THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING REDUX! (#1)
It's that time of the year...
Same as last time. You know what to do.
PROMPT. WRITE. PIMP. STALK.
Go!
You can: prompt even if you don't plan to write; prompt/write any rating from g to nc-17; prompt/write drama incarnations of akame. you don't need to be prompted to write ;)
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Same as last time. You know what to do.
PROMPT. WRITE. PIMP. STALK.
Go!
You can: prompt even if you don't plan to write; prompt/write any rating from g to nc-17; prompt/write drama incarnations of akame. you don't need to be prompted to write ;)
This entry:→ Is always second from the top ( Read more... )
misao_duo: 6 words again
misao_duo: and if you kill anybody
misao_duo: specially Kame
sanctified_x: *prepares self*
misao_duo: prepare to see me bawl and beg for a sequel where Jin turns into some kind of alchemist and brings him back or something
sanctified_x: rofl
sanctified_x: yes ma`am
misao_duo: your prompt is: "I won't go home without you"
FORGIVE ME. DDD:
Kame's on his fourth drink; Jin's figure across from him shrouded in a faint glow and cloud of pleasurable haze. It's cloudy, the room, pulsating with a heavy baseline and an excess of body heat, and all Kame can see is Jin leaning across Koki's lap to get to his next drink. Kame licks his lips nervously; the heat on his cheeks less to do with the burning of the alcohol being pushed down his throat and more to do with how Jin is staring at him over the rim of his glass. Jin swishes amber liquid gently, ice cubes clinking together seemingly to the beat of the song playing over the club's speakers. It's far where they're sitting in the back, far from the dance floor, yet nothing can stop their pulses from beating franticly in time like the writing bodies so far away.
Jin observes Kame's nervousness, it's late and they should be getting home to sleep like their image might dictate. But Jin see's Kame's bottom lip get drawn in between rows of pearly whites and Kame stretching languidly in front of him, letting out a satisfied groan, arms raised high so that his shirt rides up high on his abdomen. Jin's eyes snap to the free patch of skin, large patch of skin, large slightly tanned and firm patch of skin which makes him begin to salivate.
He quickly takes another sip.
Kame catches him staring, not really lowering his arms fast enough, something that might have constituted shyness. No, Kame was a bit taken aback by Jin's sudden aggressiveness and saw the challenge for what it was. He smirked at Jin; Jin smirked back and placed his glass carefully on the table separating them, paying no attention to the others who were probably watching the exchange with cautious awareness. Kame reached over to his left, the box of cigarettes bending slightly in his grip, and looked at Jin expectantly. He got up without looking back, knowing that Jin would be following him anyways.
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Jin rests his hand against the rough material covering Kame's rear, massaging it while staring at Kame's reaction. "Why do you walk like that, Kame? Sashaying like you're some kind of girl or something. Do you know how fucking slutty you look when you walk like that? Walking like you want to be fucked…" Jin steps back, lighting a cigarette while watching the light illuminate Kame's face. Jin exhales, blowing smoke out from the corner of his lips, eyes dark and frowning while Kame tries and fails to steady his breathing. Kame stares at Jin, standing before him with the cigarette hanging off of his smirk, arms folded, until Jin makes his move.
"You want to be fucked, Kame?"
Jin leans down, mouths colliding, lips finding each other in the heat of the moment, his cigarette clinging to fingertips. He breathes the smoke into Kame's mouth, tongue eagerly searching until they can tangle and tease, smoke billowing and mixing from the both of them. And when Kame leans his head back onto the way, looking up at Jin from under bangs of soft hair, and a wry twist of his lips, Jin's lost all pretenses. He grabs Kame's hand, pulling him off and away from the wall, down to the open mouth of the alley.
"Where are we going?" He hears Kame ask from behind him. It makes his steps falter, Kame's voice. It's so small, a bit uncertain, and when he looks back at Kame, Kame's not looking at Jin. Kame's looking back to the club doors, no doubt fretting over his clothes, and his keys and his reputation, but he stops once he realizes that Jin has too.
"Jin, listen--" Jin cuts him off without mercy.
"I won't go home without you, Kame, so shut up and let's go."
Jin smiles victoriously to himself the second he turns away from Kame, the smaller hand pliant in his own. But Kame suddenly moves up beside Jin, strides more confident than before. Jin looks at him from the corner of his eye.
Kame's smirking makes him bite his lip nervously.
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:D
I love your writing. You should write me some food porn.
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I'm trying to coerce misao into doing it. rofl
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Clubbing . Drinks. I didn't even have to admit to my ridiculous cigarette smoke kinky it's like you caught it in the air hdpaos you know me so well don't ever kick me from your bed hmmmkay?
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NEVER EVERRRRRRR~
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Watermelons can be sensible too, okay?
SO CAN THE YAMAGOTCHI ♥
djaposjd but it's okay! AND YES MY RIDICULOUS SMOKE KINKEH i love how similar we are and how you assumed (correctly!) that I would love it.
YESSSSS~
I will make sure to show you how grateful I am *insert that naughty looking emote here*
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It makes his steps falter, Kame's voice. It's so small, a bit uncertain, and when he looks back at Kame, Kame's not looking at Jin. Kame's looking back to the club doors, no doubt fretting over his clothes, and his keys and his reputation, but he stops once he realizes that Jin has too.
Favouritest (haha is there such a word) scene ever. So good. So real. Then the last line. Aaaaaahhh.
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