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Born under a bad song: Chapter # 08 - Even a stopped clock tells the time right twice a day

TITLE: Born under a bad song.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: LongFiction. Au. Angst. Melancholy. Romantic. Presence of violent scenes.
RATINGS: R. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun JjongKey {}; Lee Taemin MinhoTaemin {}.
SUMMARY: That father, the man who should define it that way, it was really a monster. Beat him, made him evil because he thought Kibum was a monster. The man who had ended the life of his beloved wife. But what happens if someone is going to change the course of events?
NOTE: This fanfiction, again, is a sensitive issue. There is a bit 'of violence. Do not read it if you are not prepared.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah that encouraged me while writing. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: For this chapter: 2041, with the count of word.
Previous chapter: Chapter # 01 - No exit ; Chapter # 02 - "C'est a révolte?" Non, Sire, c'est une révolution " ; Chapter # 03 - The night is always darkest just before dawn ; Chapter # 04 - The oldest and most powerful human emotion is fear ; Chapter # 05 - To be without hope does not mean despair ; Chapter # 06 - Dodge the concrete is one of the most disturbing phenomena in the history of the human spirit ; Chapter # 07 - Perhaps what makes it unique is that his elusive love die and revive at any moment

Chapter # 08 - Even a stopped clock tells the time right twice a day

The father began to scream, waking.
"I can not believe the devil! I come to seek and find you here with this guy! Damn you've forgotten what I told you? You are a devil. You can not afford to be happy, all you do is foul and goes against nature. You should only burn! Burn! "
And while Kibum did not understand what was going on, can not remember ever having gone to the home of Jonghyun, it was the latter to stand in front of the boy's body with protecting her.
"You no longer touches with a finger on my Kibum"
The man raised his fist to be able to hit, but was interrupted by cries of Taemin who had just entered the room followed by Minho.
"What do you think you do, sir! Huh?! She really wants to continue this farce? We know the truth, we know that was not the fault of Kibum if his wife is dead. We know everything about her. Really want to continue? You want me to call the police? You know that crimes such as murder should never be a statute of limitations, right? "
Jonghyun had never seen his friend so serious, he had never seen a look in his eyes so hard, even when protected with Taemin his own body from those who accused them of being beasts.
"What you're saying, boy?! Kibum Do you want to protect with your body? You do not understand that this is a worst kind of hell? "While
Kibum tried to rise, certainly to be punished, to calm his father, Jonghyun hugged him without allowing it to move.
"I'm with you, love. Let me help you, please, "
" We know that the mother of Kibum did not die in childbirth! It 'died of cardiac arrest due to lack of oxygen in his lungs! It 's true, because the birth was still a bit' weak, but did not die for that! He was still alive when Kibum was born! He even fed before being forced to breathe with machines! "
Minho And while he repeated what was written in that of newspaper, the man fell to the ground holding his head, screaming with all the breath in his throat because he was remembering what had for so long tried to forget distorting reality.
The face of his wife, the life insurance policy that hung over his head, the legacy of her parents now dead, all that money that would have allowed him to live his life without having to think about work, the same work which had been fired.
That dismissal of which she had spoken with the family, quell'alcool flowing by the gallon and that he was drowning in debt.
At the time that had seemed the only way, after his wife was still weak from childbirth, and that was the best opportunity to simulate an accident and kill her so you can earn all their money.
was why he had removed the mask of breath, a last kiss on the lips before she died and to alert doctors, first putting in place the respirator.
The doctors were shocked because they could not understand that it was not because the respirator is turned off, but due to an external factor that the woman was dead.
His death was classified as an accident.
Only later, while watching their only child cry with all his strength he felt a worm, a bastard for doing such a thing for the money and it was at this period that he began drinking even more than before: it brought home the baby, brought him up and as soon as he was old enough to understand it, had screamed at her that it was because his mother had died because they simply could not bear to be he was the real cause of his death.
And while the man began to sob punched the floor, Kibum began to tremble.
"I'm sorry. Excuse me. Forgive me my wife. I did not know what I was doing. I was afraid for the debt, did not want to talk about it because it was my pride. I did not want to be thought an idiot with no balls just when you were about to give birth to our son. I'm sorry, I'm sorry "It was there that
Minho looking man smiled.
"You know sir, much better able to make amends when it is in prison. For this I have already called the police, will be here soon, could you please repeat the same things when the cops will be here. Will not cause other problems to his only son, right? "
The man was now in a sorry state, so no one deigned more than a glance, they looked Kibum raised believing that by now all would.
"I would rather I continue to be the cause of everything. Now my father is even worse ... and I do not want is wrong. I want to be the cause of everything. I want to be the wrong one. Now Dad is suffering even more, "While
Kibum cried, hugged him Jonghyun trying to comfort him as best he could: yes, it was his angel. Lee was a
Jinka to arrest the father of Kibum in prison, and was a doctor named Lee Chansung heal wounds of his body of Kibum.
wounds of the soul, unfortunately, were more difficult to treat, but Jonghyun not known for sure to win.


twenty years passed before Kim Kibum could feel good himself, twenty years in which Taemin Minho and were always together.
Twenty years of struggle and love with Jonghyun trying to make him understand what he was perfect in his eyes, twenty years, but it was only ten years after his father died in prison, but he had not gone to the funeral , had not even wanted to see his grave.
She still felt responsible for what had happened and his mind could not face it all.
It was only after twenty years, however, that managed for the first time in his life, to visit her mother on her grave.
Jonghyun and he had brought a bouquet of red roses, Kibum chose this flower because it seemed he could make his mother understand how he had loved.
Upon arriving at the cemetery began to cry in silence, unable to do anything and Jonghyun him tight against him trying to infuse that he lacked courage.
"You know, this is the first time I come here. First we have never failed because I thought it was because of me that my mother had died and I did not think they have the right to come here, where he is buried, because a demon would not be able to enter the cemetery's Jonghyun
stroked her hair in silence knowing that Kibum was not that need to vent before I could start again his life in peace and at his side.
"You know, I wanted her to see how well I will. I wish he could see what I became, like ... I grew up. How I managed to become a social worker who deals with child abuse. I wish he could see the day when we went in together and also one in which, finally, Taemin Minho and were able to adopt a child of their own. I wish he could see "
Jonghyun just sat next to him, bowing.
"Hello ma'am. I am Kim Jonghyun, the boy is her son, now live together, you know? And I love him, love him with all my might as I never loved anyone else. It has a wonderful son, who knows how to take care of everyone despite everything that has happened. You know, her wounds are almost healed, but even if I were not so protected him forever because he is my Kibummie "
And while Kibum looked at him without understanding, a smile on his face at hearing his nickname, that only Jonghyun was allowed to ask him, Jonghyun looked at him gently, kissing his nose.
"You must never, ever think that your mother has seen you grow. She is up there watching you from above and I'm sure has been able to forgive your father, just as you did. She is always there and I had to submit to so well because even your mother will know that you're mine. You are my Kibummie, and will be forever, no? Why we love each other and I thought it only fair to point this out to your mom too, although I am pretty sure that you know this already "
Kibum shook his head, a sad look in his eyes.
"What are you saying Jonghyun? She is not alive, can not look down "Just
Jonghyun shook his head again taking Kibum's face, facendoglielo up into the sky where you saw, if only for a while, a mysterious light.
It could be a ray of sunshine that day because the sky was full of clouds that covered whatever, so that light could only be a sign of fate, as if the mother had heard the words of Kibum Jonghyun deciding to go to his aid.
"It's okay Kibummie. No need to be so strong, you can let go and realize that the world is not always as you see it, black or white. See? That light is a sign of fate, is that your mom wants you to know that she is and has always been there to watch over you. And 'she was brought us together, no? Because we are soulmates just like you always say you and nothing and nobody could ever divide us, "Kibum
While she let herself go against his body, tears and sobs are mixed to his words, Jonghyun could not help but think that his life was finally complete, because he and Kibum is completed as if they were both halves of the same soul, reconnecting, purest love that gave life could exist in the world. Just as
Taemin and Minho, and finally he, Jonghyun Kim, was not feeling jealous of his friends had been, because he already had, a feeling so strong can break even an entire mountain.
"Jjong, I love you" Just
Kibummie could call it that way, only he, because only he could bring a smile to make him spontaneously to hear that nickname so funny, he was only able to do so by shaking head to toe just because he repeats his name.
And the love between them had never been so sweet, it had nothing to do with the broom that had concluded before meeting him, Kibum, even during intercourse had been so innocent, wonderful for everything , scaring more and more times before he could complete it before we get a real orgasm.
Kibum had been to reveal how you touch at night thinking of him, and Jonghyun had felt the happiest girl in the world, because the way they had talked him her boyfriend was not something rude or vulgar, all ' another, was something that only a pure and chaste as Kibum could try.
Because even during those moments his malicious Kibum continued to remain an angel, a doll that Jonghyun crystal had to be more than careful, because if he had fallen out of the hands would have ended up breaking into a thousand pieces and that , the heart of Jonghyun, would be the end.
"I love you too, Kibummie, with all my heart, you know?"
Because even if he had become a professional footballer Kibum had never left alone even for one night, and if you really wanted to play in a posting, he always wore around her boyfriend.
Minho from that day became a lawyer, because he understood that protecting the innocent and unmask the criminals was his task, while Taemin had become a reporter hungry for news.
Yet all four continued to come by, laughing and joking together.
Yes, because when Kibum was with Jonghyun, she could smile, too.

