend in if you were to ever see him.

When he saw you sit by yourself at the cafe, eyes again glued to your phone, he suddenly felt a wave of reality wash over him. He began to smile, laughing at himself for coming all the way here, mentally slapping himself for even letting his mind stray to doubting you as the first thing when you acted strange. You sat with your own drink but he still wondered why you didn’t just tell him- he would’ve been fine bringing you here himself or even getting some to bring back. But before he left, he stood still when he saw you suddenly look at someone, standing from your seat to give them a hug. Suddenly, everyone around him went silent, the store he stood in went quiet but in reality, it was just his world that went mute. He felt himself freeze in place as he looked across the empty street to the cafe, seeing you smile fondly with Hyungwon, leaving with him. Why were you with Hyungwon of all people? Why didn’t you tell him you were with a member of his group? Why were you with Hyungwon? On your anniversary of all days as well.

In search of a clear answer, he continued to follow the two of you from a safe distance, always going into the store across the street or wherever he could across the street, keeping a close eye on the two of you. Questions kept appearing in his mind the longer he followed the two you going deeper into the street, shopping for a longer time in multiple stores together, very close side by side. You led him from store to store, the conversation never seeming to end between the two of you. The clothes store, jewelry store, grocery store, etc. Why were you with Hyungwon? It was this question he kept asking himself but couldn’t think of a reason as to why. You held up shirts and sweaters, smiling, only to put it back after you shook your head and had a brief discussion and Hyungwon looked at it, holding it up to his own body.

It felt like his spirit was being crushed to dust the longer he had to watch you smile at another man, a taller, skinnier, more handsome man that he envied knowing how many people adored him.

But he slapped himself mentally once again, harder this time. There must’ve been a clear answer and you would tell him right? You two were going to be married after all. Reaching into his pocket, he dialed your phone number, the number he called the most out of all his contacts. He watched carefully, hearing the device call yours in his ear.

You paused the conversation hearing your phone ring in your pocket. You suddenly froze a bit when you saw it was Changkyun.

“Hello?” You spoke calmly on the phone but he didn’t miss the gesture you made to pause Hyungwon’s words, the way the light around your persona dimmed just the slightest when you saw his name on your phone.

“Hey, where are you?” He asked, pretending he wasn’t hurt. Putting on the facade he was clueless, the facade that everything was okay and he didn’t feel a wound being slowly pierced into his chest.

“Kyun, I can’t talk. I’ll be home later, okay?” You evaded, giving a glance to Hyungwon as he watched you speak.

“Yeah, I know. We just planned to watch a movie… So where are you?” He could feel his facade slipping like a mask coming loose around his head.

“Where I am, right….” You repeated, sending a worried look to the tall one. He watched it all like a sick movie, ignoring the searing burn in his throat as he swallowed. “I’m helping my mom with something, sorry I have to go,” you spoke after Hyungwon mouthed something to you but the phone didn’t pick up his words.

“Oh, okay then,” he said nonchalantly. It felt like he was putting the facade on for himself than you as he said these last words. “I love you.”

“Love you too, bye,” you said, hanging up. He missed the relieved look on your faces as the two of you continued shopping. He began to walk toward the end of the block, walking around a couple more before he was at the company building where the streets were busier with traffic. This had done it. He let the facade, the mask he had on fall onto the road, crushing it to nothing as he stepped over it. The piercing wound became a tear, a tear that repeated until there was nothing but little pieces that looked like an impossible puzzle. He felt cold as the sun hid behind the clouds, the day turning gloomy, matching the way he felt. With a fast pace, he kept his hood up, fists buried in his pockets. Stepping into the cool air of the lobby, he nodded at the receptionist who politely bowed, letting him through into the building. After waiting a brief moment, he steed into the empty elevator that played variety of the songs of the various groups under the company. The ride was short but slow. He focused on the song playing, only to realize it was his group’s song, the sound of Hyungwon’s voice making him feel bitter. With a couple strides down the brightly lit hall filled with framed posters of all the groups under the company and a swift finger scan, he stepped into the one place he felt like he could let the ropes he was holding, go. Hearing the door lock behind him with a satisfying click acted like a switch for him, like a signal telling him he was concealed. He let the silence in the room consume him.

The various emotions he felt coalesced into one big mess, bundling, compressing together into a storm inside of him. With a burst of strength, he threw his phone into the cushions of the couch. The device’s flat side slapped against the firm leather cushions of the couch. He dejectedly flung himself into his chair, leaning back, letting out a heavy sigh, looking across the studio. He remembered the day you stayed up late and with him to decorate it. You helped him frame the posters from his favorite movies, help assemble his chair and push the couches and table around as he followed the wordy instructions to build his desk. Although there was only a single framed picture of the two of you on his desk, there were still parts and prints and memories of you all over his studio and he couldn’t for get it. Jealously made him sour and he hated it. He took in everything he could, every sound in an attempt to distract, pull his mind away from the jealous thoughts he had in his mind, but there was nothing. The room was sound proofed. How useful for any other time except now. He was left alone to his thoughts.

“I’m home,” you called excitedly, unknowing the house was completely empty. You hid the bag containing your anniversary gift to Changkyun behind your body in case he was in the living room, but he was nowhere to be seen. “Kyun?” You called out. “Are you here?” You asked as you laid on the first section of the steps, calling upstairs. You heard nothing but the sound of your heart beating in your ears. Sitting on the steps, the later afternoon sun shined through the skylight on the roof of the house. Pulling out your phone, you checked your messages and calls, seeing none from Changkyun. Where was he? Clicking on his contact, you called his number, pressing the cold screen of your device against your ears. Your fingers twisted around the handles of the bag containing his gift sat beside you on the stairs, hearing the call go to voicemail. You checked your messages and voicemails one more time just to be sure, but alas, you saw nothing from him.

“Hey where are you?” You texted him but the message didn’t have the usual delivered message after. Was his phone off? You didn’t know what to think since he hadn’t told you anything. You stood from the stairs and began your surprise, taking the opportunity to get ready while Changkyun was out.

Looking at the time, you were taken a bit back, not realizing you spent so long with Hyungwon today to find a gift for Changkyun. You washed your hands and tied your hair back, preparing the dishes you wanted to make for dinner which consisted of some of your favorites and his favorites. As you washed the vegetables, you couldn’t help but think about Changkyun’s whereabouts, however. You mentally slapped yourself on the wrist for not looking for his gift earlier. The two of you had known each other for four years now and to be engaged in a a couple months but you wanted to make sure it was perfect with the help of Hyungwon.

You stood home alone in the kitchen as time passed, hours rolling by one after the other. Changkyun was still not home. You even made sure to take your time with things but even when all that time passed, he still hadn’t come home. Setting the final dish down, you felt accomplished seeing the dishes you were able to make but as you sat down at the table, the silence settled down around you, the notion that you were alone and have been alone for the last couple hours unsettled you. Grabbing your phone, to your dismay, there were no messages or anything from Changkyun. Opening your messages, the message was finally delivered but unread. Where could he be?

