#soaking wet edo……

[frederikvesti]

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[nanamiskentos]

kashimos like pussy muncheratron 300. Do you understand my vision. Comes up chin all messy and everything

cw ➤ afab!reader, orál (f), hair pulling, fíngering, praisè kínk. MDNI.

kashimo's always been reckless, especially whenever he's slotted into his favourite place in the world. right between the plush flesh of your thighs.

you had never expected him to be, because for the longest time, you had amusedly watched as the tips of his ears would flush pink, ivory skin mottled red as kashimo coughed and kneaded at the back of his neck. the medieval sorcerer being surprisingly prudish to the concept of anything intimate, that is, until . . he got his first taste.

and he's just so fixated. so unflinchingly devoted to the slick, twitching mess of you. it's visible in the way he presses pale lips to the inside of your thighs, sharp fangs tucked away lest they pierce and puncture.

you can see jus' how desperate kashimo is to dip your hips into his mouth, from the way he nudges your knees open wider with his chin. like you're a book he's desperate to study front to back, cover to cover, to memorise every sopping fold that oozes translucent slick over his slender fingers.

"you're already shaking, little dove," kashimo murmurs, voice thick and raspier than his typical snide tone. cyan eyes flashing with unbridled desire as he drags his electric gaze across your soaked cunt.

the sorcerer's grinning when he says it, that little flash of mischief tucked behind the sharp tip of his tongue, as though he knows exactly what he's doing to you. and worse? he knows that he's only just begun.

". . hajime, i –" you whisper, breath hitching when he brushes the very tip of his shapely nose against your inner thigh. pressing his lips to your skin in a way that blooms a fresh bruise that you'll marvel at tomorrow.

the sorcerer's gaze flickers up, jewel-turquoise eyes ringed by lashes of the very same shade. the effect is almost disconcerting, but fascinating all the same.

"mhm?" kashimo's voice is airy, distracted. and he's far too busy mouthing along your skin, open-mouthed kisses soaking into your flesh like he's trying to leave a trail, some path back to you, in case he ever gets lost, "you nervous?" he grins, "don't be, i'm not."

yeah, hajime kashimo never gets nervous. or apprehensive. you've yet to introduce him to every wonder of the modern world that the edo period lacked, but you know that if you dangled him over the edge of the mariana trench, he'd probably excitedly ask you to just drop him right in, just for fun . . . and right, where were you?

the moment kashimo finally presses a tender, leering kiss to your cunt, soft and slick, your body tenses with a gasp. and marble-sculpted hands tighten at your thighs, fingers pressing into your skin. keeping you open and steady. he hums, as though he's just tasted ambrosia.

"ouh, wait. ." he mutters, "that's, that's good. keep 'em open for me, little dove, i like that."

and kashimo's messy with it, shameless. his eager tongue laps through your glossy folds, slow and steady, as though he's trying to memorise the way you taste, every twitch of your thighs alongside him.

and you can only jolt beneath him, your hand blindly groping out to curl into the soft strands of his teal hair, latched right around one of the knots he pulls his hair up into.

kashimo just groans, lips dragging up to your throbbing clut, suckling the nub with a soft, wet sound that echoes in the space between your legs.

". .there she is," kashimo reverently whispers, half to himself, half to the trembling, quivering mess of your swollen pussy, "you gonna' cum just from this? just from my mouth, sweet thing?"

and what else can you do, but choke on your reply? fingers threading through blue-green strands, already damp with exertion. and he's moaning at that, a grunt that gives way to a needier, unabashed sound. as though you're the one pleasuring him.

"if i had known that you'd like it this much. ." his tongue teasing at your clit in lazy circles now, deliberately slow before laving down to part your sticky, messy folds, "like me right here?" gentle breath fanning over your folds, hot and uneven. and you can nearly sob when his eager lips wrap around you once more, right over the throbbing pulse that jumps up and down.

"say it, wanna' hear how much you like it."

you can only nod, desperate. angling your hips just so, in a way that slick pools and trickles, and he shakes his head to side to avoid wasting even a drop. but there's just so damn much. .

kashimo lifts his head just enough to look you in the eyes, chin gleaming with spit and slick, lips swollen pink and tacked with your arousal.

"hey, what did i jus' say?" he's slowly inching the very tips of his fingers into your glossy entrance that's winking up so prettily for him. "use your words, little dove. don't make me ask twice."

"y-yes," you pant, eyes fluttering as stars begin to prick at your vision, feeling kashimo's digits press and meld to every crevice of your gummy, sticky walls. searching eager for that sweet spot, "yes, i like it. i l-love it when you – . ."

that's all kashimo really needed to hear. there's a faint jostle in the bouncy mattress beneath you, and you have no doubt he's probably rutting himself up against the soft bedding. eager to chase some friction of his own beneath the thick weave of his ivory martial pants.

the sorcerer eats as though he's starved, sucking your clit like air is a mere second priority to him. licking into you, greedily pummelling his fingers into you, and curling them against the rough patch towards your abdomen that makes you squeal.

you can hear the god of lightning groan, pant against you as though it's euphoric, hands bruised into your thighs. and you're already tipped over the edge, hips stuttering, mind startlingly blank. mouth parted in a soundless gasp as your brows knit together.

but. . just before that sweet release knocks on the door, kashimo pulls back slightly. fingers still curled and oodling pretty, sloppy patterns in you. but that searing gaze is trained up at you, through half-lidded, ruined eyes.

"you better cum, better make a fuckin' mess," kashimo breathes, slick strands of your arousal clinging to his lips as they part, "all over my face, can you do that? mhm, can you do that for me?"

when kashimo has his mind set to pleasuring you, it's never casual. never tame, never a favour. not a warm-up, nor a means to an end. the tip of his nose bumps right up against your pulsing, swollen clit, you can hear the sorcerer mutter, almost to himself, like a vow, "gonna' have you on my face next."

[blueblood99-art]

May I represent my story "Flowers in spider webs" (I'll probably change that title later) - Harada x Burado (my OC, you can learn more about her here)

Summary: Burado-chan is a shinigami, who was destined to take Sanosuke's life. Unfortunate thing is that she fell in love with him. And there's a time when she have to do her job.

T/W: blood, death of the main character, really sad shit that broke my heart

Also a little disclaimer - English is not my native language, so if you find any mistakes in the text feel free to share, I always look forward to improve my writing skills ✨

Blood is everywhere: soaked through all his tight, Western clothes, blurring his eyes and dripping from the ends of his cropped red hair. The wounded chest heaves heavily, a dull pain in his arms and legs, like shackles, knocks him to the ground, prevents him from making his way through the bodies of the murdered racetsu. The sun rises over the quiet, peacefully sleeping Ueno. The battle lasted all night, but none of the residents even suspected that on an empty road Harada Sanosuke was chest-blocking them from hordes of bloodthirsty, red-eyed monsters. By dawn it began to rain, the jets of which, like cold blades, cut his cheeks, weighing down his clothes, but at the same time cooling the boiling blood heated in the heat of battle. Sanosuke is dead tired, but he doesn't have time to rest. He promised Shinpachi that they would meet in Sendai. He promised Masa that when this damn war was over, he would return to Edo. Her white, worried face appeared before his eyes.

"Hello," a stooped, sullen figure met him out of the darkness, devouring him with bright yellow eyes.

The familiar voice aroused in him a long-forgotten excitement, as if from another life. Having stumbled, Harada slips on the wet mud and plops down under a large tree, hiding from the rain. His chest is still heaving heavily.

"I've been waiting for you," the grin came out bitter, tired. If this woman is here, then his battles are over. "I thought we'd meet earlier".

In the years since they had to break up, she had become even more beautiful. Coming out of the shadows, Burado-chan easily, mournfully followed under the tree, stepping on the corpses of the stricken enemies, as if not noticing them. The invariable bright red umbrella with the ugly Youkai muzzle was with her again and glowed in the predawn darkness with a pale dark red flame. She turned out to be a beautiful, dignified woman. The soft, rounded features of the face and figure tightened, became thinner, more elegant, and the old black robes of the monks were replaced by a silk kimono with bright red lycoris flowers embroidered on it.

"Harada...". Closing his eyes wearily, he hears the fabric rustling nearby and feels her cold palm on his chest.

A cold tear falls on the cheek, rolls down onto the blood-soaked lips. Opening his heavy eyelids, he sees Burado-chan's face distorted by crying in front of him. Clutching his shoulders with her hands, she hugged his head, pressed her whole body.

"Do you think... Burado-chan... everything could have ended differently?"

"I-I... d-don't know," she sniffs, casually wipes her tears, smearing them on her wet cheeks.

"If only... if we had met under different circumstances, I would have made you my wife," Harada smiles wearily, squeezing the girl's shaking palm. In the dark gray overcast sky, where it connects with the earth, a bright red streak of dawn appears in the east. This night will end with his life. "We would have... lived by the sea in a small hut... raised our children..."

"Y-yes," Harada's pale, bloodless face blurs before her eyes, she hardly squeezes out any sound from her tightly constricted throat. "This... that would be great..."

She kisses him on the forehead, holding the touch for a few moments, inhales his scent in a desperate attempt to remember everything, to keep Harada in her memory. In the tense silence, only the noise of the increasing rain is heard.

"T-Toukabo Shigure... go ahead!"

Finally, she stands up on wobbly legs, carefully placing Sanosuke's head on the ground. Stretching out her hand, she calls youkai to her. Touching the cold metal handle of the umbrella feels alien, unfriendly. A demonic mask covers a reddened, tear-stained face. Her hair is rapidly turning white, turning the color of snow on the night when she and Harada last saw each other.

"B-Burado-chan?.." Harada gasps hoarsely, his eyes can't see anymore. Blindly stretching out his hand, he squeezes the sleeve of her kimono.

"I'm here, Sano-san"

"I think I see it... our house by the sea"

She exhales hoarsely, biting her lips until they bleed.

"Will you wait for me there, Sano?"

"Don't take your time," Sigure muttered, although there was no usual sullenness in his words. A thin black hand rested on the girl's shoulder. She was kneeling next to Harada, her kimono stained with dirt and rasetsu's blood. "You're torturing him. Give him peace"

She seemed not to hear the instructions of her partner, moving her shoulders to shake off his hand. Burado was shaking violently.

"Don't you see, he's starting to rave!" Shigure shouted, pulling the girl by the sleeve of her kimono.

She silently swallowed a heavy lump. Closing her eyes, she stretched out her hand with an umbrella. So it will be easier to force yourself to do it.

"Shigure... let's do it!" 

A pale scarlet flame enveloped the paper body of youkai and, obeying the command, he cut off the soul of Harada Sanosuke from the body. In the dark red light of the mask, she saw his body twitch before the life finally left him. Images of his life appeared before her eyes, which Burado, closing her eyes, tried not to see. Here is their happy childhood with Shinichi, full of adventures, unsuccessfully committed seppuku, training in Shieikan, service as a captain of the Shinsengumi. She sees her own face, tense and pale, - the last thing Harada had in front of his eyes. Tears flow from under her mask. For a while she stands there, shaking, as if petrified. Shigure hesitates to speak, silently watching her grief.

"You have a long journey ahead of you. I hope it will be easy," finally, putting her palms together, the girl makes a low bow. May his soul find its way to Jigoku, may Emma-sama be merciful.

[gginscandy28]

Nurse Y/N

Gintoki x Reader

⚠️A lil fluff,NSFW ⚠️

-im sorry if my writing sucks asf...its my 1st time writing this ff and i just write what i feel like

-also im sorry if its very technical w nursing thingys 😅

-pls pls lmk if you have any feedbacks/ comments/ideas too thank uu

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-bg:youre a 22 y/o single nurse who is a part timer workng in clinics and hospitals in Edo to find extra $$ while still wanting to have some free time

outro:

-you where chatting up with ur patients as u finished up ur wound dressing in ur drs clinic

-and you see a glimpse of him walking with his gang,the yorozuya

-hes seen you a few times and recognises you as the nurse who is soft spoken and very strong while transferring pts

-you would sometimes just have small talks with him during ur pockets of time

-usually talking about daily lives and just laughing off at him teasing the other nurses

-you lowkey have a crush on him as he prevented another pervy pt from touching ur ass when you were prepping your meds

-anddd you do know gin has a nurse kink as he shoots some dirty jokes like "hmm someone gonna poke me real hard uh" or a "damn gurl that light pink dress be looking good on the floor"

-you just haha *sakamoto laughs* your way out

the story:

-you just chilling and watching dramas on tv

-shinpachi suddenly called you and requested you to take care of gin for 5 days as both shinpachi n kagura are gonna take over the yorozura for a bit

-gin got into a accident while riding his scooter and hit a light while tryna avoid a car

-he broke his left arm and leg and also has several wounds on his scalp and back

-and gins usual care giver otae is busy w the smile cabaret

-plus shinpachi n kaguras gonna stay the remaining nights at shins dojo to allow gin to recuperate well

-you just agreed and told him that ur coming tmr

-you replinished and packed your duty bag and essentials as your gonna stay the night the next day

-you just hope for the best and nothing goes wrong

D-1:afternoon

-knock knock

-"hello,anyone home? y/n here,shinpachi requested me to come!"

-"just come in,the doors not locked" a male voice echoes inside

-"aitee,coming in"

-you changed to inner slippers and propped your bags near the table

-you sat on the blue couch facing the injured man lying down with jump covering his face

-"yo,i heard you got into an accident.. btw imma help change your dressing and care for you and the house for a bit...just bare with me aite"

-"gosh this shinpachi,told him i can care for myself but i guess i got my own personal nurse now huh haha" gin shrugged taking out the jump and sitting up

-you guys disscussed on the timings to eat,preferred food,shower timings and you familiarised yourself to the office so its easier to get things

-you told gin to stay out and you went into an empty room to put ur stuff

-you unpacked and arranged your sleeping tatami

-you decided to sweep and clean the office as its messy w strawberry milk cartons and rubbish

-and its squeaky clean

-You then cooked some lunch as gins mentioned that hes hungry

-"y/n ,arent you tired? go and rest after this...you did

alot.if not ill end up having to be your nurse" gin as he ate rice

-"nah im good,you know im restless right...im not the type to sit until i feel like im done.plus lets wash up and ill do up your dressing later"

-gin needed help with showering as he cant reach his back and he is worried of soaking his wounds

-he also joked that youre gonna be shy showering him but youve taken care of so many people that you dont feel a thing

-you reassured gin that your gonna cover his casts with plastic wrap and it wont get wet..you also gonna clean him darn well

-you cleared the dishes and helped walk him to the washroom

-you rolled up ur pants sonit wont get wet

-you took his clothes off and covered his cast with plastic

-"dayum you ripped son"

-"aye thanks but dont stare at my tittiess aight,im getting cold" gin laughed

-his body is just dayum...so different from the pts you took care of

-his skin so bright,his shoulder so wide luke worldwide handsome,his arms can choke,his pectoral muscles so big,his 6 pack abs be like the buns in the bakery,and you just try not to look at this birbu

-you can feel his body heat..he felt so warm

-you adjusted the temp and got gin to wash wherever he can and you assisted to wash his back

-"let me know if its too hot/cold ,im gonna scrub ur back now"

-you brushed his back up and down,left and right not leaving any dirt behind

-"y/n you breathing so hard,you okay? hahaha mustve been your 1st time seeing a body this toned" gin checked on you

-"haha yeah...but how you so ripped if you keep consuming sweets bruh"

-"of course theres a way how samurais do it *wink wink"

-you dried him up with a towel,wiping every inch of his body

-and helped him put on his green pyjamas

-"yay we done,now this bigg baby is fresh.you lie down,imma get my things"you said as you went out

-"is it gonna be painful y/n? i see the dr stitched me for one of the wounds and its quite big too"

"imma give you ur pain meds so it wont be painful,trust me ill do it with no pain"

-you washed your hands and prepped your wound dressing kit

-gin just stares and observes you in awe

-"okay gonna start now,just dont touch my hands or your wounds gonna be dirty and it wont heal well"

-gin broke the silence and tried to fill the atmosphere

-"y/n,idk if ive asked you but what made u be a nurse? coz u wanna marry a doctor or you like to inject people?" gin joked

-"ugh come on,really hahah...i wanna be a nurse coz i feel statisfaction when my patients are well and the feeling of being thanked is just out of this world...also the feeling of adrenaline is so good"

-"ah thats great,being a nurse is not easy too...i mean ive seen ur colleagues in the hopsital...man great respect for u guys...also i just have a soft spot for nurses"

-"yeah right" you rolled your eyes and you knew what he meant...

-you finished dressing his wound and stood up to throw the rubbish

-you came back and suddenly he pulled you by the arm

-he got closer and closer to your face

-you just blanked and wondered whats going on

-"y/n your really pretty,i wonder if you have a s/o? man its a waste if you didnt have one" gin smirked

- you flinched and just said you dont bother to have one coz of ur job and your scared to be in one

-you needing to take care of others but you feel bad for a s/o to take care of you and being to clingy

-you excused yourself to wash up and got him to rest

stay tuned for the next part!

[lazytyphooncollector]

The Geisha Knows Her Ninja

It was edo Japan and Bluu was working as a geisha. That night it was hers and Leo's anniversary. He was away though on a mission seeing as to how he's a ninja and all that. That night though leo got back from his mission and he wanted to make their anniversary special for her so he got to work. That night Bluu came home from work and the candles were out. She heard movement.

