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ponedjeljak, 30.11.2009.

Dude

Dude, I'm so excited for the IchiIshi party, and what happens? I wake up sick as a dog. T______________T I haven't been sick all winter! NOT FAIR. /whineI don't care though, it's still going down. Give me an hour or so, and I'll get the post up. PREPARE YOSELF, HOS.*IS ABNORMALLY EXCITED* ()*will probably cry if no one participates* ;.;

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subota, 28.11.2009.

on second thought...

you know what? fuck this. I am SO done with this fandom.lol april fools.lol. *bricked*

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nedjelja, 22.11.2009.

my scanner is never speaking to me again.

LOL MADE YOU CLICK.No seriously, this doujinshi just broke my brain.Other highlights:The SFX here are pretty awesome. WINWINWIN.Kat modified this one for us:LOL SUSHI ROLL.Tentacles but not. Happy!penis also courtesy of Kat.This one is a bit disturbing, although I can't figure out if it's the fact that Ishida's preggo, or that he has no hand that disturbs me the most.

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srijeda, 18.11.2009.

Random Porn Corner™

Because you were all itching for some utterly random and utterly filthy porn, right? >.>Title: Random Porn ¬_¬Pairing: OMG GUESS Ichigo/IshidaRating: hehSummary: It's . . . filthy porn. 2,130 words. Also in 1st person, which is kinda weird. Its all about me tonight, he says, and pushes me until I fall onto the bed. I pull my clothes off quickly, him casually, and I sit back on the bed in my briefs, spreading my legs a bit so he can see what hes already doing to me, cock big and hard without having been touched once. He looks at it and licks his lips, I know he wants it, and it makes me even harder. He slinks out of his clothes and hes standing there as naked as the day he was born, sexy shape, tall and thin and sculpted in all the right places, skin like sweet cream. He looks good enough to eat, but I know from the look in those dark eyes that hes the one doing the eating tonight.He crawls towards me like a cat, dark hair framing dark eyes so beautiful, damn hes always so beautiful, its ridiculous that it took me so many years to notice. That delicious darkness, sweet and sultry, he reaches between my legs and palms my cock, long fingers extending the length. The hand pets me, gentle strokes with the pads of his fingers, and its like I can feel the blood in my body rushing to my cock. Fingers moving down, he traces from head to base with one fingertip, takes my balls into his whole hand, squeezes, rubs, massages around in a circle, squeezes, pulls, massages again. Fuck, I snarl, I need to get the briefs off, I shouldnt have left them on in the first place. I try and pull them down, but hes touching me, and I cant stand pushing him away for those few moments needed to bare myself. I squeeze my eyes shut and I can feel his breath, hot on my thigh, can feel a smooth, hot tongue as its applied to my cock, and it takes a moment or two for the wetness to soak through, but when it does, my hips are up, and the briefs are yanked down hard, and he laughs softly, voice husky, as he helps me get them off. I sit up so I can see him, shoving pillows behind my head, and flex my hips, spreading my legs. I touch his face, brushing back hair that immediately falls back into place, and he licks my palm, tonguing a nice firm circle in its center. My mind reels and my body starts sweating, and I run both my hands through his hair, soft silken shine caressing the skin between my fingers. He moans as my fingertips graze over his scalp, he loves a good head massage, and he looks up at me as he leans down and sucks on the inside of my thigh hard enough to leave hickeys.Mmm, he moans and mumbles against my skin, whispering deep and low, Im gonna take my time and devour you, swallow your cock, suck your balls, eat your ass. The words make me throb and burn with desire, a thick fire coursing through my veins, my hands tightening in his hair. Im gonna eat you up, he says, and teases the skin of my balls with his tongue. Im gonna eat you up and then Im gonna fuck myself on your gorgeous cock until I come all over your hot body, he tells me and rubs his hands all over my chest, and he takes my sac into his mouth as his fingers find my nipples, already hard for him like the rest of me, and he plays with them, tweaking them real good, making them ache with pleasure.He works my balls with his lips and tongue, then he moves on to my cock, taking his hands from my nipples so he can get a grip on it. He presses his lips to it, his pretty lips are warm and wet, and he hums against me, hands encircling the base and holding it up. I love your cock, he says, then shows me so, licking up it hard and wrapping his lips around it, sucking on the head like he would a lollipop, tongue rolling around and lips kissing around it. Its so good, hes so good at this, so good it takes everything not to grip the back of his head and shove the rest of it into his sweet mouth, and he knows hes good, I can tell from the triumphant gleam in his eyes that he knows what hes doing to me, and that makes it even better. He doesnt just suck my cock, he teases it, massages it, kisses it, eats it whole, swallows it down until those pretty lips are wrapped wide and firm around the base. Even though Im bigger than him, I cant do it, and it drives me crazy every time he does because it just proves how much better he is at this than me, and itd make me feel inadequate if it didnt feel like fucking heaven.Hes true to his word, taking his time, kissing, licking, sucking, deepthroating, devouring me, making me so hard Im just a few heartbeats away from shooting in his mouth, and although it kills me to, I tell him so, and he gives the tip one final kiss, almost sweet, that comes so close to pushing me over I yell out a curse. But its not over yet, no way, hes still hungry, and he goes back to my balls, sucking on them for a minute before moving down and down, and he licks a trail down the crack of my ass. Hes