#<= yeah okay so. all yearning related art will be tagged with that from now on

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a little thing. to show our love and appreciation for our favourite person.

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The first El WooWoo of the year! And as the banner says, I’m still reading instead of writing. So here we go. Buckle up, Klainers and ... Snovians (???? is there a name for Snowbaz shippers? This is just Simon. Snowbazzians?) (What would you call Baz fans? Bazzies?).

I am really enjoying these fic rec posts, more than I thought. It also motivates me to read more, which is a win-win. I do have some ideas for Ljubim te again, so I think I’ll start writing them soon. But maybe I will make a separate post for fics, aside from Wip Wednesday and Six Sentence Sunday? Fic Rec Friday?

ANYWAY, buckle up, it’s a long post, so the entire rec + tags will be under cut today!

Some non-fic recs first. Some? One, actually. I am rereading my Kickstarter books for Check, Please! in preparation for the delivery of the Year 4 Kickstarter. I... uh... asked the shipping costs for that campaign as a Christmas gift. But God yeah, I love this webcomic so much. Time to get back to the SMH (Samwell Meme’s Hockey Team).

Up to the fics!

@martsonmars wrote a fic about “consensual biting” between 6 years old: Love Bite. It’s adorable. I love how silly kids can be. And I am a bitch for fics where Lucy lives 😭!

I am catching up on The Rise and Fall of Simon Snow by @confused-bi-queer. I last read chapter 5, and [Jason Mendoza voice] oh Simon and Baz, we’re really in it now. I am upsetti spaghetti.

I am still riding the angst train right into Is It Over Yet? by @jayne89. God I really wish Carmen was actually this good, instead of a plot device for Rachel’s.... uhm... questionable storylines. Really excited for more of this verse.

God, I am really going through it, huh? @thnxforknowingme wrote a 2022 fic in review where she mentioned True Colors, a character study of Quinn between season 2 and 3, and I like the premise. I really enjoyed it. Damn, skank!Quinn had so much potential, but RIB just had to do the wack baby storyline.

This isn’t Jenna’s only fic that I have read. I finally, finally read Miles To Go, and I know a fic this wonderful should have a long and coherent comment, but I am just speechless. So utterly speechless. I started it when it was originally posted, but I had just lost my grandmother and yeah it was the wrong time. Now, we got the message that it’s time for my uncle to collect her ashes. Weird way to go back to a fic, but that’s what happened, and this fic tugged at my heartstrings. I definitely recommend it to everyone.

Also, more Jenna stuff, but insert the Chris Fleming meme here. Was no one ever going to tell me that Jenna has written Hades fic, or was I just supposed to find out by browsing through her AO3 by myself? Aíma.... YOOOO. The relation between Zaggie and blood? Jenna, your mind!

More sad shit? More sad shit! @wellbelesbian really made me say FUCK THE MAGE with the latest chapter of blow on the tinder. Guys, this is such a good fic. Alex, I am so glad you’re continuing it!

Okay, okay, whooo, time out with the angst. @redheadgleek‘s Pierce My Soul is a fluffy gem and I am a bitch for costume crew!Kurt. Although he got promoted here and he designed the costumes, including Blaine’s. There are so many great gems in this fic, but I lost it at Brad Ellis being the piano man. And when the fic mirrored dialogue from the show.... my heart!

I definitely boarded the fluff train now. I saw @letraspal‘s art for @skeedelvee‘s Drunken Kisses. I am all 🥺🥺🥺🥺 about this fic. Simon “He Is Plotting” Snow is amazing. Mix it with Baz “Gay Yearning” Pitch and voila!

@facewithoutheart delves into Simon’s sad childhood, but in a fluffy way, in What I Wouldn’t Give. Simon gets his first plushie and we all cry. I am such a bitch for this concept and Christina helpfully linked to another one, namely to @lifewithoutmotivation​‘s Flamey. I am just overwhelmed on Simon’s behalf! This guy deserves all the gifts and birthday parties! (Also, congrats on the new URL!)

And we’re going to end this rec post with more holiday cheers from the holiday queers (really, did anyone watch The New Normal?) with @1908jmd​‘s Klaine Advent 2022 - With their favourite people. Jen did a true drabble challenge and all the snippets are about the people in Kurt and Blaine’s lives and look I just got very emo over it.

If you’ve already been tagged in a rec, consider that a tag for WIP Wednesday (or Six Sentence Sunday). Also tagging @quizasvivamos @crissmastrees-and-candyklaines @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen​ @cutestkilla​ @artsyunderstudy​  

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thank you @sanhaoche for the tag! i love to share my many thoughts on things. 

