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the fluffernutters meme

fluffernutters meme

what to do:
☆ post a comment
★ others use the magic RNG 1-10 to pick their fluffiness
☆ then fluff it out

fluffy choices:
① Tiny kisses For some reason or another, the person in front of you? Needs all of the kisses. All of them.
② Love confession You feel the butterflies in your stomach, but there's no way you're going to back out telling that special someone how you feel right now.
③ Pillow talk You've just had the most fantastic sex (playing out is optional!) and now that you're both.
④ Sweets You are at the biggest tea party ever, and the table in front of you is just begging you both to clear it. Hope you guys like cake!
⑤ Picnic You and your main squeeze decide to spend the day in the park having a nice quiet picnic. Necking optional.
⑥ Star gazing It's a clear night out and you two are sharing a blanket to watch the stars.
⑦ Movie night Grab yo' sweetie and hunker down on the couch with a bowl of poppin corns to watch your favorite movie.
⑧ Cooking Your date night has to start with dinner! The two of you decide to cook a meal together and see how it goes.
⑨ Back together For whatever reason, you've broken up. But now, you've realized the error of your ways and want to get back together.
⑩ Rollers choice Pick one!

[originally from here.]

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[A hard shiver rocks through him when the hand rests on his thigh. He tried not to pay attention to it and cover it up, but it was impossible. He was too much aware of it, the same way he was aware of the kiss that is threatening to melt him from inside out.

It was at this point, when he deepened the kiss last time, that he broke it off all nervous and flustered. But he can't do it now. He used his other hand to prop himself up a little, resting it on juncture between neck and shoulder. His other hand slipped behind his neck to pull him even closer, giving the lips a nip before deepening it even more

He missed him. First it was week of barely seeing him, then it was week in America. He really, really missed him.]

[He's felt this before— the tiny spark of hot pleasure from Himuro's teeth. It's what he desired but was afraid of desiring. They were only supposed to do friendly kisses, right? That was the agreement.

Right now, Murasakibara can't be bothered thinking long enough to stop and besides, Himuro initiated.

He doesn't moan this time, oh no. He whines low with all the want he's kept from himself, easily letting his lips part for the other boy and leaning in as much as he's pulled. It's like before: the heat, the thumping in his chest, the excitement.

His hand moves from Himuro's thigh to blindly grope up his stomach, over the thin t-shirt fabric to rest at the older boy's waist and try pulling him closer even if there's barely any distance left. Their legs press against each other; they're in the way if he wants to turn more fully, and he kind of does. It's awkward to sit like this anyway.]

[The hand that was on the shoulder easily slipped down and rested against Atsushi's chest now. He wanted to push himself away, or at least that's what he told himself when he did that. But his fingers had mind of their own, easily twisting into the fabric and not letting go.

He could feel his heart beating so hard that Himuro thought it will break out of his chest. The hand traveling along his body is giving him shivers like he never felt before and he can't stop them.

He slowed down the kiss considerably, but kept it deep and firm, tasting the lips and slowly, very tentatively entwining their tongues, feeling the warmth spread through him. He was a lost cause, he knew that. And he will have to do a lot of explaining later.]

[Lots of explaining, but right now there's only the exploration of uncharted territory. Murasakibara lets Himuro take the pace down. Slower... he can do that. The wet slide of a foreign tongue is new but intriguing, and he delves his own forward to meet Himuro's, tasting him. The peppermint flavor of Murasakibara's candy cane from before may still linger as he curiously takes his time savoring these new sensations.

Himuro's hand desperately pressed up to his chest just makes the pounding of his heart even louder. After a while he has to break away, lips still parted as he takes in air and cheeks lightly flushed. His eyes are open now but their gaze droops apologetically, brows furrowing as the gears lurch in his mind.

Is this... wrong? Himuro didn't stop him and he himself doesn't want to move away or stop. What does it all mean?]

[Minty candy... last time he tasted also some kind of sweet in the kiss. It makes him smile a little- Atsushi's kisses will always be sweet and tasty- in literal sense.

Himuro was out of breath once they separated and the other boy wasn't the only one looking away. He didn't dare look up at him- the amount of guilt now building up in him is insane- he feels as if he used him. Like the last time. But the fact that Atsushi wasn't moving away from him annoyed or scared somehow calmed him down. A little.

Still staring at the hand that gripped at the shirt, Himuro finally spoke up, is slightly lower tone than normal.] I like you. [It slipped easily from him and he felt as if world shifted and fell from his chest.] In that one, special way you want to share anything and everything with that person. [Himuro looks up at him-] Especially kisses like this, and that time when you came to my room.