back up and licking under my balls, and my ass rises, legs spreading wider than I even knew they were capable of, and I have to shift down a bit so he can get at my ass. He licks over my hole with languid strokes, presses me open with his thumbs, and then his tongue is shoved inside me and I can feel my legs going numb and my head feels like its floating. His tongue falls out of me and his lips press against me, kissing, sucking, and Im gripping my legs so hard my hands are falling asleep. He puts his tongue back in me and its so good I reach down and hold his head there, and he knows exactly what I want. His tongue works in and out of me, my hips pushing down on him slightly, and I force his tongue deeper and deeper into me.It feels amazing, but my legs cant take the position, and I push him away gently, rolling back down. He sucks on my cock a bit more, just for a minute or two, and his eyes are bright, wild, and hes worked up now, and I know hes going to be a particularly great fuck tonight. He moves up into my lap, and his mouth is against my ear, breathing all hot and heavy, and he starts rubbing himself against me so my cock runs lightly between his ass cheeks. He starts moaning real loud, and I can tell he wants it real bad, and then he starts whispering into my ear in between licks and bites, and its all I can do not to shove my cock into him then and there.Im gonna ride you so hard the beds gonna break. But its gonna be slow, just how I love it, as hard, deep, and slow as possible, sitting on you and pulling you out of me all the way, over and over, slamming onto you good and hard, taking you deeper than Ive ever taken you before. Youd love that wouldnt you? Yeah, stretch me open for you, open me up so I can take you inside, god your fingers feel good, yeah, more, deeper, yeah, mmm fuck, yes, more, yeah, ah, fuck, fuck . . . His arms are around me, gripping me tight as I work my fingers into his sweet little hole, stretching him slow and hard, just how he likes to be fucked, and Ive got my middle and index finger buried deep inside him when he starts bucking his hips like crazy, fucking his tight ass on my fingers. He leans back and his eyes are glazed, and fuck he looks so beautiful like that it almost makes me forget this crazy lust, this greedy, hungry desire weve got burning through us like wildfire. He leans back on his hands, knees on either side of my hips, and he reaches one hand down beneath him to take my cock, hold it up, and push it real slow into his ass.His hand stays on it holding it steady until Im halfway in, then he puts the hand on my shoulder to steady himself and he takes the rest of me in him inch by inch, and the pressure around me is enough to drive a normal man mad, hot and tight and such a sweet, perfect fit, feels like my cock was made for that ass, and I know he probably thinks so too, that look he gets on his face when Im all the way in, skin flushed and pupils wide and eyes glossy and slight, euphoric smile tugging at his lips.He raises himself back up after a minute and slowly takes me in again, and it feels like Im in deeper than before, and hes so wondrously tight I feel I might explode. I hold out, because I know he needs more, way more, and he slowly slowly pulls up, and this time my cock slips out of him with a wet plop, and Im there to hold it up, and he smiles gratefully as he holds himself suspended above it and takes it in, but it doesnt go very deep, and hes fucking himself on just the head for ten, maybe fifteen thrusts, and then we both scream as he slams down on me unexpectedly, so hard I think I might have pulled a muscle in my thigh.And then he really starts to ride me, hands pressed against my stomach as he pushes himself up and down, bouncing along with the squeaky mattress. He slows down and squeezes his ass around my cock for a few thrusts, then fucks himself on me nice and hard, and he gets up such a momentum that my cock slides out of him almost the whole eight inches before he falls back on top of it. Hes letting out music now, these sexy little whimpers from the back of his throat, and before I know it Im singing along with him with my own groans and soft cries. His voice goes higher and his ass gets tighter, and I know hes getting close now, I dont know how long its been, maybe twenty minutes, but I know its about that time, and I feel my own resolve slipping away as he seems to grow hotter and hotter around me.Yes, yes, yes, he cries out and starts slamming down on me so hard I think he really will break the bed, and I see hes watching me then, eyes half-lidded, mouth open with the hard panting of his breath, and I hold off the pleasure for a few moments to tell him how fucking gorgeous he is like is, how good he feels, how much I love being his fuck toy, even though I know the last part isnt really true, it gets him off, gets us both off really, and he throws his head back with a long, loud moan and his bouncing cock starts spurting all over my stomach and chest, and he growls out my name as he lands on my cock one last time, spilling a warm stream of come right into my belly button.His body falls against mine and I hold him still as I finish myself off, holding his hips up and thrusting into him a dozen or so times, and my eyes roll back and my throat chokes on a cry of pleasure as I come against his asshole, rubbing my cockhead against it. I sigh heavy and he squeezes his arms around me, and I want to flip him over right then and lick the come out of his ass, but theres something else I want to do first, something I havent done yet all day.I roll him off me and hes smiling, looking all pretty and freshly-fucked, and his hair is sticking to his cheek on one side from his sweat. I push it out of the way and he knows whats coming, and he holds my face in his hands as I settle down on top of him, press our lips together, and kiss him senseless.----Yeah, I don't really know where this stuff comes from. >.> It's like Bleach makes me vomit porn all over it. Or something. (Although come to think of it, PoT was way worse . . .)...ARE YOU TURNED ON YET???