Rules: tag 9 ppl you want to know better

Last song: mikrokosmos by BTS. my “BTS favourites” playlist is literally over 7 hours long because they haven’t made a bad song in their lives, but if i had to pick my ultimate favourite it would be mikrokosmos. shine dream smile x

Last show: i think the last tv show i actually finished was i told sunset about you which i watched because the director of this film festival (who i’m obsessed with) was constantly posting about it on instagram and i was like okay king you’ve got me intrigued. i thought it was so beautifully filmed and the yearning was exquisite. all of those longing gazes! when they’re in the hammock and oh-aew says, “i think you know,” i was shaking crying throwing up. i will say that it gets a bit melodramatic and overwrought midway through episode 4—i was watching it with sarah in the room and after 20 minutes she was like they really haven’t stopped crying this entire time, which, like, yeah. however EYE also started crying when teh and hoon have that conversation in the final episode…. what can i say, i love gays and their siblings. anyway it really does capture that first-love-obsession so well, both in its crazy intensity and also in how you catalogue every single small touch and look and moment. plus i got to read this fic after which was so GOOD. 

also if this question was meant to be about concerts my last show was ATEEZ which changed my life, restructured my DNA and had me immediately searching for VIP tickets for the berlin and amsterdam shows. seonghwa being visibly affected by my sign and touching his heart???? yunho saying “i love you” directly to sarah???? no we won. there is truly nothing like seeing a band live at the very height of your obsession with them 

Currently watching: god so many things. 

the bear! very tonally chaotic but enjoyable. 

the sopranos, which abeera has been telling me about for ages and we finally watched the first episode on friday and i fear i’m going to be obsessed. seeing tony squirming in the therapist’s chair not wanting to speak about his family…..relate! 

kinnporsche because i simply had to know what was driving everyone so crazy. also hayley sent me a unionisation fic and so really watching kp is just background research i have to do so i can read it. anyway i’m 3 episodes in and if anything happens to porsche i will kill everyone in this room and then myself etc etc 

Currently reading: i’m going to cheat because the book i’m reading right now isn’t worth talking about but i recently read I HOTEL BY KAREN TEI YAMASHITA which was perfect. i was telling abeera about it yesterday and started stumbling over my words because i was so excited to talk about it. it’s a book of 10 interconnected novellas about the asian american/yellow power movement in the late 60s/70s, based on archival research into the many activist & community groups that were organising in san francisco at the time. it covers SO much ground: from the 68 student strike to the alcatraz occupation to the black panthers to lenin reading groups to the communist art in the coit tower to filipino fruit pickers. i’ve never read a fiction book that understands both marxist theory and praxis so deeply and so well. it’s about community, solidarity, putting your body on the line; poetry and love and art and food; and ultimately it’s about revolutionary struggle and how to dream it and do it. i cried! twice!

Current obsession: do i even need to say ATEEZ? stream guerrilla. the “kpop punk” playlist i have been meticulously curating, which is a list of kpop songs paired with thematically/lyrically similar pop punk songs. the cucumber plants on my balcony. this new LUCY song, which makes me feel like i am a character in a TV show during a montage where i Get My Life Together. a recipe for chicken adobo which is one of the most delicious things i’ve cooked recently. dalton day’s poetry. the moment of the day when It’s Time To BeReal. going bouldering! i just got new climbing shoes which is helping me move up a grade and it’s so satisfying to get stronger! the podcast episode i’m planning with @sanhaoche​ on mdzs, in which i will inevitably talk about jiang cheng for at least 20 minutes without stopping to breathe. my friends, obviously and always. 

tagging @jiminsproof @sportsbrataemin @evakant @perilously @daltoneering @phneltwrites @anakinkendrick​ @hstylesbians to do this if you would like to!!!! 

[anboringday]

A Morning With Lenny | Part 2

Summary: After a long, hot night of passion, Lenny and the woman he loves spend the following morning sleeping in...and things get heated again.

Pairing: Lenny Summers x f!Reader/OC

Word Count: 3.2k

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Tags: Smut, lots of oral, foreplay, dirty talk, face humping, fluffy feelings sprinkled in, doing the usual kinky stuff with the cutest cowboy outlaw ever

Note: Being relatively new to the rdr2 fandom, I wrote this for myself because there just wasn’t enough Lenny fics out there and I HAD to change that. I love him so much and I hope you guys enjoy this! 

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Part 1| Part 2

I woke the same way I’d fallen asleep, cuddled up to Lenny’s warm, gloriously nude body, his arm draped over me. His hazel eyes were glued to the pages of a book. My all-time favorite romance book!

“Lenny!” I snatched the novel away from him. “That’s mine!”

“Hey!” He tried to grab it back, but I rolled to the other side of the bed. “I was reading that, you know. It was getting good too, they were about to kiss—”

“Really now?” Giggling, I stretched my arms over my head. Through the sheer, linen window curtains, the gray dawn streaked the sky. “But you’re an intellectual, the harshest critic of the written word I know. I thought silly love stories were beneath you.”

“Nah, that ain’t true. Not all literature needs to be a thought-provoking masterpiece. Sometimes it’s all about the way it makes you feel, if you can relate to the context, and whatnot. Honestly though, I was just reading it ‘cause I knew you did. Can we…” He paused, a rush of red stained his cheeks. So cute. “C-can we read it together? From the beginning?”

“Yes!” Warmth flowed through me at the proposition. I handed Lenny the book and snuggled against him, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin, my head propped on his hard chest. “Are you going to read to me, Mr. Summers?”