"Leo is that you?" Bluu asked in the darkness. Suddenly a hand covered her mouth preventing her from screaming. It picked her up and brought her into the washroom where the tub was. Suddenly, a lot of candles were lit and the figure set her down and took their hand off of her mouth. In the candlelight Bluu could see her her husband. She was so excited and happy to see him. She looked and gasped for it was so romantic to her. There were sakura petals all on top of the water in the tub and there were many candles lit for her.

"Leo did you do all this?"

He walked up to her. "Yes, I did and happy anniversary my love," he purred in her ear.

He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You look sexy my geisha," he whispered huskily in her ear. He picked her up again and he set her down in the water taking her kimono off. He got in the water with her.

Soon Leo pressed his lips to hers in a rough kiss that suddenly grew more intense turning into making out. Leo wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer to his plastron as much as he could as he bit her lower lip which caused her to gasp and he shoved his tongue into her mouth exploring all of the unknown territory. Her tongue was caressing over his as they were tongue battling. He soon smirked as he came out on top and they separated for air. Leo started kissing her chin until he made his way down kissing her throat, down to her neck where he locked, kissed and sucked on her neck leaving hickies on her tender skin. Bluu started to moan. Leo became hypnotized by them as he pinched the right boob, squeezing it in his three fingered hand. He put his mouth on her left nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud, making it harden. He then switched. He kissed down her stomach. He smirked as he pressed a finger on the outer part of her pussy as he could see and feel her getting soaked.

"Getting already wet for me I see honey?" purred Leo.

He laid her back down in the water as he spread her legs open and he rubbed her clit with his thumb as she moaned again. He kissed and licked the outer part of her pussy then shoved his tongue deep into her, licking her inner walls, tasting her juices. Once he was done with that he pulled out his dick as he slowly inserted it into her pussy thrusting slowly at first. She let out another moan as he picked up speed as he gripped her hips and bucked into her, feeling her tight walls closing in around him. He grunted,

"Fuck sweetie you're so tight."

"Leo!" she moaned out.

As he went in deeper and slammed into her harder and faster he groaned,

"Scream my name sweetheart!"

"Leo!"

"Louder!"

"LEO!!!"

And with that he rammed into her one last time, reaching his climax and shot his seed into her, sliding his dick out. He collapsed next to her in the water panting heavily as he brought her closer to him and snuggled with her.

"I love you Bluu," he whispered as he sat her on his lap in the tub nuzzling her neck.

"Happy anniversary Leo," Bluu said to him.

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[sabraeal]

Get Up Eight, Chapter 5

River of Silk | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Written for my birthday buddy @fade-touched-obsidian‘s birthday! Which is TODAY, since I finally managed to catch up to all my owed (birthday) fics.

The sun lingers at the horizon when they reach Fujisawa, Shirayuki’s feet aching and sore even through the thick wrap of her bandages. Obi’s sandals might have saved them stopping earlier, but his gift would not keep her from hobbling in the morning. If she soaked and dressed them again it might save her some suffering, but--

But she would have to ask for those things, and comfort was in short supply on the road.

“You are shivering, ojou-san.” When she dares to look up, Obi is watching her with those strange eyes of his, narrow. “Are you cold?”

“No.” A pleasant breeze has been rising off the waters, and she only wishes she could remove this scarf, letting it blow away the deep itch that has settled into her scalp. “I’m warm enough.”

His brow raises, skeptical. “Is it your feet then? Do you need to tend to them?”

The checkpoint’s line is long, and standing here, shuffling along at a snail’s pace is certainly not helping, but still she shakes her head. “No, no need stop. I only...”

Her teeth snap around the words, but far too late. Obi stares at her, expectant, another brow joining the first when she hesitates.

“It’s the dōshin,” she admits, as easy as pulling teeth. “What if they think we’re suspicious? Are you sure that we don’t need to--?”

“Ojou-san,” he laughs, “I’ve told you before-- no dōshin guard these gates. They leave it to administrators who report back to them, and then they report to the yoriki, and then the yoriki decide whether they report to a bugyō today or not, based on how far they feel like walking.”

Shirayuki squints into the distance, mouth bending into a frown. There are two that she can see, inspecting a cart that has come to the gate, and they are dressed in the same subdued black as any other samurai, blades slung at their hips.

“They have swords,” she informs him. “A chonin can’t carry--”

“A katana. But those are wakizashi.” His lips curve in a smirk. “This is all theater, ojou-san.”

One of the men smacks the cart, urging it on, as the other calls the next group forward, hand on his hilt. Their authority may all be an illusion, but the men seem to believe in it well enough-- they may not be real dōshin, but a short blade will cut her as easily as a long one; a fact that makes this bit of kabuki uncomfortably real.

“Besides.” He hooks his hands behind his head, rolling his neck until it gives a sickening crack. “What’s there to be suspicious of? You’re a well-dressed-- if a little worse for wear-- ojou-san, and I’m your yojimbo.” His teeth flash behind his lips. “Unless you don’t think I’m convincing?”

“N-no!” she protests, tugging at her scarf. “You are! I just--”

Her words shrivel on her tongue as his hands come out, tugging the cloth from her grasp.

“Enough of that, ojou-san,” he tells her gently. “Or else it might come loose.”

“Oh.” Her hands knot in the strap across her chest. This close she can see the gold in his eyes, like fireflies caught in amber. “Right.”

He pulls the cloth just so, so that it sits tight against her skin. “I should carry that bag.”

She blinks, shuffling back a step. It nearly sends her sprawling; between her blisters feet and her too-large sandals, she stumbles, but Obi’s hand snaps out, catching her by the sleeve of her yukata.

“Easy, ojou-san,” he murmurs, setting her back on her feet. “It was a suggestion.”

Her fingers tighten on the strap, blanching at the knuckles “I have to be the one that carries it.”

“I understand.” His gaze flicks pointedly toward the men at the gate. “But fine young ojou-san like yourself don’t typically--”

“Please.” The word is hardly more than a breath. “No one else should carry it.”

He lets out a long breath; a noise she knows all too well. She’s testing his patience. “I understand duty, ojou-san, but please--” his mouth curves in a smirk-- “I’m your yojimbo, and you’re carrying the bag that clanks. At least let them think my bags are heavier.”

The other shukuba have been crowded-- this close to Edo, it would be hard for them to be anything but-- but Fujisawa is more crowded still. Even in the streets, Shirayuki is pressed shoulder to shoulder with other travelers, jostled this way and that by the current of the crowd.

A hand spans the small of her back, and she nearly yelps for the dōshin before she realizes it’s Obi, keeping her close.

“There’s so many people,” she murmurs, tucking tighter against his side. The press may not part for her, but he stands half a head taller than most, and near him the path is easier.

“It’s the temple.” His fingers tighten on her back, just a moment, before relaxing. “Most of these people aren’t merchants, they’re pilgrims.”

She blinks, scanning the crowd. How he can tell is beyond her. “The temple?”

“Yeah,” he hums, moving her close as a man nearly knocks into her arm. “Some water goddess lives on an island down that way. It’s always a pain to get through.”

She follows the jut of his chin, but there’s only shops in front of them, with their serving women out in front, trying to gain some last minute custom before the travelers took lodging for the night. “Water goddess...”

“Okyakusama!” a woman lilts, voice pitched enticingly high. “Come try our fare! I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

In one hand she’s clutching meat on a stick, though it’s hard to see what kind from this distance, especially when Obi’s hand presses more firmly at her back, driving her along.

“No, no,” he calls back to the woman, mouth curving in a smile. “I couldn’t.”

“Then try here, okyakusama!” another woman calls out, holding a bowl of soba. “You’ll leave more than satisfied!”

“No, come here, okyakysama!” yet another sings, holding out what seem to be small, fried balls. “Just a little taste couldn’t do any harm.”

He raises his hands, as if fending them off. “Please, ladies, I’ll ruin my appetite.”

“Are you sure?” The woman cradling her soba gives him a long, appreciative look, and-- oh. Oh. This wasn’t just about food. “I’d hate to see a strong, young man like you go hungry.”

“Don’t worry about me, ojou-san.” Her stomach churns as his smile slips to a smirk. “I’ve been fed well enough.”

His hand falls to her back, and she doesn’t think it’s her imagination that he hurries her along somewhat faster, careful not to make eye contact with any more of the serving women as they walk.

She can’t help herself, she looks back at them, watching as they descend upon another unwitting traveler. “They were all so interested in you.”

He gives her a wolfish smile, just a flash of teeth. “I must look hungry. What do you think, ojou-san?” He holds out his other arm for inspection, oblivious to how his kimono gapes across his chest. “Am I wasting away?”

If only she could keep her cheeks from flushing, it could stay that way. “N-no. You look fine enough to me.”

Oh, that was-- that was not the way to put it.

“I mean,” she blurts out, melting under his grin, “that I don’t think that was it.”

“No,” he agrees, gaze slipping from her to fix itself ahead of them. “The last time I came through here I was skin and bones, but they didn’t have any time for me.” He slants a wry look at her. “Merchants can smell money, ojou-san.”

Her hands tighten around the strap at her chest. Funny that they hadn’t taken notice of her when the ryo in her bag must stink to high heaven.

“You know,” he murmurs, guiding her until she’s nearly under his arm, “the head covering doesn’t help.”

She blinks up at him, confused.

“With blending in,” he clarifies, gaze drifting over the crowd. His eyes are always in motion, always wary. “Not many women are wearing them now, in summer.”

Her fingers brush at the silk, tips catching on its smooth weave. He’s not wrong, but still--

“Though I imagine--” he glances down at her with a meaningful look-- “taking it off would be worse.”

His gaze drops, sweeping up her with a heat that makes her sweat, like standing much too close to a cook fire, and--

And he has only seen her hair the once, wet from the bath, its color muted and dark, and there had been-- well, there had been more to see than that. Something that a man like him would find more exciting than a hint of red.

By his look, he hasn’t forgotten.

“I-it would be,” she manages, ducking her head, hoping it hides her flush. “Just as much as taking off that sword.”

Obi lifts his arm, blinking down at where it rests on his hip. “Ah,” he hums thoughtfully. “I see. Still,” he casts her a slanted glance, “there are things that can be done if you want to draw less attention.”

“O-oh?” They may be only passing glances, the same any traveler might give another, but every gaze that lingers on her scalds, reminds her that any stray doubt could cause this whole plan to come tumbling down.

Obi leans close-- entirely too close, until she can smell the sweat on his skin and some other, more pleasant scent, musky and natural. “Let me take care of you, ojou-san.”

The soft rumble of his voice, a distant storm in his chest, sends the same frisson through her as when lightning strikes, the air buzzing between them. “W-what?”

He pulls back, gesturing to the strap across her chest. “No yojimbo worth his pay would let his ojou-san carry something that heavy.”

Her shoulders round under her burden. “It’s my responsibility to bear. I’ve told you that.”

He sighs, long-suffering. “So you say, ojou-san, so you say. But--”

“Obi,” she pleads, words little more than a breath. “Don’t ask again.”

His lips press tight, another white scar across his bronzed flesh, the opposite of a mended pot.

“All right.” His gaze fixes ahead, tight lines etched above his brow. “If you say so, ojou-san.”

It is only when Shirayuki is certain she can take no more, each step like walking on glass shards, that she asks, “Is there something wrong?”

Obi blinks, the gold of his eyes catching in the dying light. “Ojou-san?”

“It’s only...” She lets out a huff, drawing to a halt. “We’ve passed so many hatago! Is there something wrong with them?”

He stares for a long moment, two steps ahead of her, body limned in dusk, and lets out a laugh. “Nothing so wrong. Just too crowded.” His mouth curves, wry. “And with the wrong sort of people.”

Her head swivels back toward the last hatago, eyes wide. “You mean...criminals?”

She would have never guessed, not with its well-swept stoop and second floor, screened off from the street. Then again, she, of anyone, knew how appearances could deceive.

Obi coughs, shoulders shaking, and she nearly asks if he feels ill--

But he’s only laughing. At her.

“No, ojou-san. Those places are full of pilgrims.” He casts a wary glance back. “They pay far too much attention to the company they keep. And that’s not what you’re looking for, is it?”

“N-no,” she murmurs, gaze dropping to the cobbles beneath them. “Not...not as such.”

Obi nods. “Then we need to get past the temple road, and probably off the main street. It shouldn’t be too far.” He drags a speculative look over her. “Do you need me to carry you, ojou-san?”

“No!” she yelps, hurrying to his side. “I--I’m fine. Is the temple road far?”

She hopes not; another block and she might need to take Obi up on his offer; she’s not sure she could live with the wound to her pride.

“Not at all.” He nods his head toward the thoroughfare they’re crossing. “It’s here, just at the end of this street.”

Shirayuki blinks, disoriented, her feet stalling out beneath her. There’s nothing special to mark it, just another street like the one they walk, lined with shops and merchants trying to hawk their wares. If she squinted she could make out the lines of the torii gate, spanning a bridge that led out over the water and--

“Oh!” she gasps, hands flying to her mouth. “This is Fujisawa!”

Obi stares down at her, wary. “Yes. I told you that before, ojou-san.”

“Which means--” she whirls to him, hands curling in the wide sleeve of his kimono, “--that is Enoshima!”

He shrugs a shoulder, raising one hand to rub at it. “Sounds about right.”

It’s impossible for her to be able to see the isle from here, not with the way the buildings all crowd together, leaving only a sliver of the sea visible, but she squints at the horizon still, straining to catch a glimpse. In the hazy air, she can almost convince herself that she can see the leafy outline of the mount, the last earthly remains of a dragon tamed--

“Ojou-san?” His worry sings through the word like a plucked string, and, ah, that is what he resembles most now-- a string strung too tight, left vibrating on the fret.

“This is Benzaiten’s shrine,” she tells him, breathless. “One of her most sacred sites. Oba-san...”

She closes her lips around the words. He doesn’t want to hear about her grandmother, about how Oba-san had always swept around the sake house, threatening to play her biwa. How she would pour for their customers, telling them that she was the kami of all that flowed, and Oji-san would only laugh, shaking his head as another discordant strum sent their custom howling into their drinks.

And she can’t afford to tell him. Wealthy ojou-san going to their rich cousins in Kyoto don’t have those sorts of stories.

Obi raises a brow, mouth canting at a corner to match. “Considering a detour, ojou-san?”

Shirayuki casts one last look down the road, chest strangely tight, and shakes her head. “No, I only...wanted to look.”

He hums, taking a glance himself. “Look as long as you can,” he murmurs, so close she can feel the warmth of his body, “if you come back this way again, she might not be here.”

She blinks up at him, wide-eyed. “What do you mean?”

“Haven’t you noticed? Foreigners aren’t welcome, ojou-san.” His mouth twists, wry. “And it seems they mean men and kami alike.”

Shirayuki wants to refute him, to tell him they could never pry Benzaiten from the hill of Enoshima, that the very island itself would rise up and eat their children once more before that would happen--

But the sack at her back has never felt heavier, her knees trembling beneath the weight. She would be far from the first to be exiled under Ameterasu-ōmikami’s rule of the kamidama.

“Too bad.” Obi hooks his hands behind his head, picking up a casual stroll. “I heard the one they got there is naked.”

“W-what?” she splutters, cheeks burning. “I never--”

“Blue-haired and naked with a biwa on her lap,” he clarifies breezily, leading her down the road. “Artfully placed, of course, ojou-san. They take it out once every seven years. I wonder--”

“Is that a hatago?” she asks, too loudly, hurrying in front of him so he can’t see her flush. “Perhaps we should stay there for the night.”

“Mm,” he hums. She doesn’t need to turn to know that he’s smirking. “If that’s what you want, ojou-san.”

Despite his deference, Obi does not select that hatago for their stay. One glance at their custom and he shakes his head, herding her away from the doors.

“Pilgrims,” he explains casually. “And dōshin.”

“Dōshin?” She glances back, brow furrowed. “But wouldn’t they be in their own houses? Or at least the honjin?”

“One would think,” Obi agrees, hurrying her along the cobbles. “Down this way, ojou-san. There should be a suitable place here.”

“Mm,” she hums, absent, as he leads her away, the laughter from the hatago following after her. “I wonder why they are there. Do they have better service than the honjin?”

Obi’s arm quivers against her back, and when she looks up, he’s smothering a laugh. “I wonder.”

The one he chooses is off the main thoroughfare, though not by far-- it’s a respectable establishment, tucked onto a side street, clean and well-lit. Its custom seems to be mainly merchants; none so well-off as to have silks or any expensive merchandise, but most of them have the alluring smell of spices coming from their packs, anise and saffron and others that must have sailed from the mainland. They fill the common room, but it is not overfull, and when she and Obi wind their way through the tables, no one spares her more than a cursory glance.

It’s a lively place too; both sake and laughter overflow as they seat themselves, her delicately on her knees with feet laid blessedly flat, and him cross-legged, like a ukiyo-e of a daimyo in repose. She puffs out her cheeks-- surely he doesn’t need to do this here, where there is no one to impress-- but a serving girl arrives before she can scold him, pouring him a cup of sake with effortless elegance.

“That is the very expression of temperance,” he tells the girl, and she lifts the jug away with a demure smile.

Shirayuki frowns, not liking the sick squeeze of her stomach. Owner of a sakehouse she might have been, raised under the bar, but she had never been this-- the sort of woman who received compliments on pouring instead of what she poured.

“We will be taking dinner as well,” he informs the girl, his voice strangely crisp, like--

Like Kino-san’s. Her eyes narrow, taking in how the serving girl curves closer to him, how he leans oh-so-subtly toward her.

“Will there be anything else, okyakusama?” the girl asks, eager, hands folded so gracefully around the ewer of wine.

Obi opens his mouth, corners already lifted slyly, but his gaze drifts over her shoulder, and he-- he stops, mouth gently clicking shut.