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srijeda, 11.11.2009.

Sour Times

Happy birfday _daffodils! :3 I have a lot I want to say concerning a lot of recent crap I've seen in fandom (both Bleach and PoT), but I'm holding back because I don't want to offend anyone. All I can say is: what the hell is up with all the asshattery? People need to chill the fuck out. I left my notebook at school. While this isn't a huge deal in terms of needing the notes - I really don't - I am uneasy about the fact there are some fic notes in it . . . some of them rather explicit. >.> I hope it's still there after break, because I'm too fucking lazy to go down and get it today. So I laid a guilt trip on my dad last night about him wanting to take my car to work so my mom could go shopping. I was annoyed because I had an appointment; my mom ended up waking up at 5 so she could drive him to work, so she could use the car. And then . . . I forgot to go to my appointment. :x I'm on school vacation, which is cool, but I've been doing some thinking about the er, negative effect livejournal has been having on my schoolwork. I'm thinking I might sometime in the future delete my journal *temporarily* for a few days - I think it would make me focus on homework, rather than falling into the habit I've been getting into, which is starting homework, getting distracted, and then somehow managing to spend the rest of my day dicking around on lj. And I just can't trust myself to FORBID it - it just doesn't work. If I delete, the temptation won't be there. (Because if I delete then undelete an hour later, I risk looking like a weakling. :P)But anyways, this won't happen anytime soon since I'm on midterm break. Just wanted to throw it out there, as a future warning. :/ My monitor is fucked up. It keeps blurring, flashing to random RGB colors, and even flashing on and off. It's the connector in the back - I tried replacing it, which worked temporarily, but now it's doing it again. Luckily, I was able to find my service plan receipt, but now it's a matter of actually going down to Best Buy and fixing the problem. A lot of you have experience with Best Buy, I know - if I bring it down, will they take care of the problem immediately, or will they make me wait? I mean, the problem is pretty straightforward, so . . . I dunno. I just fear having to go a long time without my monitor (and thus, my computer.) I'm not sure why, but I'm feeling discouraged by the feedback to my last fic. Some of it was great, but a lot of it felt very lukewarm, and I guess I expected more out of an emotional piece like that. (Then again, it might just not have turned out as well as I thought it did. :P) And I'm also kinda frustrated with the fact that people still had the nerve to complain about the pot smoking; I knew people would, but it still pisses me off, because dammit, am I not allowed my artistic license? People post fics with rape and violence every day, but OH NOES, I have the boys smoking weed. Teenage boys acting like teenage boys. Imagine that! Considering all the disturbing stuff fandom churns out, it's amazing that people can still have such ridiculous biases. eh, I'm done. This is getting more and more sour as I go. -___- Still feeling like Picard, it seems.