“Sure. Anything for you.” He clasped my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm before opening the book, raising it to an angle suitable for the both of us to easily view the pages.

Lenny began reading aloud, his soft-spoken voice cultured, smooth, the long vowels of his words was damn near mesmerizing, sensual as sweet melted chocolate. Playing with the ends of his thick, curled locks, I drank in the beauty of his darkly stubbled face as I listened. His chest rose and fell with every breath, the crisp hair against my cheek tickled. I ran my palm down the rigid planes of his stomach, gently caressing the well-exercised muscles. His lean body was a work of art designed purely for female pleasure, and I enjoyed every moment of touching him.  

We remained connected throughout the morning, his fingers threading through my hair soothingly as he spoke such lovely sounding words. I yawned, closing my eyes, my body lax in his embrace. Through the haze of sleep, I felt his weight and heat come down on me, his full lips brushed over my cheek.

“Hey,” Lenny said. “Dozing off on me already?” His fingers brushed over my sides, tickling me.

“Lenny!” I squirmed and threw my arms around him, burying my grinning face against his shoulder. “Stop that!”

His sensuous mouth twitched with amusement. “Sorry, it’s just so tempting. You’re so ticklish, it’s cute.”

“Shut up.” I pecked the tip of his nose. “Can’t we sleep in today?”

“I wanted to take you into town, catch a show, browse some of the stores, have a nice dinner at the saloon…” He planted a quick kiss on my lips. “But I reckon that can wait if you rather stay here. A day of rest and relaxation with my favorite lady sounds like a mighty fine idea to me.”

“I’m your only lady,” I corrected, raising my hand in a proud display of the platinum promise ring he gave me.

“The one and only. Since the day we met, you were all I ever wanted. All I could think about. All I could see. It’s always been you—my everything.” He caught my hand with his, our fingers intertwined. “Sometimes I look at you and wonder how I got so damn lucky.”

My heart thumped with a tender ache in my chest. Lenny could say such sweet things, wonderful things.

“We can’t go into town,” I said. “What if someone recognizes you from Blackwater? I just got you back. I won’t lose you again.”

His amber gaze drifted over my face, searching. “Running with gang kept me away from you for a long time. We lost everything in Blackwater, and I got so caught up in Dutch’s blood feud with the O’Driscolls—lying, cheatin’, and robbin’ fools from Valentine up to Saint Denis, trying to get the crew back on their feet…I wish I came back to you sooner.” Sighing deeply, he grew silent.

“You’re here now.” I stroked his cheek. “That’s what matters.”

“Maybe so. My dad used to say dwelling on the past is something like beating on a dead horse, ain’t no good ever come from it.”

“Your father was a smart man.”

“Sure was. An educated negro like him, good and kind, ain’t long for this world. It was only a matter of time.” His eyes glittered, wet with a deep-rooted pain for a split-second before he blinked it away.

My heart clenched. My poor, sweet Leonard…

He had suffered so much tragedy throughout the course of his life. Most of the time, he seemed unfazed, strong despite the pain lingering in his heart. But I knew better. He lived in a world that didn’t want him, didn’t accept him. His color didn’t suit their fancy and the scars of rejection ran deep, the hurt and loss probably ate at his soul on the daily. Wounds like that will never fully heal, but there were ways to lessen the sting.

“Lenny Summers,” I cupped his chin. “You’re gonna stop thinking those bad, silly thoughts right this instant. Look at me.”

He complied. Our eyes locked.

“You’re a good man,” my voice were clear, and distinct, without a shred of doubt. “Do you understand me? You are good. Perfect. You have every right to be here, to live freely, to laugh, to love—no matter what anyone says, no matter what they do—you’re a goddamn human being and that’s the end of it. You’re important. And I love the hell outta you. I always will.”

Blush deepening, muscles tensed, his mouth gaped open like a fish out of water, visibly struggling to find words. He was speechless, reeling from my praise. His shaken reaction was probably the most adorable thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.

“Say something,” I urged softly, brushing over his cheek with the backs of my fingers.

Lenny took my hand and held it to his chest, his heart thumping, racing. He was apprehensive and impassioned. But why? What was he thinking?

Finally regaining his composure, he asked, “Do you feel that?”

“Yes.” The speedy rhythm of his heart didn’t let up.

“This is what you do to me. You have power over me, a hold—it’s like a snare I can’t escape, like a spell I can’t break.” He chuckled dryly, bitterly. “I never felt weak a day in my life until I met you.”

“You’ve been a wanted man for a long time, struggling to survive, fighting an endless war with the world around you. But you don’t have to be on the defensive with me. It’s okay to let your guard down. There’s more to life than being an outlaw.”

His eyes brightened. “Oh yeah, of course. There’s strong whiskey, fine music, good books, an oiled gun, gold nuggets and silver bullets.”

“Lenny…”

“But regardless of all that, you’re the best part.” Sweetly, he nuzzled my nose.

I giggled. “Well now, aren’t you charming?”

“Ain’t that the reason you love me?”