40 Weeks Pregnant And My Poop Is Black

드라마 스페셜 - 피아니스트 - Pianist

I saw last night in one breath and hit me, of course.
For those who do not already know there is a film that is softsubbato hardusubbato in Italian and a link to download it here: Thanks to Bakagirls.
certainly already know the plot of this special, is not it? No? Very bad.

Oh Je Ro interpreted by our Minho Choi, is a musical genius who has never received despite the real lessons, you will be able to play piano like no other.
Unfortunately, due to the fact that his mother died when she was very small and that the father is sick, he had to leave school and start working in a factory as a restorer of pianos with his uncle.
His name, given to him by his father, it sounds like "Oh, Zero," thus making him believe that he was born alone, and having to go through life without anyone, but everything changes when she meets a music teacher of an elementary school, Yoon In Sa, which we love.

aside for a moment the plot, okay?
SPOILER big as a house to get some 'AROUND THE FILM!
Apart from the fact that, like any good Korean drama worthy of respect, the birth of love is the classic lightning . Who knows why, and who knows why the two come in the same shop.
One, to buy cigarettes to his uncle, the other to buy a new pair of socks that somehow and for some reason is wearing right in the store. A fall
Minho money hand because it pushes the girl. It lowers while sucking the ice cream enthusiast just opened and he sees her legs and puts his socks and was dazzled.
What kind of guy falls in love at first sight with a pair of legs bandaged from a knee? NO. But our good Oh Je Ro does.
We find then in the evening. The girl has just broken up with her boyfriend, with whom he was together for five years and the shoes breaks tirandogliele behind. Oh Je Ro will be his savior because ( What a coincidence) was passing from there with the van.
They talk a bit 'blah blah blah blah then she will call him the next day to place the class in which he plays piano. The fact is that
In this Sa Yoon, despite being a master degree in music, can not play the piano very well because he has now retired and therefore O Je Ro finds herself forced to play for her Chopin.
Yes, because the teacher must play Chopin to demonstrate that they can continue to teach and so, in the classroom closed Oh Je Ro is playing while everyone is surprised to hear it out. WHY 'HELL NO DEALS WHILE HE PLAYS AND' A MYSTERY! The nice
Oh Je Ro says, gives her a necklace with a ring promising that soon, he could wear the right thing and the two kiss. Oh, do not expect much given that, as in every Korean drama, the kiss is something that can not be more chaste.
The girl tries to go back to school Oh Je Ro, but it seems that everyone wants to reject it, which is not very understandable given how good he is. Then the ex-boyfriend of her back and her spring Ro Je Oh why, on balance, than you he's just a kid.
Oh Je Ro cries and tries to take her back to her playing a melody composed by him, the girl with the piano just repaired.
At the end she receives a marriage proposal from the former, but rejects it because Je Ro love Oh, but obviously not going to tell him, because he is stupid. Bring the song composed by him by a renowned professor and in so doing he has his chance and after two years will have a personal concert.
Just two years later they were back again in the same shop we had seen at first. One to buy cigarettes for his uncle, the other to take NEW a pair of socks. Why did not always come out is a mystery.
AND THE FILM ENDS HERE.

Obviously this is just to get some 'fun of the cliché Korean drama that every endeavor.
In fact, the film is very beautiful. It lasts an hour and twelve minutes and the story is never slow because of it. (Compared to the Korean dramas that are usually ending is a big step forward, no?). The background music
(only ever played the piano) accompanying so sublime scenes of the film.
Sure, the film could be treated a bit 'better, and some parts of the story depth, but I must say that it is a film worth seeing after all.
Grazioso, without much embroidery.
actors that compose it were perfect in their parts.
Obviously we are dealing with early experiences Minho as an actor, but he really has potential. I'm sure that will be able to use their best efforts to become a good actor if he wants.

If I felt like writing a review is because this film really deserves.
Watch it and let me know what you think.

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Born under a bad song: Chapter # 07 - Perhaps what makes it unique is the love that his elusive

TITLE: Born under a bad song.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: LongFiction. Au. Angst. Melancholy. Romantic. Presence of violent scenes.
RATINGS: R. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun JjongKey {}; Lee Taemin MinhoTaemin {}.
SUMMARY: That father, the man who should define it that way, it was really a monster. Beat him, made him evil because he thought Kibum was a monster. The man who had ended the life of his beloved wife. But what happens if someone is going to change the course of events?
NOTE: This fanfiction, again, is a sensitive issue. There is a bit 'of violence. Do not read it if you are not prepared.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah that encouraged me while writing. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: For this chapter: 2052, with the word count.
Previous chapter: Chapter # 01 - No exit ; Chapter # 02 - "C'est a révolte?" Non, Sire, c'est une révolution " ; Chapter # 03 - The night is always darkest just before dawn ; Chapter # 04 - The oldest and most powerful human emotion is fear ; Chapter # 05 - Being deprived of hope does not mean despair ; Chapter # 06 - Dodge the concrete is one of the most disturbing phenomena in the history of the human spirit

Chapter # 07 - Perhaps what is unique about the 'His love is this elusive die and live again at any moment when it looked