The girl frowns, the red of her lips making her pout more pronounced, more-- more sensual. Shirayuki had never painted herself; Oji-san had insisted that their sake could stand on its own, without women to sell it, and when the decision had passed to her, well--

There was a thin line between a woman in her position and a-- a yujo. She did well to leave as much space between them as she could, for men in their cups often let them blur. Still, a girl like this one might not have had to struggle so much to keep custom.

Shirayuki bites her cheek. A girl like this one might not have had somewhere to run when Raj’s men came for her either.

“Okyakusama?” The girl cocks her head, impatient.

“Ah,” Obi breathes, dragging his gaze away. “That is yet to be seen.”

The girl flushes behind her paint and nods, flouncing back toward where the purveyor stands, inquisitive. The man is probably eager to know if he’ll be out one girl tonight, when the guests turn down their beds.

Shirayuki darts a glance at Obi, mouth thin. Already his gaze is back over her shoulder, distant. “Already making arrangements for the night?”

“No,” he replies after a long moment, absent. “That can be handled when we go upstairs.”

She shifts on her knees, restless. “I thought you meant to be vigilant while we’re out on the road. No distractions.”

His eyes snap to her, brow furrowed and questioning, but his mouth twitches at the corners, settling into a self-deprecating smirk. “If I’ve learned anything today, ojou-san,” he hums, lifting his sake to his lips, “it’s that some distractions can’t be helped.”

Her shoulder jostles, the other serving girl passing a little too close. Ah, so that had been what he’d been looking at. Probably trying to choose which of them would provide his distraction for the night.

Her hands clench, nails leaving stinging crescents on her palm. Perhaps she should take Kino-san’s advice; she still had enough money to hire another samurai, though maybe not as richly. If Obi felt comfortable breaking his word when they could still see Mount Fuji over the water, who knows how he would feel about other promises when distractions were thin on the ground, and even she--

“How does your cousin feel?”

Shirayuki jolts, gaze snapping up to meet his. It’s warm on her, inquisitive, as lively as the lanterns above them.

“About your studies,” he clarifies, taking another sip from his cup.

She stares, heart pounding in her chest. Surely he couldn’t know that she had-- that she wasn’t-- “My...studies?”

He cocks his head, inquisitive. “You said you carried books for your studies. Earlier.”

Ah, yes, back at the stream. She’s just blurted the words out, trying to keep him from touching her bag, from feeling what was inside--

“Your cousin supports them?”

She blinks. Yes, her cousin. The cousin who exists and lives in Kyoto, richer than Kino a dozen times. That man. “Yes,” she manages. “He believes that a young woman is made better by expanding her mind.”

Obi stares, a brow raising in a dubious arch. She huffs, blowing out her cheeks. If this cousin is fictional, there’s no reason he can’t be fantastical as well. It’s not as if she said he turned into a dragon or said he was a humble cobbler with the ear of the emperor.

Shirayuki has a sinking suspicion Obi might believe those better.

“He thinks it makes a better wife,” she adds lamely, “for reasons.”

“Ah.” He nods. Of course, as long as it made a woman a better prospect for marriage, men would believe anything. “You have a lot of books for just that.”

“Oh, um, well.” She squirms, feet protesting beneath her. “I’m learning about medicine.”

Both his brows lift, one of them rucking up against his scar. “Medicine? Isn’t that-- oh, thank you,” he says as the serving girl places their dishes in front of them. “That will be all.”

With a frown, the girl minces away, sparing a disappointed glance back while Obi digs into the food in front of him, layering vegetables heavily over his rice.

“That’s from the foreigners, isn’t it? Rangaku?” At her alarmed glance, he clarifies, “Your medicine books. The foreigners write them.”

“Some,” she admits haltingly. “It’s not all Rangaku. They have a better understanding of the body, but their understanding of disease and chi...”

His attention drifts again, back over her shoulder. One of the serving girls is there, bent down to serve a table of merchants, and that’s-- that’s--

Quite enough, in her opinion. She stands with a huff, dusting off her yukata.

Obi’s gaze jerks back to her, his eyes pulsing wide as she wobbles on her feet. “Ojou-san? What--?”

“Since you are so concerned about your sleeping arrangements,” she starts, embarrassingly breathless, “I thought I would get out of your way.”

He stares, uncomprehending. “But dinner--”

“I’m not hun--”

Her feet are ungainly beneath her, swollen and aching from the day, and the moment she takes a step they give out beneath her. She hurtles toward the floor gracelessly, but before her knees can hit the tatami, she is caught, warm, worn cotton beneath her fingertips.

“Ojou-san,” Obi breathes, annoyed. “Wait a moment.”

With careful fingers, he pulls her scarf up to cover her hair, mouth a grim line. Once he’s done, he sets her back on her feet, hand still tightly gripping her elbow.

“Obi,” she gasps, leaning heavily on his arm. “I--”

“I think,” he says slowly, as if he’s tasting the words, “it’s time for us to go to bed, ojou-san.”

[vannahfanfics]

Snowed In

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Gintama

Characters: Tae Shimura, Toshiro Hijikata

Requested By: 8579 (FanFiction)

“Good-bye, everyone! See you tomorrow!” Tae called cheerfully in the threshold of the door to the cabaret club while bundling her scarf about her neck. Her coworkers, and quite a few men in various degrees of inebriation, responded with resounding farewells as she finished tugging on her mittens and finally exited her workplace. As she inhaled, the cold, winter night air rushed up into her nasal passages; it tickled the sensitive membranes and caused her to sneeze. Frowning, she rubbed the underside of her nose with the edge of the mittens and shivered. “It’s freezing tonight… I had better get home quick!” she muttered to herself before starting a brisk pace for home.

A thin layer of snow crusted over the dirt streets. It crunched under the soles of Tae’s sandals like half-melted shaved ice as she trundled along the street. Every few seconds, a powerful breeze would howl down from the sky to blast through the Edo roads, striking Tae with enough fierceness to send her tumbling back. She hadn’t even rounded the block before she had tugged her scarf up over her mouth and nose and had her hands buried under her armpits. The thin curves of her round cheeks peeking above the knitted fabric were a blistering red, burning from the relentless bits of the ice-laden wind. The breath that leaked out of the knotted fibers fogged before her before being whipped away by the gales. Maybe I should have just waited out the storm at work. The weather forecast didn’t predict a blizzard or anything! She lamented as she continued her miserable trudge. The snow had already piled up around her ankles.

She yelped aloud as a particularly buffeting burst of wind knocked her a few paces back. The soles of her sandals slid over the slick, ice-encrusted sidewalk. She pinwheeled and cried out as she lost her balance; Tae then tipped backward with a final squeal and landed on her rump in the powdery stuff. A shiver crawled up her spine as the cold bit into her behind with thousands of pin-like teeth. The bottom half of her kimono eagerly soaked up the wetness of the snow, spreading even more of the jarring cold over her skin. She hastily- but carefully- clambered to her feet and shivered when the wind resumed its attack on her with gusto. Her normally kempt brown hair had been wrenched from her bun to flap erratically around her flushed, chapping face. The wind was shrieking with a fervor now, swirling the snow around wildly. She squinted into the maelstrom, but all she could see was white.

“Oh no,” she whimpered and bundled her sodden clothes as tightly as she could around her shuddering body. Home was a long, cold walk, but the way she came was a long, cold walk too. What she wouldn’t give for a deus ex machina to rescue her from this dismal situation. A gleaming knight in shining armor astride a gallant steed to spirit her away to a warm hearth and hot meal…

“You’ve gotten yourself into quite the mess, haven’t you, cabaret girl?” Tae’s expression curled into something ghastly and horrid at the sarcastic voice floating upon the wind. It was less a gentle knight, and more a scheming gremlin crawling out of a nasty sewer. She glanced over her shoulder to see a simple wooden gate, squeaking as the wind lobbed it back and forth. Beyond that was a simple stone pathway mostly buried by the piling snow leading up to the wooden porch of a spacious house. Beyond that stood one Toshiro Hijikata, leaning in the threshold of his doorway, taking a drag from a cigarette and eyeing the girl with critical black eyes. “Hey, hey, hey, hey!” he protested angrily as she promptly began stomping down the sidewalk again.

“What?” She looked back to see that he had stumbled across his porch and had one hand wrapped around the support beam. The burning end of the bud clenched in his teeth glowed a burnt umber, casting orange light over his face. His scowl deepened when she acknowledged him. Tae’s eyebrow crept up when he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away, with what she saw was the faint hint of a blush burning over his cheeks.

“… J-just get inside, dammit! There’s no sense in you walking around in a damn blizzard!” he barked at her. His face shone a rosy pink when he glared back at her. Tae gawked at him, admittedly suspicious. It wasn’t that she had anything against Toshiro, and it was much better than stumbling up to a stranger’s house begging for reprieve. However, he was a leading officer in the Shinsengumi and had historically had it out for the Yorozuya, even if the world nearly ending twice had mellowed him out a bit. Unsure, she mulled about on the sidewalk, prompting a vein to bulge out on his forehead. “What’s the problem? Don’t tell me you’ve frozen to the street.”

“Oh, hush, you!” she scolded and bundled her wet kimono about her thighs. There was nothing for it, and she knew that; this was as good as an invitation for hospitality she was going to get, and she ought to take it. Even if it’s this grumpy bastard, she thought snootily. Still holding her dripping wet kimono, she cautiously crept her way over the frozen ground of his yard before arriving at the porch. She kept her gaze on her toes the entire time, carefully selecting her footholds; when the ice-encrusted wood of the first porch step came into view, she gasped as a hand also appeared in her field of vision. She looked up at Toshiro with pink cheeks. He was clenching the cigarette tightly in his teeth and looking at her through his peripheral vision. As she hesitated, he shook his hand insistently.

“Come on, cabaret girl; I’m freezing my ass off.”

“My name is not ‘cabaret girl’! It’s Tae!” He winced when she grabbed his hand and squeezed it with much more force than necessary. Recognizing it as karma for his foulness, he swallowed the insult with grace and eased her up the porch. He released her hand once she was secure on the wood, but a deep part of Tae lamented the loss of his fingers enclosed around hers. She had felt them even with the woolen fabric of her mittens. His warmth still burned on her fingertips, fighting a valiant battle against the numbing cold that had invaded her nerves. Toshiro simply muttered “come on” and disappeared behind the screen of his front door. Rubbing her tingling fingertips with her opposite hand, Tae lingered a moment on the porch.

Have I possibly gotten myself into an even bigger mess?

The wind and snow had not an answer, only promises of more biting cold. Tae quickly bundled herself into the house.

Tae’s brown eyes were wide as she stalled in the entryway. From there, she could see most of everything, and she was impressed to find it an elegant and tidy abode. It was almost so neat and tidy, actually, that it was unsettling; it looked more like a house on the market than a proper residence, as Toshiro had very few personal possessions. Only the necessities abounded, like various articles of furniture, an outfitted kitchen, and a kotatsu table in the living room. She could not see his bedroom from her vantage point, but she wouldn’t be shocked to find it barren aside from a futon.

Just as Tae slipped out of her sandals, Toshiro came strolling around the corner, holding a bundle of cloth. Tae ogled at it in befuddlement, then slowly shifted her gaze up to him. He had that pink tint to his face again and was rubbing awkwardly at the base of his neck.

“You shouldn’t walk around wearing those wet clothes, so… Here,” he brusquely grunted and thrust the black fabric into her hands. It was then that Tae realized that he was handing her a kimono- one of his kimonos, to be exact. If she was cold before, that was no longer so, for a heated flush bloomed over her body from her head to her toes. An argument simmered on the tip of her tongue, but when she glanced down to find ice-cold water puddling around her feet, she reconciled with the fact that she would have to change into Toshiro’s clothes. He continued scrubbing at the base of his neck and gestured down the hall. “The uh… restroom is down that way…” he grumbled. Tae dipped her head respectfully and scurried off to get changed.

She could feel his gaze on her the entire time she shuffled down the hall, right up until the moment she flipped on the light and shut the door behind her.

She placed a hand over her heart to find its pace hammering. Why am I getting so flustered? It’s just Hijikata! She gulped, immediately realizing the folly of that statement. Toshiro Hijikata was a regular topic of conversation at the cabaret club, even more than he was a frequent visitor with the rest of the Shinsengumi. It was little wonder, of course, because the man was undeniably attractive. Even Tae couldn’t contradict it; luscious black hair, chiseled features, a high position in a steady job, and a bad-boy attitude? He was every girl’s fantasy. Of course, Tae knew the man much more personally than the rest of the cabaret girls; his foul manner could be quite grating. Still… He invited me into his home, and he loaned me his clothes, she thought while hugging the kimono to her chest. She could not help the tiny little smile that graced her chilled lips.

She might as well make the story as riveting as she could for when she recounted it to her coworkers tomorrow morning.

She peeled her kimono from her body, and it slipped to the floor with a wet slap! As she drew Toshiro’s black robe over her arms, she caught the faint whiff of cigarette smoke and enticing cologne. One would think the pungent aromas would make her hack and cough, but Tae found the scent oddly pleasant. She secured the sash around her middle, then frowned when she noticed how loosely the fabric hung from her small frame. She could solve the problem of the too-long sleeves just fine by rolling them up, but every few seconds, the cloth would slip from her shoulders and expose just a bit too much of the curves of her chest. I’ll have to be careful not to flash him like a common harlot, she thought with a click of her tongue as she held the baggy cloth to her chest and bent over to pluck her soiled clothes from the wood floor. There was a small puddle of water glistening on the polished surface, though the kimono had only been sitting there amount a minute. The bunched cloth was heavy in Tae’s hand. Tucking it underneath her arm, she turned and opened the sliding door-

and was greeted by a surprised Toshiro, who was holding his fist up mid-knock.

As she jumped, he flushed a pink color and stepped back from the door. “S-sorry…” An awkward silence descended between them, so she meekly held out the wet clothing.

“Is there somewhere I can hang this to dry?” He led her to his laundry room, where she laid her kimono over a drying rack. They migrated back to his living room, where they sat at opposite ends of the kotatsu table. He had prepared some hot tea while she was changing and had already poured her a cup. Tae took it with both her hands, appreciating the way the warmth blossomed across her cold palms. Toshiro lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, then exhaled the smoke between them. Tae watched disconcertedly as the thin white-gray wisps slowly rose to the ceiling before dispersing against the support beams. “… Thank you. It was very kind of you to invite me inside,” she said finally with a dip of her head. Toshiro regarded her with lidded black eyes.

“What was I supposed to do? Let you freeze to death?” he grunted, his gaze falling to his own cup of tea, which he had not touched. “I’d have no reason to visit the cabaret club anymore.”

They simultaneously blushed. Tae’s head snapped up to stare at him disbelievingly, but he had already turned to the side, staring at the wall with an embarrassed scowl. I thought the guys always dragged him along, but… Does he actually enjoy coming to see me? Tae was a spitfire, to be sure. Many of the other girls were sweet and charming, but Tae’s reputation was of playful feistiness. Thinking back, Tae was almost always requested to serve the Shinsengumi’s party; she had reasoned that it was Isao’s doing, but now that she really examined the experiences, sometimes it was just Toshiro in charge. A heat rose to her cheeks as she considered the possibility that it was the vice-captain behind her exclusive catering.

Toshiro’s fingers drummed against the table’s surface as the quietude descended once more. Tae glanced out the window to see the snow piling up on the sill. She rose and shuffled over to the glass pane, adjusting the kimono as it slipped from her shoulders. The whiteness blanketed everything in sight; the street was no more, just a swathe of the rolling powder, and the houses across the street were laden with heavy pillows of it. Faint sprigs of dead grass poked out of the layer in the yard, rapidly being buried by the second. The slippery pathway which Tae had traversed only minutes ago was completely submerged. I could end up staying the night here, she reasoned. The thought made her heart quiver, and the heat in her face increase substantially. Curiously, she peered out of her peripheral vision at Toshiro, and found his gaze fixated on her.

Tae thought that it might not be a bad thing to be snowed in with the handsome police vice-captain.