“One of the many.”

His full lips curved into a slow, breathtaking smile, dazzling against his deep brown skin. Sunlight dappled over his face, illuminating that strong, flawless jawline of his. Goodness, he was so very good looking, impossible to resist, and my love for him intensified by the day. I was helplessly addicted to Lenny Summers, the hours we spent together felt like minutes. I could never get enough.

My cheeks heated. “God, how do you manage to turn from cute to sexy in a matter of seconds?”

He smirked. “It’s a gift, part of my charm.” His hand touched my waist, sliding downward along my thigh. A curse hissed out between his teeth once he reached my lace garter belt. “You’re still wearing those?”

“You didn’t take them off me last night.”

“I don’t plan to.” Lenny rose to his knees, hovering over my scantily clad body, eyes smoldering as he stared down at me. “Keep them on. You look so, so, so pretty just like that.”

“Don’t you mean fuckable?”

“Hey, language!” He mocked me with a lopsided smile. “That’s no way for a lady to speak.”

“Oh, forgive me, Mr. Summers,” I said, my tone laced with sarcasm. “For a lying, thieving outlaw, you’re quite the prude.”

His nose wrinkled in protest. “Me? A prude? No, I’m more of a hopeless romantic with a love for dialect and vocabulary.” He drew close, his tongue traced the shell of my ear. My breath caught in my chest. “If you say things—the right things—you can put anyone in the mood.”

I shivered, hot and bothered, a heated ache between my legs. It wasn’t particularly the context of Lenny’s words that turned me on, but the sound…the huskiness in his voice, the way he dragged the vowels, sensual and rich with passion. His voice was smooth as velvet, unbearably sexy in my ear, sending vibrations deep into the core of my body.

He could talk any woman out of her clothes and into his bed without much effort. Not that he would though, he was much too tenderhearted, too sympathetic to be a womanizer.

He was truly one of a kind. And all mine, by some miracle.

A distinct warmth flooding my core, I shoved my hands into his hair and kissed him. I loved how soft his lips felt against mine. His arms enveloped me as he kissed me back, his tongue glided over mine with hot, savory licks that left me breathless and yearning for more. I could only imagine how amazing that firm mouth of his would feel in other places…

I moaned, feeling the prod of his impressive erection against my thigh. I wrapped my fingers around him, and he bucked his hips on contact, thrusting into my hand.

He groaned into my mouth, still ravaging my lips. The scent of our lust was heavy in the air, the heavy weight of his tense, magnificent body pinning me down. He was hard as stone, and hot. I stroked him from root to tip, my palm slick with precum.

“Ah, damn…” he uttered between kisses, lazily fucking my hand. “That feels good.”

“It feels better inside me,” I murmured against his lips.

He broke the kiss, parting me with his finger. “Not yet. You ain’t ready for me.”

With a feeble sound of protest, I buried my face in his neck.

“Hey, no pouting,” he clasped my chin, forcing me to look into his beautiful hazel eyes. His voice softened. “You’re so tight. I’ll bruise you if we don’t take it slow, okay?”

My gaze glued to his fiercely handsome face, an abrupt gratitude filled my soul. “I love you.”

He beamed, kissing my lips one last time before his tongue seared a path down my neck to my breast. Once he caught my nipple between his teeth, I flinched.

Lenny quirked a brow. “You’re sensitive.”

“I still haven’t recovered from last night,” I said.

“Relax, Sugar. I’ll be gentle.”

I blinked, perplexed by the endearment, although I adored how sweet it sounded from his lips. “Sugar?”

He uttered a soft assent, and returned his attention to my breasts, wrapping his mouth around my nipple, sucking lightly. His finger circled the other, the tantalizing caress brought a mist of perspiration to my skin. His tongue moved slow, exquisitely tender over my swollen flesh, soothing like a healing balm. Relishing the sensation, I closed my eyes.

I combed my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. “Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue of yours?”

Lenny flashed a wicked smile. “That sounds like a challenge.” His palms slipped under my hips, he yanked me to the edge of the bed, and dipped low. I slapped a hand over my mouth, smothering a gasp as his tongue fluttered over my clit. Two of his fingers inched inside me and I clenched eagerly around him, my leg draped over his shoulder. Heat swept over me, my heart slammed erratically in my chest.

The delicate rhythm of his stroking, curving fingers was wonderful, but it was his mouth that drove me crazy. The tip of his tongue lapped at my throbbing clit tirelessly…relentlessly. My hips churned, a violent shiver moved through me. He knew my body so well, exactly how to please me, everywhere he touched left a blazing trail of warmth behind.

I bit back a cry at the sweltering heat and lash of his tongue, my core convulsing with every tender lick. Dizzy, drugged and near mindless with sensation, my hands ached for his touch, gliding over his sweat-damp skin, tugging at his hair. He captured my palm with his free hand, our fingers laced together.

“Yes, Lenny, like that,” I urged. “Make me come.”