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ponedjeljak, 09.11.2009.

Okay

Okay, I refuse to believe that only like, 6 people downloaded my music. It took me like two hours to make that sparklyhappy post too. You lazy non-commenting bitches. :PI'm almost up to 7,000 words, and Ichigo and Ishida have still not had sex. Furthermore, the fic itself is not going well.Ah well. Moving on to more important things, like memes. I just thought this one was too great to pass up. I just want to make it perfectly clear that I copypastad this thing, and did not make any of it up. I swear.Fandom, as a whole, is more women than men. And women are taught, are trained, to step aside. We're told a thousand ways that it's not right to take credit for what we do, and it's not modest to accept praise, and it's not good and it's not right to say yes, I worked hard on this, and I am proud of how it came out; we must say oh, it's nothing instead.The Fandom Pride MemeSay what you're good at, what you work at, what makes you proud. Use at least two superlatives (eg. wonderful, excellent, fantastic, very, extremely). No qualifications (eg. maybe, mostly, generally, sometimes) allowed. Don't worry if you have to edit a few times to manage this. Do not lj-cut it.I'm apparently an oppressed woman living in the 19th century? I mean, who knew? (_o)/ Anyway, here I go . . .I am so seriously and extremely awesome it was of absolute necessity that I increase the font size. For, you know, emphasis. Also, and perhaps more importantly, I WILL FUCK YOUR SHIT UP.Ah, that felt good. Take that, oppression!and lastly, okay, I can never resist these memers: HONESTY MEME That's right, go tell me I suck. I'll try and not to cry rivers of blood over it.

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četvrtak, 05.11.2009.

Feed the poor, eat the rich.