“Well,” she smirked finally, making him straighten up. She held the loose fabric of the black kimono to her chest as she turned to him. “Since you like visiting the cabaret club so much, why don’t we liven up the atmosphere? Surely you have some alcohol here,” she chuckled as his eyebrow quirked inquisitively. “I don’t know about you, but brooding is not exactly my idea of a night in.” She strolled back to the kotatsu table, making a point for the fabric to slip in just a way to unveil her milky-white thigh. “Unless, of course, Mr. Vice-Captain isn’t man enough to drink with me?”

~~~~~~~~~~

Three shared bottles of sake later, Tae was pink-faced and snorting piggishly with laughter. Her hand repeatedly slapped the surface of the table as she giggled uncontrollably. Toshiro had just said it, but she didn’t even know what was so funny. He had rounded the table to sit beside her, and she was leaning heavily into his shoulder.

“Ahahahaha!” she howled as she swiped tears from the corners of her eyes. Toshiro released a long, contented sigh and slammed the most recently emptied alcohol bottle on the table before looking down at her with flickering eyes.

“I can’t believe you accused me of brooding.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. ‘Oh, look at me, I’m so grumpy and serious,’” she jibed with an unflattering mimic of his baritone voice. His eyebrows dove down over his eyes, but her coy smirk revealed his amusement. “What was I supposed to think you do for fun? Certainly not drink with beautiful women such as myself,” she said haughtily and flipped her hair over her shoulder. It had long since fallen from her bun and cascaded in waves around her upper arms. She had also long since given up correcting the kimono every time it slipped, so the black fabric was now loosely bunched around her biceps. With the tops of her breasts peeking above the dark cloth, she certainly did look like a prostitute. She was too inebriated, or maybe confident, to care.  

Toshiro purred and brought his face dangerously close to hers. Tae could smell the sake on his breath as he toothily leered over her.

“No, indeed. I’ve never had the pleasure. Those bungling oafs of mine always ruin it.” Sober Tae would blush and turn away, but drunk Tae was much less concerned with social propriety. Squealing, she clapped a hand to her blistering red cheek and shoved him in his thick shoulder.

“Oh, Toshiro! You tease!”

His voice rumbled in a purr with the intensity of a lion’s. A pleasurable shiver traveled up her spine at the sensation of his breath puffing against the shell of her ear.

“Tease? You presume too much; I’m being honest here,” he sighed in fake hurt. Tae giggled, girlishly holding her hand to her lips, her eyes rolling to peer at him through her peripheral vision. The smirk decorating his face was downright devilish. His eyes glimmered like obsidian, dark and dangerous and captivating. Tae was now wondering why she had possessed any inhibitions about Toshiro inviting her in. “Hey.” The sudden solemnness in his tone made her frown and glance up at him. His expression was suddenly very serious. “I am being honest, you know.”

The gravity of that utterance sobered Tae immediately. Flushing, she wrung her hands into the folds of the kimono but couldn’t bring herself to tear away from those smoldering eyes of his. His hand slowly reached up to lightly grab her chin, his thumb caressing the space just below her slightly parted lips. He tilted his head to the side and just stared, as if he were memorizing every detail of her face. The thought made another pleasurable tingle shoot through Tae’s nerves, but it was much more electrifying and exciting than the last. There was such an atmosphere of tension, of expectation, like the way the air crackles with energy before lightning strikes. She drew in a breath and held it, for she already knew what he was about to ask.

“Tae.” His voice was soft and inviting. Oh, how it drew her in. It felt like she was descending into warm water, floating in the dense space. She found her eyes threatening to flutter closed already, intoxicated on the deep bass of his voice alone. “Stay with me.”

Perhaps it was the alcohol. Perhaps it was the knowledge of the snow piling high outside, and the shrieking wind rattling the glass windowpanes, and the depressing gray clouds choking the night sky. Perhaps it was the excited gossiping of the girls at work every time Toshiro strolled through the door, accompanied by his posse of police officers. Perhaps it was all of that, but it was also most definitely the fact that her heart had been palpitating from the moment she stepped through the door.

“Of course.”

The moment his lips met hers, it felt like the entire world fell into place. It was just so incredibly natural, almost as if it had been a moment that Tae had waited her whole life for. A soft sigh slipped out of her, and her body sagged with contentment. Toshiro’s sturdy arms wound around her waist when she fell against him; so immersed in the kiss was she that it seemed too burdensome even to keep herself sitting up.

Their mouths moved together in sync, slow at first. Then the hunger and passion oozed in. Soon their lips were feverishly smashing and their teeth gnashing and their tongues dancing. Tae’s hand traipsed up his back to curl firmly into the straight strands of his black hair, coiling them continuously around the slim digits. She gasped when he sealed her brunette locks between his fingers and pulled, just hard enough to coax her head back but not enough to heart. Her eyelashes fluttered lasciviously when he began raining sloppy kisses across her jawline and down the column of her neck. “Toshiro,” she whined when he pressed a searing, enduring kiss to her collarbone. He nudged her body with his own, and she obeyed the silent command, falling back against the floor. He loomed over her, ceasing his incessant affections to stroke the soft skin that had been revealed by the loose kimono.

“I suppose it’s a little late to say that you’re beautiful,” he smirked down at her. Tae snorted, rolled her eyes, and shifted her hands down to his biceps.

“Maybe so, but a girl still likes to hear it.” He plucked one of her hands up and brought it to his mouth, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to her palm. His eyes never left hers. It was so gratifying, that cherishing gaze of his, that she found herself smiling warmly. He finally pried his lips from her skin and pressed her hand against his cheek, then shifted so that his body pressed against her. It felt like her every curve locked so perfectly into place with the rugged landscape of his form. He swept some of her hair away from her face, then traced a finger down her jawline.

“I gotta say,” he smiled wryly. “I never actually thought I’d find myself in this situation.”

“Hard to believe that Toshiro Hijikata, vice-captain of the Shinsengumi, has been so afraid to tell a girl he likes her,” she teased, and stuck out the tip of her tongue when he scowled. She yelped when he pinched it between his fingers. “Ow! I’ne thorry!” she pleaded when she failed to tug it away from him. When he released her, she began laughing at the informality of it all.

“I gotta say,” she grinned when she finished snickering. “I never thought I would find myself in this situation, either.”

“You regret it?” His face had retaken on that serious note. Tae smiled wider and snuggled against him, shaking her head.

“No. Not at all. One thing, though.”

“What?”

“You’re taking me out for a proper date tomorrow.”

Toshiro smiled in amusement and leaned down to press a little kiss to the tip of her nose.

“You’re too bossy for your own good,” he purred. Naturally, their lips molded back together for a passionate embrace. Outside, the snow continued to fall and blanket the world in cold, cold white; but for that night, Tae found herself the warmest she had ever been.  

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What Did Women Use Before Pads/Tampons?

There’s very little documentation about women’s periods in ancient history, probably due to the fact that most of the scribes were men who chose not to record menstruation. What we do know is that women in ancient times had fewer periods than they do now, due to several reasons such as, malnourishment from a poor diet while also working very hard, they were either pregnant or breastfeeding for much of their lives and menopause began sooner in earlier eras — as in their late thirties. However, there’s little evidence surrounding how ancient women handled their bleeding.

In many parts of the ancient world, menstruating women were often considered holy and mystical, at other times seen cursed and untouchable. For example, in biblical times, ancient Hebrews upheld laws of Niddah, in which menstruating women went into seclusion and had to be separated from the rest of society for seven “clean” days.

No one knows for sure what women used when they had their period in ancient times. Historians do their best to make educated guesses base on what they’ve learned about the time period and from the few hints or indirect hints in ancient text. So far, in Ancient Egypt they believed that it had a healing effect, which is why menstrual blood was incorporated into spell casting and medical treatments (only used for women, though).

In a "Wisdom Text" there's one more indirect hint about menstrual hygiene. The text describes the high social status of a scribe and gives some examples of "negative" careers like that of a laundry worker, who even has to wash the "loincloth of a menstruating woman," which could easily be a pad with straps that tie around the body like a belt or something similar. This story also implies that menstrual blood was impure and was something a respectable man didn't touch.

There are other hints that Ancient Egyptian women might’ve used a pad, made from a compress with a sponge on top. Or even throw-away tampons made of softened papyrus, or other grasses. They were ‘softened’ by soaking it in the Nile, which was also the place where the previous tampons were dumped with the rest of the raw sewage. Poorer groups might’ve even used cheap linen, but during the Roman era cotton probably took the place of these materials.

In Ancient Roman, a philosopher called Pliny the Elder thought women acquire the magical ability to stop hailstorms, whirlwinds, or halt lightning during their monthly periods. That they supposedly had both harming and healing effects on the environment and objects. Such as dulling the edge of a sword or dim mirrors just by looking at them. Or they’re able to save crops from insects if they were to stroll nude through the field.

It was basically viewed as something natural and it was actually concerning when women didn't bleed heavily or regularly. Which is why there were remedies especially created to help “bring out the blood.” This is because they also had the belief that if it doesn't come out, women would become ill, as the blood could rot or could go somewhere in the body and put pressure on vital organs.

As for what they do or used when they bleed, historians don't really know. The biggest myth is that the Greek women would wrap wool around a bit of wood and inserted that. There's no evidence from the ancient world about this, but the myth seem to have originate from an tampon-marketing website. Historians guessed, that if their families could afford it, women would stay home during that time. They most likely just bled on their clothes or used woven cotton cloth (they certainly had the technology to weave cotton) to place between their legs and washed and dried for reuse.

In Ancient Japan, menstruating women were seen as impure during their menstruation. While on their period, they were forbidden from entering shrines and temples. They were also forbidden from climbing certain “sacred” mountains due to their “impurity.” Menstruating women had to seclude themselves in a special hut built in a shady grove of Zelkova trees. They were also compelled to have ceremonies of ritual purification.

Japanese women would make menstrual pads from cloth of fibers such as flax, vine, wisteria, or mulberry paper. Flax was often used by commoners and fashioned as a loincloth. As for the wealthy, they used a crepe-type of wrapper called “Fukusa”, which was made from silk and paper. However, during the Edo era there was a hygiene band similar to a loincloth that was invented. Coarse toilet paper known as “Asakusa paper” was applied inside of it. When cotton became more available in the country many switched over to it. They realized it was very absorbent when used for bandages during the time of the Sino-Japanese War and the Russo-Japanese War.

In Ancient China, woman used to make period pads by putting sand in a cloth and wrapping it tightly. Once the pad got completely wet, they would throw away the sand, but kept the cloth which they wash and reuse for the next month. This method was also done with dried grass instead of sand, depending on where the women lived and what materials were available in their immediate environment. It’s not confirmed but they may have also used Panda pelts as a sort of sanitary napkin.

Those in the Middle East believed that menstruating women were impure and anything they touched while on their period became unclean. In some religious culture women had to live apart from the family in a separate hut or enclosure during their period. They were also prohibited from doing certain activities or going to places (such as they couldn’t enter any mosque, they couldn’t pray, couldn’t take a bath, nor could they make their own food or eat). They would wear special clothes at the time of menstruation and rely on reusable cloth pads (made from bamboo, wool, cotton, or hemp) which they wash and use again. Some still do this, but slowly the religious taboos on menstruation are being cast away.

As for women who lived in colder climates, they depended on animal fur during those days. Since colder regions are cursed with snow and ice, there were limited commodities available for survival. Thus, women used fur of the animals which they hunted to prevent mensuration blood and fluids from staining their clothes.

The Victorians viewed menstruation as an illness, and it was in fact, taboo to have any discussion or mention that women bled at all. Women that were privileged were usually confined to their private quarters during their periods. While others would go about their business as usual. Victorian women underwear was actually crotchless bloomers. This was to allow women to use the toilet more easily, because dresses were so heavy and comprised of several layers, which kept everything hidden. Unfortunately, this was one of the reasons periods were a nightmare to deal with. Most historians believed that women would bleed freely into their undergarments.

However, Charles Delucena Meigs, an obstetrician advised women to use the T-bandage for the bleeding. It consisted of a napkin, called the guard that was folded like a cravat, which pressed against the genitalia. The ends were strings that would tied around the body and held above the hips. Either way, women would also put on a thicker petticoat as a precaution if they bleed through their clothing. When they were experiencing a heavy flow, they would use a cloth plug (made of linen rag, cotton, or sponge). They would roll the cloth up, and tied the string in the middle of it so that it would be easier to pull it out, just like a tampon.

In the Middle Ages, they believed that if a man’s penis touched menstrual blood, it would burn up, and any child conceived during menstruation would be possessed by the devil, deformed, or red-haired. However, historians don’t have much to work with other than speculation. They believed that medieval women would used rags (hence the term “on the rag”) or other absorbent materials during heavy periods. Otherwise, many women would just freely bleed into their clothes. There is now some archaeological evidence to show us that some women may have worn panty-like garments to hold the menstrual pad. Women could also wrap cotton (or linen if it was available or if they could afford it) fabric around a twig and use it as a proto-tampon.

At this time, there was a lot of religious shame surrounding periods, so women went to insane lengths to hide their cycle from the public. They would carry little pouches of sweet-smelling herbs around their neck or waist to neutralize the smell of blood, and they believed that burning a toad and wearing the ashes in a pouch around your waist would ease cramps and heavy flow.

In many Native American tribes, in particular the Ojibwe women traditionally secluded themselves in a moon lodge during menstruation. In the wigwam, the women would settled over grass mats and bled into them. They spent their time telling stories to other menstruating women, weaving new grass mats, sewing clothing, and resting. They slept separated from their husbands and infants. They refrained from sex, food preparation, and ceremony. They were also very careful not to step over young children, touch babies, men or communal food. Female friends and relatives ensured the menstruating woman was safe and fed, and they helped care for her family in her absence.

If cedar boughs were missing from her front door, it was a sign that she had begun her period and that she retreated to the moon lodge. It also alerted other women to come visit her, bring her food, and to check up on her. To an outsider, most are likely to make assumptions that the Ojibwe people viewed menstruating women as evil or unclean because of their practice. But for Ojibwe women, their moon is healthy and natural. There was no reason to be ashamed of it. They were given time to rest, to regenerate and recognition for their roles as life givers.

As for pioneer women, there’s hardly a single reference to menstruation in the diaries, letters or inventories of wagon-trains. Except there was one source--a diary, in which the writer mentioned how she had nothing to absorb menstrual discharge other than her underwear. She pointed it out to another woman that hers were dark, not white, and advised her to use the same dark colors for her underwear too.

In 18th century America, women held their pads up with suspenders which were worn under the clothes. The napkin was also reusable.

Sometime in the late 19th century Europe, concern grew around the notion of whether bleeding into one’s clothes was healthy and sanitary. One German doctor wrote in the book Health in the House: “It is completely disgusting to bleed into your chemise, and wearing that same chemise for four to eight days can cause infections.”

That was because women living in rural areas in Europe often didn't use any kind of menstrual protection. They would just bleed on their clothes or even drip blood along the floor as they went about their days. In this era, menstrual protection was somewhat of a luxury. Lower class women on farms couldn't really afford extra materials to make sanitary pads.

The very first disposable pads was thought up by nurses, looking for new methods to stop excessive bleeding, particularly on the battlefield. The first pads were made from wood pulp bandages by nurses in France. It was very absorbent, and cheap enough to throw away afterwards. Commercial manufacturers borrowed this idea, and the first disposable pads were available for purchase as early as 1888 – called the Southball pad. In America, Johnson & Johnson developed their own version in 1896 called Lister’s Towel: Sanitary Towel’s for Ladies.

The problem was, women did not feel comfortable asking for this product, so in the early 1920s, the name was changed to Nupak. It was a name that did not describe the product.

Even though sanitary pads were available during this time, they were much too expensive for most women, and they continued using more traditional methods. When they could afford it, women were allowed to place money in a box so that they would not have to speak to the clerk, and take a box of Kotex pads from the counter themselves. It took several years for disposable menstrual pads to become commonplace.

The earliest disposable pads were generally in the form of a cotton wool or similar fibrous rectangle covered with an absorbent liner. The liner ends extended out from the front and back so as to fit through loops in a special girdle or belt worn beneath undergarments. This design was notorious for slipping either forward or back of the intended position.

Around the 1970s an adhesive strip was placed on the bottom of the pad for attachment to the saddle of the panties, and this became a favored method with women. The belted sanitary napkin was quickly phased out once self-adhesive pads were in the market.

[travelinghan]

Yesterday

Started the day at Kyoto Studio Park which was hella fun. Basically a studio with recreation of Edo era Kyoto that has been maintained and is now a theme park to both Edo era and old samurai movies. Took a bus to the textile center which was GORGEOUS and bought a bunch of silk. Oops. Theeeen it started to rain. With no idea where to buy an umbrella, I asked an info desk woman. She took pity on me with the pouring rain and gave me one. I took buses to get back to the shrine I am staying at but took the wrong bus and ended up having to walk about a mile in the rain, oops. My shoes were (and still are) completely soaked through. And that is the story of why I am shoe shopping in Japan.

