#kare-ru

[rosenill]

discord dean is fuckin wild ok

[shin-nyaa-blog]

""I want the K"" [hello vero~ yo girl is back]

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number 14: Kiss Along the Hips

It was private moments like these that Shinya thought he felt most thankful for. 

Moments like these, when he could feel well-trained arms around his torso and when he could bury his long fingers in Guren’s soft, fluffy hair. When he could kiss him all he wanted, and Guren would kiss him back. 

Moments when he could take off the uniform that felt ways too heavy on his shoulders with responsibility; when soon after, they’d also take off their dress shirts until the only thing keeping them warm was the other’s body heat. When the only thing keeping them from feeling vulnerable was knowing the other felt the same.

And that’s fine, because it was only very rare that they get to share moments like these.

Shinya has always been bad at keeping his hands to himself. And even though Guren sometimes made disapproving noises, the intense kiss following just went to show that he didn’t disapprove quite at all. Trust Guren to pretend to act all manly and cool. 

It was part of his charm, anyway.

And Shinya slowly would push Guren down on the mattress, kisses following down over the torso decorated by scars. Some of them, Shinya still regretted. But he never stopped and felt nostalgic about. Because, with moments like these being so rare, he wouldn’t let anything in the world keep him back from getting what he had wanted for so long, and always would want again.

Shinya would look up when his lips are trailing across Guren’s well defined hip bones, never stopping to kiss and tease, sucking to leave light red spots, and he’d say with a smile so innocent it made him look mischievous,

“Lean back and enjoy the show.”

[vmpyric]

❝ did i dream to big? ❞

@kare-ru , meme , accepting.

                for  but  a  moment,  she  watches  him.  cases  the  deeply  saturated   haggardness   of   his   features.  takes  in  the  air  of  melancholy  clinging  to  him  like  a  second  skin  &  commits  it  all  to  memory.  in  the  end,  she  finds  herself  looking  elsewhere,  her  own  brow  curving  in  the  slightest  to  mirror  his  own.  “whose  to  say.” 

                &  isn’t   that  the  grain  of  truth if  she  ever  had  any  to  give.  sure,  she’s  heard  it  all  from  ferid  ( well.  the  bits  &  pieces  she  actually  minded  to  indulge )  and  then  some  from  her  long,  but  not  so  lost  vampiric  sibling,  saito. 

                   her  kind  blamed  the  crack  in  the  world  on  the  taboos  of  humans.  on  the  king  of  man,  his  greed,  &  his  entire  line  of  whelps  that  came  thereafter.  they  blamed  them,  &  while  a  part  of  her  AGREES  with  those  pinned  accusations,  another  part  of  her  KNOWS  better.  after  all,  she  had  taken  saito’s  heedings  &  ferreted  away  that  orphanage  of  his  into  her  sanctum.  hiding  them  in  plain  sight.  just  beneath  the  presence  of  their  so-called  annihilation. 

                   krul’s  chin  raises  until  her  gaze  levels  out  with  the  taller  human.  there’s  something  SHARP  lining  the  dark  magenta’s  of  her  eyes,  and  while  her  lips  press  together  with  a  slow,  considering   thought.  “or  you  didn’t  dream  big  enough. “  perhaps none  of  us  did. 

[rosenill]

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

⁎       .      sakae  

              relishing in the waves of nostalgia that washes through him as the lyrics and beats that he hadn’t heard for so so long return to his ears, and for once in his lifetime as a father, he felt like he was 20 years old again. a quiet smile appeared on his lips as he glanced at his son fondly. ❛           indeed it is             ❜

the old song played so soothingly within their little cozy summer house, fond warm memories flooded his mind and his heart felt a tight painful squeeze. oh dear … has it really been that long already ….? it’s almost as if it was just yesterday he was prepping for an upcoming end of year exam … and yet here he is with a son. for a moment his eyes gazed over the bright blue sky —- and he wondered what it costs to rewind the clock. ❛           now, how did you know? did sayuri’s papa tell you? he’s always such a blabbermouth, that masanori           ❜