eyes, dry your tears, already had made his decision: he would reveal his love and then he would have kissed her tenderly.
Yes, it could go.
"Kibum. You know, first I thought you were a kid to stay away from, I did not like the way you behave, but now ... since I have seen a little deeper I knew I love you. I want to protect Kibum, I want to give you the life that your father has taken all this time. I want to make sure that you can do everything you private until now. I want to be your prince charming, the ray of sun that shines down on you smiling, I be the one who looks at you last night before you fall asleep, and I want to be what you observed first in the morning when you wake up. I want to be for you, Kibum. I want to allow it? "
He saw her eyes open by surprise mixed with fear as he approached to be able to kiss, after all, was the only way to seal that had that moment, to make him understand that what he had just said was only the truth, that he loved him seriously and do not pretend to, but did not really come to terms with what was coming.
was not able even to touch her lips tremble when she heard him even more violently, the rapid breathing, heart beating in rhythm as if it were a battery.
He left little that was enough to see his face tense, his lips apart, his breath that he could not get in his throat as he could see Kibum was trying to breathe, but did not succeed, he could see how his against his body trembled and Jonghyun literally went into a panic.
Kibum seemed to have a panic attack and he did not know what to do, had never paid attention in class of medicine, and certainly had no idea what hours would be more suitable to do, maybe he should apply mouth-to mouth? Kibum
If he could recover just enough to emit some faint words told him that the only solution was to give him a plastic bag in which to breathe, so he could resume normal breathing, but at that moment the little breath he could permeate the His lungs did not allow him to think of anything that was not the need for air. And while Jonghyun
dangerously approached him, Kibum closed his eyes, as if he knew what was going to happen soon.
Jonghyun put his kissing on the lips, blowing warm breath in the throat and resumed self-consciousness while Kibum could not help but think that this he was feeling went far beyond his imagination: even in his daydreams he had never felt so good.
could feel the breath of Jonghyun join his, her warm breath that pervaded his mouth, he could hear the language of Jonghyun trying to establish contact with her, so it moves to the other trying to figure out how he should move. He understood what was
Jonghyun expert on how you move, because he seemed to know exactly what to do while he second by second, Kibum, he had no idea what to do: just trying to follow the other, believing that it would be good.
Jonghyun stroked his shoulders just moving away from him, before kissing him again, only could say: "You're doing great." And while Kibum
turn off the brain, that kiss lasted an eternity, was a kind of magic that never seemed to want to turn off, it was a wonderful thing, something unique and fantastic at the same time.
Only when he departed from him, embracing him, Kibum knew what he had just done: he had kissed a boy, he had done something immoral, because only the devil did it and this would certainly say that he had just spotted the perfection of boy she loved.
really could not have done it, no?
"This means that you love me and spare me, right? After all, even before you tell me that I am the girl you're in love, so what do you say now come to my house, eh? We could relax on the couch, so you will calm down. Then ... you'll see that settle everything with your father, okay? "But
Kibum was not listening more and when he got up Jonghyun thought she was only to confirm what he had said, nothing more wrong .
Kibum began running under the astonished gaze of Jonghyun not for nothing that he understood what had happened and when he began to chase him again, now Kibum had disappeared from view.
Jonghyun dropped to the ground by punching the asphalt: how could he be so stupid?
Just when he had just conquered, had made him run away from his fingers, like a ball had rolled away from him, forever.
could not believe it has been such an idiot, because he had not understood what it was like that look? And while the
Jonghyun looked everywhere, Kibum did nothing but go on the same hill from which he fled, convinced that Jonghyun would never have tried there, the bottom had just escaped, what sense would come back? For
Kibum though there was a sense, because the hill was the witness of his deepest love, of his thoughts as he watched Jonghyun playing football, it was she who had witnessed the growth of that feeling, that he even assisted their first kiss, so he had to punish on that same hill, hoping somehow to be able to save Jonghyun that way.
took some elastic from his jeans pocket tying it around the most painful wounds: those already infected with pus, then He looked around for something that could help him and took him very little to find it.
was a sharp, pointed rock with which he cut in half by pressing the arm a little so that we can break the skin, the blood just put us to emerge even from the wound and Kibum fell back against the ground happy because ; Jonghyun doing so would undoubtedly have been saved.
could feel all his questions and fears go away, get away from his mind as he closed his eyes letting go of that dizziness that overtook him suddenly causing fainting. Thus
Jonghyun found him when he returned to the mound in order to recover at least his purse and the designs of which he had become extremely jealous, Jonghyun was to take him in her arms, make sure it was still alive and cuddle.
Jonghyun was to make the decision to take him to his house, after all, seemed the only plausible possibility given that they could not even go to the hospital because Kibum would have denied everything, and it was useless.
Fortunately, her parents had left just a few days earlier for their honeymoon again.
Kibum laid her down in her bed, gently stripping him of his clothes, moaning note of frustration in all those wounds that adorn this perfect body.
still could not believe that there was a man so blinded by the bastard and do not understand that he was desecrating an angel with its harsh and violent ways, no, still could not believe it, then what was worse was that the monster was just black Kibum's father, who would protect him and instead was turned into his own executioner.
He took a basin of warm water and a sponge with which he had set about cleaning up every wound, to disinfect them because they could not allow them to continue to hold up the white skin and perfect, no he could not afford. While each elastic
removed that pressed on the bloody wounds, his eyes filled with tears as his angel, his Kibum, self-punished because of petty items that were addressed in childhood probably not allow him to live a normal life , same as any other child.
Because her father did not love him, this was the harsh realities and Jonghyun when he noticed the pained expression on his face that Kibum had even slept when he could not but think that if he had his hands unclean that being the wanted to get exactly the same injuries as the body of Kibum, perhaps, would have understood the magnitude of what he had just done.
He noticed the long black lashes that hid the world those innocent eyes while cleaning the last injury and could not help but stop just to give him a kiss, chaste, because that kiss just wanted to reassure the little boy who in his He had seen too many lives to be able to be happy and Jonghyun now had promised to do whatever was possible to be able to help. And while
Jonghyun, exhausted, at dawn, she fell asleep next to the subtle body of Kibum, in another life in another way and in another house a man was waking up looking for her son.
Why could say all of that alcoholic father and heartless, but when it was morning and could not find exactly where her son had left him, a sense of abandonment pervades stir the heart.
Perhaps it was because of this feeling that the same man that fought the hangover had risen early in the morning looking for the child in the house, not finding it: he thought immediately when he found those drawings, love that his son seemed to feel for that guy and did the only logical thing that his mind still managed to get drunk devise.
took the school albums of his son, the boy found himself depicted so many times on his drawings, he read the name, took the list of addresses searched his home.
Only then decided to leave the house for the first time since his wife died: he was still in my pajamas, because there was a dirty bathroom for months but did not care as it moved in slow motion to succeed find quell'abitazione.
It took really long to see her, but when they had done began to hit hard on the door until it gave way allowing so going into the house, finding his son in bed, and the other guy sleeping next to him and there the seeds of hatred and despair was able to touch levels not seen before.
And while all this was going on in that house, from another part Taemin was letting out a yell of satisfaction starting to jump up and down the room while her boyfriend looked at him not understanding what had happened: it was all day Asked before the information sought by Jonghyun, but despite the use of the Internet so far had not found anything, well, at least until Taemin had not started shouting threatening to wake the whole house.
"I found it! I found it! I'm sure it is this that Jonghyun needs. Minho, was I all right? I was good? I was good? Minho! Minho! I found it, I found it! "And
Minho just could not help but hug her boyfriend close to her heart, slowly stroking her hair because when Taemin behaved in that way, he was always more willing to tighten it and fill it with kisses because it was way too cute. She kissed him on the lips
involving them in a slow and erotic dance and before he could realize they were both finished on the bed, their bodies twisted against each other.
Surely they would continue what they started thinking more urgent if it had not invaded their mind: there was certainly time to make love! Jonghyun
had to go to give him the good news and also to get the latest news and say what he had managed to combine the other.
Minho was not fully assured that Jonghyun was succeeded in his mission, but sought to have faith in his best friend and why at that moment, as they left the house Taemin hand in hand, trying to believe that they would find a home Jonghyun Kibum, or so he hoped.
"I'm sure everything will be marked with this information"
Taemin could have no more reason than that.

Talk Like I Have A Stuffy Nose

Naruto, Iruka / Kakashi, "... the mask is on?"

And finally I reached the last to post! * Runs around the room *

Title: For solitude
Fandom:
Naruto Characters: Iruka Umino, Kakashi Hatake
Genre: Sentimental, Romance, Erotic
Alerts: Lemon, Yaoi
Party: 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Notes: Written for the p0rn fest and "A prompt a day"




The dense rain fell on the stones making Konoha of which were composed of the roads very slippery. Iruka walked quietly Direct to home, the red umbrella resting on one shoulder and the envelope containing his dinner in hand. Suddenly he stopped the ninja: in front of him, standing in front of the ramen at the kiosk is closed, there was Kakashi. Astonished by his behavior, by the way seemed to look the sign without even seeing her, he noticed that Iruka's clothes were soaked jonin, as well as his fair hair.
hesitated, approached the chunin.
"Master Kakashi?"
The man seemed to recover, turning towards him as if the rest of the world had taken to exist only then. Under the guise of cloth, the ninja smiled.
"Master Iruka! Why here? "The master of the academy
hesitated, shifting from foot to foot.
"I went to buy dinner." The eyes of the young man perched on the sign kiosk. "I had thought of eating ramen?"
Amazed, Kakashi took a turn attention to the kiosk and then closed when Iruka was sure he had stopped there, had probably done unconsciously. But
jonin smiled. "Exactly!"
Naruto was away, busy Sakura: Iruka understood how that could be ninja feel alone without the team that had learned to know and love, he knew what could be bitter loneliness.
"If you like, you could come to dinner with me. I think I got even more of what I need. And then ... "Iruka said wet clothes of the man who stood before him. "Maybe it's better if you change, I can give you one of my uniform."
Kakashi smiled, scratching his head.
"If you agree to cook!"


soup simmering on the stove and Iruka poured the hot water in a pot, preparing a herbal tea for himself and his guest. In next room could hear the water running: Kakashi had given her a suit, and when the noise stopped, waited for a moment the ninja to join him.
He was tasting the soup when he heard a scraping of chairs on the floor of the table. With a smile the man began to place a wooden spoon, taking a cup of tea and turned to give it to his guest.
Astonished, Iruka let his hand trembled so much that almost poured the liquid when she saw that Kakashi had indeed reached the kitchen and there he sat with his legs crossed, but remaining completely naked, except for mask of cloth.
slowly, clearing his voice, Iruka put his cup back on the shelf, looking for something to say.
"La. .. the mask is on? "
In the kitchen he felt a kind of gurgle, like the sound of water, and Iruka understood from the folds of cloth that Kakashi was laughing.
Calmly, the man moved his legs, showing fully the master of the academy.
"It is not the only thing left on."
Embarrassed, Iruka gulped, turning the other way while he felt blaze, wishing in that moment of being able to wear too a mask. The smell of jonin but joined him, making him turn again towards him and the ninja's approached, taking a cup of tea and smelling them through the fabric.
"It looks bad."
In an attempt to restore a bit 'normal, the chunin tried to continue the discussion on that road.
"It's good against the cold."
to one another, the two ninja looked at each other in silence. The first to speak was Kakashi.
"It's not the cold that scares us, I read it in your eyes as you know that you read to me." He wanted
look down, then hide ninja seemed to discover the secrets of every man or woman, wanted to stop that speech, he would hardly have wanted to be invited to go to him but soon the memory of the man in the rain returned to his mind and then could no longer look away from those eyes so different from each other.
Kakashi leaned toward him, touching the scar on his face with tufts of their hair still wet, Whisper softly in his ear.
"It's the loneliness that scares us all, without exception."
Iruka shifted his face, back to look slightly alarmed.
"What do you mean?"
But Kakashi smiled and caught him, lowering the mask of cloth.
"You know that."
Iruka closed his eyes, savoring the jonin resting on his lips, feeling the taste of rain and extreme cold, having almost scary.