[sesskag1postchallenge]

Ch10 - Operation Grandpup Drop (A SitBoy Discord Crack Fic)

Chapter 10: 

Warning this story is M bordering NSFW

Walter20508/28/2019

Later that evening, Sesshomaru and Hojo arrived at the Higurashi Shrine. Hojo had gently tried to inquire as to the purpose of this visit, only to be told that all would be revealed in due time. Upon their arrival however, they came across the sight of a giant white furry snake, for a lack of a better description, coiled around and dragging an unconscious Kagome across the shrine grounds towards the woods nearby, a path leading back to the dirt beneath her open bedroom window. 

 Sesshomaru and Hobomoko made eye contact with one another as the two navy men walked up to the strange sight, the two of them not moving as each sized up the other and their presence here. 

 Fifteen minutes later, Kagome opened her eyes to find herself on the living room couch. The last thing she had remembered was snuggling up against something soft, furry, and warm when it had suddenly encased her in a squeezing vice grip like an anaconda. She had opened her eyes to see nothing but white fur before she ran out of breath and embraced the darkness once more. Now she found herself sitting up on the couch, with Hojo seated nearby in a navy uniform, someone clearly his superior sitting next to him, Mama sitting on the other side of the room, along with something that looked like Sesshomaru's old pelt tied up into a knot in the corner. 

 Consternation came across her features as she felt a familiar presence in the room. Her gaze traveled until she settled on the older naval officer, where her miko insight let her see underneath the disguise to the demon present. 

 "Sesshomaru?"

Stormie Like Weather08/28/2019

"So it's true then. Kagome," her mother looked a bit... exhausted. "When were you going to tell me about your fiancee?" Kagome blinked back at her, sure there was something miscommunicated somewhere. "I'm​ not sure why you thought to hide it from me?" Mrs. Higurashi took the tissue hojo offered and dabbed her eyes, "I'm a pretty easy going mom, even if it's because your pregnant out of wedlock, I'd be happy for you." She sighed, "When did I break your trust for you to keep this from me?" ... Kagome tilted her head at her mom, glanced over at the two men, and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Who said I'm engaged?" She followed her mother's gaze to both men, "Hojos been asking for my blessing for years, but his superior here is the who says he won your heart." Sesshomaru smirked, "Haven't I Kagome?" She blushed.

 Walter20508/29/2019

After explaining the situation in depth and getting mostly caught up on events, Kagome looked to Sesshomaru somewhat askance. 

 "So, are we still a thing?" asked Sesshomaru with a raised eyebrow. 

 "I don't know that we were ever a 'thing', Sesshomaru. I had reservations about you five hundred years ago and one of them was that you would discard me like a piece of trash after you got the pups you wanted out of me. Now hearing that you discarded mokomoko, something that had been a part of you for hundreds of years, just because it was suddenly an obstacle in your path to attaining greater power and authority, has done nothing to soothe my fears on said subject," replied Kagome with a skeptical side glance with her arms folded over her chest. 

 "Such matters might best be talked about behind closed doors for the two of you. What I'm interested in right now is the fate of Kagome's three best friends?" asked Hojo as he leaned forward. Sesshomaru sighed with a look of regret crossing his features before it was replaced by his cold mask. 

 "We rescued Eri and Ayumi from Naraku's grasp but couldn't find Yuka before he disappeared. Later we discovered that he had mated Yuka but with her consent after days of arguments and discussions. Freed from the influence of the Shikon No Tama and then coming under the influence of someone like Yuka, then seeing the birth of natural children of his own, changed Naraku over time. Yuka died of natural causes at age 63 and is buried in Edo with Eri (aged 67) and Ayumi (aged 69)," explained Sesshomaru, before continuing. 

 "Ayumi eventually married Miroku after Sango succumbed to disease and helped to raise their children together. Finally, Yuka took after you very strongly and so to appease mother, I mated her and gave mother a total of six hanyou pups," finished Sesshomaru, leaving everyone sitting in shocked silence.

 imjaneees08/29/2019

Kagome scratched the back of her head, "Wow. So much happened while I was gone." So much action, to bad she missed all the crazy things that happened. She could have gotten a good laugh, she was sure. Taht got her thinking.

"I guess this means I'm the only one who never got to be with anyone. Figures. Oh well, gotta find me some single guy out there then. Kind of going to be tough though, my standards in men just got a little too high. Or maybe I should just stay single for the rest of my life to save myself the trouble. Yeah, being immune to time might be a bad thing if I outlive anyone anyway. Got enough heartbreak to last me ten lifetimes. Single life it is, then," she mused out loud, nodding to herself at her new life plan. She was looking forward to a drama free life.

 Slayer08/29/2019

"So if you will excuse me?" Kagome picked up poor hobomoko gave him a little zap to make him behave and walked up stairs to the shower. The once fluffy pristine  white fur was now matted and brown with street muck. She would wash it and return it to its former glory and wear it everywhere just to piss off Sesshomaru. Honestly she was a little hurt by his seemingly dismissive  attitude  toward herself and his former mate one of her good friends. Did he ever love her friend or was it to just give his mother grandbabies. Kagome knew it was silly but she had really started to lean toward being Sesshomaru's mate now she just didnt think she could do it. Maybe one of the other youkai was still alive Kouga maybe or Shippo.

She took her new mikomoko and soaked it in a tub of warm soapy water. She used her wide tooth comb to start working out the tangles  and mats.

 Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

Seeing as how she refused to play second fiddle to anyone again, and that Sesshomaru had at one point professed his 'love' for her, and he had to have realized she never died just went to her time, since he wasn't a complete idiot, Kagome felt very much betrayed by how easily he had tossed that so called 'love' aside and not only that but fucked her friend, ugh. He ended up being just as shitty as they all happened to be. Kagome began to angrily cry as she cleaned and beautified her new Miko Moko. Not just for her feelings, but the fact that her friends had all passed. Their families must have been so sad and disrupted by their sudden disappearance with no resolution. Yuka... did she know that SHE was the one set to be with Sesshomaru? And what the hell did she mean "took after" her, ugh. Like she had turned into the Kikyo for Yuka? Kami. Everything sucked. She wiped her eyes. All the men she'd met thus far were disgusting, betraying, jerks.

Suddenly Mokomoko began to shake violently. Blinding light erupted from the fibers. Kagome had to shield herself from the light. Something touched her wet cheek, and she dropped her hands, opened her eyes and gasped. There before her was the exact replica of Sesshomaru, complete with a new mokomoko wrapped around his junk.

 Slayer08/29/2019

"Excuse me but who the heck do you think you are and give me back my mokomoko!" Kagome reached out and snatched the furry white fluff from the Sesshomaru copy.  "I am done with all of you damned youkai. I am not going to let any of you ever hurt me again! OUT OUT OUT!" She pushed the Sesshomaru copy out of her bathroom and into the hall naked.

 Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

The newly formed Sesshomaru rolled his eyes and huffed, "It is not I that am the copy Miko." He glared down the hall, "Do you truly think that mockery downstairs is I, Sesshomaru?" 

His voice was filled with vengeance. 

Kagome peeked out the crack of the door up at his angry glare, "What are you saying?"

"I've been trapped as Mokomoko since you were transported to the future, that demon downstairs is the replacement the fool that trapped me has put into my place."

She narrowed her eyes, "How do I know that's the truth?"

Sesshomaru's eyes flashed red, his claws flexed, poison dripped through the floor, "Watch me kill it and you will discover the truth for yourself." 

As Sesshomaru bounded down the stairs, dangly bits jangling, he pounced on the fake version of himself and caught him by the neck. Suddenly the form crumbled into pieces of clay pottery.

 Slayer08/29/2019

The fact that the miko had essentially claimed him while in the form of MokoMoko was not lost on Sesshomaru. It seemed that the little woman had developed some feeling for him.

And he had waited the long 500 years in the form of a pelt just for a chance to be with her. He would not let her go again.

 imjaneees08/29/2019

High above, the goddess glared at her brother for what seemed to be the nth time. 

Tsukiyomi let out a nervous laugh, "At least I fixed it, right? Incredibly thoughtful of me to plan ahead, no?"

 revang08/29/2019

Before Kagome had made it two steps out of the bathroom, the sounds of shouts and screams erupted from the living room. By the time she made it downstairs, her mother had fainted, and it seemed Hojo had tried to retaliate against the man who he saw kill his superior officer, because Sesshoumaru had him by the neck, dangling above the ground.

Kagome grabbed the daiyoukai’s arm. “Sesshoumaru stop! Everyone let’s just calm down and talk this out. And you Sesshoumaru put on some clothes!” she huffed and grabbed the quilt from the couch to throw at him.

 Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

The blanket slid off his toned body and on to the floor. "Clothes are the least of my worries." He returned his glare to the younger human man, "Tell me who you work for. Who dared to trap I, Sesshomaru in my fur." 

At the mention of his fur, Kagome held it possessively to her chest, "It's my fur." 

Sesshomaru's brows pinched as he looked over his shoulder at her, "That discussion comes later." 

She pouted, holding the fur tighter. It wriggled around and curled over her shoulder. "Fine, but you need to put Hojo down. He isn't a part of this!"

 Slayer08/29/2019

"And no It's mine I claimed it it's mine now." And Kagome did something that was childish and silly but it seemed to work she licked mokomoko. "See I licked it so it's mine."

"I see so licking something makes it yours does it?" Sesshomaru put Hojo down and stalked over to the wild little miko. "And if I lick you?"

 Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

"Y-you already have..."

 imjaneees08/29/2019

Flustered, Kagome clutches the fur to her even closer, "B-but it doesn't work on people! So HAH! You don't own me!" she felt an odd sense of dejavu in saying those four words. How many times has she said it back in the feudal era? People were cavemen back there.

 Slayer08/29/2019

"I think you want to be this Sesshomaru's miko. I think that's why you clutch so tightly to this Sesshomaru's pelt." He leaned down and licked from her collar bone up to behind her ear.

 imjaneees08/29/2019

Face beat red, Kagome let's out a squeak, ducks and places a good couch between her and the orally fixated youkai, "I don't belong to ANYONE! And it's my fur! Mine!"

 Slayer08/29/2019

Suddenly the fur wraps tightly around her from her knees to her elbows holding her in place. "Oh yes it's yours all right little miko all yours."

 Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

After 500years of forced celibacy, Sesshomaru decided finding the culprit to his prison could wait and picked up Kagome bridal style. 

Hojo quivered beside her stirring mother. 

"Boy, you will transfer all my counterpart's fund into Kagome's accounts."

"Y-yes, sir!" Hojo floundered, "I mean no!"

"You dare tell me no? After having the knowledge that the clay fake hurt your school friends, including Kagome?"

"I mean, yes!" Hojo flushed, "I'll do it."

"Good." Sesshomaru nuzzled Kagome's cheek and took her into the sky, "You know, you have licked this one as well, and your property is in definite need of your care."

 Slayer08/29/2019

Sesshomaru flew naked high above the bustling streets of modern-day Tokyo. He wanted to find one of the many natural hot springs that dotted the lands in the feudal era, but it seemed that humanity had spread far and wide and much of the natural splendor of the land was now ruined. He flew farther and farther away from the settlements of the humans until he found a sizable forest area.

 Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

A lone dirt road led to an abandoned bath house at a natural spring. It looked as if a tree had fallen on the main building and they had not yet begun repairs. 

Kagome peeled mokomoko from her mouth and huffed, "You know, all you had to do was ask me to come with you." 

"Hn." He sighed, "I require less dramatics for the time, this way seemed easiest to get you away. Time away from the insufferable pests of the world would do wonders for us both. Care to join me?"

 Walter20508/29/2019

Kagome started to answer, but then paused. There was a strange buzzing sound in the back of her head, looking around she saw a sutra of some kind on a boulder lining the hot spring. Walking over to it, she touched it and felt the aura of the fake Sesshomaru from earlier, along with voices crying about why he was doing this and to please stop. Eyes narrowing in determination, she channeled her miko powers and released the seal. 

 Beings started pouring out of the boulder and forming into their regular selves. All of the people she once knew, Shippou, Sango, Miroku, their kids, Ayumi, Ayame, Eri, Yuka, everyone came pouring out of the formerly sealed boulder. Kagome's eyes went wide and tears started forming as Sesshomaru came up next to her and wrapped a hand around her shoulder. 

 "I knew that five hundred years ago the fake copy of me had progressively captured and sealed away everyone associated with me before creating more fake copies to replace them, I knew the vicinity of where they had been sealed away but only you were capable of finding the exact location and undoing the seal. This Sesshomaru thanks you," said the normally stoic demon lord in an appreciative tone as he leaned down to kiss Kagome's forehead. 

 As people finally stopped appearing, Sesshomaru called out to the group, "No one go anywhere. I know it seems like it was just yesterday you all were sealed away, but some time has passed and things will need to be explained to you. Kagome, Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi will be the best ones to explain this time to you," said Sesshomaru before standing back and letting Kagome talk to them. 

 Then it would be time for tearful reunions.

 Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

Just as the hugs began, Shippou and Rin both pointed at Sesshomaru's private parts, the fox's finger shook, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?!" 

Sango gasped. Miroku alread had one layer of kimono off, "I had no idea in the future clothing is optional!"

 Slayer08/29/2019

"Clothing is not optional Sesshomaru just seems to have a fetish for being naked." Kagone blushed bright red. "He should really put on some clothing...."

 Walter20508/29/2019

"Hnnn, fine," muttered Sesshomaru before he was enveloped within the redness of his demonic aura. When it faded, he was fully attired once more, but this time he was dressed in a sailor fuku, with the exception that the skirt was replaced with a normal hakama, alas one that was the same shade of green. Kagome turned beet red upon seeing him dressed like that. 

 "Sesshomaru!?! What is that outfit?" she stammeringly asked out of pure mortification. 

 "What? Miko, is this not what everyone wears in the present? I had taken by the attire of you and your friends that this is what everyone wears in the present," Sesshomaru fired back with narrowed eyes over her reaction.

 Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

When Sesshomaru turned to Kagome, Miroku took his chance. Reaching out for the soft, ripe, supple...

"Kyyyya!"

THWACK!

Sango snarled, stalking off with her children in tow, "Thanks for releasing us Kagome, we will speak with Eri about this time period far away from the scoundrel." 

Kagome wasn't sure if she was talking about her husband or Sesshomaru, who was currently pretending not to notice his skirt flying upward as a swift breeze blew by.

 Taki 滝08/29/2019

Up high, gazing down upon the reunion of family and friends, the kami decided that all the humans needed some sort of reward and balancing to live alongside their yokai family. After all 420 finished a complimentary hookah and placed their suggestions into a divine hat, Amaterasu drew a slip at random, rolled her eyes, and waved her hand.

Golden mist floated down to earth and encompassed all the ningen. And before their very eyes, all the humans glowed with a divine golden glow and grew great golden wings.

A slip of paper poofed into existence. Sesshomaru caught it, read it, and raised an eyebrow.

"Yo humans, congrats you get to live as long as your yokai buddies. We drew random lots on the reward and O-Koumori-kami-sama won the draw. You're all Golden Bats"

Kagome flexed a wing and fell over.

 Walter20508/29/2019

Hours later saw Kagome lying on her belly on her bed back home at Higurashi Shrine, sighing in frustration as her wings continued to occasionally beat without her recognizance. Such annoyances that they were proving to be that she didn't even register her door opening and closing but did feel and recognize the powerful hands that rested on her back. 

 "Sesshomaru?" she questioned without looking back. 

 "Hnnn," was his response as his hands started rubbing up and down her back, kneading the newly form muscle groups that had invaded her body to form the new wings. Relaxation and feel good pleasure coursed through her as his ministrations did much to relieve the stiffness and pain she was feeling. 

 "Ooh...Aaaaahhh....Ufff...what are you...hoo...doing?" Kagome staggered out in between noises of appreciation for his miracle hands. 

 "Helping you to transition to your new form. Your brain is overloaded with the new nerve and muscle systems and so is activating them unnecessarily, straining the muscles. I'm helping them to relax again," he explained as he settled onto a sitting position on the bed. 

 "That's fine and all but what about this desire for blood now that it's nighttime?" she asked softly but sarcastically. 

 In response he rolled her onto her side before cutting his arm and holding it against her mouth. She was hesitant but once she smelled it she was sucking greedily onto his cut with reckless abandon. For his part he took the opportunity to explore her body and see what else might've changed with the bat blessing; It had been five hundred years since they had performed oral on each other in the Sky Castle and even though he was under the influence of Inucense back then he was longing for another 'tasting' as it was.

[cosmichoneyedblossoms]

Juniper Envy

Pairing: Jooheon x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,363

Summary: What happens when you make Jooheon jealous? It’s not rare for him to get jealous, but when you flirt with his members is when he finally snaps.

“It’s late, I really should head home.” You got up from his bed and made your way to the door when warmth spread over your back.

“Stay with me tonight…” Jooheon cooed, wrapping his arms around you from behind, pulling you into him.

“Are you sure Shownu and Hyungwon would be okay with that?” You asked leaning into him. His heart raced in his chest as his lips brushed over your neck, trailing down to the bit of exposed skin of your shoulders.

“They’re not coming back tonight… it’ll be just us in this room.” His gentle touch sent shivers down your spine as you rested your head against his shoulder.

“You always have ways of making me stay, huh?” You turned in his hold, your eyes connecting with the honey swirled irises.

“Is it wrong of me to want to spend time with you?” Jooheon pressed his lips against your forehead, your eyes closing at his kiss.

“Nothing wrong at all, but we should attempt to go to bed since I have to work in the morning.” You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck, ghosting your lips over his cheek. Cold fingers met your back as he chuckled against your lips.