You pressed his contact, holding the cold device on your ear only to hear it repeatedly lead you to the beep to leave a message at the end. You repeatedly sent texts to him only for none of them to be heard. Where was he? You sat alone in the kitchen, as worry slowly began to percolate inside.

“Hyungwon, do you know where Changkyun is?” You sent the message to Hyungwon, going back to trying to call him only for the cal to be disrupted by Hyungwon’s own call to you.

“He’s not home?”

“When I came home, he wasn’t here and he still hasn’t returned any of my calls or messages,” you looked to his bagged gift in the seat beside you. “He didn’t tell me anything while we were out.. did he tell you anything?” You asked, fiddling with the corner of the bag in your hand. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of the dishes you made, making your stomach growl a bit after having really eaten anything since breakfast. 

“No, nothing. I’ll ask the others and let you know.”

You sat still in your seat, repeatedly trying to call him and message him, scraping your mind for even the smallest things he possible could’ve said that you missed earlier today, but alas, there was none.

Changkyun sat back, reclined in his seat, his voice low as he mindlessly hummed to the rhythm of the synthesizers and bass mixed for a sample of a song on repeat. At this point, he could recite note for note, beat for beat because of how many times it played, doing its best to drone out thoughts in his mind. But it wasn’t mainly the thoughts that made him feel this burn inside him, no, it was his emotions, the notion that you could’ve been with anyone else in the world and today was proof enough- it was jealousy.

The lights in the room were off, leaving the ones behind his monitors on his desk that changed colors, from one gradient to another. His eyes felt tired after staring at the colors as they glistened on the wall and glass displays beside his desk but it was only his eyes. Then, the office phone the company used on his desk rang, the red light flashing. For the first time in hours, Changkyun paused the music, hearing the sudden silence crash into his ears like when someone jumps into water and then the water suddenly surrounds you.

“Hello?” He asked monotonously.

“Changkyun? You’ve been at the studio this entire time? Have you seen your phone?” The familiar voice of one of his members sounded in his ears. He subconsciously clenched his jaw but felt immediately inferior to the older member. Of course you chose Hyungwon. A lot of people did, and it cracked his heart.

“Shouldn’t you be comforting Y/N?” He spit back, a subtle kick in his words.

“Why would I be with Y/N? It’s your guys’ anniversary.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause by the looks of today, it seemed more like your guys’” he practically scoffed at his words, the feeling of betrayal flooding in as he now spoke with Hyungwon. Still sitting in the dark, the colors changed over his face, the lights still following their pattern.

“You saw us- Go home, Changkyun. Answer your cellphone.” Hyungwon demanded, the pieces for him coming together.

“Why should I listen to you?” Changkyun gripped he phone, contemplating on hanging up, leaving him cut off.

“Just go home. It’s all a misunderstanding but you need to hear it from Y/N,” his voice desperate.

He held the phone, hesitant to say or do anything, but alas, he did as Hyungwon told and hung up. He grabbed his phone off the couch, seeing the tens of messages and calls you left him, though only a few voicemails he listened to. They were all filled with your frantic voice that you just wanted him to come home and to call you back. He could feel a ripple of guilt that began to grow as he walked faster to the point he was jogging home. The fastest way would be through the mall he found you and Hyungwon walking through, but like almost always, it was filled with people as they filled the streets, buying foods and shopping from the numerous vendors. Bodies were pressed through the brightly lit street as people waddled their way through the crowd, trying to buy or see or eat more, making it difficult for Changkyun to get home to you.

You sniffled to yourself, now seated in the living room of your home where he sat earlier today, holding one of his pillows in your arms in the quiet living room with a single lamp on for light. You admired how your ring sparkled in the low light, wishing he would come back soon. Your fingers circled around the wrinkly, worn soft fabric of the case, leaning into the warmth you emitted into the fabric.

He moved as fast as he could through the crowd, maneuvering over the masses of bodies around. He squeezed around, going around others as fast as he could through the mall. The entire area’s atmosphere was filled with a foggy smoke from all the hot foods being sold by the vendors. The smells wafted into his nose as he passed, his stomach grumbling with hunger. He didn’t even realize he had spent the bulk of the day at the studio today without eating anything since breakfast. He finally broke free from the crowd and toward the clear sidewalks of the neighborhoods. The night sky was clear and there were just barely traces of light pink and dark purples far off in the distant horizon, the breeze blowing through his clothes and hair as it bounced with every step as he jogged.

By the time he got to the end of your block, he panted once again as he did earlier, the thought of hitting the gym resurfacing. Standing in front of the house beneath the starry night sky, he was surrounded by the chirps of crickets and the sound of his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Catching his final breaths, he approached the front door. With a cool breeze blowing by and he sound of his keys jingling in his hand on the knob, the door opened to the dimly lit house, the first thing he saw was the lamp in the corner. But then he saw you. You jolted up in your seat as he stepped in, releasing a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in as he pushed off his shoes to the side but stopped when he was out, not even realizing what to do with himself now that he was here. He was speechless.

“Kyun,” your voice wavered slightly as you stood, the blanket that was draped over your legs slid off to the ground, pooling at your ankles. “What you saw today, there’s nothing between Hyungwon and I.” You were suddenly before him in a couple of strides. He could see your worn eyes despite having not shed a single tear- not yet at least.

“Then what was it?” He asked, a part of him wanting to infuse venom into his words but another part silencing himself from doing so. The word “misunderstanding” in Hyungwon’s voice sounded in his head.

“It was this,” you said as you stepped into the kitchen, the cold tiles at the bottom of your feet as you snatched his gift in the bag, bringing it back to him. “I know we promised to not do any gifts, I couldn’t help myself but by the time I finally decided to get something, I realized I couldn’t think of anything to get you that would feel perfect enough for you,” you stammered over your words as they came out, feeling like the foundation you built yourself emotionally was crumbling around the edges. “I asked Hyungwon to help me and I hate that I couldn’t make a decision earlier so I could’ve spent all day with you.” You could feel a single tear cascade down your cheek leaving a wet trail over your dry skin. You swallowed over a lump that formed as you spoke, your eyes fell to his hands holding the bag, unable to bring yourself up to see his. You felt ashamed and embarrassed at the same time- ashamed you couldn’t be decisive sooner and embarrassed you couldn’t even look in your own fiancé’s eyes.

Changkyun stood speechless, not able to move his body a single inch. It felt like a cool sensation dropped down his stomach, raising goosebumps all over his body. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, not knowing what he could possibly say, no- he didn’t know where to start.

“I’m so dumb, I should’ve just got-“

“The only dumb person in this house is me,” he cut you off quietly as he embraced you into his arms with the rustling sound of the bag swinging in his hand, catching you off guard. “I let my emotions get the best of me and I should’ve just trusted you. I- I-“ he sighed, not knowing how to continue. “My mind assumed the worst when I saw the two of you two in the mall today. I should’ve just stayed home, answered my phone at least,” he spoke, his arms not letting up. “I’m sorry,” he brought his hand to hold the back of your head, fingers combing through your hair when you accepted his embrace, taking him into your own. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Could you forgive me?” He held your shoulders, breaking away from the hug.