I was trying to think of ways to procrastinate, when it hit me: POST. Yeah, I've been out of sorts lately. Worked three days in a row, and school is kicking my ass. But I'm not going to talk about either of those things, because they're boring.First, it's time once again to take stock of all the ficcing I have to do. I'm sure many have noticed there's been a distinct lack of it lately.In progress: Wonderland's End - 3/?? done. (Right now, I'm estimating it will be about 12 chapters, but knowing how I can be sometimes, that might mean 30. T_T) Roads - 1/4 done. (Argh I need to renew my inspiration for this.) Orihime drabbles - 2/6 (to do: Ulquiorra, Chad, Keigo, Chizuru)To write: Yakuza!AU. Will be a long time coming, as it will be a long fic. Anyone have any good Yakuza-related stuff they'd like to pimp (with download links??) Movies/shows/manga, that kinda thing. IchiIshi fic for onthefloor That crack idea I had about Ishida meeting Zangetsu, and it being all awkward and cute like he's being introduced to his parents. Maybe that crack idea I had about the IchiIshi/Donuts double date. Okay, so what I really want to write is more IchiIshi. ¬_¬bleh, I'm sure I had one or two other things. This is why I need to WRITE THINGS DOWN. *dies*Next, I wanted to update everyone on the movie binge I've been on, with some rough impressions of what I've seen so far. I've been trying to watch the ones that were recced the most first. Kill Bill 2 - Cool, as one would expect from QT. Fave scene: when she took out the woman's eye. I lol'd so hard. PotC 2 - Tentacles. Um. Yeah. I love how the first 45 minutes of the movie had nothing to do with the plot. Fave scene: Tentacles. All of them. Sin City - I found it simultaneously annoying and awesome. I guess I didn't like the narrative style? But still, cool. Fave scene: Girl screaming over her hand, that was eaten by Elijah Wood. Another hearty LOL. The Prestige - Kinda cool . . . very boring in parts, but the ending was totally unexpected. Fave scene: I guess the end? With all the creepy water tanks. Yick. Snakes on a Plane - we've been over this. Shaun of the Dead - LOLOLOLOLOL. Fave scene: zombie girl in the garden. Children of Men - Holy crap wow yeah that was incredible. I generally find very few movies "omg so powerful and moving" but this one hit the mark with me somehow. Fave scene: when they walked out of the building through the army. The emotion in that scene was so perfect. It sounds so cheesy to say, but it makes you feel that life truly is a miraculous thing. The Illusionist - eeeeh. Movie romance kinda irritates me. And the ending was ENTIRELY too convenient. Probably the least favorite thing I've seen thus far. I really liked that orange tree thing though.Next to watch: I've got Idiocracy, Little Miss Sunshine, and Thank You for Smoking downloaded. I'm also downloading Infernal Affairs and The Departed, because tokyostory has got me interested in comparing the two.Aaaaand that is all I can think to talk about right now. PEESU OUTO.

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utorak, 03.11.2009.