Iruka clung with all their forces back the man above him.
semi open the window came the night air, blowing on his hot skin, mixing with the breath of Kakashi in his hair loose. The ninja tried to take as much as possible their eyes fixed on those other lover, trying to record the different feeling that gave each of her kisses, depending on his face was straight or tilted to one side, depending on how pressed to his lips and put us in appropriating as much voracity of his mouth, depending on how much sweetness at times knowing take on it.
Iruka felt that the blankets slid away, I realized that the cold increased while all other senses were slaves of the man who had driven that night in bed, making him want to strip, to drown with him between the sheets clinging to sex as a lifeline. The body heat of jonin was intoxicating and yet, as he drove repeatedly into his body, Iruka knew that never, ever would have been unable or unwilling to ask to stop, to leave.
Kakashi had met by chance.
had decided to cling to one another as they were desperate.
And now they would not let go, wanted the night go on forever, that the smell of rain is pouring from the window half open, convincing them that the pain filled the world, but in that room could be sweet for both of them, a glimmer of love.
Iruka knew, as we knew that Kakashi went to hug him, deciding not to break away from him, that if there was one thing if he could not cure the loneliness at least alleviate the evil, was to stay together.

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Hamlet, Hamlet / Horatio, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

Title: My Prince
Fandom: Hamlet
Characters: Hamlet, Horatio
Genre: Romantic, Sentimental, Erotic
Alerts: Lime , Slash
Rating: Red
Party: 1 / 1
Note: this also Written for p0rn fest, a prompt adorable \u0026lt;3





The Prince of Denmark was sitting on his bed, his knees against his chest, hands pressed on the head. Horace entered the room, closing the door behind him.
Hamlet was going to call you by name when he saw this already spoke, without moving his lips but no sound came from it.
He respected the silence and moved quietly, sitting on the side of his bed. Hamlet stopped moving imperceptibly back and forth, tightening his lips. If Horace had not known that insanity was false and crafted to confuse the enemies of the kingdom, he might have thought that her prince had now crossed the fateful line, losing himself. In a moment his own thought humans caused a great fear and the unconscious desire not to lose it, it moves: his arm slipped on the shoulders of the prince, shaking hands with just one shoulder in an attempt to comfort, to remind him that all was not sick in that world.
Hamlet slowly lowered his arms, turning her face toward him, her eyes finally a bit 'quieter.
"Thank you, my friend."
Orazio remained steady while the prince was leaning toward him, touching his lips with his own and everything seems to freeze.


Hamlet kissing his body as if his lips were butterflies alighting on him quickly and gently, not leaving time to breathe: they had been childhood friends and even Horace could not believe what was happening.
Prince moved on him, moving his lips in silence, telling poems of distant lands beyond the sea, the joy of life and destruction of death, or at least that was what Horace thought, his gaze fixed on red lips of his best friend, the future of his sire, the only man in the world that he gave his life. A
he was giving everything.
There was pain, so much more than what you would imagine. Probably had issued almost a cry in the beginning, despite much more pleasure now try to imagine what, but the strange thing was that he had not even heard.
not heard the words of his prince, did not hear the groans of Hamlet nor Horace, nor the sound of their bodies and not those of the bed.
The pleasure was moving in waves, flooding, depriving them of all sense of time, accompanying him on the threshold of ecstasy, and stopped at the border between the pain and madness.
saw Hamlet gape while poetry ceased, reaching its peak, and he himself felt at peace until his best friend, the only thing that still kept him tied to that place, not dropped on him, breathing heavily on his chest. And suddenly
Horace began to hear everything, fully realizing what had happened between them.
Prince of Denmark rubbed his head on his chest and he was almost certain that the same maybe a tear to escape from his eyes.
"Thank you, my friend."
"Anything, my prince."

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Hush Little Red Riding Hood / Wolf, Confessions unwanted

Title: Confessions unwanted
Fandom: Little Red Riding Hood (yes You can also start to laugh)
Characters: Little Red Riding Hood, Wolf
Genre: Demenziale, Erotic
Alerts: Lime
Rating: Red
Party: 1 / 1
Note: this also Written for p0rn fest.




There once was a young girl who, because of that he always wore a red cape, everyone called "Little Red Riding Hood." This young girl was so selfless to bring each week to her grandmother food supplies in the fee of a few dollars. It was so good that inflation did not weigh on the shoulders of the grandmother but on those of his mother, asking for increases according to the movements in the stock market.
There are many stories about how Little Red Riding Hood lost his innocence, some say that he never had, someone talks about a trip in the woods where he discovered the sweetness of strawberries and blueberries that are only very very deep into the woods, a wolf who taught her to find, but there are some who say that it is only a metaphor, and that truth is not so poetic.
In reality there were only four little squirrels act as witnesses to the event and this is what they told the Council of the Wood, the laundry room.


was a summer day and the young Little Red was walking through the forest with her wicker basket, hopping merrily and letting her short dress with flowers sway freely to the light breeze that crept through the trees.
was the day she went by her grandmother to bring her food and she was particularly pleased by the arrival of the holidays and the weekly allowance: he was now in the middle of the forest when suddenly a deep voice and a bit ' the hoarse wolf came from a tree beside the path, making her jump in fear.

"made me get a heart attack, you moron!" But the wolf
ignored his language and sly leaned against the trunk of the tree closer, crossing his legs to his chest.
'Hey, baby, you know that I have a passion for people like you? "
The girl gave him a skeptical look, trying to arch his eyebrows as possible.
"" People like me '? "
The wolf stepped forward, sway, and with the paw moved a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Yes, so he decided those who know what they want and are not afraid even to be thirteen kilometers walking in a forest dark and dangerous to get it."
without giving them much thought, our dear Little Red Riding Hood the wolf reached out with one punch, and while this was on the ground and looked at her with watery eyes, continued to show a sequence of obscene gestures.
Desolate, wolves wiped her tears, I sat on the ground wet with dew.
"Actually, if I act like it is because no one ever loved me when I was little."
Little Red Riding Hood stopped and gesturing to his tongue, going back and looking serious being that stood before him with almost a bit of interest. So the wolf went on talking.
"My mother always left alone in the den and went with the other wolves, they all said it was full of love but I always felt quite alone. "
Little Red Riding Hood scratched his arm, his lips tight, hoping that the old story over soon.
"They called it the 'horny." And my dad never did anything to bring her home. He, too, in fact he was always away, he had a passion for families of goats and sheep, and one day my mother told me that he would not return, he found a new hunting ground and we had established. It was hard going, because at that time arrived in the area and when a hunter We first met him I have not made a good impression because he shot me e. .. "
" It is enough, "Little Red Riding Hood
threw to the ground inside the basket with things for her grandmother, the arms had become red from the scratch, his eyes almost bulging out of anger and upset blond hair.
"Your mother gave love to others and not to you, so what? That kind of love, trust me, you would have traumatized even more if he gave it to you! And your father preferred the goat to you? You should be happy, right? Would not be here to tell if it was the opposite! Want to love you never had? All right! "

There is a very detailed version of what happened after, Little Red Riding Hood admitted part of the story with her friends during the bachelor party of Snow White but the wolf was so shocked that since then began to walk around with a stupid smile on the face and attacked the forest with no one more button. Only the squirrels went over there and watched the scene reported how things went on, though no one remember the moments immediately after, because they were engaged in preparing the popcorn, all were in agreement about what follows.


Little Red Riding Hood the wolf lunged at a glance halfway between the hungry and impatient, catching him by surprise and snatching away his pants patched, soon following them from their red thong. Before the poor wolf could understand what was going on she took over the situation (in many ways) and he was lost, falling into the trap of the pleasure that she created around, waiting for him to lose control enough to start feeding the their sexual appetites. Squirrels testified that she did not seem willing to stop the wolf writhed beneath her, barking and scratching his back, it was reported that even when he left the marks of his claws on her white skin that overthrew her head back, screaming with joy your satisfaction.

but not many wanted to believe this version of history, perhaps because of the joints that small rodents are smoked after witnessing the events in question, will appreciate the not-so-veiled girl.
However you had to take note of the fact that when Hood came with hours of delay from this grandmother is surprised to find it much quieter than usual, as well as the lack of butter in the trash. Also what has made even more suspicious that this story was based on truth, is not only the presence framed by a red thong in the den of wolves, but even the smell of this that parents often think of Red Riding Hood still feel some mornings, the young woman impregnated in the sheets.

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ORIGINAL M / M, crossdressing

Title: With a skirt
Fandom: Original , Erotic
Characters: Julius, Matthew
Genre: Erotic, Romantic
Alerts: Lemon, Homosexuality
Party: 1 / 1
Notes: Written for the p0rn fest, ^ ^ to request ladyaika



Julius could only admit to himself that why every time, on time, ended up with Matthew bet it was because he knew how happy it would have been his companion when he won, not because they really could not stop accepting bets. Julie knew it was not a matter of "look like a girl" or not, that the partner she loved him for who he was and never would be in love with a girl. Despite everything, however, would have preferred if Matthew had admitted.
Until then, he thought Julius moving the pelvis would also be able to continue losing bets placed, dressing as a woman and shamelessly to sway annoying him wearing a thong.