“Of course, Kyun. You’re my fiancé after all.” You took his face in your hands, bringing your lips to his as his hands rested on your hips. “I love you,” you mumbled against his plump lips, his touch never leaving you.

“I love you too, and happy anniversary.” He dipped you backwards a bit, holding your back firmly before he brought his lips back to yours.

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[selinakidreams]

Ship your moots!!!

👁y’all done it now, I was WAITING for this one OO I’m gonna spoil my moots SO bad ! I love you guys 👁

this is gonna be long I’m so sorry

@keishinslove - carter,,,, I love you and I love you w me mister keishin ukai- NOT just because that’s your ✨mans✨ but because I fuckin see it with my eyes. mister man is out here smoking a cig while he waits for you to get off of work. everyone is out here looking at him like “who dat b he’s sexy” and then you walk out and he drops the smoke on the floor, steps on it, and smiles as you make eye contact. You smile too, finally allowing exhaustion take over as you slump in the welcoming hug he pulls you into. He’s like, “I know baby, let’s go home and I can make us some ramen and tea.” The rest of the night is full of terribly sung songs, heavy MAKEOUT sessions (maybe more) and feathered touches along your skin. He’ll take good care of you (in every means) and that’s all I want for you <3

@alto-march-of-death al I ship you with tsukki- now let me tell you why. I see you with someone who’s very reserved with who they show their emotions to,, now because you deal with youngsters,,,,,,,,, that’s a lot of energy put towards you all at once. Tall blond dino dude will be there for you but in ways that make you feel special and the lack of energy he shows is almost calming to you. like like I just see on a day where zoom has been a bit too much and parents were DUMb- you slink over to your couch- after class is over- to find tsukki there, watching animal planet, and bam you plop down and curl up in his side- no words needed. His eyes don’t leave the screen but a long fingered hand lands on your thigh, his thumb doing that thing that makes butterflies flutter in your rib cage. It’s peaceful. Nice.

@kmorgzz ENERGY. POSITIVITY. COMPASSION. All things you and hinata share <3 OOOOOO KAR YOURE ALWAYS THE SWEETEST AND LET ME TELL YOU !!!! YOU DESERVE THAT SAME SWEETNESS. sorry I’m yelling but hear me out !!! You guys are always doing SOMETHING. he’s restless and you take on the energy he gives off. You guys tend to do stuff that you wanna do because whatever you want, he wants !! Normally, it’s outside (cause he’s the sun and he makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine !!) ; could be walks that lead into picnics or something super sweet!! Always wants to make sure you’re smiling !!!!!! ALWAYS. oh also he’s such a big himbo that he just—— yk what I’m gonna shut my trap just,, oh MAN he just loves you SO much and will never run out of ways to show you

@introloves Jax... FR fr I ship you and bokuto SO hard. like this man is and deserves sunshine— that is exactly what you are. TWO SUNSHINE BEINGS. I just SEE it. wholly. he’s just so open to everything and anything !!! Sometimes a bit.. daft... but you definitely talk him through things and he heavily appreciates that & everything you do for him. you know what,, y’all would soak in lavender baths together. Your back against his front, your eyes closed and body relaxed in the warm water; the sent of lavender following the steam that rises from the bath. He likes to play with your soft hair and whisper about how much he loves you and how you are one of the best people in his life. How did he ever get so lucky?

@novvabeam jackieeee,,, miss ma’am.. I ship you with daichi. lemme explain. This man is like a horse- not many can ride him but for those who do, it’s a lifelong partnership. Dude is so !! Into you it’s CRAZY. He is obsessed with how soft and kind you are one minute, and the next his head is spinning by how powerful and strong you can be. Mad respect™️. First date (idea suggested by you) was at this really cute local ice cream shop where you two bonded over how absolutely different your flavors were. I see it.

@pinkoushi ellen + Suga; clear as day. soft cuddles and every day fikas. very chaotic neutral energy but constant attention and praise is given. (Me trying not to make something based off my memories in Sweden but is gonna do it anyways) like I could see him being so excited to move to Sweden for the education system lowkey- but before he started the school year, you just wanted to take him around the country and visit all the “popular places” before settling down. Lots and lots of train rides. you would be sitting across from each other- you’re semi asleep, head pressed against the window and he’s just watching as the fleeting golden light hits you, making you all glowy. he feels so warm, so content.

@chaotickatts katts ;) I hear sakusa is calling your name. loud and clear. man puts up with NO bullshit and neither do you. Your communication skills are off the charts; calm cool, collected- that’s you two. But I also think that you add a lot more fun in his life- like he loves every second with you- he shows that he appreciates it in your guys’ shared love language, more often than not. And he adds this grounding element to your relationship that makes you feel capable of anything- and you make sure to tell him every day. I hc that people call you the parents of the group. Your guys’ bathroom is very clean, well organized, and used quite often. he loves seeing you in his jersey when you’re brushing your teeth, on your way to heading to bed, makes him feel all fuzzy,, a feeling that was quite foreign to him until you came along.

@spikesbimbo valentine... is that even a question- Aran. duh. Pretty lady, both of you are CRAZY for each other except he shows you in little ways (in public) that make your heart spin. You know those pictures of Vanessa hudgens and Austin butler?? the one where she’s twirling around and he’s just smiling? that’s the vibe I get in the relationship; you’re fun, loud, and outwardly fun while he’s just happy to be in your presence!! you make him laugh... a lot. It’s really refreshing to most of his friends. You and you’re cute goofy ass are just so important to him. I see it now- you guys are shopping at an outdoor mall, drinks in your hand and he’s carrying most of your guys’ purchases in one hand while the other is being swung by you. You’ve got big doe eyes as you look at every store, until you turn around, and flash him the biggest smile. “Want some? I’m almost out!” You’d say as you thrust him the drink. He’ll smile, a flash of pearly whites greeted you as he nodded and said a small “yeah,” before wrapping his lips around the straw.

@hajimeshon-ee menace, baby. it’s obviously gonna be iwa for you. big beefy to help you fight people who are being assholes. those same beefy arms that pull you in from behind- your back against his front. LOTS OF FUCKING FOREHEAD KISSES. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOURE POUTING TO HIM. sorry I don’t make the rules. He honestly thinks you’re the cutest thing, your fire matches his and sometimes actually stumps him to where he has no retorts. He likes to help you with your work sometimes, like when he sees it’s a bit too overwhelming for you, he’ll wordlessly sit down and take some of the papers that have been scattered across the table. Later you take the time to show him how grateful you are, wether it’s through a night where he gets to choose what both of you will watch or.. other things... he’ll appreciate every single second.

@kuroosusagichan meeeellll <3 business man kuroo is summoning you on his lap, he can’t focus unless you’re with him!! Oh GOD the dynamic Between you two makes me lightheaded!! Okay so idk is this is obvious but like dude has a size kink- not just sexually though. It’s like a cute AND sexy thing for him. Dude just loves how tiny and soft you are. But don’t get it twisted, he’s not completely fooled by your innocent act- you’re a clever little minx sometimes, but most of the time youre just the sweetest person. You’re like the angel that holds him back from being an asshole. He likes himself better when you’re around. Oh but he’ll also call you chibi-chan. Period. OH YEA! loves it when you show up to his place of work- no matter how swamped he is, he’ll always make time for his little sweetheart. You like to visit when you saw he was visibly stressed in the mornings, you bring him little things taht make him smile like his favorite iced tea or your a sweet lil cookie. He’ll make you stay with him for the rest of the day, doing your own separate things but also being in each other’s company relaxes the both of you.