And he did, with the soft suction of his lips and measured thrusts. I shuddered, tingling, pleasure pulsated through me. Lenny didn’t stop. His tongue continued to work my clit as I rode his fingers shamelessly, my limbs trembling, my climax rolling on and on. I was melting, drowning in sensation. Tears stung my eyes, the walls that kept my emotions at bay breaking at the seams. Swept away by the ongoing waves of ecstasy, I wept silently.

Licking his lips, Lenny rose, lifting my sweaty, limp body along with him. His gaze searched my face with concern. “You okay?” I heard his question just barely past the blood rushing in my ears.

I managed a nod. Carefully, he set me down on the center of the bed, my head hit the pillow. He crawled in beside me, wiping the tears from my cheeks with a light sweep of his knuckles. “Was it too much?”

“No.” Pleasantly aching, I sighed. “You were perfect.”

His eyes studied me for a few beats. “Promise?”

“I promise.” Dazed from the toe-curling, spectacular climax he gave me, I shut my heavy eyelids for a moment. “It’s your turn now.”

“We have all the time in the world to make love. Why don’t you get some rest?”

My gut kicked. I forced myself up to face him. “No, we need an equal exchange. I don’t want you to feel used—”

He pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. “I don’t feel used. That ain’t what this is. It’s just…I don’t wanna push you—”

I swatted his hand away. “Well, I’m not going to sleep until you come.”

His brows rose. “Okay, fair enough. I got an idea.” He shifted to his knees, the blunt tip of his throbbing cock nudged my lips. With a toothy, iconic grin smeared across his face, he requested sweetly, “Lubrication please?”

I gladly drew him in until he hit the back of my throat and was rewarded with a sultry burst of more precum. A pleased murmur escaped me as I savored the taste. He swelled, growing thicker and larger under the flat of my tongue. His balls were big, heavy, a bold display of potent virility. I played with them, rolling the weighty pair in my hand, feeling them tighten.

My eyes were riveted to Lenny as he tipped his head back, muscles rigid and breathing ragged. A deep groan of delicious agony rumbled in his chest. “Goddamn, your mouth…fuck.”

Lenny was the most calm tempered, well-composed man I knew. Watching him unravel like this, face flushed with lust, cursing, the pleasure threatening his control—it was so very satisfying. And sexy.

He drew in a deep breath, steadying himself. “Okay, I-I reckon…that’s good enough.” He pulled out, altering his position, his knees came down at my sides.

I stared at him quizzically as he knelt over me, his slobber-coated cock stood erect above my heart. “What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. Since the day I laid eyes on you.” He cupped my breasts in his hands, kneading them, rolling my nipples into tight points between his forefingers and thumb.

I whimpered, arching into his hand, unbearably sensitive. His rigid length slid between the valley of my breasts, and I gasped, squirming. Why not use my mouth for pleasure instead? “Lenny—”

“I need this.” His eyes were heavy-lidded with desire as he began moving his hips, his big cock gliding between the softness of my chest. “I love you.”

The tender words rolled off his tongue with a quiet, yet passionate intensity. A bubbly sensation struck my heart. “Feels that nice, huh?”

A wry smile pulled at his lips. “I might have an unhealthy obsession with…you know.” He smacked my breasts playfully. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“Your secret is safe with me, handsome.”

His blunt crown brushed my mouth with every stroke. I kept my lips puckered, kissing the tip, loving the unique taste. The rhythmic slap of his balls against my tits had my clit aching for attention once again, but I didn’t care. Right now, nothing in the world mattered more than satisfying him. I wanted to do this for him, he deserved it for being so good to me.

The arousing sight of his sharply sculpted abdomen and lean, pumping hips was enthralling, his sweaty, beautiful brown skin shined and glistened like priceless jewels beneath the light. He was stripped bare to the primal desire where only the race to climax mattered and still, I was spellbound by his beauty. Swooning. He was divine. Heavenly. Fitting of worship.

“I’m close,” Lenny trembled, his voice was a guttural rasp.

“Give it to me.” Grasping his straining thighs, I propped myself up on my elbows and opened my mouth.

I took him in, hungrily sucking his solid length, my cheeks hollowed with the strength of my all-consuming need to pleasure him. He gripped my hair, frantically thrusting—punishing my throat with his big cock. My eyes stung and my lungs burned, but I was too turned on to give a hell. The sounds he made and the loving praises that slipped from his lips made it all worth the effort.

He emptied himself into my greedy mouth, the first spurt of his load so thick, it was a hassle to swallow. His entire body shuddered as I eagerly drained him of everything he had.

I licked him clean afterward. He curled up next to me, pressing tiny, appreciative kisses to my shoulders and neck. “I’m gonna need you to do that more often,” he uttered, and then added sweetly, softly, “Please.”

The vivid blush on his cheeks warmed my heart. “Of course I will, but first, I’m going to need some real food in my tummy.” My stomach rumbled. “As scrumptious as you may be, I can’t live off you alone, Lenny.”

“Your wish is my command, Sugar.” He pulled away and reached for his satchel on the nightstand. “Luckily for you, the last stagecoach I robbed had all kinds of goodies—”

I clutched his stubbled chin, drawing him back in. “Forget that canned slop. Wouldn’t you prefer a homecooked meal?”