The skirt was moving slightly to his every move, showing really great skin: Giulio she looked in the mirror, slightly sweaty white blouse and a red headband in her hair brown. She smiled, running a hand over his head, looking at her reflection and that of the boy sitting behind her, intent on watching from his chair, his lips parted and his eyes fixed on his butt, one hand resting on the crotch.
Julie spread her legs, stooping forward as he had seen in a film by a woman, putting himself fully on display. Then, as the blood went to his head and could throw a look directly to the partner, clearly saw him unbutton his pants, hesitate a moment and then stuffing them with one hand.
He stood, leaning mirror, continuing to move as if dancing despite the absence of music.
They decided to do so after the first time: there was nothing I prefer more of Julius hear the sighs of Matthew when he finally was no longer resisting and he would masturbate watching. He felt his eyes and ate it excited him, but ever since then hear him say ...
"Come here, baby."
was sweet but it was still an order and for some strange reason, like to Julius obey, join with a smile the chair and then let the fuck buddy in any position he wanted.

Matthew sat him down on his knees, seizing his chin in his fingers and kissing him while unbuttoning her blouse before you get it up again and have him sit now with his back to him. Matthew calmly placed his head on his shoulder, kissing his sweaty neck, his hands were moving possessive about his legs, on her thighs, going back to the groin. Julie bit her lip, moaning when a boy's hand clenched around his member, stroking, masturbating, and the other devoted himself instead to his testicles, touching floor. Gasped when the strap of the thong hurt and Matt included, stopping to pet it to make power on the tissue until it gave way, tearing. Julie smiled, moving forward because Matt could pull off the thong and throw on the ground, taking to massage the buttocks nude soon felt clearly the member of the hot companion perched on their skin and then press and penetrating. He groaned, his lips tight, while the hands of Matthew is still crawled under her blouse, squeezing the life and making him move, purpose without hesitation, groaning and panting in turn monosyllabic.
"So, yes, yes ..." Giulio
lowered head, focusing on the sensation of the penis of the other who was moving inside him, making him crazy. His gaze lingered on his sudden excitement: the skirt had moved and now its member soared over the edge blue, the boy could see the way in which pulsed and drops of liquid preorgasmico that slowly dripped on her skin , dirtying the fabric of her skirt, and without even knowing why, he felt even more exciting.
Matthew's hands moved, wandering over her body, caressing him, making him mad and took the boy to push against and tirarselo louder, moaning shamelessly until your arms are not tightened around the chest still bandaged from her blouse and companion Matthew broke free in his body, soon followed by the lover who was dirtying her skirt.

Julius leaned against the chest of Matthew, still smiling as he watched her skirt dirty now semen of both.
"You know, I begin to understand why you like me to dress so well."

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Ouran Host Club Hikaru / Kaoru, "Imagine that Haruhi to do so."

Title: most beautiful of all
Fandom: Ouran Host Club
Characters: Hikaru Hitachiin, Kaoru Hitachiin
Genre: Erotic , Sentimental
Alerts: Yaoi, Incest, Lemon
Rating: Red
Party: 1 / 1
Notes: Written for the p0rn fest and for the "A prompt day "(a few days ago)




The music hall number three was still empty, except for the presence of the two brothers Hitachiin: the lessons of their class were finished earlier than usual and they, with nothing better to do, had gone there. Not that they had tried to ask Haruhi to drink tea, only that she had chosen to study in the library. With a calm smile
Kaoru was pouring the first cup of tea of the day his brother sprawled on the sofa.
"Haruhi Why not forget the books sometime?"
Without even looking up, Kaoru put sugar in their tea.
"If it did not she would be more likely."
Hikaru took his cup, frowning.
"Yes, but if you try to dress in a somewhat 'more feminine ... It is not that we would. "However
Steal looked skeptical.
"I do notice that if he did everyone realizes that it is a girl."
"Yeah."
They drank their tea in silence, his eyes wandering around the room empty.
"From what we have to wear today?"
Kaoru's gaze lingered on a white robe, leaning over the back of a chair, probably left there the night before.
"Perhaps from Greek,"
Hikaru no reply, but rose from the sofa and went to get the robe, watching with eyes critical. She did not notice that his brother was coming behind him until it encircled his life, pulling him.
"What do you think?"
The boy tried to clear his throat, but he knew it was futile to lie with his twin.
"I wondered how she would ..."
Kaoru's hand came down slowly, leaning on his erection half awake. Hikaru blushed hearing the laughter of his brother's ear.
"Yes, I feel it."
Without hesitation, the boy pushed slightly against the hand basin in response to twin a bit squeezed ' grip. Hikaru groaned, starting to move a bit 'over the decision until the second hand does not Kaoru slipped down, unbuttoning the pants of his uniform and infilandocisi inside, grabbing his erection and gently taking to masturbate.
Hikaru leaned her head against his shoulder, eyes closed, his hands firmly clasped the white robe, the basin is going to move in the movement against the other. Suddenly the boy noticed the erection that was pressing on her swollen buttocks and stopped, eyes wide open on the profile of his brother who now looked at him with red cheeks.
"Kaoru, too?"
The boy smiled, denying his head.
"Never mind. Imagine that Haruhi is doing it. "
Hikaru closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he tried to think of their friend, her hair, her hazel eyes, her smile, tried to imagine his small hand tightened around its erection, intent on pumping, and her lips parted, breathing heavily.
At that moment she felt overcome with the scent of his brother's hair, his breath smelled of tea, and she opened her eyes, her face looked so familiar to almost resting against her. Suddenly the boy lost his grip while the tunica Kaoru moved his eyes on his eyes and he realized it was full of excitement twin.
"You okay? Can you see? "
Hikaru lifted his head, swallowing, denying her head.
"No. .." Suddenly he turned
, surprising his brother, kissed him forcefully on the lips, sneak into her mouth with his tongue while clutching the arms of the twin, wandering on the back.
Breathless, Hikaru was found to puff on his lips, his hands wrapped around the face identical to his.
"You ... You are much better looking. "
After a moment of uncertainty Kaoru smiled, kissing him in turn and doing it then turned back in silence, trying to return to masturbate. But
Hikaru stopped him, moving his hand in a hurry the boy completely unbuttoned his pants, then dropping them around her ankles together with boxers. Behind him, Kaoru held his breath for a moment; Hikaru smiled, leaning forward, resting his hands on the chair behind him and heard the noise of the brother who, in turn, lowered his pants.


Hikaru panting heavily, sweating inside the shirt he had left him, his hands clawed at the seat and the seat pushed up, fully exposed to the brother who pushed him, holding it tightly to her hips, sinking in love with him and enjoying every inch of skin from his body.
Hikaru glanced at the clock on the wall, trying to check that enough time remained before the arrival of everyone else.
"Kaoru ..."
The boy continued to push him, panting.
"Hikaru, tell me more ...»
His sister smiled, letting his head hang while indulging in the pleasure.
"You ... are the fairest of all. "
Kaoru stooped over him, slid his hands up to his chest, stroking while his lips wandered on his back.
"I love you brother, I love you so much."

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WITCH HUNTER ROBIN, Amon / Michael Lee, romantic movies

Title: movies
Fandom: Witch Hunter Robin
Characters: Michael Lee, Amon
Genre : Erotic, Sentimental
Warning: Lemon, Yaoi, PWP
Party: 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Notes: written for the p0rn fest \u0026lt;3




Michael furiously pounding on the keys, the volume shot up to in his headphones.
He looked up from the screen only when he noticed Karasuma standing in front of his desk and his lips move. Lowered the music, finally understood what she was saying.
"Amon called just now, the wizard seems to have moved to a rural village two hundred miles from here, he and Robin are on his trail. Amon said he will sleep there, we will learn about how research tomorrow. "
Michael nodded while colleague, this looked away, trying to think if there was nothing else to say dovergli.
"No, I will continue to ask questions and Sakaki people who attended here in town, I'll call you if there is news. "
The attacker turned, glancing at the office semi-desert.
"And Doujima?
Karasuma shrugged, a slight smile that masks turning and starting the lift.
"She was tired, said he was going home."
"Good night!"
"Good night ..."
Left alone in the office, hesitated a few seconds before returning to beat on the keys , trying to finish its work as soon as possible.

Michael was trying to pick up the phone and call Amon, just to hear his voice, but then considered the fact that he was to be their young colleague gave up.
"And now the pace as the evening?"
He had taken off without the headphones and turn off the music so it continued to sound a bit 'muffled before him: in answer to your question all I had were so only the hum of computers and the rhythmic sound of the bass.
in thought, the boy chewed a fingernail for a few seconds before taking a stick and transfer some files on it.
Fortunately, the Solomon no longer controlled the video surveillance cameras and the task was now completely in his hands. However, due to some developments between him and Amon had arranged to encrypt them, so that no one else could groped to view them.
With a slight smile, he unloaded a couple on the stick before you log off the computer, slide it in your pocket while powering off.