@scorpiomoonslutt hey bitch, you needy lil whore <3 it’s gotta be Ushijima for me. Your size kink is just.................... thrown in his face and my god he’s living. You make him realize things he didn’t even think were possible- but anything is possible with you, apparently. The way his eyes go WIDE when he hears you SNAP at people. He had no idea that someone so small.. could shut someone up that fast... especially when it’s someone almost twice her size. He actually doesn’t even know how to react when the other person leaves, there’s wayyyy too many things going on in his head. He’s proud, impressed, turned on, curious, but most of all- speechless. He kinda... wants to see you do that again.

@dymphnasprose dymphna !! kyoutani!!! It just makes sense!! big angri boy needs parts on the head from a saint, such as yourself. He knows you’re not looking to fix him- which is why he allowed himself to open up to you. You love him just the way he is and it almost drove him a lil nuts. I could see the breaking point now- just before you two would get together. He would be yelling at you, screaming things like “how could you possibly like me ?” At first he wouldn’t let you get close to him but after several steps that never budged when he neared you, he gradually let you touch his heated skin. He was breathing heavy, trying to put together how someone so wonderful could be interested in someone who was so angry. I just feel that you would cup his face and whisper, “I like you because you’re you- it doesn’t matter who I am in comparison to you. I like you, taro.” There would be no need for gushy details, that alone opened a small part of his heart to love- throughout the years, the opening continued to grow and grow. He would be someone who just!! Loves you!!! And hates the rest of the world <3 idk I just love it jdbsjnd

[hitsuackerman]

Kisses and Distractions pt. 2

As requested by @babygirlmeepi​, here is the second part of Kisses and Distractions :) This is just pure fluff and a sprinkle of suggestive lemons ;) hope you like this :D

This can be read separately too, so enjoy :)

warnings: FLUFF (lots of it)

link: part 1

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3 days.

It had been 3 days since the two of you were kiss-blocked by the present and former #1 heroes. And here you were, chilling in your apartment. Wrapped like a burrito in your bed. You couldn’t remember the last time you had done this. The weather was just too perfect to resist the burrito-ness.

Today was a miracle. A day off with zero notifications in the last 7 hours. Sure, it was past 12 noon and that you should prepare lunch, there was just this irrational fear that once you step out, some villain attack would happen again.

Nope. No. You would rather stay in your home and starve. Or maybe just order take out. Unburrito-ing yourself, you rolled over to your nightstand and took your phone. You felt your cheeks blush at the sight of your new wallpaper.

You and Hawks hugging. His cheek squished as he leaned his head on yours. Framing the picture were his wings. Uneven but still gorgeous nonetheless. You had to hand it to the man, despite him looking goofy, he was still sexy. Your mind couldn’t help but think, how in the world did you manage to lure him?

Clicking on the FoodBear app, you scrolled past restaurants and fast food chains. What were you in the mood for? Pizza and a burger. Yes. Perfect.

Sitting up, you began to choose the flavor and type of burger till the home screen changed.

The picture of Hawks replacing it. Your heart raced at the thought of him calling you.

“Hey baby bird!” Hawks greeted over the phone. It was a tad noisy so you were sure he was calling and flying.

“Pidgy, don’t fly and call at the same time.” You teased him but the tone in your voice gave it away. It was difficult to suppress your happiness when it came to this birdman. “What can I do to help you?”

“The question is, how can I help you? You eaten lunch yet, babe?”

‘Oh lord that babe hit different’ You fangirled internally. Fanning yourself with your free hand in hopes to cool off the heat on your face.

“Not yet. You bringing some food over?”

“Yeah.” You swore he was smirking on the other line. “Me.”

“Hawks, I swear to god if you don’t bring me a slice of pizza and a burger I will eat y-” Shutting your mouth, you almost fell into his trap. Not that you’d mind. Real food was simply top priority for now.

“Now wouldn’t that be the perfect reason not to but take out?” He laughed. For you, it was such music to your ears. Your heart swelled knowing you made him happy. “Get dressed lovebird. I’m takin’ you out on a date.”

“Oh.” Your eyes fell on your messy wardrobe. Shit. “How long till you arrive?”

“I’m already outside. How convenient you have a balcony, am I right?” He ended the call.

“Hawks?” You yelled out from your room.

“Right here baby!” He responded. God damn, he really was here. “Take your time unless you want me to help you change!”

Face palming yourself, the thought of him laying on your bed, pinning you down, wasn’t that bad. But still, the two of you hadn’t even kissed yet so might as well go on a date with him. 

Standing up, you went out of your room only to be met by Hawks lounging on your sofa. Wings slightly open to make him rest his back. His hair was even messier from behind but still looked as soft as ever.

“Let me just shower and we can take our leave, okay?”

Turning to face you, he smirked at the sight before him. You, in an oversized shirt that hung just above your thighs. Your black shorts showing enough leg to tease him right.

“I envy the me in your shirt.” He pointed out while extending an arm to tug on your shirt.

Your eyes widened when you remembered this was the Hawks merch Ryukyu got you for the jokes. After that day, it had been your favorite. Not just for the person on the shirt but because the size was amazing and the material was breezy.

“Maybe if you play your cards right, this could end up being you.” You teased back. Booping his nose causing his golden eyes to expand. The hold on your shirt seemingly tightened.

“Damn. You flirty when you got no food in your system, chickadee~” Hawks commented as he lifted himself off the couch and landed right in front of you. His eyes exploring your face, lingering on your lips, but going back to your eyes. His hands now nested on your waist.

‘Okay. Think this through. If y'all were to do the devil’s tango now, that would mean your body would look bomb because you haven’t eaten anything. But, I’m so fucking hungry. Like is this worth the messy sheets? Hell yeah it is But pizza sounds so good right now...!’ You monologue in your mind.

Placing your palms on his stomach, you could feel his toned abs and how he flexed just to ensure victory. Sliding them upwards, you fet the bumps of his bodysuit’s yellow linings. Your eyes never leaving his.

Hawks gritted his teeth. The next thing he knew, he picked you up and carried you all the way to your kitchen counter. He wished he had taken his gloves off so he could feel just how soft your skin was. With your legs hugging his waist, this was all too perfect.

“You sure it’s pizza and burgers you want?” He leaned in closer. Using the tip of his nose, he began to trail your cheek and his lips hovered above yours. Pulling himself away from you, your throat ran dry when he used his mouth to remove his gloves.Tossing them to the couch, he used his thumb to trace your lower lip.

“Maybe if you push a little more,” Your arms now snaked around his neck. Bringing him closer to you. “Perhaps my appetite may change.”

Leaning his forehead on yours, his half hooded eyes remained glued to yours. His breathing was slow and heavy as he pulled you in closer. Giving him the invitation, you wrapped your legs even tighter. Licking his lips, his smirk was the last thing you saw before the two of you closed your eyes.