“Let’s get you into something more comfortable then.” He pulled away from you to walk over to his dresser, pulling open a drawer to grab you one of his T-shirts. Turning on his heels he caught the sight of your shirt sliding off your arms to bunch up on the floor, the warm lighting of the bedroom illuminating each one of your beautiful curves as you revealed them upon taking off an article of clothing, whether you were wearing clothes or not, your body was as more intoxicating than any drug. Your eyes flashed up to his, your cheeks turning a slight pink.

“What?” The tenderness of your voice melted him while the intense feeling had him smiling.

“Nothing.” He handed the black T-shirt to you and plopped down onto his bed, watching you pull it on, “C’mere.” You turned off the light and made your way to him, laying down beside him; he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, “Goodnight, Princess.”

“Goodnight, Honey.”

“Baby…” Jooheon whispered, sprinkling soft kisses to your cheeks. You groaned in response, turning away from him, “C’mon, Kihyun made breakfast.”

“Are you lying?” Your turned your head to meet Jooheon’s gaze, “The last time you said that, Wonho made breakfast and it was ramen…” Jooheon couldn’t hide his smile as he took in your appearance of a good night's sleep, messy bed head as well as pink indents on your face from the sheets.

“I promise Kihyun cooked this morning.” You sat up, stretching, Jooheon’s eyes falling to the way his T-shirt hugged your body.

“Perfect, I’m starving.” You rested your head against the wall with your eyes closed, attempting to wake up more when something warm pressed up against your lips, his lips. You hummed into the kiss while he pulled you to the edge of the bed, your legs wrapping around him. He lifted you off the bed, his hands cradling your body as he walked towards the door, “Jooheon, let me put on some pants.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Not like the guys will mind.”

“I know they won’t mind, but you shouldn’t want your members to see me in just panties and a T-shirt—”

“It’s not like they want you, they know that you’re mine.” Jooheon opened the door, toting your body out into the dining area.

Did he just say what I think he said…?

“You finally got her up?” Wonho asked, munching on whatever he had slipped in between his lips.

“Finally, she had to make sure Kihyun made breakfast and not you, Wonho.” The others laughed with Jooheon as you unwrapped your legs from around him.

“I thought you loved my ramen, Y/N?!” Wonho whined, his eyes wide in disbelief.

“Go ahead and sit, I’ll grab you a plate.” Jooheon whispered into your ear before disappearing into the kitchen. You had started to make your way to the empty chair next to Minhyuk when a very tantalizing idea came to mind.

“I do love it, Hoseokie, but…” You walked over to Kihyun, plopping down into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Ki’s cooking beats almost everything.”

“Oh, thank you, Y/N.” Kihyun wrapped an arm around your waist while resting the other against the bare skin of your thighs, giving them a light squeeze.

“No, thank you, you’re really—”

“Y/N…” Hearing your name growled from the other side of the room sent chills through your skin as you turned your eyes onto Jooheon, his brows furrowed, eyes darker than ink.

“What?” You asked, keeping your gaze on him as his hard footsteps thumped over the wood flooring to the table.

“Here’s your plate.” The ceramic plate tinked as it hit the table and Jooheon took a seat in one of the chairs, his gaze glued to his plate.

You walked in front of the white board, the eyes of young minds flicking back and forth from the board to their notebooks, jotting down what you previously wrote on the board, “Now, next Wednesday we’ll go more in depth with the next chapter, but since we have a few minutes left, I’ll just touch on some of it.” You walked over to your desk to grab the projection remote when the door in the back of the room opened, a familiar face coming into the room and taking a seat in the back of the class as the lights dimmed.

Why would Jooheon be here? He knew you had classes all day, so why would he pop in unexpectedly?

“Ms. Y/L/N?” A voice pulled you out of your trance and you clicked the power button on the projector remote for a scale to appear on the screen.

“Alright, chapter three is about chromatic scales. In this chapter…” With a press of a button, the scale was replaced with notes and diagrams of tunings, “We’ll be learning about the 12 pitches, notations, as well as tunings with the 17 and 19 EDO’s…” Your eyes glanced at the clock, a sigh soon escaping you, “But we’ll go over all of this next week—” The room full of students started to pack their things, the sounds of the chairs scuffing and feet making their way up the stairs and out of the room cut off your ending statement. Soon it was just you and Jooheon in the classroom, “Well, this is a nice surprise, my boyfriend—”

“Can we go talk in your office, Ms. Y/L/N.” You sat the remote down onto the desk and looked up at him.

“What is this pertaining to, Mr. Lee?” You asked, walking up the stairs towards him. You could tell he was pissed, his eyes were still dark like this morning, but his face was utterly deadpan. Jooheon gripped your wrist, tugging you out of your classroom, “Ah, Jooheon there’s students here.”

“I don’t care.” He tugged you along as you hid your face from the people in the halls. He pulled you into your office and released his hold on your wrist to slam the door closed.

“What the hell is up with you today?” Your growled question only pissed him off more as he turned to look at you.

“That should be my question. What the hell is going on between you and Kihyun?!”

“Seriously?” You huffed, walking around him to get to your desk; forceful palms hit the wall, trapping you between his arms. His figure towered over you like it has a hundred times before, but this felt different, darker.

“Either you’re going to tell me or I’m going to get it out of you another way.”

“There’s nothing going on, Jooheon. I was just doing it to make you jealous since you didn’t seem to think that the guys would be interested in me.” You avoided his heavy gaze, worried that you would see him get upset over your words. You knew it was a stupid thing to do, but him being so nonchalant about the guys seeing you with barely any clothing on made you just as mad as he was with this situation, “Just because I'm with you doesn't mean they don't look at me or want me. If you think your possessiveness is going to make other guys look away, then you—”

Jooheon had heard enough. Violently hungry lips attacked yours, them nipping at biting at your plumpness, eager to feel you, mark you, make it known that you are his and he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon. He knew all the right things to do to your body to make it a drooling mess without even teasing your core—trail hasty wet kisses down your neck, ghost his fingertips over any exposed skin, whisper the dirtiest of things into your ear, before you knew, your panties had become flooded with your juices.

“Jooheon…” You whined, squeezing your thighs together to suppress the ache he created, “I have to start class soon…”

“Not until I’m done with you.” He picked you up and turned around to sit you on your desk. His fingers slipped under your skirt, tracing over your shape through the damp fabric, a growl rumbling inside his chest, “Already this soaked and I haven’t even touched you.” Jooheon pulled his hand away from your core and unbuckled his belt, his hands soon revealing his throbbing erection,”Spread your legs.” You watched him stroke his length as you did as he told you to do, the soaked pastel pink lacy fabric on display for him; you pulled your panties to the side and spread your folds for him, his mouth watering at the sight of your sticky mess.

The burn inside your core only seemed it get hotter the more you watched him—his dark eyes heavy on you through thick locks of obsidian, his teeth biting into reddened lips trying to hold back groans, his muscles flexing under his shirt with every stroke he gave his member; all of this had your heat screaming for release. Jooheon licked his lips, taking in the pooling juices on the desk, he knew he was the only one who could make you like this, and he wanted to revel in it.

“Joo…” Your lust tainted gaze begged for him to touch you, but you were bad this morning so why would he give you what you wanted?

“What?” He hummed, moving closer to your radiating heat. He was so close, so close that you could wrap your legs around his waist and push him into you, your legs quivered under the anticipation of finally getting to feel him when he pulled away from you.

“Jooheon—”

“You know…” You watched as his hands started to pull up his pants, “I don’t think you really deserve to be fucked by me, maybe I should go get Kihyun to come finish—”

“No, please, no!” You did something that he didn’t expect, you begged— it’s something he’s never heard you do, something that he’s never given you the chance to do, but now he had you in the palm of his hand.

“Are you sure, I’m sure Kihyun would love to try you.”

“No Kihyun, just you. Please, fuck me. Please, you’re the only one I want, please…” Your pleading only aroused him more as he gripped his length and lined it up with your entrance, dragging it up and down your dripping folds, your hips already bucking for more friction.

“You must really want my cock, you’re bucking your hips like a bitch in heat.” Jooheon enjoyed watching you writhe under his touch, with every swipe of his member over your sensitive nub your body quivered, every time he got close to your entrance your moans became raspier and more breathless—if he teased you any longer, he was going to be at the end of his rope.

“Please…” He could hear the frustration in your voice as he finally gave you what you wanted, he rammed his length into you, your hands quick to clamp over your mouth to muffle the scream that escaped your lungs. He pushed you back onto the desk, everything that was in the way was pushed off, it clattering on the floor as he rolled his hips into you. His hand gripped your shoulder giving him more leverage to get as deep as possible inside you, the clenching of your walls starting to become unbearable. You were so close to the edge that every pointed thrust to your sweet spot was sending tingles through your limbs, hazing your thoughts until you just had one left, “Joo— I’m gonna—” Your words got caught in your throat as the flames in your stomach spilled out, you body melting into pure bliss. Jooheon’s erratic pace attempted to help you through your high when he quickly pulled away from your sticky heat.

“Your knees, now, Y/N…” He breathed and you moved from the desk down to the floor as quick as possible, knowing what he wanted. You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue for Jooheon to pump his warm vitality onto your wet muscle. He watched your lips close around your painted tongue, swallowing his warmth with a smile. You held onto the desk as you stood up to face Jooheon, his eyes following your every movement.

“You should become jealous more often.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek while you pulled your skirt down, fixing your disheveled appearance. Jooheon pulled his pants back up, attempting to make himself look presentable as well.

“The next time you decide to make me jealous by using the guys, I’ll fuck you in front of them, how about that?” His raspy chuckle made you smile as you turned around to pick up the items that fell onto the floor.

“I’ll make a note of that.” You teased and Jooheon’s hand landed a smack to your ass making you gasp.

“Don’t be getting any bright ideas.”

[eyeslikemorphiine]

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@phoenixenforcer

The storm outside was howling so violently that Sei almost missed the knocking at his door. He approached with the tilt of his head, wondering who could possibly be out in such weather... and who would be seeking him, of all people, out? He opens the door and his eyes immediately widen.

“Edo...!” 

Without hesitation, Sei reaches for the younger’s wrist and pulls him inside, then quickly shuts the door behind him. “What were you doing out there?” The older half scolds, half questions in complete confusion. An affectionate concern clouds his eyes as he reaches out to brush Edo’s sopping wet bangs away from his eyes. “You’re soaked to the bone...” 

Sei then shakes his head, he’ll get the story once he gets Edo dried off and into warm clothes. “Go into the bathroom and get some towels, okay? Throw your clothes into the hall... I’ll put them in the dryer.” 

[skam-stories]

Perfectly Wrong | Part Four

We’re halfway through this series! Thank you for the lovely response to part three, I’m glad you guys are enjoying this so far.

Let me know what you think!

Eleonora let out a sigh, her eyes focussed on the stain on her ceiling. The young girl who lived in this room before her had apparently squeezed a bottle of glitter glue a bit too hard and it had exploded. As far as stains go, a glittery one wasn’t so bad.

She let her eyes wander from the ceiling and around the room. You could tell it was meant to be a child’s room; her double bed barely fit in it.

She wished she was a kid again. Life was easier then.

She didn’t have to worry about kissing her friend’s crush and the risk of getting her heart broken back then.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it; the kiss.

She didn’t know kissing someone could feel like that.

Not that she’d kissed that many boys, but kissing other boys had never been like kissing Edoardo.  

She groaned. Her head already hurt from her hangover, she didn’t need her thoughts joining in on the party. She gave her blankets a shove, disentangling her body from them so she could get out of bed. Swinging her legs over the side of her bed, she thanked her former self for leaving a glass of water on her bedside table. At least she’d done one smart thing last night.

Nope, back in dangerous territory.

Nursing her forehead with one hand, she made her way into the kitchen to find something unhealthy to stuff her face with. 

She could tell her parents weren’t home from the stillness of the house as she walked through it. Good. She didn’t want to deal with them right now. She gave the kitchen counter a brief glance as she walked past. No note. Of course.

She decided then that she didn’t have much of an appetite.

Rubbing her forehead with the heels of both hands, Eleonora groaned. She’d shower instead, that was a good plan. Clean her sins off.

She slumped to the floor in the shower, bringing her knees up to her chest. She sat there for far too long, letting her soaked hair create a curtain between her and the rest of the world.

She didn’t know where to go from here.

She could pretend it never happened, blame it on the alcohol and justify never telling Silvia somehow. But she’d irreversibly admitted to herself, and Edoardo, that she liked him. It wasn’t just mild flirtation now, she’d basically thrown herself at him.

She’d actually pulled him to her but, y’know, details.

God, she really liked him. But he was Edoardo. It was a surefire recipe for disaster.

She used to pride herself on being one of those girls who never let a boy get in the way of friendship. She used to go on and on about how no boy was that special, how there were so many of them you could just find a replacement.

And then she had to go and get attached to Edoardo.

She kept having to remind herself he’d treated Silvia badly, that he’d slept with a ridiculous amount of girls and was only interested in one thing, that he’d inevitably break her heart into a million pieces.

But when he held her like he did last night, when he drunkenly slurred that they’d figure anything out together, when he’d looked at her on the dance floor with so much insecurity...it was easy to let herself fall for that boy.

But what was she going to do? Date him and let Silvia hate her when they’d inevitably break up in a month or two? He’d get sick of waiting for sex, or he’d finally get it and leave. She’d be a mark on a wall, and it’d be over.

She wiped her hair away from eyes. That wasn’t going to happen.

She finished showering, wrapping a towel around herself and walking into her room. She picked her phone up from her bed, warmth spreading through her chest at the sight of a message from Edoardo.

God, she was weak.

Internally hitting herself, she opened it up to read him asking her whether she was awake. Apparently he was hungover. He wanted to know if she was too. She sighed, debating whether or not she should reply before exiting the app on her phone and throwing it back onto her bed. It was a no.

She changed into some hungover-approved comfy clothes, leaving her wet hair to air dry. As she walked back to the bathroom to hang up her towel, she heard knocking at the door. She left it, figuring her parents weren’t home and none of the girls knew where she lived so the safest bet was to not answer.

The knocking stopped before started up again, and Eleonora sighed as she gave in and walked through the house to the door.

She opened the door to a dishevelled Edoardo Incanti.

“Ele” he said brightly with a grin.

“Hey” she said, hating how breathless she sounded, but she was in shock.

He stepped forward, his hand finding her waist, and suddenly they were kissing.

Only for a second, but god. 

“How are you feeling? My head is killing me” he said as he stayed far too close for her brain to function properly. He looked like a mussed up puppy, and with a tug in her chest she remembered how cute he’d looked last night with his flushed cheeks as he slurred his words. Damn him for being a cute drunk.

“Yeah, feeling mediocre” she said, but her head had hurt just a little less during that kiss.

“Yeah” Edoardo agreed. “So you left your bag at mine last night and I was in need of some coffee and I thought you might be too. So I figured I’d bring you some.”

She realised that in the hand not holding her waist he was holding a tray with two cups of coffee, her bag hanging off his forearm.

How the hell was she not meant to fall for this shit? And why did the sight of him nonchalantly carrying her handbag make her want to jump him? She was a mess.

"So can I come in then? I’m more than happy to stand here with you if you want though” he said with a grin.

“Yeah okay” she found her mouth saying without her brain’s consent. She took a step back to let him in, and his body brushing against her as he walked past was surely on purpose. 

She closed the door and turned to find him waiting for her.

“Are your parents home?” he asked, and she could detect a hint of apprehension in his voice.

“No, they’re not” Eleonora said, her voice clipped.

“Are they out for the day?” He asked, and she stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Of course he didn’t want to meet her parents.

“Probably” she replied. He didn’t push her for details.

She led him through the house to the kitchen, deciding that she was finally ready to eat. He placed her bag down on the kitchen counter and sat down at the dining table that was never used, sipping his coffee while she busied herself making some toast.

She could feel his eyes on her, but she refused to meet them with hers. She was at a loss for what to do next, she’d screwed up as soon as she’d let him inside. Where were they meant to go from here?

She sat across from him at the table, taking a bite of her toast. He smirked at her, sliding her coffee across the table before standing up and moving around to her side. He dragged the seat next to her even closer before sitting down, his side brushing hers. She stared at him with her toast frozen in midair. The smirk hadn’t left his face, and her eyes grew wide as he leant in and took a bite of her toast.

“Hey!” she said in an outraged tone.

He just kissed her cheek as a reply, the bastard.

She was too hungover for this shit. It was too hard to keep her emotions in check when he was acting like this.

She grumpily ate her toast and coffee, and he seemed more than happy to sit in silence with her.

“So” he said after she’d finished her toast. He looked down at his hands. “What’s the deal with your parents?”

She sighed. “Let’s not do this, Edo.”

He laughed humourlessly. “Do what? Talk?”

She pursed her lips. “I haven’t talked to Eva about this, why should I talk about it with you?”

“Because...” he trailed off, sighing. “Ele, come on. You know why.”

“No, I don’t” she said, staring him down.

“I thought after last night...”

“What?”

He looked up at her, frowning. “Ele, you kissed me.”

“I was drunk” Eleonora responded with a shrug.

He gave her a look that said he didn’t believe her. “We weren’t that drunk. What happened? I thought you said we were good?”

“Kissing you once doesn’t mean I have to tell you anything. I don’t owe you anything.”

“Of course you don’t owe me anything!” he exclaimed before sighing. “I care about you.”

Eleonora sighed, getting up from the table. 

“I can’t do this. Last night was a mistake.”

“Ele, come on. You don’t have to tell me about your parents. I just wanted you to know that you can.”

Eleonora put her plate in the sink, keeping her back to him. Her heart was beating way too fast. She wasn’t in control of this situation, and it killed her.