The Perils of Manhood

For my nearest and dearest semecucumber, on her birthday. ♥Title: The Perils of ManhoodFandom: Air GearPairing: Minami Itsuki x Wanijima AkitoRating: NC-17Warning: general stupiditySummary: Akito has a problem, and only Ikki can make it better. ;oFeedback is definitely loved. Lord knows it feels weird writing Air Gear for the first time. x_x;;Ikki loved Sundays. Sundays rocked harder than a kid with ADD on a rocking horse. Rolling onto his back, chewing on a pocky stick and scratching at his balls, Ikki thanked the Good Lord and Butter above for the invention of Sundays. Wasnt it supposed to be a special God-type day, anyway? "And on the seventh day, the Lord said . . . Ikki was sure he heard something like that at some point. Let there be no school. Let it rock. Right now, he was chilling out on his bed in boxers and a t-shirt, the one that had that unidentifiable stain that Ikki thought kinda looked like Japan. A few days ago hed snatched an old television set from the school dumping grounds, and currently had it hooked up (with help from Ringo), to a local station that was marathoning some seriously badass movies. Right now, he was watching Bruce Lee nunchaku some guys ass to a bloody pulp. Fucking epic.He pummeled his pillow a few times, mimicking his new idols awesome moves, then got up on his feet in classic martial arts fighting stance, pumping his fist and contorting his face into an angry visage.Then, a badly-timed knock on the door broke his concentration, causing him to fall off the bed and face-first onto the floor.Ikki-kun? a sweet voice followed the soft creak of the door opening, and a sweet face with an eyepatch over its right eye poked in. Are you busy?Yes. Very. Given the bizarrely contorted position he was currently lying in, this was believable.Akito - innocent, sweet, eye-patched Akito - entered anyway. Ikki growled at him in his uncomfortable state, wanting nothing more than to spend his Sunday alone with Bruce Lee and maybe a dirty magazine or two. But this was not to be. As Akito shut the door softly behind him and leaned against it, Ikki finally noticed the boys distressed composure; little hands fisted around the bottom edge of his sweatshirt and his expression was nervous and fearful, complete with a single teardrop falling from his one bared eye. Ikki rolled almost effortlessly into a sitting position, overcome with his brotherly instincts. Because thats all they were, really. He was looking out for the little guy, plain and simple.Ikki-kun, I . . . I need your advice. Poor boy looked like a nervous wreck. Something has ha-ha-happened to me.Ha-ha-happened? Did his body finally mature enough, was he officially a girl now? Because damn . . . Youd be better talking to Ringo about that.But I asked Agito-kun, and Agito-kun told me youd be able to help me. He said you were probably an expert.An expert, eh? Ikki perked up. He liked the sound of that. Well, you know, I am an expert on many and various . . . uh, things. Sure he was. Like, A-Ts and . . . well, things.Really? Akito looked a little hopeful at that. Do you think you can help me, then?Of course! Movie had just gone to commercial anyway. How long could the little guys problem take? Whats the problem?Akitos cheeks appeared to darken somewhat. Was he sick? Its um . . . He looked around the room nervously, then stepped forward until he was standing in front of Ikki. He scrunched his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and lifted his sweatshirt above his waist. This.Ikki found himself face to face with a raging, sizable, and thankfully-clothed preteen erection. Or should that be face to dick? Regardless, his suspicions about the sharks gender had just been stamped out.W-W-W-WHAT?! Ikki crawled backwards onto his bed until the back of his skull knocked into his headboard, a look of abject horror distorting his face. WHAT THE HELL?!Although it had been an automatic reaction, yelling had been a bad move. Three seconds and a concerned Ringo was knocking on his door.Ikki? Whats wrong? The doorknob twisted but held still. Akito, apparently foreseeing this danger, had locked the door. Ikki, why is your door locked, are you okay?Akito himself meanwhile had shrunk crouching into a dark corner with a little black cloud of despair raining on his head. Ikki needed to do something.Im fine! It was just the TV! he called through the door, putting on a big grin even though Ringo obviously couldnt see him. Nothing to worry about!Are you sure? It sounded like you were screaming. Can I come in? The doorknob jingled again, this time with more force.No! Ikki panicked and held the door closed even though it wasnt necessary. Why not?Im naked!A tiny shriek and a series of rushing footsteps told him he was in the clear.Phew. That was a close one. Although close to what, he wasnt really sure. He just didnt want to explain to Ringo why Akito was sitting in a corner of his room looking like his favorite pet had just gotten run over by a truck. (Probably the one his scary-ass brother drove.)He tried to think of something appropriate to say but ended up with a monotone of What the hell. Akito. What the hell. At least he kept it to a dull roar this time.But Ikki-kun, I dont know what to do! Akito whined tearfully. He pulled his shirt down to cover the cause of his shame, then squirmed helplessly as he undoubtedly made it worse. Ikki tried not to let his sex-starved mind linger too long on what exactly it was.It feels so weird! And I cant go to the bathroom when its like this!Sweatdrops formed in a hundred different spots on Ikkis head.Akito pressed his hand to his problem as if to push it back down. It keeps getting worse! Ikki-kun! His tiny fist rubbed over the bulge angrily as his smooth, pretty face flushed and his soft, pink mouth went slack. Help me, Ikki-kun. Please!Something within Ikki snapped. It must have been his brain.He relaxed from his horrified position and sat down stiffly on his bed. Sit down.Akitos eyes brightened just a bit. Ikki-kun?Just come ere and sit down! You wanna get rid of it, right? Yeah, now that he thought about it, he might be considered something of an expert in this particular field. Fucking smart mouth Agito.Akito made a happy noise of affirmation and jumped onto the bed beside him, squirming closer and closer until he almost had Ikki falling off the side. What should I do? Should I take my pants off? Ikki was about to protest vehemently, but he didnt have time to. His eyes boggled out of his skull; a split second later