The boy leaned back against the headboard of the bed and crossed his thin legs, resting his laptop in front of him while it loaded the files on the stick.
the video starts immediately and Michael dropped against the pillow.


dell'STNJ Amon reached the office the hacker behind it, pulling the headphones from your ears before you turn the chair.
In silence the commander of the team came down on him, kissing him on the lips, begin to strip the shirt from the chair lift before taking him by the hips and making him tie the legs around his own life and then take it down ' other to their desk. Michael
heatedly attacked the lips of the young man, holding his head with both hands while Amon's opened and lowered his pants, sliding from his desk and turning to the belly down. Looking at the scene recorded

Michael groaned, biting her lip, the right hand that slips under the fabric of the boxer almost unconsciously, her fingers clutching his hot member. In the office

Michael grabbed the edge of the desk in an effort to better stand on its own feet, trying to look over his shoulder Amon intent to take off her sweater and shirt before launching his chair, just before opening his pants and only then go back to lean on him.
The hacker bent back sharply when the penis of the master made his way in him, hands clasped growing on the wood and the basin snapped backwards, against the body of the lover.

Michael began to masturbate in pace with the movements of Amun in the video, his chest rose and fell rapidly as he watched and remembered the forces of man, the way in which the erection of the boy he entered the filling, making mad with pleasure, approaching thrust in pushing more and more orgasm. In the film

surveillance Amon threw his head back and grabbed the sides of the companion, pushing hard into him before stopping and leaving him just enough time for Michael to help a distraught expression in turn and follow him as he took his seat on his chair. The boy bent down to kiss him before he sat in his lap, his eyes shut while the other slowly lowered erection, impaling them on its own, supported by large Amon hands behind his back, encouraged by his hungry kisses on neck.

The attacker increases the rate at which moving the hand, moving his legs and extending to the sides of the netbook, the voice rising in intensity, the memory of how Amon took possession of his body more and more real .

The boy in the video suddenly opened his mouth, shouting his pleasure as his cum splashed on the breast of the lover and this moves the arm down, claiming the body without its strong partner to continue to sink still in him. A few pushes and Amon also threw his head back, returning to lean back in his chair taking Michael with him.

The pleasure of Michael finally exploded inside the boxer, dirtying the laundry and the boy's hand. He continued to rally for a while ', the head resting against the wall, only then realizing what he had sweated and how her legs were trembling slightly.
"Amon ..."
gaze shifted automatically to the phone resting on the table while the boy was thinking at that moment because it wished to speak with her lover. With a sigh, took her hand full of sperm from the boxer, going back to watch the home movie on your computer.

Michael put his head on the bare shoulder of Amun, and both seemed to calm down, merely to breathe for a while 'before the hunter took to move his fingers through his hair, a slight smile.

The hacker looked with a smile himself kissing a colleague and love the way they hugged each other, stringendoselo him.
Suddenly the phone started ringing on the bedside table and after a moment of surprise Michael moved to respond, and the last stopping grasping the phone with his left.
"Hello?"
"Michael? I am Amon. You out of breath? "

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Travel

Title: Romantic Travel
Fandom: Original , Romantic
Characters: Alessio and Claudia
Rating: Red
Part: 1 / 1
Genre: Romance, Sentimental, Erotic
Alerts: Homosexuality, Lemon
Notes: was in the p0rn fest, put here just now because I finally got a little 'more time.
Between this and "With You" would there be between "Sugar" you can find it here.





had decided to leave for a vacation together many months before: his graduation was approaching and he had increasingly felt the need to spend time alone with his Alessio. Although a little 'hesitant at first, her partner had agreed to go alone with him, asking for a few days off at work and helping to organize everything in advance, involving themselves slowly enthusiasm of Claudio. He had friends in Venice and decided to go there, get a room on land and economic well informed on the carriage to be able to introduce visitors to the city on water.
Everything was going well, thanks to the city's beauty and romance that he put in every action had to do with her boyfriend. He wanted that trip was perfect, this was what he thought Claudio whenever his gaze slid over Alessio, just like in that moment when the boy fell into the room passing a towel in her hair.
"I'm in pieces, that will not do much to local that walk, but here is even worse! "
Claudio smiled, stretching on the bed while his companion sat on the mattress next to him.
"You'll see your ass you do, three days time."
Alessio's eyebrows rose as she watched him immediately skeptical, making him laugh. Shaking his head, the boy returned to stand up, throwing the towel on a chair and rummaging in a bag resting there. Suddenly he turned suddenly, looking alarmed as if only then remembered something.
"But you realize that there was going to end up in the water? That is, when we were on that bridge ... But what a crowd there? Another push and it really would fall down! "
Remembering Claudio did not even happy, but knowing the boy, tried to mitigate it before the other is left to take the mood: he rose quickly from bed, approaching each other and taking it in her arms.
"Come on ... I was there! At most I would come to retrieve them to swim ... 'Alessio
grimaced, turning his face away, with a smile Claudio stooped over him, kissing his neck and then a double, listening to the sigh escaped from the lips of the other while his fingers unbuttoned his pajama pants, discovering the chest. His mouth wandered over the left shoulder of the companion kissing and biting lightly, his fingers moving more and more stuff until it slipped away and he could devote himself fully to the arm, hug them and take back to their back. Alessio with a groan he fell on his lips, kissing it, trying to press his pelvis and ending, however, pushed against the wall, his fingers clawing on his jersey pajama for a few seconds before starting to pull it, pulling it out from the head.
pants, stripping with some urgency and then return almost immediately to kiss hungrily, his hands roamed about the bodies, clutching the arms, waist, back, water that is rubbing erections pressed against each other and the moans that escaped when separated from their mouths just to catch his breath, the languages that try to stay in contact. Alessio
groaned a bit 'stronger, moving the leg around the basin of the other hearing this, press a finger on its opening, penetrating and start to move: he left his head on his shoulder while Claudio's lips continued to kiss him , trying to distract him. Claudio Alexis was hot and he clung to forget the cold wall against his back and his fingers became two, and after a while 'three. He tried to move the pelvis, trying to push those fingers deeper and his erection against the other.
"Still, the ... Again! "
fingers disappeared but it was only a hint of regret because they were soon replaced by a member of his beloved and then the boy threw his head to breathe and not to scream with pleasure as he felt by the erection penetrate slowly companion.
a breather and Claudio began to move him, one hand resting against the wall and the other close around his side, his lips pressed on her, terribly hot and sexy as Alessio in the world.
He just wanted him, only him.
him and said, panting, moaning, trying not to scream, shaking from pleasure and asking for more.

Claudio plan kissed his forehead sweat mate, looking winking lazily, lying now on the bed, still naked and sweaty, but looking quite happy.
"Are you okay?"
The boy smiled, stretched his arms and then stretch around his neck, hugging him as he moved his leg to touch her.
"Yes .." With
Claudio dropped a half-laugh still on him, kissing him back again and taking over his body.


Breath Alessio was smooth and quiet, he had fallen asleep with one arm on the pillow and the other on his chest: Claudio was left lying on its side to watch in the shadows, trying to imprint every detail of his profile, his scent of what they had done together that day, his laughter and the dishes that were enjoyed. He wanted to remember everything, he wanted everything could be perfect between them. Simply perfect.
silently moved his hand from under the blankets, slowly caressing the beloved, climbing up the arm that was resting on his chest but do not touch it for fear of waking up, going out from under the covers to touch the face potergli.
He loved that boy since he had seen, since he had learned to know him and now he had become a fundamental part of his life.
He loved the way he looked, where she smiled, that character at times a bit 'cranky and pulling out that much more tender showed that perhaps only to him, he loved the way he was lying and allowed to approach him at his side in her sleep without waking him, the way in which it seemed awfully comfortable and inspired the desire to keep up even closer. She loved the way her lips parted in sleep seemed to ask to be kissed.
slowly lowered over him, kissing him.

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Geloni, p0rn fest and TV series WITCH HUNTER ROBIN

I chilblains. I have lots of chilblains, and the back of the hand over was not enough: I have frostbite on all his fingertips. You have an idea of how it aches to touch anything? The mouse is killing me!
And I can not even get away from the keyboard and the p0rn fest sucked me into its vortex and now I do nothing but sit there to write about p0rn p0rn. On p0rn. And I also want to point out the prompt. Nobody has any story that is read?
accept requests, if I can complete by tomorrow there is not bad, right?