Finally, she turned to face him. He was watching her. “I think we should just forget last night happened. I understand if you don’t want to be just friends, but that’s all I think this should be.”

He sighed. “Ele, you know I’m okay with being friends.”

She interrupted him before he could continue. “Really? Is that why you hold my hand and lean in close whenever you can?”

Edoardo stood up, making his way closer to her. “But it’s not just me doing that? You cuddle up to me and you give me that look of yours and put your hands on my chest. It’s not just me.”

She knew he was right, but she wasn’t going to let that derail her argument.

“I’ve made up my mind, Edoardo.”

He groaned, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m trying really hard to be patient with you, Ele. But this is unfair. You can’t just mess with me like this.”

Eleonora crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, please. We both know you only want one thing.”

He looked up at her. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

He sighed. “Why are you trying to break up with me?”

“We’re not dating.”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay. Why are you trying to not date me?”

“I’m trying to look after my friend” she said, but she knew she was lying.

“Bullshit. No, you’re not. You’re hanging onto this moral high ground of looking after your friend and not wanting her to get hurt, but it’s not about her at all is it? You’re just worried you’ll get hurt.” 

Eleonora didn’t respond and he sighed.

His tone was gentler when he spoke again. He walked over to her, taking her face in his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you, Ele. I care about you.”

She refused to look at him, keeping her eyes down. 

“Ele, honey.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb, leaning forward and resting his forehead against hers.

She finally met his eyes. 

“Ele, I care about you and I want to be with you. I don’t just want you so I can get a mark on a wall or anything else. I want to be with you.”

Eleonora finally spoke, and she hated her voice for sounding small. “I can’t deal with this not being real.”

“It’s real, Ele. Please believe me.”

She nodded.

“So we’re doing this? Not going back on it tomorrow?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Eduardo.”

His lips were on hers then, and she took a moment to respond. But when she did it was enthusiastically, throwing her arms around his neck. 

God, she loved kissing him.

His hand moved down to her waist and he held her to him while he guided her backwards until her back hit the kitchen bench. She let go of him for a moment, needing her hands to help her push herself up onto the bench, before returning one arm to his neck and losing the other hand in his hair. His hand on her waist tightened, groaning when she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Kissing him was somehow even better sober. God, she was hungover. She’d probably spontaneously combust if it was better without a headache.

He pulled his lips away from hers, dragging them slowly down her neck before speaking against her skin. “I wanna go on a date. Go on a date with me.”

She nodded, pulling his lips back to hers. His hand moved from her waist down her leg, sliding just underneath the hem of her shorts. She moved her arm from around his shoulders and down his chest before sliding it around to the small of his back. She tightened her legs while pushing him closer to her with her hand, gasping at the sensation. He took advantage of the access to her mouth, which means he stuck his tongue down her mouth but that sounds gross. It wasn’t. Quite the opposite, actually. 

Eleonora pulled the back of his shirt up, trying to signal to him that he should take it off.

“Ele, slow down” Edoardo said, pulling away and resting his forehead against hers.

She grinned. “I can’t see you shirtless?”

“Please, be gentle with me. I’m trying to control myself here.”

She laughed. She wanted to be the opposite of gentle with him, but fine.

“Wanna watch some TV?” he asked, and she laughed again.

“Netflix and chill, huh?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Eleonora Francesa.”

After they’d both caught their breath, and disentangled, she led him to her room so they could watch TV on her laptop. Both of them shared a look but didn’t say anything when they sat down on her bed.

“So this is your room? I thought you’d have more going on in here?”

She shrugged. “I’m not home much.”

He nodded, leaning over to kiss her shoulder. She took that as a response to the things she hadn’t said.

Eleonora picked a show that she’d watched before, wanting to pay less attention to the show and more to him.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. Resting her head on his chest, she was reminded of the time she’d woken up in his arms in the park. She smiled at the memory, moving up slightly so she could rest her head on his shoulder. She rested her arm on his chest, rubbing her thumb up and down every once in a while.

They’d made it through an episode and a half, and she was enjoying just being with him, but part of her wanted to address something.

Eleonora sighed, “so the thing with my parents”.

Edoardo looked like he was going to speak, but decided against it. He paused the show, lowering the lid of her laptop slightly before turning so he was on his side and facing her. He wound his arm around her waist, holding her against him.

“It’s not that they’re the worst parents in the world. They’re just...not around much.” She frowned as she tried to find the right words to explain it, because she’d never really tried before.

He cleared his throat before speaking. “Yeah, mine aren’t around much either. My parents split up, actually. My father lives in another city and my mother’s meant to live with us but she spends most of the time at our holiday house with her new boyfriend.”

She felt the knot in her stomach loosen a little at his words, thankful that he could somewhat relate. At least her parents were in the city.

“Us?” She asked.

He nodded. “I have a brother, but he moved to Milan for university.”

“Just one brother then?”

A look of pain crossed his face, and she knew this was a sensitive topic.

“I had a sister, but she died when I was younger.”

“I’m sorry” Eleonora said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much why my parents split up. We all just kind of...broke, after she died. I don’t know, we didn’t talk about it and it just ruined us all. My father just left.”

She slid her arm around his shoulders, holding him close for a long moment. He pressed his face into her neck, and she could feel his breath hot against it.

“Nothing really happened to us, they just never really seemed interested in me” she mumbled into his hair. “They looked after me and everything, but I don’t know, they never showed up to anything. It’s stupid really.”

“It’s not stupid” he said, pulling away from her so he could look at her face. “You’re worth showing up for.”

That phrase might have broken something inside her, but she tried not to think about it.

He leant in, kissing her forehead then her cheek. She tightened her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He kissed the top of her head, his hand rubbing her back.

“Why don’t you like being at home? Don’t you have a lot of your own space?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, either I feel unwelcome or like I have to entertain them so they’ll want me. I just prefer being somewhere else.”

“You can come over to mine whenever you like.”

Eleonora smiled. She leant back so she could look at him, leaning in to kiss him briefly. “Is that so?”

He nodded, pulling her back into the kiss. “Yep, can be there all the time.”

“Okay” she said against his lips, tightening her arms around his neck.

She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently and getting a sound of approval from him in response.

Edoardo cradled her head with one hand, pulling her underneath him. She revelled in the feeling of his weight on top of her, sliding her hand down his back and up his shirt. 

She wanted that shirt off, damn it.

She tugged it upwards until he got the message, pulling back with a grin before finally giving her what she wanted. He threw it to the side and it landed on top of the forgotten laptop, the weight of it closing the lid and putting an end to any chance of them innocently watching TV.

Her eyes roamed his chest, taking it all in. It definitely didn’t disappoint. 

He interrupted her staring by taking hold of her waist as his lips sought out hers. He ran his hands down her thighs and pulling them around his waist so he could settle between them. His hands made their way back up her waist, pulling her shirt slightly with him. She expected him to try to take her shirt off now, but he didn’t. Which was good, because while she wanted him shirtless, possibly forever, she wasn’t sprinting for the finish line. She was aiming for more of a marathon than a sprint.

Even so, his hands were burning into her waist underneath her shirt, and she was sure she’d be able to feel it long after they were gone. He’d be on her forever. His lips making their way down her neck didn’t help, leaving a trail of heat.

She pushed against his chest until he got the message and rolled over, keeping an arm tight around her waist as he did. She smirked down at him as she settled on his hips before leaning down to kiss him again.

She dragged her lips from his and down his neck, wanting to leave her own trail of fire. Maybe a slightly more permanent one, she thought, as she sucked on a spot just enough to leave a mark.

The front door slammed shut and Eleonora pulled away from Edoardo, using her hands against his chest to push herself upright. 

“Shit” she said, the panic evident in her voice. “That’s my parents.”

Edoardo nodded, sitting up and keeping one arm around her waist to hold her in place. He used his other hand to reach for his shirt. 

“You don’t have to meet them.”

He rolled his eyes at her, but he was smiling. “Thought we were past that, honey.”

She shrugged. “Old habits die hard.”

He leaned up, kissing her quickly on the lips before placing another on her neck. “We’ll get there.”

He put his shirt back on quickly, Eleonora asking again if he really wanted to meet her parents right then and there.

The third time she asked, he took her hand and led her outside. She couldn’t help but hope her parents had just gone straight into their room. This was going to be way too awkward for her to handle.

“Who is this?” a voice said as they walked through the living area.

They turned to see Eleonora’s father standing there with a smirk on his face.

Edoardo looked over at Eleonora, smiling before stepping forward with his hand outstretched. “I’m Edoardo Incanti. I’m Ele’s boyfriend.”

[tenshibeth1]

Now and Forever- Part 1

Sess-Kag Week 2k18

Canon take-off. Sequel to Written In The Stars.

(Wow this is longer than I'd meant it to be! This story had a mind of its own... 0.0 I hope you all enjoy! ^,^ )

(Edit: It is so big I have to divide it into separate posts. Sorry for the inconvenience!)

Prompt:

Day 3 - Sudden, steal, soft, breeze

Dark clouds loomed overhead, the brisk breeze warning Kagome that the storm was coming. Her white and blue traditional garb whipped around her as she struggled to pick a few more herbs that hadn't been completely roasted by the harsh summer sun. "Just a little more," Kagome pleaded with the sky as she plucked a green root from beneath the soil. She had no such luck. Lightning streaked across the sky, thunder cracking right along behind it. As if it was a signal, a sudden heavy downpour began. She was drenched before she had even gotten to her feet. "Great!" Kagome groaned as she pulled her woven basket to her chest and darted under trees. They provided minor protection from the driving rain, but it was something, at least. However...she had wandered too far away from Edo to simply sprint back to the dry comfort of her hut. Vision blurred and feet slipping along slickening mud, she decided to search for shelter elsewhere. There were caves around there somewhere...she just had to find them.

Visibility really was terrible. She stumbled into numerous trees and thickets in her search for a safe place to crash. Twigs and leaves caught in her long tresses; limbs and thorns scratched and tore into her tender skin. And she was pretty sure she pulled something in her left ankle in one of her mud slides... Gasping for breath, ribs burning, Kagome slipped and grasped for what looked like a tree...but it was a dense thicket. She fell right through. "Shhhiii-uhhnn!" The basket went flying as she fell through...onto a hard, flat, rock. The pain registered first, a burning-stinging sensation in her limbs, her knees scraped up right along with her forearms. Kagome scrambled to get on all fours, searching out the basket and some of the fallen herbs. It was about that point that she'd found four escaped herbs that it dawned on her. She crashed onto a rough, rocky surface...ergo, she was very close to a cave. Grabbing one more herb, Kagome crawled her way back to the rocks, following the trail into the mouth of the cave. Kagome was finally given reprieve from the onslaught of water...

Sliding the basket farther in, she just laid out on the dry, sandy floor for a long moment, panting and trying to tune out the burning in her body from running and the stinging of her scratches and scrapes. She expanded her reiki, searching the cave for possible youkai threats or signs of life anywhere within. It was empty, thank the gods! Kagome slowly hefted herself up into a sitting position, wincing and hissing as she did. Man she was sore! And getting chilled. The weather was cooling off rapidly. While it wasn't cold by any definition, Kagome was soaked to the bone and the whipping wind did nothing to ease the coolness from her flesh. Goosebumps raised and she cursed as she began to tremble. She had to take off her sopping wet clothes. Peering outside, she could only see hints of green and brown amid the storm. Lightning lit the sky as thunder rumbled behind it, but the visibility wasn't any better. If she couldn't see out, no one could probably see in, either. She hoped. With reluctance, Kagome untied the ties of her hakama and shimmied out of them. Her left ankle hit the rocky ground and pain flooded in.

"Oowwww...geeeeeeez," she groaned, freeing her legs from the fabric. Parting her white kimono and nagajuban, Kagome slid her hands along her smooth left leg to her very obviously swollen ankle. "Great...that's all I needed...," She sighed. But there wasn't much she could do for it. The herbs she'd managed to pick weren't anything she could use for swelling. Untying her kimono, Kagome shed both it and the nagajuban. She used the tie, still soaked and cool, to wrap around her ankle. Maybe the coolness would help reduce the swelling before she was able to get out. Spreading her clothes out on the floor to dry, she wrung out her waist-length locks before crawling around on hands and knees in the dark- carefully keeping her ankle off the ground. She felt out the floor as she went, finding a nook in the side of the cave. It wasn't very big...maybe with enough room for two people to squeeze in. But it was out of the way of the chilling wind. Kagome shuffled in and situated herself with her back to the wall, legs drawn to her chest. The storm had only just begun...and it looked like it might rage on for a while. With another sigh, she laid her head down on top of her knees and erected a small barrier that encompassed the cave. And now...the wait...

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"Lord Sesshoumaru...you're soaked," Sango greeted the daiyoukai at the door of her hut and ushered him in, handing him a length of cloth to dry off with all the while. He inclined his head in thanks.

"Where is the miko?" He asked instead of greeting them, merely holding the cloth in hand as the water-logged Inu stood near to the door. He was entirely uncomfortable being as wet as he was, dressed. The clothes stuck to his skin right along with his silver strands of hair. But he did nothing to convey his discomfort. Sango and Miroku's very much dry kids were playing cheerily by the fire.

"She went out hours ago to gather herbs...," Sango informed with a worried nibble to her lip. "The storm started in, and there's been no trace of her..."

"How long has it been since the storm began?" His eyes narrowed perceptibly.

"A couple of hours, maybe...Miroku went out to see if he could find her," Sango replied, her every pore dripping with worry. And she was right to be. Any human in this weather would not be well-off...not to mention the possibility of illness or incident of either the youkai sort or that of nature. Sesshoumaru was not happy. "We hoped maybe she had found-!" She was interrupted by a huff and a gasp as Miroku staggered in and fell to his knees as he panted softly. "Miroku!" Sango was at his side in the blink of an eye, hand on his shoulder. Sesshoumaru blinked at the monk. The rain was so droning that he hadn't even heard the ningen coming... All of his senses were dulled by that damned water falling from the heavens. This was exactly why he hated rain...

"I'm...alright," Miroku panted, water quickly pooling around him as he looked up at Sango with a tired but loving smile.

"You didn't find the miko," Sesshoumaru spoke with his usual stoic mask, only his tone betraying his disappointment.

"It's not...that I didn't...," Miroku shook his head, gazing up at the daiyoukai as his amber eyes narrowed just a bit more. Miroku's black hair clung to his face, water droplets streaming down like tears. His face was etched with regret. "I couldn't...reach her. She was too far out...and with the weather as it is...the paths are hazardous. Too much for humans...I know my limitations... But, she's holed up in the North-West somewhere... There's some small mountains there, and I hope...she found shelter in them... I followed the feel of her reiki for a while- that's how I found...out which direction she went. Kagome is staying stationary somewhere in that general direction...and that is all I can say for certain."

"...You did well," Sesshoumaru praised, dropping the cloth Sango had given him onto the drenched monk. Miroku looked up at him in wide-eyed shock. Sesshoumaru wasn't one to give compliments very often. Only when they were well-deserved. And this was one of the rare few times. Because the monk had useful information to go on. If Sesshoumaru had been searching for Kagome in this weather with his youki and she wasn't using her reiki...it was similar to trying to find a star behind dense clouds. Murky at best with unfavorable results. But she was using her reiki...so her light would penetrate said metaphorical clouds. He could find her. The terrain was a bother, but it wasn't as much of a problem for him as it was for humans. Without a word, Sesshoumaru turned and began walking out of the hut.

"W-wait!" Sango called after him. Sesshoumaru paused. "Where are you going?!"

"To retrieve the miko," he replied simply. Before more could be said or asked, Sesshoumaru was speeding out of the hut and into the downpour. Instead of using his other senses...which were completely useless to him at the moment, he opened up his youki and spread it out as he started North-West. At first he couldn't feel her reiki. And he was partially distracted by the rain. Going at his normal speed- which far exceeded Inuyasha's- in the driving rain and harsh winds gave him wind burn. Nasty red splotches that burned and stung his flesh enough to make his fingers curl. It would be gone within moments of stopping somewhere, but it was an unneeded annoyance nonetheless. It almost kept him from recognizing the weak pulse of Kagome's reiki. He did stop then, after about half an hour of relentless searching. The rain was an annoyance in so many ways...but he closed his eyes and focused passed the cold water to the weakening reiki. His youki poured out like a tidal wave, searching out what should have been a conflicting energy, and it washed over the reiki...an aura so pure and refreshing that it could only be the miko's. Her power was ebbing away...she was weakening. Was she being attacked? Was she wounded? Knocked unconscious? In some sort of predicament? He couldn't tell. The only thing he knew for sure, besides her far-off location, was that there were no youkai within several meters of her. Strange, but he wasn't complaining. His golden eyes opened, flaming with ambition and purpose. "I am coming....Kagome." With an urgency he felt down deep in his bones, Sesshoumaru began sprinting in her direction.

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End Part 1

[spider-moon-princess]

Shin x Etsu. (Give me the floof!) “What’s wrong with my shirt?”

Slightly tweaked the prompt, but it counts, yes? I love writing them in Edo era…

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“Ah, Chizuru-chan!”

Chizuru turned, momentarily pausing her sweeping. “Etsu-chan! What a surprise!”

Etsu grinned, stepping over to her, holding up a large bento. “I had the evening off from the restaurant, so I thought I’d come by with some odango! It’s freshly made!”