and Akitos jeans and white cotton briefs were around his delicate-looking ankles, and he was looking up at Ikki with a bright, innocent, expectant smile. Now what?Ikki gaped for a minute, and Akitos eyes wandered down. Oh! You have one too!WHAT. Ikki looked down. WHAT THE HELL. He instinctively tried to cover himself, but knew it would be kinda meaningless by this point. Why, oh why was this happening to him? And why was it happening on his Sunday? Before doing anything else, Ikki reached over and turned the TV off before turning back to Akito and his now-mutual problem.Akito's eyes were practically sparkling as he stared at the bulge in Ikki's boxers.Can I touch it?NO.Akito pouted and Ikki winced as his cock twitched gently against his thigh. Well, he supposed this would make things a bit easier in a sense. He held his breath, swallowed his pride, and pulled his boxers off.Alright. First what you do-Wow, Ikki-kuns is so much bigger than mine!WHAT YOU DO IS. Um. Well. You, er, touch it. He was appalled to feel his face go hot. Couldnt be helped though. No one had ever watched him jerk off before, after all. His palm was sweaty before it even reached his cock. L-like this.He hissed as the sensitive skin of his cock shivered with approval as it was given a nice, firm stroke. He was rock hard almost instantly, and had to bite his lip so as not to moan as the sweet, dull pleasure began to spread throughout his groin.Like this? Akito mimicked his actions. Aah! he cried in a helpless voice and grabbed Ikkis thigh as if scared. Ikki, annoyed, instinctively looked over to see what he was doing. Bad idea. Really bad idea. He wasnt getting turned on by this, no way in hell, wasnt happening, no sir, never in a million years. He was turned on because he was thinking about . . . tits. Oh yeah, tits. Mmmmm he loved tits; loved the way they looked, the way they felt (or the way he imagined they felt), the way they jiggled up and down.Think about . . . girls and stuff. He was instructing Akito. Not himself. Think of a really hot girl. Someone you like. Think of doing . . . um . . . naughty things with her.Naughty things?Ikki could feel his ears must be redder than a beet by this point. Things like . . . kissing her. Touching her. Touching her boobs.Silence passed between them for a few minutes, where the only things either could hear were the heavy breaths of one another. Ikki bit his lip as frustration seeped into his veins. Dammit, but his regular fantasies just werent working today. Must be because of the awkward situation. Or maybe Akitos hand on his thigh? No, his mind stamped that one out immediately.Ikki-kun? Akito sounded as frustrated as Ikki felt. What is it?This isnt helping.What? Why?I dont like girls.Ikki froze. Oh yeah. Now that he thought about it, the little brat was a bit of a flamer, wasnt he?So . . . think about guys then!Someone I like?Ikki felt his stomach tighten as he swallowed, taking a few moments to answer. I guess.Okay! Akito chirped brightly. Ill think about you!Wait . . . thats . . . Ikki gasped as his cock gave a twitch of pleasure and the muscles of his legs shook ever-so-slightly. So, I should think about kissing Ikki-kun? And touching Ikki-kun . . . Ikki-kun doesnt have boobs though . . .Well, sorry about that, Ikki retorted, somehow slightly offended. Ah . . . ah, Ikki-kun . . . ooooh. Akito moaned like he was in heaven, and Ikki couldnt resist a peek.Fuck it all, he cursed under his breath and quickened his strokes, reaching down to cradle his balls. He couldnt deny it any more, this was hot. And fuck him, he wanted to touch him, and badly. What that meant, he chose not to dwell on.Are . . . he swallowed nervously and started again. Are you thinking about . . . me?Mmmm, Akito nodded, threw his head back, and jerked his slim little hips up into his hand. Ikki watched, so incredibly aroused he quickened his strokes without realizing. This feels good, Ikki-kun, Akitos eyes fluttered open, and he looked at Ikki through half-closed lids. Why does it feel so good?Ikki couldnt answer that, so he posed a question instead. What are you thinking about? You know, with me? There was a small, vanishing voice in his head that was telling him this was sick and practically pedophilia, but his cock had long ago taken control over his body.I . . . Akito slowed his movements, looking embarrassed. Dont be embarrassed, come on, tell me, Ikki whined impatiently.Im thinking about you. About you . . . touching me. Like this.Yeah, Ikki groaned and licked his lips. It was the very thing he had wanted to hear. He was sweating like crazy now, and so, so close. He watched those small fingers slide up and down, pulling back foreskin and revealing a wet, reddened tip. He was getting closer.Ikki-kun . . . aah . . .Ikki let out a growl, noticing how inexperienced the boy was in the fine art of masturbation. Well, his brain (cock) spoke up, there was only one way to teach him, wasnt there?You like the thought of that . . . me touching you. Huh, Akito?Yeah, Ikki-kun, Akito whimpered helplessly. So good.Ikki didnt need anymore permission than that. He took the hand that was fondling his own balls and reached over towards Akito without a hint of hesitation. He sucked in a breath right before he wrapped his hand around it, and gave a deep moan at the amazing feel of it, warm and soft in his hand. He stroked it once, rubbing over the head and lathering the shaft with sticky precome; a second stroke, and it wasnt just precome.Akito gave a wordless shriek of pleasure as his small, pink cock came on Ikkis hand, hips lifting off the bed and eyes going wide momentarily. Ikki felt his jaw drop, his right hand squeeze, his groin tighten, and his own cock release in the span of a single breath. Oh holy god. Oh fuck yes. This was so, so much better than tits.Spent, he laid back on his bed to catch his breath. A minute later, he raised both hands in front of him; one was covered in his own come, the other in Akitos. He stared and realized what hed just done.For the sake of his pride, he just managed to stop the WHAT THE HELL?! before it came out of his mouth. There was no use denying it now; what was done was done.He wiped off his hands on his discarded boxers and turned to his side, pointedly away from Akito. He was sleepy with physical satisfaction, and his eyes were drooping with sleep when he turned over without realizing and found himself staring at a slightly less-pretty boy than before.I always knew you were a sick, twisted homo. Fucking crow.~FIN~______♥