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Born under a bad song: Chapter # 06 - Dodge the concrete

TITLE: Born under a bad song.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: LongFiction. Au. Angst. Melancholy. Romantic. Presence of violent scenes.
RATINGS: R. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun JjongKey {}; Lee Taemin MinhoTaemin {}.
SUMMARY: That father, the man who should define it that way, it was really a monster. Beat him, made him evil because he thought Kibum was a monster. The man who had ended the life of his beloved wife. But what happens if someone is going to change the course of events?
NOTE: This fanfiction, again, is a sensitive issue. There is a bit 'of violence. Do not read it if you are not prepared.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah that encouraged me while writing. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: For this chapter: 2078, with the word count.
Previous chapter: Chapter # 01 - No exit ; Chapter # 02 - "C'est a révolte?" Non, Sire, c'est une révolution " ; Chapter # 03 - The night is always darkest just before dawn ; Chapter # 04 - The oldest and most powerful human emotion is fear ; Chapter # 05 - Have no hope does not mean despair

Chapter # 06 - Dodge the concrete is one of the most disturbing phenomena in the history of the human spirit

Jonghyun had left the task easier, but also more difficult to seek information and Taemin Minho, while he would be able to approach Kibum trying to shake him from that lethargy in which he was drowned.
It took a little while to find it was going to school, took his pulse and transported him without saying anything of weight in a park while Kibum tried to run away.
"Look, I'm sorry for what I'm about to tell you, but ... I know everything, you know what does your father, I saw with my own eyes. I know of your wounds, I saw them too. Okay, I've watched! But it's not because I wanted to hurt you, I just wanted to protect you from when I saw how you were hurt. Kibum! Your father is using violence against you! Why do not you rebel? "
Kibum looked at that boy con uno sguardo perso: sapeva tutto?
La sua stella più preziosa era venuta a conoscenza di cosa aveva fatto?
Allora Jonghyun sapeva tutto, dal fatto che lui avesse ucciso sua madre al fatto che faceva bruciare ogni cosa che toccava?
“Perché vorresti proteggermi? Io sono un demone che è capace solo di bruciare ciò che tocca. Chi sta con me finisce per farsi del male, perché vorresti starmi accanto? Vuoi davvero morire come è morta mia madre a causa mia? Sei uno scemo! Io non voglio che tu ti faccia del male! E’ per questo che mi sono rifiutato di darti ripetizioni! Sei un idiota! Io non voglio che tu stia male”
Kibum shook while yelling at those words and seeing Jonghyun his weakness could not help but get close to him, embracing him and hugging him strongly, as if that gesture had been able to clear all his wounds, even those deeper .
"Shhh. It's not your fault that your mother is dead. I'm sure your mother you loved him and that is why he wanted you were born. He fought with all his strength because he wanted his child could see the world through his eyes. He wanted you were born. We loved him, Kibum. Loved you. You are not wrong, it's not your fault. Your mother is was born to make you happy. It was happy because he loved you, Kibum. All mothers want their children well, because they grow in their bellies, you know? Your mother loved you "
Kibum shook violently in his arms and Jonghyun had the impression that if he pressed just a little stronger he could send him to pieces entirely.
"No. No. I ... I read when I was little! I went to the library! I have read of ... of ... how can it be the fault of the children if the mother dies in childbirth. If they move too may create complications. It 'my fault, I'm a devil ... "
Jonghyun did not know what to do if the string while gently stroking her hair.
"Even if it was your fault, but because of your movements of the complications were born, your father has no right to behave that way with you, feel me? And 'what you're doing wrong. Use violence. Violence can not be used under any circumstances. You also read in this library? You read about how violence is against the law? Have you read, Kibum? "
Kibum shook his head before forcing his hands on the chest of Jonghyun for letting go: it did not have the heart nor the strength to restrain him by force, it would have been equal to his father and he wanted to prove to Kibum that people can also be different.
"No! He does it for my own good! If punishing me then I purify gradually, thanks to those punishments one day I may not be a demon. You do not understand! He does so only to help me. My dad wants me so well, so I want to love my dad! He's not bad! Should behave in that way because of me, it's not his fault "
Jonghyun was blocked by the words, he had no doubt the Kibum her was an angel and yes, Jonghyun quell'esserino decided that now would be his, even at the cost of putting an entire life to it, sooner or later he could be loved by him.
"Kibum, you're too good"
He wanted to stop him when he saw him run away, but just did not make it, remained blocked for several seconds before he recovered and started to run after him.
Jonghyun followed one another in the minds of too many questions, foremost among which is more important: how could an angel like you did submit Kibum a devil like his father?
The fact that he continued to love the man despite what he had passed was absurd, but sweet at the same time, Jonghyun could not believe that a guy like Kibum there seriously.
He had seen many boys and girls, he could see their weaknesses as their strengths, he hated the fact that everyone seemed so attached to material things, but ultimately he was.
The first time I had seen Kim Kibum thought it was a nerd and that his clothes did suck, because they were patched in several places, because he wore always head down, because it almost never showed his face and his gaze, but now while trying to stop chasing him could not help but notice other details.
Kibum could see the hair that moved in the wind, could see what they were fine and smooth, just like those of the cherubim, could see his body moving quickly despite all the wounds that hid under their clothes, could see what was thin, too thin.
could see countless small details that made him love it even more, yes, because now he understood the love that kid
because ... Well, with simply because nobody else had ever got that feeling: wanting to protect at all costs, thinking of wanting to give his life just to make him feel happy, just to see her smile.
Jonghyun was weird to think that way, because usually the people he used and then thrown away or almost in every case when you wore to bed at her new beau was certainly not because he loved her, but only because he needed to vent.
Sure, in hindsight it was sleazy, but Jonghyun had always behaved in that way because she had never known the word love, and even if Taemin Minho and showed it to him all the time, that word, he had never found someone who would like to apply, at least not until that moment.
Now, as he looked at Kibum, he understood that his heart would stop if the other had increasingly moved away from him, now that I could see what looked Taemin Minho and tried to make him understand by too many years .
Now yes, he could now understand what love was, what that feeling was so strong that fills you from inside making you decide to go against everyone and everything for it, because there is nothing more important love.
Kibum its part ran as hard as he could because he did not want to hurt Jonghyun, she would not make him feel bad because of him: so that Jonghyun was perfect, he decided to help someone like him, but did not have Jonghyun do so.
not had to protect someone like him, one as Kim Kibum, because his perfection could be affected, because maybe it would be protected if he had been sick too, and Kibum could not allow that.
He always did everything to stay away from others, not to hurt him, but Jonghyun had upset his whole life, since she had seen for the first time he had to Long asked about his feelings, he had even read many books about it.
He had read of how two boys were making love, bought the comics called yaoi just to be able to see the drawings, just to dream it would be like making love with Jonghyun, but now that the other was so a few feet away from him, Kibum knew he had to run farther and farther away from his sight, if only because it had stopped, if only Jonghyun was able to catch it all would end.
everything he had fought in those years would have been smashed because he would hurt the one of which the person really cared, the one person that would give his life.
knew that Jonghyun was more trained him, he would be able to run after hours, so he tried an extreme gesture: he walked down the hill where he stopped to draw always running as he was leaving the life of Jonghyun, and end for Kibum was.
think that in a ground floor Jonghyun he would be unprepared, but did not suspect that he was training in that way has always been to increase his strength and his speed and sure enough it took very little to block it, shaking the arms around the body on upstream of the small hill and Kibum too busy with his sad thoughts he did not notice either of the block designs that fell to the ground revealing the representations that had drawn with so much minutia.
Jonghyun looked at them from all the white sheets, depicted in various poses. Jonghyun
While collecting the drawings without being able to believe his eyes, Kibum dropped to the ground, thinking that now would be the end, that his love would be dead because of him: one believed so blindly in the words of his father not even be able to use rationality. From
fail to understand that it was impossible Jonghyun only remaining die next to him, that even in films science fiction such a thing could happen.
"Kibum. You like me? 'S why I've drawn so many times? I really ... you like me? Then why did you refuse me damn that day? Why do not you agreed to give me reps? Would you be able to stay close to me, even if only for a few hours. Kibum Why, why? "
And while Kibum raised his eyes toward him, Jonghyun repented of having asked that question: her eyes were suffused with a feeling of pain that would never have believed it possible to see in his life.
"Why if I were near you, you'd be dead. I could not let the guy who was my sweetheart died because of me. If fate had decreed that we were soul mates, then we would meet again when I had not been more than a demon, when the punishment would have finally taken effect. I told you before, did not you heard? "And Jonghyun
knelt beside him, taking her shoulders shaking slightly from quell'intorpidimento in which it seemed to have fallen.
"You're not wrong, Kibum. You're not a demon! You're not gonna hurt me just because you want to stay close to me, feel me? Not it's your fault, Kibum. Not your fault, believe me. I will not die just because I'm here now and I'm going to embrace. I will not die, Kibum "
Jonghyun held her body as she felt Kibum hoarse sobs coming from his chest, he was happy that the other was crying, because it meant that in some ways was reacting, perhaps not exactly like Jonghyun would have liked, but it was better than nothing. When Kibum
put his hands around his back, pressing his shirt as he was leaving of his own life, Jonghyun felt his heart stop, stop beating, and then begin again suddenly, hitting hard inside his chest.
Yes, now I was pretty sure, that feeling that was pervading the soul could only be love and now that he knew that Kibum was not so reluctant to it might prove her love for him.
did not know how the other would have taken, but since he had drawn with so much love for so long, doubts would have rejected him as before.
After all, Kibum had just confessed her love for him, now he only did we, Jonghyun Kim, did the next move.