“Cook?” His brows scrunched up. “Uh…I’m not—I can’t—”

“Sure you can. I’ll teach you. We can whip something up in the kitchen together.” I cupped the side of his cheek, looking into his eyes. “As long as we have each other, there’s nothing we can’t do.”

His gaze sparkled, the golden flecks wildly radiant and alluring as always.

[yumikan]

[Scout Story] Dance Floor (Slow Step/Epilogue) END

Make sure you read my note and about first~ ^^

-Karaoke Box-

Wataru

Well well, today was fun! We’ve played so much~☆

Eichi

Fufu. You were frolicking around a lot, Wataru. If work isn’t busy, shall we play like this again once in a while?

Wataru

Do we have such time to spare?

We’ve left “SS” in Trickstar hands, but we can’t leave those unstable kids alone, right~?

We still need to protect those children, don’t we?

Also, we’ll be occupied with overseas tour and such from now on……

Because of someone’s fault, we must bring order to the desolated sister schools of Yumenosaki Gakuen around the world[1]

Eichi

Fufu.  Sakuma-kun and Mikejima-kun[2] have at least maintained the status quo, though

I’m sure that each of them has their own limit, so I guess we must do structural reform here and there

For the future of idol industry

Wataru

Fufufu. So, you’re going around doing Annunciation and bring forth a lot of Messiah[3]

That’s our, “fine’s” role, as modern angel, right?

Eichi

Exactly. It’s going to be busier from now on, Wataru. …… Will you come along?

Wataru

Certainly. Even if you don’t force me to come along, we’ll walk close to each other…… Eichi

Please entertain me from hereon too, I’m looking forward to it from the bottom of my heart

Eichi

That’s my line, Wataru

Yuzuru

Both of you, I’m sorry for disturbing when you’re bringing about the mood like the world belong to the two of you……

However, Bocchama is singing. So, please root for him

While singing, seems like he will also perform the “original dance”. It would be great if you watch him and give proper evaluation

Eichi

Yes. Since that was our objective today, I’ll fulfill my role until the end

Wataru

Clap clap clap! Himegimi~, please shine as bright as you want☆

Tori

Y, yeah. Is it alright, though? You even tag along to karaoke……

Just a little bit more and I’ll complete the “original dance”, I want to reach a conclusion

Since long before, karaoke place has been my place to have lesson……

But today everyone is tired, right? We’re playing around a lot, after all

Eichi

Since we insert a moderate rest in between, I’m fine. I’m a bit worried about Wataru, though

Wataru

Oya oya? I wonder what you’re talking about, I’m always full of energy! Since I’m a superhuman who carry perpetual motion of dream in his heart……☆

Eichi

You don’t need to act strong in front of us. That’s a bit lonely……

This time we’re solving Tori’s worry but whenever someone have any problem, I hope you will share it to us

After all, we’re friends. It’s different to the old “fine”, where we have business-like relation

Like family, we’re a community that support each other in sickness and in health

In summertime, my stamina drop considerably and my physical condition is prone to collapse

Wataru take such me into consideration and work too hard to assist me and show as if it isn’t different than usual

Do you think that I didn’t realize?

For that means, you used up all of your energy and that’s why you, for once…… were nodding off and found out by Tori, isn’t that right?

You’re also a human. Your stamina have limit. In this world that is ruled by laws of physics, thing such as perpetual motion is just a pipe dream

You don’t need to live while producing such play where you put on airs even to your friends

Wataru

Am I perhaps being scolded right now?

Eichi

I’m just annoyed at my own worthlessness…… Because of my weak constitution, I put a burden on you

That’s just so shameful and upsetting, I’m fed up with it

Wataru

I’m doing it because I want it, you know

I’m just returning your word, but we’re a community that support and love each other. Whenever someone is losing their vigor, I…… will behave vigorously twofold

With that, “fine” can exhibit its steady output

That’s what “unit” for, isn’t it? We’re not gathering to hold each other back

I consent with it, I’m living a satisfying life. Therefore, please don’t make such face

Eichi

I’m no match for you…… I want to show off in front of my juniors for once, so don’t treat me like a kid too much

Wataru

Okay, I get it. Leaving that aside, Himegimi’s song is starting! Clap clap clap clap☆

Please do your best Himegimi~, please show us your cute side!

It’s my first time at karaoke so I’m excited……!

Eichi

Is that true? I used to avoid and pass through it, so this is my first experience too, I don’t know the proper etiquette for it……

Is it alright to use this tambourine and maracas as we please?

Wataru

Fufufu. Anzu-san seems to be well informed of it. After all, she was a normal girl until recently……

I see, so we order drink and such with this telephone?

Eichi

Hee, what a polished system. Today is my treat, sing, drink, and eat a lot

…… U~n. But somehow, the menu is full of thing that are bad for your health

Wataru

Shall we ignore the food and just sing here?