[When he hears those three words, what he'd been dodging and avoiding for the past couple weeks coalesces into one answer. No wonder he was so confused, with dangerous feelings like this lurking around without being pinned down and named.

Himuro makes it look easy, declaring his feelings in a way that turns the red in Murasakibara's cheeks a little darker. He can't tease his way out of this one even if he wanted to, because finally he realizes that that's how he feels too.

God, why are feelings so embarrassing.]

Muro-chin's... being too American.

[So blunt with emotions. It makes him want to hide and yet, he has to respond to something like that. Murasakibara leans in to peck him on the cheek this time, soft and chaste, just before mumbling something under his breath that's completely incomprehensible. It's just too embarrassing to say...!]

[The comment makes him chuckle very lightly even if he wants to bolt through the door any given moment.]

If I didn't say it openly and clearly, it would be confusing. And this is serious.[More than serious. He has feeling that if Atsushi refuses him, he won't be able to face anyone, ever again. He had imagined worst-case scenario and it made him want to curl in corner of his bed and just stare.

The kiss on his cheek snapped him back to reality, bringing another onset of heat coloring his face. His eyes narrow a bit as he doesn't catch what Atsushi says.] W-.. What did you say, Atsushi?

[Serious things are so difficult. He makes an ambivalent humming sound, half tempted to turn away and curl up but just as tempted to spit it out.]

... Nothin'.

[What a lie. He settles on suddenly wrapping his arms tightly around Himuro and falling over onto the bed, taking his senpai with him as he holds him close to his chest.]

I'm tiiired~~

[Himuro has the urge to scowl and ask for it again. But... does he want to? What if it's not what he wants it to be.

When Atsushi says he's tired, Himuro was getting ready to get off the bed and return to the room. He probably won't get his answer today, which was okay- he just threw this out of him unexpectedly so he didn't mind. However, he was taken aback when he was pulled down to lie on the bed with a small yelp.

The hands had iron grip on him so he couldn't really wriggle out of it-] Hey Atsushi! What are you doing? [His red face was revealing that he didn't mind it but that it did make him embarrassed.]

Sleeping with Muro-chin. [Duh.

He's just clutching the older boy like a teddy bear, pointedly not looking at him as he tries to mask his own embarrassment.]

It's your fault why I'm so tired, you know~. I haven't been able to nap right.

[If Himuro can read between the lines, he can see that this is actually pertinent to the subject at hand.]

[Duh indeed. It almost makes him face-palm at explanation. He tries to peer up at him, but it is difficult a bit from this position. Not that he minds it- being hugged by Atsushi like this makes him feel warm, safe and hidden from the world.

Himuro needs a minute to understand what he meant, since his mind is in a literal jumble of thoughts.]

I see. I will take full responsibility then. [He wraps his hands around the other boy's waist (the best he can do), giving the hug in return.]

[It is quite comfortable like this, and warm too. Murasakibara loosens his hold enough to finally look at Himuro, a very slight upward curve to his lips.]

You will? How?

[Stupid Atsushi. Seeing him smile makes Himuro smile as well. It's dangerous and contagious- he won't be able to wipe it off of his face soon.]

I can start with being your life-size pillow so you can nap. [Yes, he's referring to the current situation.]

I guess that's okay.

[Sure, it's not that he totally wants that and would whine if Himuro tried to get away.]

Mm... A good night kiss, too... ?

[He keeps his face hidden against the other's chest for a few moments. before looking up.]

Yes. A good night kiss too.

[He stares at him for a second, expectantly.

Then he sort of... leans their foreheads together, still staring and making a very low droning noise in his throat. Where's his kiss, Muro-chin.]

[Haaa.. It seems that he will have permanent red face from now on.

He keeps his eyes locked on the other's the leans up, pressing their lips together, in soft, lingering kiss.]

[The droning stops with a short, happy hum as their lips meet. He presses back but keeps it fairly brief; that's enough for now.

Enough for him, anyway. Murasakibara looks quite satisfied when they part and settles his body more into the mattress with a sigh. Besides being tired from the beginning, all this emotional stuff can really wear one out.]

Sweet dreams, Muro-chin~.

[He is tired too. The jet lag is finally kicking in, now that he took off all these emotions off his chest. He's yet to hear the proper answer from Atsushi, but since he went a bit head through wall, he could wait.

The warmth from the boy's body is making him drowsy, pretty fast. Closing his eyes, Himuro settles back comfortably against him.]

Sweet dreams, Atsushi.

[ooc: Thank you for another cute thread! :D]

[ooc: My pleasure withe these two cuties >w<]

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