And then your stomach grumbled.

‘Motherfucker…’

‘Rotten Nuggets…’

The two of you stopped right when your lower and upper lips brushed against each other. Warm breaths grazing your skins.

“Are you for real?...” Hawks complained but his voice was amused. He placed both palms on your cheeks and squished them. “You ruined the moment babe!”

He began to stomp his foot like a small child. Your legs moving along his rather cute tantrum. His feathers began to ruffle as well. Pulling you into a hug, he nuzzled on the side of your head. A disappointed sigh coming out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry. I’ll take full responsibility for that, nugget.” You hugged him back. Only making him squirm more and whine.

“That would’ve been the perfect first kiss for the both of us~” He said as he pulled himself away to look at your flushed face. “But, it’s alright. Now go and take a bath before I make my feathers rip your clothes apart…”

Following his orders, you released him from your hold and went back to your room. Pissed and embarrassed at how your stomach chose to betray you.

Moments passed and you were now dressed. Closing the door to your room, you saw Hawks rummaging through your fridge. His wings were full once more. It gave you relief knowing he could fully perform his duties once more. Not that there was a need to worry, he was the number 2 so he’s surely more capable of more.

“Your fridge needs more chicken.” He commented. Pivoting to face you. In his mouth, a juice pack. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” You replied. Waving your matching headphones and visors he had given you a few months back.

Throwing the empty pack, he took your hand and led you to your balcony. The weather had improved and the dark gray clouds from earlier were replaced by clear blue skies and the afternoon sun.

“How do you want it? Bridal style? Or my signature bear hug?” He asked as he put on his gloves. His brows furrowed at the memory of a failed first kiss.

“I think bridal would be nice.”

Taking the headphones from you, he placed them on your head and paused to admire his handiwork. The way the sun cast light on your (e/c) made his heart flutter. Cupping your cheek, he smirked when they began to show a taint of redness.

“So beautiful…”

Placing an arm on your back and bending slightly to place the other one on the bend of your knees, he was all too happy when you rested your arms on his shoulders. Stretching his wings out, he adored the way your eyes sparkled.

Letting a stray feather loose, Hawks made the feather brush against your lip and made it land on his.

“Ah. An indirect kiss!” He teased. Flapping his wings making you both float. “Can’t wait for the real deal after lunch~”

“Keigo!” You playfully punched his chest. Your arms tighten as he flew the both of you farther and farther from your unit.

“Don’t call me that unless we’re in your bed or mine, baby!” He managed to wink as he pulled you in closer.

Choosing not to reply, the rest of the ride was nothing but comfortable silence. It only lasted for a few minutes till he landed and placed you back on your feet. Your eyes opened up and your jaw dropped when you saw where he had taken you.

“And don’t worry about distractions, chickadee.” Hawks said with his arms making a circle. “I booked the place all to ourselves.”

“The whole planetarium?!”

“Yes.” Lacing his fingers with yours, he led the way and opened the door for you.

Before entering the main room, he took you to the snack bar and ordered what you had been craving for. A slice of pizza, a burger, chicken wings, a medium soda for the two of you, and a pack of mints. Ushering you to the tables, he placed the food down and pulled the chair for you to sit.

“Gotta let that stomach of yours eat before we see the main event.” He said as he attacked the wings.

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Never.”

Small talk happened as the two of you ate. The moment the last bite happened, he handed you a mint as he took one as well. You couldn’t help but snort at how prepared he wanted to be. Though, you would be lying if you weren’t thinking of going to the women’s toilet to freshen up.

The doors were now facing the two of you. His hands finding yours once more. Opening the doors, your eyes wandered across the dome and the projector located in the middle. The room was already dim and your heart raced with excitement at the thought of staring at the stars up close.

Choosing the back half of the theater, the two of you made your way to the middle seats. Once you two were comfy, he clapped his hands and the room was now pitch black. The theater dome began to show the projectors image. Putting your arm around his, you couldn’t help but smile at Hawks for bringing you here. Wearing your goggles, you leaned on his shoulder and watched the show.

As the show came to the middle part, you were fascinated with the vibrant colors of the different galaxies, Hawks kept his eyes on you. Taking his goggles, he tossed them to the empty seat and took a deep breath.

“(Y/N)?”

Tearing your eyes from the view, you were now face to face with something much better. Letting Hawks take your goggles off, he shifted his position so he could fully face you. Imitating his actions, you felt a small push on your back. No need to look knowing that was his wing.

“You like our date?” He whispered. Leaning a little closer.

“It’s perfect~” You leaned in closer as well.

Cupping your cheek, he let his thumb brush your skin gently. His eyes widened and his wings perked up. Wondering what that was about, he let his feathers do some work. Letting go of your cheek, he took his phone out and placed it on a feather. Understanding his motive, you put yours on silent mode and placed it on the feather next to you.

The two of you watched as the feathers placed them on the seats right across the room. The slightly larger feathers made their way towards the door. Making sure that no one would be able to enter the room.

“You’ve prepared for the worst?” You teased him.

“Just making sure, nugget.” Placing his hand on the back of your neck, he gently pulled you in closer and rested his forehead on yours. “After all the distractions, I think necessary preparations are needed.”

“I would have to agree on that~” You giggled. Holding onto his wrist.

“May I?” He asked. By now, his hot minty breath touching your lip. When you nodded your answer, Hawks did not hesitate.

The two of you winced in pain when his nose hit yours. This time, there was no frustration or childish tantrums. Instead the two of you laughed it off. Cheeks red with embarrassment and stomachs doing summersaults.

“I’ll take the blame for that~” He commented. Not letting you go of his hold.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Keigo~” With that, he redeemed himself.

Finally. You felt his lips on yours. His lips were soft and the kiss was enough to melt you away. It felt as if a summer breeze had passed your soul and gave you a sense of warmth and happiness at the same time. When he titled his head to make the kiss even deeper, you felt all the butterflies in your stomach flutter. You couldn’t help but smile as you both locked lips. Not wanting to part with each other.

When Hawks felt your lips curl into a smile, he pulled you in as close as he could. The taste of mint still present and your strawberry chapstick from before still there. Wanting to intensify the kiss, he licked your bottom lip.

Gladly, you gave him entry. In the few times he’s kissed, he always wanted to have dominance but for you, he was more than willing to toss it aside. Both your tongues danced in unison, exploring each wet caverns slowly and sensually. He was grateful, and of course even more turned on, when you let out a soft moan.

The need for air finally rose. Both of you broke apart, panting. Still living in the moment, both of your eyes were shut. Grins plastered on your face at the sensation of finally being able to kiss each other.

“Well,” His voice was raspy and he was still panting. “I think the wait was worth it.”

“I couldn’t agree more~”

“So shall I make you scream my name now?” His smirk was back. The cheeky cocky pro hero you fell for.

“Keigo!”

“That’s it baby!”

The rest of the show, the two of you relaxed and enjoyed each other’s warmth. When the show was finished, the two of you checked your phones for any messages. His shoulders slumped when he saw he had a missed call from Endeavor. Followed by 7 messages.