Aa but, I ardently interested in this mysterious sweet object that is like a composite of art……☆

Eichi

Eh, what’s that? It’s very interesting, show me, let me see

…… Oh, just looking at the photo make me have heartburn

Tori

♪~♪~♪

Wataru

Ah, the song has started and Himegimi start singing little by little!

Let’s do an interjection, Eichi♪

Tori

Aa no, it’s not a live, you know……

It’s okay to pay no attention and order some drinks or have idle talk. Please be carefree~♪

Ehehe. I’m happy that I can do a karaoke with member of “fine”

You always seem so gracious…… But only for today, I feel like becoming closer to everyone

Tori

Playing together, having foolish talk, and karaoke at the end…… It’s like you’re a normal high school student friend

It’s like a dream, since “fine” has always been my aspiration

Eichi

If you say things like that, it makes me feel rewarded. That’s a wonderful smile, Tori

Yuzuru

Fufu. Bocchama likes karaoke so much, after all

To become the idol, “fine”, which he aspires, there’s no suitable environment at home to practice singing and such

So, we would occasionally sneak away from the estate to sing and dance at the karaoke

This was before the equipment like karaoke room or such is arranged at home, it’s before we enter the school

It was a nice breather for Bocchama who was busy with his practice and social life

Tori

Yeah! As expected, singing and dancing is simply fun……☆

The “original dance” class, I don’t know whether I can do it well or no. Maybe I’ll fail miserably in shame and everyone will make fun of me

But this experience surely won’t be in vain. I believe that

This is what you call “feeling of want to break into dance”, I’m “fine” thank you……☆

Wataru

Ahaha. So cute…… It’s a pleasant to have someone who adores you. It’s almost makes me envious, Eichi

Eichi

Is that so. But it’s also because of you that Tori chase after me. Since I’m always yearning for you and work hard to become closer to you

That day……

I’m always worrying about whether letting go of my future where I go together with Tsumugi to karaoke as normal high school student is the right choice or no

If I would arrive in future such as this, I think I can face my former friend who I hurt and atone for it

It won’t erase my feeling of sorry or feeling of guilty, though

I will swallow it and keep moving forward. Slowly, one step at a time

Wataru

Yes. Let’s walk together, to the promising future

Playing at the park, singing at karaoke……

Let’s gather what we lost when we were young and turn it into our nourishment, then become an adult who can puffed up with pride to children of next era

Slow and steady[4], we’ll do it while having fun

Aa Eichi, this is the paradise of earth

 [1] I think it was mentioned in Element - Ash Returns to the Sky 3, yeah Wataru’s being sarcastic to Eichi XD

[2] While Rei’s deed was mentioned in Element, Madara as his successor is mentioned in Purple Wisterias of May - Chapter 8 and some other stories

[3] They use Bible reference. Annunciation describes the moment when angel Gabriel appeared and told Mary that she would bear the savior, Jesus Christ.

[4] This line “急がず焦らず” is what Kanata often said

[theparaminds]

Individualism is the most sought after yet oddly the most condemned straight in any human, with a war being fought over whether or not standing out of a crowd is worth the trouble it brings. Musician and Visual artist Kiddiedouchebag laughs at the very thought that this is a question. The young jack of all trades is no stranger to being unique, and instead, has made it his every goal to stand out in every way possible; from his art, to his clothing to the way he presents himself online. Kiddiedouchebag is the personification of true individualism.

And with such a one-of-a-kind self, there is the yearning to share and grow, to become the forefront and the centre that others look to instead of working in the shadows in privacy. It is now KDB’s time to take the reins and move from the background and into the spotlight, presenting himself and every amazing piece of work that comes with it, knowing for fact others will be in awe once they get a chance to know him even slightly better. 

We sat with KDB to learn how this shift will come about, and how he plans to take inspire others that are as unsure of who they want to be as he once was. 

Paramind: Alright, first question as always, how's your day going?

KDB: My day is going good! I woke up super fucking late though because I skated all day yesterday and hung out with some honeys & shit now I’m about to make pancakes and watch Regular Show all day.

PM: That sounds like an amazing couple days, especially just hanging out skating, when did you start skateboarding?

KDB: My interest in Skating started when I was 8, but I seriously got super into it when I was 11-12, Odd Future pushed me into it even more and I don’t regret it! I don’t have the time to skate as much anymore due to balancing out school, producing, and photography, but when i have the opportunity to skate I go HARD.

PM: For sure, everyone who does it falls in love for life, you mention odd future, who re inspirations for a lot of current musicians as yourself, but what else growing up pushed you into a musical direction?

KDB: Aw man what else? 2013 Childish Gambino inspired me heavily. I found him amazing because he follows the same route Tyler The Creator does which was being a “Jack of all trades” and a visionary while still being a rapper. In 2016 I went through a SoundCloud phase heavily so my favorite artists were (still are) Duwap Kaine, Lil Yachty, Nolanberollin, and ICYTWAT. A lot of these artist I liked because of their melodic sound, I LOVE hearing chords and bells in music which is why my music involves that!