Movie Birthday Party Invitation Wording

Your white rabbit a hallucination? Probable

TITLE: Your white rabbit a hallucination? Probably.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: OneShot. Pwp.
RATINGS: NC17. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Jack Shephard James "Sawyer" Ford JaWyer {}.
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Jack / Sawyer, "To hell with Kate." I was challenged by: mapi_littleowl I pOrnofante she pOrnodrillo.
SUMMARY: Season. Sawyer is injured as a result of the blow received when trying to leave the island with Michael, Jin and Walt. Jack does not allow anyone near him, least of all Kate.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: 942 , with the word count.

Your white rabbit a hallucination? Probable

Since Sawyer was there in that bed, Jack looked after by regular monitoring. The other was said to be the only one who can heal, to be able to understand when he needs something or not, so no one had complained.
He closed the bedroom of the room where Sawyer rested lying on a bed with white sheets and no one could enter unless you apply for a permit to Jack.
That's because Jack wanted to be the only one able to watch Sawyer sleep, to be able to watch her body shaking because of fever and imagine more.
imagined that her body was trembling under him because of his caresses, to the groans of pain were in fact of pleasure as he kissed him, licking his wounds one by one.
She did not know when he started thinking about Sawyer in that way, but by that time was no longer able to live without it. I thought, imagined in a thousand different positions.
imagined that he would wake up and showed him her love believing that the point of death. Obviously he knew that this would never have happened. In short, it was Sawyer who was talking to himself, not a schoolboy in the grip of his emotions hidden.
Although Sawyer was in love with him, not him because he never revealed that Sawyer was not revealed anything to any self- himself, being afraid of being able to get hurt.

It had been several days and the fever continues unabated, the trembling of her body seemed to grow more violent every day, but Jack did not give.
keep that body wet, kept him hydrated rubbing his skin softly, with obvious love for anyone who could even watch it in secret and one day he was rewarded for his efforts.
Sawyer opened his eyes, shiny because of the fever that had not yet left his body, but was still significantly decreased.
"Doc .. What the hell are you doing here? And what is this place? SS-We were able to return to reality? "
Jack would have started crying with happiness when she heard him speak, albeit with a hoarse voice, but he did because he could not afford to show his true feelings, not yet.
"No, it's a bunker in the forest ... I'll tell you when you're better, right? Now you must rest. You still have the fever, Sawyer "Sawyer
but gave no sign of wanting to close my eyes and go back to sleep, Jack looked curious, a question on the tip of my tongue just waiting to be spit out as if it were deadly poison.
"Why are you here? Because you're there to watch over me? You hate me! "
Jack sighed trembling slightly, he knew that Sawyer would have preferred the infermierina Kate at her bedside, but he had not even allowed to get close to her body. Do not want her to touch him with his hands, looking at him in that state, which caresses with the excuse of having to keep her skin hydrated. Did not and saw that it was he who lay down the law at that place for a time it would take advantage. Oh, he knew that his father would be proud of him at that time.
"Would you rather find Kate?"
Sawyer laughed a strange laugh that shook the air around them remained motionless.
"Damn Kate, I'm wondering why you're here, Doc .. I did not think you cared about my health "
Jack felt stung: Sawyer really believed that everything he did was because he did not care anything about him? On the contrary, he felt so frustrated that even arguing with him led him to achieve the pleasure, later, in secret and alone.
rethink his voice that he tried to hit him and make him feel bad to think about the hands on him even though they were just hungry and ready to cause him pain.
"You're wrong!"
Sawyer had observed all this time and after Jack had spoken those words took by the collar of the shirt he was wearing and came suddenly to him, kissing him.
Jack stood motionless for a few seconds to return the kiss in question by letting their tongues caress each other and dance together, enacting a link to which their bodies had arrived before their minds.
Only a groan of pain did remove the two Sawyer and Jack looked worried.
"Did I hurt you leaning on you?"
Sawyer laughed and shook his head and then show him his erection that soared beneath the thin white sheet that covered her body.
Jack was attracted to it and any impediments to potergli hurt was shelved when Sawyer took off the sheet and lowered his pants.
Jack rushed erection started licking its entire length, from base to tip, providing a slow grueling as it had all the time in the world.
But Sawyer did not seem the same opinion as her hand through her hair pushing him to take his member in her mouth for anything that could contain and then dictated the pace. Driven fast that almost choked Jack put his hand to his erection, hungry for uncovering feelings that until then had only imagined.
were both fast, but like the weather, which until then had run fast, had stopped dilating at the moment when they cried out to achieve their pleasure.
They looked into my eyes and smiled.
"Doc .. when I am healed of all, we must return to this pleasant conversation "
Jack found himself nodding looking hungry: yes, finally have been able to experience all the positions which until then had only imagined.

Are Zig Zag Blunt Raps Any Good?

, Miho Karasuma / Yurika Doujima, delays

Title: Delays and punishment
Fandom: Witch Hunter Robin
Characters: Miho Karasuma, Yurika Doujima
Party: 1 / 1
Genre: Erotic, Romantic
Alerts: Yuri, Lemon
Word Count: 706
Rating: Red
Notes: yes, my Ciccino, participates in the p0rn fest! And it is also yuri!




"Sorry, Karasuma, can I talk?"
"Ahiahiahi ..." Sakaki rocked in his chair, watching the two women away, closing the bathroom door behind him, the ' only place they knew that their colleagues were not going to listen. The boy turned ironically hacker seriously immersed in his work.
"Do you tear your hair?"
The beat furiously on the keys not stopped for even a second.
"Karasuma is not the girl. But in my opinion is right Doujima to blame for delays to work. "
Sakaki, bored, looked back at his screen.
"In fact three and a half hours of delay are a bit 'too much for her."


Doujima held his arms close to his chest, staring at the almost angry senior colleagues.
"I do not blame me when in public."
Karasuma looked at seriously, thin arched an eyebrow.
"If you insist you do not arrive always late, getting up from bed and who knows what time ignoring the fact that there may be an emergency ... "
But the girl interrupted, waving his hands in the air, impatiently.
"But let's go! Michael would call on the phone if there were any emergencies, "Karasuma
clenched his teeth, absorbing the blow.
"This is not a good excuse for your delay. I hope that tonight you will want to retain at least a little 'more to work. To repair the delay means. "
Doujima But it was the turn of the eyebrows to the proposal as absurd for her. A slight redness ruined the frown of a colleague and, finally, the young hunter had two and two together with a smile.
'You're angry because yesterday I left the office early and I did not call to say goodnight? "
" A country that good night, "Karasuma
spun around, angry: the hand had ; reached the latch of the door when suddenly he had to suppress a groan.
Leaning on his back, Doujima around her waist with one arm, a hand grip on her breast. The girl lowered her voice, almost whimpering.
"I was very tired, sorry ... I can make my now ... " A new
close to the breast, and Karasuma turned slowly, almost reluctantly facing. Doujima kissed her lips tight, letting slip his tongue slowly over them, slowly pushing against the door and returning to tighten breasts.
One by one, the buttons of her blouse Karasuma left of the slots leaving open the chest of the young woman and her white lace bra. Doujima kept her involved in the kiss long enough to make it not complain when his hands slipped under the lace, going to massage her nipples.
He wanted to lift her skirt, but as usual, that his companion was wearing that day was so narrow that probably would be torn if he did, and Doujima knew that if there was one thing that the other hated more than being ignored bra and rolled up underneath her breasts that she had to tear some clothing.

Karasuma thin fingers unbuttoned his trousers the younger colleague, slipping underneath the panties of this. He smiled on the lips of Doujima, pushing her fingers into his intimacy, making her groan heavily, put his arm behind his back to not leave it away from him, torturing, enjoying how she wanted to stifle their voices against his mouth shoulder, moving his pelvis against her.

Doujima blew up on his shoulder, moaning, tightening the muscles around the now completely wet fingers slowly withdrew from her Karasuma.
With a smile, the older colleague pushed against the sink, letting it rests before loosening the grip around her waist. Without forces, Doujima ran a hand through his disheveled hair barely noticing as the other is washing his hands and reset. When looking back on Karasuma now her blouse was in order, as well as the first wisps of hair escaped the perfect hairstyle, and she was already heading for the bathroom door.
"Let me qui così?»
«Non possiamo nemmeno rimanere qui chissà quanto!»
Doujima mise il broncio, richiudendosi i pantaloni.
«Pensavo stessimo iniziando a divertirci...»
«Per divertirci ci sarà tempo dopo, a casa.» La donna piegò la testa sulla spalla, sorridendole a metà tra il divertito e l'ammonitrice. «Se smetti di fare tardi.»