“Looks like I’ll have to take you home lovebird~”

Moments passed and the two of you were now back on your balcony. Hawks perched on the railing while you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I’ll be back, don’t worry.” He reassured you while petting your head.

“I know.” You lifted your head and faced him once more. The sun was now setting and his wings even more glorious with the pinks and oranges in the sky. His golden eyes staring on to you with a silent message of not wanting to leave you alone. “Be safe, Keigo.”

“I will.”

Letting him go, he leaned backwards and free fell. A second later, he was now flying in front of you. Moving in closer, he planted a short but deep kiss on your lips.

“Love you, chickadee.”

“Love you too, nugget~”

With a wink, he flapped his wings and soared into the sky. Leaving behind a feather for you to hold on to. You shook your head with amusement. This would only mean one thing.

He would most definitely be coming back and staying the night.

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[malebodyinvasion]

Ron and the Wooden Sculpture - Part 1

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

I was extremely tired from work last week and asked my boss for a day-off. Since my performance was top notch, he gave me a week off from work. I planned to play all the games gathering dust in my online library.

I decided to get groceries myself. Normally, I just order them online and have them deliver to my doorsteps. It's been a while I had a walk from home to the supermarket and it would be a nice exercise. There were lots of shops and cafes along the way, and new ones replaced my usual hangout places. 

On my way home, there was this suspicious antique shop besides my favorite pastry shop. It was not there before. While waiting for my order, I decided to pay this antique shop a visit. There were vintage dolls, steampunk wall clocks, old-school vinyl records, and many more. The one thing that got my attention the most is this statue of a guy wearing something cultural from an ethnic group. Each part is sculptured well which captures a male body's anatomy perfectly. The curves, the edges, everything. It's like a real person turned into a piece of wood. I knew it was a wooden statue but it's turning me on harder than my morning wood. Dad jokes aside, I'm really interested.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper appeared out of nowhere. It's an old lady wearing a black cloth robe like that one of fictional games. This just adds to the weirdness of the shop.

"It's a fine work," I said as I try my best to hide the horniness between my legs.

"Indeed." She replied. "It is made from a very special tree which only grows from Asia."

"That was very informative and... and... mysterious," I stuttered. "Iz... Is it for sale?"

"Yes, that's why it's on display," the shopkeeper retorted. Stay cool there, granny. I'm just asking.

"By how much?" I asked.

"Well, it depends." She replied in a calm voice. Did she just hear my thoughts?

"It depends?"

"Since it's been a while someone decided to buy something that is not a lucky charm or a scented candle, I'll give you a discount." Then she told me the price. It's reasonable for a good quality display and it's much cheaper than those limited edition figurines I bought online.

"I'm feeling good today so I'll take it!" I said on impulse. If she only knew, the reason I'm buying this sculpture is because I'm getting pumped by just looking at it. I'll just tell my parents when they visit that I'm feeling artsy and want to support artists.

I paid her cash and she told me that her grandson will deliver the sculpture later. Her grandson, huh. I'm actually imagining that it looks like an adventurer or a mage just for consistency's sake. Sorry for being judgmental granny!

Before I leave, the old shopkeeper told me, "Let him bathe under the moonlight. Once he recover from his deep slumber, he will serve you well."

"Ah... Thank you... very much!" That was really weird. It's like one of those lines of flavor texts in video games. But honestly, I can't help to interpret it in a lewd way.

I picked up my order from the pastry shop. It smells so good and tasty. I dropped by one of the thrift stores I frequent in college and bought some clothes and a couple of bulb and socket to put near the wooden sculpture I bought earlier. I run across some of my college classmates on my way home. We exchange conversations and ended up eating lunch together.

Time passed by and I remembered that the statue will be delivered later today. I bid goodbye to my classmates and hurriedly walk. Outside the apartment building, was a truck with the statue covered with bubble wraps and a huge cloth.

"You're Ron I presume," a dude, which is likely in early 20's, asked me before pointing fingers to the statue. "My mother told me to bring this guy at this address and she perfectly describes how you look."

"Ah, yes. That's me." I answered excitedly. Wow, this dude looks exactly what I imagined, minus the weird clothing. He wears a normal T-shirt, a normal pants, and a pair of normal shoes. He is perfectly normal, different than his grandmother. His voice is kind of cute and sexy.

"Good." He remarked. "Can you stop staring at me?"

"Sorry."

"I already have an idea of what's on your mind. It's the clothes, isn't it?"

I nodded.

"My grandmother is really weird on her own way. Well, she's a... " he stopped. "Anyway, on what floor and room should I carry this statue?"

"Room 807, at 8th floor, " I answered but his face looks like he doesn't like what he just heard. "Don't worry. There's an elevator in the lobby!"

"O-okay."

He followed me to the elevator. I like to help him but I have groceries and the pastry in my arms. I can see his muscles popping up while carrying that statue. The more I look at him, the more I realize his handsome appearance.

"Let's go." I pressed the buttons and the elevator closes. It's just the two of us in this small space, well, it's three if I count the statue. I'm getting another boner thinking about it. "By the way, what's your name? I'm Ron as you already know," I bravely asked.

"Aldrin... You can call me Aldrin, yeah," he replied nervously. What's wrong with this guy and he suddenly starts shaking. I'm not a beast that will randomly jump at you. You're also weird on your own way, dude.

The elevator rang as a sign we're already on the 8th floor. I paced towards my doorstep and opened the door. "Can you put him over there, near the sofa bed?"

"Sure," then he entered my apartment. I could see him looking at my action figures on the shelves as he walked towards the bed. "You... You're quite a collector yourself."

"Ah, yes. I bought then if I feel like it," I tried to wave it off with a nervous laugh. Seeing him inside my room makes my growing member harder.

"This guy will be your first life-size. Take good care of him, yeah?" He said as he tap the statue's shoulder. I’ll take good care of the statue, of course. He may not be an action figure but I still spent some money.

"I will and thank you." I offered him a drink but he declined so I gave him some tip for helping me out. He supposed not to accept it but I insisted.

"Th... Thank you." He said as he left my room. "Ba... By the way, did my grandmother tell you anything about the statue?"

"Yes. She told something about moonbathing the statue. Is there a problem?"

"No... Nothing. I'll be going then."

"Alright. Thanks again."

I closed the door. I'm still horny, the heck. Thinking about Aldrin and looking at the statue gives me shivers down my spine. I lay down over the sofa bed and removed my pants and underwear freeing my "more harder" member. There were already signs of precum on its tip. I am in good shape, but not as good as the statue of well-defined pecs and abs or as muscular as Aldrin. I put my right hand over my chest and pinch my nipple as my left hand moved up and down my boner.

No, this is not enough. I get off my bed and stand half-naked before the wooden sculpture. I caressed its smooth hardy abs and pecs while still pounding my meat with my other hand. Due to my short stature, I raised my heels and lean towards for a kiss. I might look crazy for romancing an inanimate object but I'm enjoying it.

My body is tensing up. I could feel the build up in my dick and any moment I shall reach my climax. I lean more forward feeling the sculpture's varnished skin against my own. I feel so hot and euphoric.