Currently my idol and focus on is also Kevin Abstract, leader of Brockhampton. Kevin is just so dope in many ways, if you look back on his old tweets, right now I am 2014 Kevin. It’s like I understand him and if we ever had a conversation he’d understand me.

PM: Yeah all those guys are such visionaries beyond music, each icons in their own ways. speaking about jacks of all trades, and doing more than music, what else do you hope to accomplish away from the sounds people may know you for?

KDB: I want to accomplish being known for my photography, I got accepted into college for Photography/Film so hopefully my skills grow more and more! I always wanted to get into fashion too like skater type of clothing! I just wanna inspire people, make people happy and leave a legacy! Thats really it to be honest!

PM: Why photography over any other medium? what about it speaks to you personally?

KDB: Well photography just speaks for itself in a way, I’m a visionary guy and I feel like that is the only way I can express myself besides music, with photography I can show my love for colors, lighting, fashion, music, all in one! Plus it’s better expressing that more than.. shoot I don’t know, WRITING or something

PM: For sure the medium gives more to the eye than any other can and express so much lets shift gears a little and specifically talk about your music, many know you as a producer from the llil booty call track, butterfly, but how did that collaboration come to be? and in what ways do you see your musical style matching others?

KDB: That collaboration came to be because of Instagram really! I love discovering underground artists before they blow up, someone tagged me on his post about “Sailor Moon” and I found that SO rad (btw shoutout to Cranchyou on the visuals). I saw how we both have a similar heartthrob lover boy aesthetic so we clicked like that! And I decided to send him beats because he loves rapping on melodic beats also! So boom! I feel my musical style can match others if they are rapping about relatable shit as Tyler or Kevin would, or also singing in a way that can fit my melodic style

PM: It’s definitely a style that is picking up heavily in the underground right now, but, how do you see your style growing and improving with time and experience?

KDB: I see my style growing and improving when my knowledge of music theory, audio engineering, and piano improves! I know just enough in those fields but I want to know even more!

PM: Now, what about music on your own, how do you hope to make a name for yourself as a an individual as opposed to a producer behind the scenes?

KDB: Well I feel like through Instagram I’ve made a brand name as myself rather than just being known as a producer! A lot of people actually fans of me and did not find out I was a Producer until probably a month after! Plus also I figured I will rap soon to be honest I’ve always wanted to rap it’s just hard finding my “voice” to do so, I’ve been practicing for years though so I can finally say I’m ready to do so!

PM: What work can fans look forward in the future to? do you have any solo projects or future collaborations that an eye should be kept out for?

KDB: Fans can look forward to D.I.Y music videos, and more solo music from me maybe this time I’ll be actually rapping! & with collaborations I’m more of a go with the flow kind of person! Whatever happens, happens

PM: That’s a fantastic attitude to have, would you say there are any projects that are your favourites? And if so, how have they influenced you?

KDB: Projects that are my fav hmmm, Because the Internet by Childish Gambino, Wolf by Tyler, Blonde by Frank Ocean, American Boyband by Kevin Abstract. 

These projects influenced me because these are all risky projects that have seen success! From rapping about the internet to Kevin talking about his high school life and being gay it’s just so tight to me. Even though I’m straight, hearing frank and Kevin makes me have so much respect for them because they are talking about their sexuality which they have been discriminated by since they’ve known about their sexuality! That whole “idgaf and I will continue to be me” attitude is something I inspire to have!

PM: Yes, each of them represent something so much bigger than themselves. also blonde is the best album i agree with you completely. But that poses the question of who you want to inspire and what the of kids you want to speak to and be a friend to?

KDB: I want to speak to the kids that are considered the “soft boys” or “soft girls” the ones who understand people’s feelings and the ones who love LOVE! And the kids who’s considered the weird ones in school, no matter if it involves their style or taste in music! Just want them to know that it’s okay to be you and you will be the shit in the future!

PM: That's beautiful, in a way you want then to take all the outsiders and allow them to create their own group that can make them feel loved and involved?

KDB: Hell yeah! Hopefully one day I wanna create something that brings them all together like, since I’m not going to prom this year, in my future I want to create my OWN prom, no dress code, wear whatever you want be whoever you want!

PM: In that case if you're hoping to include more outsiders, it gives the impression that you were one yourself and felt the same problems, and if you could go back and speak words of encouragement to yourself, what would you say?

KDB: To be honest I wouldn’t go back to tell myself anything, all my good decisions and bad decisions happened for a reason, they made me who I am now and why I think this way! I’m happy about it to be honest

PM: To wrap up, would you say you're proud of yourself and all that you have accomplished? or do you believe you have so much more to do before satisfaction and self pride?

KDB: I am proud of myself! But I feel like I have to accomplish much more! I’m not rich yet and I did not inspire enough kids yet! I’ll make it there soon though I believe it.

PM: For sure you will, as long as you stay true to you, to finish, is there anyone or anything you want to shout out or promote? the floor is yours!

KDB: Uhhh Shoutout Productive Honey, my creative team!, shoutout Cranchyou, shoutout all my followers on my spam page those are where my true supporters are at, and shoutout to my mom for being my biggest fan!

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