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nedjelja, 01.11.2009.

Love Post #7: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OKAA-SAN!, or why I love ukefied

ukefied is my mommy. And I mean "mommy," in the loose, Oishi-like sense as well as the "mother of my children" sense. My mommy loves me and I love her. It's a good kinda relationship like that. We've been through everything together, from suicidal shower heads to jpop gay sex scandals, and we've made it out alive, and we've made it out TOGETHER. More importantly, today is my Okaa-san's BIRTHDAY, and to celebrate her BIRTHDAY, I tried writing her Gintama porn which turned into a drabble of FAIL, but who knows, maybe she'll like it anyway? :DDDDD;;;Title: Kyoto PoliticsFandom: GintamaPairing: Gintoki/KatsuraRating: RSummary: HAPPY BIRTHDAY OKAA-SAN! I LOVE U LOOOONG TIME. It was the sake; it always did strange things to him. Then again, Sakata Gintoki did strange things to him as well.How can you pride yourself at being their slave?Eh, slave? I dont recall ever calling anyone master, working a plantation, pickin cotton-Thats not the point, Katsura interrupted his nonsense through gritted teeth. Theyve made the humans their slaves, dont you see? Theyve declared themselves regents to a planet that wasnt theirs to claim. What did you fight for, if not that?Gintoki rolled over with a sigh and looked at him through droopy eyes. Damn youre a persistent little terrorist. You really are like a girl from Kyoto.Persistence isnt a trait found only in women.Yeah, but youre also about as cute as one too, Gintoki fingered the ends of his hair, and Katsura stiffened, hiding a blush.We were talking politics, Gintoki.My politics are simple, Zura. Fighting is fun, but love is a whole lot better. His fingertips skimmed across the back of Katsuras robe.Its not Zura, its Katsura. And thats not politics, thats a pick-up line.Same thing, isnt it? Gintokis hand trailed up the length of Katsuras spine, at least what he could reach from where he was lying on the floor, and ran back down through his hair. I do love your hair.Katsura trembled, and thought about it. Gintoki moved himself closer, hand wandering over and into his robe, and Katsura gave another, deeper tremble as the robe fell from his shoulders.You know, I think you may be right, he said some minutes later, taking Gintoki into his mouth.Make love, not war, you know? Gintoki said another some minutes later, lying spent between Katsuras legs, moaning at the warm wetness between their bodies. Right, Katsura?Katsura shivered and wondered if there was any pick-up line that he could use to get Sakata Gintoki to fight alongside him. Probably not, but then again, he mused as Gintoki stroked his hair, some things were better off without politics.~FIN~-----------------------------------------------omg fail. DDDD:

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