"Aahhh...!" I moaned and let my imagination run wild, and streams of pure ecstasy shoots out towards the statue's legs, sliding down to its feet. "It's been a while since the last time I did this, huh. Thanks to you Mr. Statue."

I wiped off the cum with my T-shirt and wear a pair of boxer shorts. I need to put off the things I bought and prepare for dinner. I looked at the statue again and wondered what's the real meaning behind the granny said.

"I think the food can wait. I'll take a nap for now."

[vintage-story-time]

Step-Father's Sins by Unknown

Chapter 7

Marlene had tongue kissed with a lot of guys, but she could never remember any kiss feeling as good as that first one with her sister.

When the kiss was over the little girl with the light brown hair could feel her nipples making little bumps in the front of her nightgown.

"Let's go over to the bed so we can be more comfortable," Melinda suggested, also amazed at how-horny she was getting.

Melinda had been thinking a lot about having sex with other girls but had been bothered by her urge.

She didn't know any lesbians, and she could not come up with a subtle way to let girls know that she was horny.

She figured that there were probably other girls in Rushdale who felt the way she did, but she couldn't think of a way to figure out who they were.

"Okie-dokie!" Marlene said excitedly. "I can feel my pussy getting all tingly just thinking about it."

"That's good, Marlene. Guys love it when you talk dirty to them. They love to hear to word fuck coming from a pretty mouth, if you know where I am coming from," Melinda said, leading Marlene by the hand to her bed.

"I don't care right now about what boys like. I want to know what you like," Marlene said.

The smaller girl licked her full, pouting lips sensuously, her green eyes beginning to twinkle and burn at the same time with her rising libido.

"I like it when you talk dirty too, sweetheart. Take off that thing. I want to caress every square inch of your body," Melinda said.

Marlene made a sexy purring sound deep in her throat and stretched her neck in her best feline manner.

Marlene caught herself before she grinned proudly — not knowing that she was capable of making such a sensuous sound.

The little virgin reached down to the bottom of her nightie and pulled it quickly over her head, and watched with wide eyes as Melinda also got naked.

They had both seen each other naked many times.

But it had been like this before.

Everything had changed!

Nothing was the same — even the room looked different.

All was surreal now that the sisters were to be.

They fell into each other's arms as they fell onto the bed, and their breasts were pressed flat together.

The loving sisters found that they could kiss with their nipples and their mouths at the same time.

They rubbed the lengths of their torsos together, each feeling their cunt flesh approaching full engorgement.

Each could feel their pussies getting wet and slippery with the secretion of their thick juices.

They each yearned to taste the other's natural lubrication.

But Melinda did not expect Marlene to give her pleasure until she had been taught the proper methods.

And the black haired girl, being by far the more experienced, knew that she would play the role of teacher.

Of course, Melinda had never eaten a cunt before — although there had been many times when she was masturbating that she wished she could munch at her own box.

Melinda rolled so that Marlene was on her back and she was directly on top of her, licking her neck.

Melinda blew lightly into Marlene's ear, and then explored the inside of that ear with a wet tongue.

Marlene could feel the little hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end with that shivering sensation.

Her entire body was covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh as her inner ear was caressed sensuously.

She trembled like a leaf for a moment and heard herself let out a deep groan of incestuous passion.

"You have to be very quiet. Imagine the shit-fit that Bernard would throw if he knew we were doing this," Melinda said.

The risk of getting caught made Marlene's heart start to pump, but her fear did not stifle her lust.

She was discovering her latent sense of adventure, and was aroused by the aura of danger around the act.

Melinda kissed Marlene's tits.

She licked the nipples.

She sucked those erections.

She nipped at the hard rosebuds with her pearly white teeth!

Marlene could tell that she was going to have to use all of the willpower she could possibly muster.

Her craving was to scream bloody murder with the intense sensations Melinda's mouth was giving her.

Her mouth fell gaping open and her eyes closed tightly as Melinda nipped her hot feminine erections!

She could feel her face turning so hot she wouldn't have been surprised if steam had risen from it.

The light haired virgin assumed correctly that her face was turning as red as a fire engine from her lust.

She could feel her jaw ache as it was forced open as far as it could go — but she couldn't close her mouth.

It didn't take Marlene more than a few seconds to realize the advantage of being held by another person.

The pure teenager could tell right away that being touched was a thousand times better than touching herself.

She could tell by the intensity of the pressure in her loins that the come Melinda would give her would be enormous.

She could tell that it was going to make the climax she had given herself earlier in the evening seem like grammar school stuff.

Marlene wanted to talk to her sister and tell her how good everything felt, but she decided against it.

She got the feeling that there was no way she could speak in a low voice with her cunt drooling profusely.

The scent of their lust was already filling the bedroom and both girls were becoming slick with sweat.

Marlene could feel her clitoris swelling to be so it felt like it might explode at any second.

Melinda tugged on each nipple with her teeth until they grew larger than they had ever been before.

The little virgin wondered if her nipples were stretched permanently.

It wouldn't have bother her too much if they were.

Marlene kind of liked the way her nipples looked when they stuck up almost a full inch from the tips of her perky little breasts.

Her tits appeared almost flat as she sprawled on her back.

But that only made the size of her nipples appear more extraordinary.

"I am going to go down on you now," Melinda whispered.

"Y—Y-Yes, p-p-please," Marlene managed to say.

The virgin had to spit out her words like pomegranate seeds.

She had to fit her words in between gasps for air.

"I want you to concentrate on being quiet," Mindy said.

"I didn't make a peep before," Marlene said, rubbing Mindy's temples lightly with her tiny fingertips.

Melinda could tell just by that touch that her baby sister had a fine sensuous instinct.

The black haired girl knew that she would have no trouble teaching her sister how to return her orgasmic favor.

"This is going to be different," Melinda said.

"I'll concentrate on staying silent," Marlene said.

"We don't want Bernard in here, do we?" Melinda asked.

Marlene shook her head solemnly from side to side.

Melinda moved so that she was on her belly with her head between Marlene's parted thighs looking at the virgin pussy.

Melinda knew that hers would be the very first tongue to know the taste of that pink poontang.

This made her feel greatly honored. She wanted to make Marlene's initial sexual experience just perfect!

Melinda knew that a little girl's first time was very important and could affect her sex life forever.

The older sister was determined to turn Marlene from a frightened little girl into a lusty woman.

The way things had gone so far, Melinda suspected that the task was not going to be a difficult one.

It wasn't going to be anywhere close to as hard as Melinda would have thought if she had come with the idea that morning.

"You have a beautiful pussy," Melinda said sweetly.

"Thank you, Mindy," Marlene said, her voice strained.

Melinda could sense the muscles in her sister's thighs tensing.

"Raise your knees up in the air," Melinda said.

Marlene did as she was told and rolled back enough for her sister to get at her asshole if she wanted to.

Mindy wanted to.

The black haired girl yearned to rim her virgin sister's anus.

Melinda moved her chin so that it was close to the bedspread and began to lick, kiss and bite at the backs of Marlene's slender light thighs.

There was a great difference between the girl's coloring. One was dark and one was peaches and cream.

It would have appeared to an outsider as if the two girls were not even related, much less actual sisters. Melinda scratched lightly at the backs of Marlene's thighs and her buttocks with the tips of her long nails.

Marlene reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her own buttocks apart so Melinda could get at her burning nether eye.

Melinda had no trouble figuring out what her baby sister wanted, and she couldn't have been happier about that.

Melinda could tell that her sister had the same anal cravings she had known in herself for years.

Of course, for Marlene, this was all brand new. She wasn't even thinking about boys, or getting fucked in the ass. All the virgin was thinking about was what a wonderful lover her sister was, arid how she hoped they could continue their new incestuous relationship long after this night was through.

Melinda placed the tip of her tongue at the top of the crack of her ass, which was down near the bedspread, and drew her tongue upward until she could feel the hot mucous membrane at Marlene's spasming sphincter.

The black haired girl traced a wet circle in spit around the puckered muscle and then licked across the hole with the flat part of her tongue.

Marlene's cunt juices had soaked the crack of her ass, which Melinda thought only enhanced the anal flavor.

The older sister could tell that she was going to love eating pussy almost as much as she loved sucking cock.

Naturally Melinda wasn't about to give up boys just because she had discovered a physical rapport with Marlene. She wanted to broaden her sexual scope, not narrow down to being exclusively incestuous and lesbian.

Marlene's thought on her new relationship with Melinda was grossly different from her older sister's.

Marlene was starting to think that men were not necessary.

If she could get all of the sexual joy she could handle from Melinda's fingers and tongue, then she figured she wouldn't ever have to fuck a guy — a thought which filled the virgin with a sigh of relief.

Marlene wondered if she had been meant to be a lesbian all along — and just never knew about it before.

She knew that this was hardly the time or place to be plotting out her life's sexual career, but she kept the thought in the back of her head, telling herself that she would have to ponder the matter some other time.

She didn't want any heavy thoughts in the front of her mind that might interfere with the intensity of her incestuous physical pleasure.

Melinda made her tongue and stiff, and concentrated on keeping it pointy at the tip as she licked.

"Stick it inside!" Marlene said, in a voice that was a little too loud as far as Melinda was concerned.

"Shhhhh!" Melinda said. "You are going to get us both screwed if you don't hush yourself. You don't have to say anything. I know what to do!"

Marlene sealed her lips and clenched her back teeth together firmly as Melinda began to force the tip of her tongue inside the diminutive virgin's tight pink asshole.

Melinda was thrilled as she felt the sphincter squeeze at her tongue as she pushed inside as deep as she could.

"I need to come," Marlene whispered. "I swear I'm right at the edge. You won't have to eat me for long, I promise."

Melinda smiled at Marlene's naive apologetic tone.

She realized that her little sister didn't know that she wanted to eat her pussy just as much as Marlene wanted it eaten.

Melinda pulled her tongue out of the thoroughly cleansed asshole and drew her tongue tip the single inch upward necessary to lick at the base of Marlene's engorged, dribbling pussy slash.

The black haired girl could feel her taste buds tingling.

She loved the flavor.

It was just as good as man come.

She wanted to quaff deeply from the virgin honey pot.

She wanted to suck that cunt dry with her pouting lips.

She wanted to make the little virgin's insides explode!

Melinda prayed that Marlene wouldn't scream. Melinda wondered if she would be able to stay silent if Marlene's tongue was on her clit!

Marlene was starting to wonder how intense the pleasure in her pussy could get before her ultimate climax was inevitable.

The pressure the virgin felt in her loins was already far greater than anything she had felt while jacking off.

She could feel tears welling in her eyes as her older sister moved her fingertips to her outer labia.

Melinda was careful not to scratch at Marlene's delicate tissues with her fingernails, not wanting to cause Marlene the least bit of pain.

Melinda had no idea how skitterish her little sister would be, and was determined to do nothing that might break the fragile mood.

She pulled the outer cunt lips apart very slowly, listening to Marlene's gasps getting louder and louder.

Melinda knew that there was little Marlene could do about the noise she was making .in her passion.

After all, the little girl did have to breathe.

Melinda figured that she had better make Marlene come quickly — before the little girl began to wail at the top of her lungs.

Marlene licked quickly up and down the insides of the outer lips and the outsides of the inner lips.

She flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the outer edges of the inner lips, and then worked her tongue between the smaller labia so she could get her tongue inside the hole — forgetting for a moment that her baby sister's maidenhead was quite intact and the passageway to her womb was blocked.

Melinda felt the cherry on her tongue as she went for complete penetration, and quickly pulled out of the hole, almost startled by her discovery.

She got right down to business to finish Marlene.

Melinda pulled the clit's foreskin upward. She then began to lick ever-so-lightly at the love button, using the butterfly flick she had normally reserved for the underside of a guy's prick.

She gradually increased the pressure she used.

She would have increased the speed also except she was already flicking as fast as she could.

It was indeed unfortunate for the sisters that at that moment Bernard woke up with a full bladder.

He turned to his side and saw Michele's butt, which had been pressed up against his loins as they slept - like spoons.

She was breathing evenly and did not stir as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and threw on his bathrobe.

He walked into the hall and padded barefoot o the bathroom.

The man thought he heard a funny noise coming out of the girls' room.

He shrugged and did not investigate. It was not uncommon for the girls to stay up late talking with one another.

As long as they didn't make enough noise to disturb him the man didn't give a shit if they ever slept.

He closed the bathroom door so quietly that neither Marlene nor Melinda heard him. Melinda wouldn't have been able to hear anyway because her sister was gripping tightly at her shell-like ears with the insides of her slim light thighs.

Marlene was so caught up in the massive explosions that were starting in her cunt that a hurricane could have blown through the room and she would have only been vaguely aware of it.

Bernard drained his leak into the toilet and didn't bother to flush as he left, leaving the water yellow and filled with bubbles.

Just as he opened the bathroom door, directly across the hall from Marlene and Melinda's bedroom Marlene could feel the savage pleasure of her orgasm tearing into her already reeling brain.

"OH!" she said loudly, limiting what could have been a long scream to a single outburst of physical pleasure.

Bernard could feel his face turning red with anger.

He recognized the wanton tone in that feminine voice.

He could tell the sound of a girl coming when he heard it.

After all, the sadistic man had heard it often enough.

He was really steamed because he thought one of the girls — probably Melinda — had a guy in the house.

Without his knowledge.

Strictly against the rules.

A highly punishable offense.

Melinda could feel a little spurt of juice coming from Marlene's urethra, less than an inch below her convulsing love button. The tiny spritz of hot fluid struck Melinda just below the lower lip and she knew that this was Marlene's womanly orgasmic ejaculation.

Marlene began to bounce up and down on the bed, bucking upward with her hips as the physical joy rippled wildly through her body like electric shocks being administered to her little man in the boat and both of her erect nipples.

Melinda licked at the clit hard and fast, maximizing Marlene's pleasure.

Marlene could feel every muscle in her body trembling.

The light haired virgin was drenched with perspiration.

Melinda began to suck at the quivering love button.

At that moment the door to the bedroom burst open so hard that it hit the wall and almost bounced closed again.

But a thick hairy arm held it open.