Chizuru giggled, knowing exactly why her friend had come here. She knew it was supposed to be a bit of a secret, but she was sure that everyone in the Shinsengumi knew about the relationship she had Nagakura-san…the man did not know how to hide the fact that he was in love. “That’s so nice of you! I’m sorry I can’t entertain you. I’ve got more chores to do.”

Etsu shrugged. “I’ll join you..or is Shin here?”

“He and Harada-san are out on patrol right now, and they’ll be back later.” She giggled quietly when she saw Etsu’s face drop in slight disappointment.

“Then I will help you, Chizuru-chan! What do you need help with?”

–

Etsu struggled to hang up the large futon, and it fell on top of her. As she struggled to pull it off of her, she fell tripped over a bucket and landed in a tub of water. She shrieked and managed to pull the futon off her face. Groaning and whining, she picked herself up and looked down at her drenched light blue yukata. Now what was she supposed to do?

“Etsu!”

She turned her head and gave him a sheepish smile. “Heisuke-kun…you’ve caught me at a great time…”

The Eight Division Captain let out a small laugh and hopped down from the engawa to help her up to her feet. “Here, let me help you, I bet this futon is Sano-san’s.”

Etsu sighed and stepped out of the tub, wringing her sleeves out. “What should I do…?”

Heisuke lugged the futon up on the clotheslines and looked back at her. “Oh geez, you’re soaked…You’ll catch a cold if you stay in that yukata.” He placed his hands on his hips and took a moment to think. “I guess you can borrow one of mine, Etsu. It should fit you, I’m just a bit taller than you.”

“I suppose that could work…Chizuru-chan is so much smaller than me.” She giggled and followed after Heisuke down the hall. “Thank you so much, Heisuke-kun.”

Heisuke rummaged through his drawers until he pulled out a yellow yukata, one he rarely wore and only for festivals. It was rare for him to even go, so he wouldn’t miss it. He handed it to her and left the room, standing outside, waiting for her to finish.

She stepped outside and sighed, hanging up her Yukata. Maybe it’ll dry by the time she had to go home.

“Jya, let me help you with the rest of the futons. I don’t know how Chizuru does it.” Heisuke chuckled and held his hand out for her to step down the engawa.

–

“Captain! Are you joining us tonight?”

Shinpachi stretched his arms over his head, shrugging out out of his light blue haori. “Nah, not tonight.”

“Remember, Captain’s got a friend at that dango restaurant.” His subordinates chuckled among themselves, knowing that he was trying to keep it all a secret, but his blissful sighs every time they passed a certain restaurant were giving him away.

Shimada chuckled warmly and whispered quietly. “Nagakura-taichō, I think they’re onto you.”

Shinpachi coughed into his fist. “Well, you boys have fun! I’m going to spend a quiet evening at HQ!” He waved and strolled into the grounds, excited to make his way to his favorite restaurant for dinner. Not that he didn’t like Chizuru-chan’s cooking, but recently, he made any excuse to go see Etsu at her family’s restaurant.

“Etsu!” His blue eyes widened and sparkled with happiness when he saw her sitting on the engawa next to Heisuke.

“Shin!” She immediately stood up and ran over to him, tripping over her sandal, right into his strong arms.

He cupped her cheeks and leaned his forehead against hers, grinning. “I was about to go see you! What are you doing here?”

Her cheeks warmed at his affection and she placed her hands on his arms as she looked into his captivating blue eyes. “I came to see you…”

Shinpachi’s hand found hers and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “Stay for dinner?”

“I’d love to!”

They walked hand in hand after noticing that Heisuke had taken his leave and took their time making their way. Shinpachi let his eyes trail over her, but paused when he noticed the yellow yukata. It was Heisuke’s.

“Uh, Dumpling…” When he stopped walking, Etsu looked over at him with curious light brown eyes.

“Shin? What is it?”

Hesitating, he released her hand and picked up the sleeve of the yukata. His mouth moved, but no questions came out of it.

“Is there something wrong with my yukata?”

“It’s not yours.” Shinpachi blurted. “It’s Heisuke’s, isn’t it?”

Etsu giggled, finally realizing what he was getting at. He was jealous because she was wearing another man’s clothes. Though, Heisuke was more like a brother figure to her. He was a nice boy, but there were definitely no romantic feelings towards each other. “It is.” She gave him an amused smile, wondering what else he’d say.

“So…uh…why are you wearing it?” Shinpachi’s lips formed a pout and he rubbed the back of his neck, a bit nervous about her answer.

“Shin~,” She tip-toed, cupping his cheeks, turning his head gently to look into her eyes. “My yukata got wet while I was helping Chizuru with some laundry. Heisuke-kun lent me his and helped me with the laundry.” She kissed his nose and smiled at him. “Unless you wanted me to catch a cold…”

“No! Of course not, Dumpling! So, that’s it?” Relief flooded into his eyes and he kissed her forehead.

“Mhm, that’s it.”

He took her hand in his and they made their way to common room where they found the rest of the superior officers there. Etsu immediately went to help Chizuru and Gen-san bring in dinner.

Once everyone had food in front of them, Etsu made her way next to Shinpachi. After a while of amicable chatting with Sano-san and Heisuke-kun, she finally noticed a sharp, jade green-eyed gaze on her. Shifting uncomfortably, she looked over at the source where Okita Souji merely gave her a smirk. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head in question, wondering why he was looking at her.

“Etsu-chan,”

Everyone’s attention shifted to the First Division Captain.

“O-Okita-kun?” Etsu exchanged puzzled glances with her Honey Bear before looking back at him.

“Is there a particular reason why you’re wearing Heisuke-kun’s yukata?”

The room was stunned into silence until Heisuke’s protest filled it. “Souji! Her clothes got wet, so lent it to her!”

“Hmm~, wet, Heisuke-kun?”

Etsu rolled her eyes, letting out a small scoff. She’d known Okita Souji long enough to know what he was trying to do. “Okita-kun, whatever you’re doing, it’s not working. Besides, I’ve finished my meal. Thank you for the meal!” She picked up her dishes to take them to the kitchen and Shinpachi followed after her. In the past, a comment like that would’ve flustered her to no end and she’d wind up looking guilty for no reason. Sighing, she set her dishes down after Chizuru had followed the couple and insisted they leave them there since Souji and Heisuke were washing dishes tonight.

They walked in a comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth of each other’s hand as they made their way back to Shinpachi’s room.

Etsu lit a lantern and she squealed when she felt his strong arms wrap around her. He buried his face into the side of her neck and kissed it lightly. “Sh-Shin?” She placed her hands on his and flushed a bright red.

“…C-can I get you out of this yukata, Etsu?”

Pleasant shivers coursed through her, hearing his whisper in her ear. “Th-then what would I wear?”

Shinpachi slipped the yukata down her shoulders and slowly trailed kisses down them. “Your yukata will be dry by the time you have to leave…”

Etsu bit her lip and felt her face redden even more. He was being so…enticing. Didn’t seem like she’d make it home tonight. Well…Her Aunt did joke about her staying out… “Y-you’re really jealous, aren’t you? That I’m wearing Heisuke-kun’s yukata?”

“I’m buying you several yukatas and keeping them here.” He growled as he unraveled her obi. “That way you’ll have one to wear if you ever need one.” Shinpachi slipped his hands inside the yukata, tracing her curves as she helplessly melted into his touch.

“Mmm, sounds like a deal, Shin…” She turned in his embrace and sealed the deal with a kiss.

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[M]Wrong number sex -Sofia

I've gotten to know the callers from a couple of wrong numbers and mistakenly addressed texts. This was a recent one.

I noticed a local caller ID ringing and picked up: "Hello?" "Look, I've thought it over and you and I are finito!" "Estamos terminados?" "Si, Para siempre!" "Okay. That seems best. I'll miss you" "What?" "You've meant so much to me and changed my entire life..." "Who are you?" "Hesh" "I am really confused. Wait! You're a wrong number?" "Seems possible?" "First of all, your 1000 times nicer than Edo, and you're funny too!"

"I seem to have a hard time hanging up on wrong numbers" "You're fun! You can talk to me for awhile" "Are you Latina?" "I hope you don't have a thing for Latinas, I'm Italian and know 4 languages" "I might have a thing for Italians" "Oh-oh! But you're not Italian?" "I'm a mongrel, mostly Lebanese and Latino and Russian and Polish and Haitian" "That sounds really sexy. You born here?" "Beirut" "Would you believe this is the most interesting conversation I've had in a year?" "No, you're way too interesting for that to be true"

"My name's Gina, and you?" "Call me Hesh" "Where do you live?" "We're in the same area code. Do you know where Greektown is?" "I live just outside it!" "Are you hungry?" "Yes! Want to do this old school?" "I'd love to." "Okay, just like the old days, no Google searches, no selfies, no last names, right?" "I already like you" "I like you too" "15 minutes at the gardens?" "How will I know you?" "I'm the dark guy that looks like he's falling in love" "That is so sexy! I'm coming as I am, wearing black sweats and a U sweatshirt" "I'm coming as is too, jeans and a T." "I'm excited" "We might hate each other" "I have a feeling about you...." "Yep, me too about you. 15 then" "Okay"

I was wondering how I could get more wrong numbers. I took a one minute shower, thinking how great it was that we were old schooling it. She hadn't even gotten me hard. This was so cool!"

It was three blocks away. I'd walk it. Afterward we'd figure out anything that needed it I walked down there and noticed a gorgeous black haired beauty in sweats about to go inside.

Me: "Not Sofia by any chance?" "Hesh?" "Nice to meet you Sofia!" Sofia kissed me on both cheeks. "You are so good looking, Hesh!" "Get outta here. You're like a wet-dream!" "I'm blushing. Don't turn me on so much!" "Sorry? Can I kiss you so I'm not so nervous?" She kissed me. 5 minutes later we took deep breaths and sighed happily..."

"I'm usually not such a slut, but you're so big and hard from our kiss!" "I was like that the moment I saw you" "Can we even eat like this?" "Can you be a slut a little longer?" "What do you mean?" "I can calm us down if you'd like that?" "Ooohh,.. Yes?" "Hold my hand and follow. I think we need to release a little to be able to eat and talk" "I'm about to orgasm" "Sofia, you're definitely going to orgasm a few times" "Say my name again?" "All night Sofia love" "Ohhhhhh!!!!" "Should I carry you?" "Please?"

I lifted her in my arms and carried her between buildings, set her against a wall, felt her tits and pussy through sweats while she moaned and got on my knees in front of her, pulled her sweats and panties down to get on my knees and let her grab my hair while I loved her cunt with my face and tongue.

15 minutes later, Sofia was sobbing and pretty relaxed. "Fuck me! I need it so fucking bad!"

Me: "I might hurt you" "Hurt me!" I pushed my sweats down, my big hard shaft sprang free and i lifted her and lowered her soaked pussy onto my cock and wrapped her legs around mine. I had to hardfuck her against the brick wall, and she was so turned on, she orgasmed endlessly while I filled her with cum twice in 5 minutes.

Sofia: "Is this heaven?" "Maybe, you feel so good!" "Can you cum while I squeeze your incredible cock with my pussy? Just explode one more time without moving, and kiss me forever?" "I think so. I hope so!" "Just feel my cunt grip you. It doesn't want to let go!" "Ohhhhhh!" "Just cum for mama, babyboy?" "Ohhhhhh!!!!" "OMG so good Hesh!!!! CUMMING!!!!!!!!” "I'm cumming so hard!" ” Hold me so i don't fall!" "I've got you. Who's got me?" "We've got each other"

We both may have blacked out for a minute. Each the we looked at each other, it was like the first time.

Sofia: "Okay, my love, slowly pull out and put my legs on the ground?" "I'm doing that. You okay Sofia?" "Stop using my name! I'll cum again" "After dinner then" "You go get us a booth" "Good choice, with long tablecloths" "Yes!" "I can clean you up first?" "How?"

5 minutes later she was nearly free of my creamy cum." "Did you lick me clean like a cat?" "Yes" "You don't even mind your own cum?" "It's our cum now" "OMG, if I bend over right now will you fuck me again?" "I'm trying to get some self control around you!" "Sorry! You don't know what you do to me!" "I do know and you do it to me" "Go so i can take deep breaths and join you" "5 minutes?" "Yes lover" "Kiss me so I can leave you!" W kissed and broke apart.

I got us a lone booth with cloths in the corner, ordered a bottle of wine and waited drinking water to replace all the lost fluids.

Sofia limped to the table looking ten times as gorgeous. Sofia: "Do I look like a horse just fucked me?" "You look beautiful!" "I have thousands of things to ask you" "So do I" "You got my favorite wine!" "You mean liquid wine?" "Hahaha 😂😂😂 here's to you" "To you then" We drank a glass each, and I refilled us.

Sofia: "Does drinking wine make it harder to stay hard?" "I'm no expert but if you're within a mile of me, I'm hard!" "That is so sweet!" "Does drinking change things for you sexually?" "I'm not sure I can get anymore uninhibited" "I'm thinking that's probably true" I realized she'd vanished and felt her pulling my pants down and her lips over my cockhead. It took her about thirty seconds to make me explode cum down her throat while she tried to swallow it all. She surfaced next to me still holding and sliding a hand over my hard shaft.

I cleaned her face of cum kissing it off her. "Do you like having to cum so fast in my lips?" "OMG I love it!" "I hate it when guys think they're proving something by taking forever to cum" "I'm sure to cum in your hands!" "You're so hot!. I need you inside me all the time already!" "I'll fix that" "We can do that in here?" "Wanna bet?" "You could eat my cunt..." "Are you ready?" "Oh God yes!!!!" "Pull your sweats and panties off onto the floor" "Done"

I lifted her over my lap and let her down with cunt sliding all the way down my cock. "I love you!" "Even if I get us thrown in jail?" "Especially" "I'm just going to move you up and down enough to bring you to orgasm a few times" "Ohhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!” "Shhh, waiter is here" "Ohhhhhh!!!!”

The waiter winked and I told him "Lamb and pilaf, and spanakopita with dolmades please" "Great choice, it'll be about 20 minutes" "Perfect!" "Thank you"

Sofia: "I've cum 6 times while you ordered" "See? Isn't this fun?" "Can I come over after?" "Sure. We need to fuck after we fuck!" "Can I switch to my ass?" "Yes of course!"

She switched holes and 2 hours later the booth was covered in cum and squirt and sweat. "We're horrible people!" "I know. I'll leave a huge tip" "You're my favorite person alive"

"It was an amazing dinner" "So great!" "Did you drive?" "I took an Uber" "I'm 3 blocks away, how about a walk?" "You walk too?" "I love walking"

"Can we make it 3 blocks without fucking?" "I'm leaning towards no" "Can we spend the night together?" "Yes!" "Are you real?" "I think so..." "Can we like lay around and have some beers and talk?" "Of course. That sounds great"

"I feel mushy now" "So do I" "I just want you to hold me and play with my hair and tits" "I want to lay my head in your lap while you murmur bullshit in Italian" "Do you like me yet?" "I love you yet" "Let's walk!" "Go, wait, do you have clothes on?" "Oops" "I just realized you're still jerking me off too" "Details..." "Let's try leaving" "After you"

Outside we held hands, kissed and walked and laughed. Me: "You know we've become the kind of people that make me sick!" "Same here! Stop touching me!" "Pull my pants up and I'll consider it" "No, I can't yet" "Okay, I forgive you" "That's a very big tree up there" "Just past it is a trail to my house, always empty at night" "So we could be in your bed lovefucking in 5 minutes?" "Sure, if we could pass up the trail" "I'm not supergirl!" "Neither am I!" "Let's go for the house, prove everyone wrong!" "Deal!"

We ran to my place in the dark. I turned on lights, got out some beers, a snack and turned around and Sofia was gone. I looked all over the house and she wasn't there. I looked for my damned phone, and found it ten minutes later.

In texts it showed a message from Sofia.

Sofia: "I'm crying like never before! I'm sorry and I know you'll never forgive me! I realized I was totally in love with you, I mean it! I fell hard!. I realized I'm not ready so I ran away. I've never felt this bad and all day with you, I've never felt so good! I love you. I think you're the love of my life but you might be to me like heroin is to others! I hope you understand!"

I felt like a total piece of crap that I hadn't figured one bit of this out. She probably ghosted me too so I wouldn't be able to talk her out of going. I didn't want to talk her out of anything, but i wanted to talk to her. I looked back in our texts to see if she'd at some point sent me an address. She hadn't. I could chase her down using hacker tricks but I really loved her too and I only wanted to talk if she wanted me to. If she did, then I could just call her because maybe she hadn't ghosted me.

TBC in #2

I thought about Sofia and myself for five more minutes and figured there was a slim chance she'd left me an opening but if she had, I'd better use it right now.

I called her number:

Sofia: "Hesh!" "Sofia! I'm so sorry!" "I don't know what I'm saying Hesh. I think you truly blew my mind!" "I've thought about you non-stop and just needed to talk a little. Is that okay?" "YES!!!!!" "Oh God, I'm so relieved. Let me say a few things, not that I know what I'm saying" "I feel better hearing your voice!" "Okay, give me a few minutes?" "You did everything right, nothing wrong!"

"It always takes two, so let me talk?" "Sorry, tell me things" "I don't and never want to hurt you or make you feel like I'm too much or encroaching on your life. Even if you would, I wouldn't ask you to come back here tonight, maybe in a month?"

Sofia: "How do you know the most loving right thing to tell me?" "I think we're nearly the same, so it's not hard. You think I don't feel scared to death at how attracted we are?" "Do you?" "Fuck, YES! I'm shitting my pants either way. If you decide to dump me, I'm going to hate myself and the same thing if you decide to come back right now unless you really need to"

Sofia: "Thank you my love! You've nearly fixed me!" "Where are you?" "You know the little bench in your ravine?" "You're in my backyard?" "I was too upset to walk far" "You're ten feet away?!" "Maybe twelve?" I laughed for awhile and started walking out back. "Love, I'm crazy about you and I think it isn't quite time for us to part tonight" "I never wanted to leave!"

I sat next to her and she hung up and kissed me a few dozen more times. Sofia: "Can we make a plan?" "Of course, but it should be mostly you" "You're looking out for me" "I'm trying to look out for both of us but you figured this out before me and should have full say in what you want" "I was afraid I'd never be able to leave you if we spent the night tonight" "I know the feeling" "You don't even know me really yet" "Just from the last 5 minutes, I know you better" "And me you" "I even like you more and I was sure that was impossible"

"Okay listen" "Okay" "What if we go back and spend tonight together loving and talking and laughing?" "I'm with you. Then what?" "I really have to go in the morning" "Okay. We could do that. I can drive you wherever you need to be" "if you can take me home early, let me pack drive some things, and drop me at the airport?" "Of course. Can you tell me where you're going" Italy for 3 weeks. Fuck, I'm going to cry again!" I held her while she sobbed and kissed her tears.

"I'm here on a student visa and have to spend 6 weeks a year in Italy to qualify" "Okay, did you think I'd be mad or something?" "No, I don't want to leave you especially not for three weeks right after meeting you" "We had no idea what would happen. I was a wrong number!" "I'm a crazy romantic Italian girl in love with you! I panicked at the thought of blowing this away!" "I'm so relieved you let me call you!" "Me too! I thought you were so sick of me and my shit after I made all this stupid drama!" "Nothing has really changed between us and i don't think it will. We have to work around our actual lives!" "I know. If you were an Italian guy you'd kill me for this" "Remember, I'm the mongrel here!" She laughed smiled and kissed me.

"Hesh you amazing guy, take me in your house, talk to me, fuck me, fill me with cum, eat my pussy and don't let me get drunk" "Unless my cum gets you drunk we're in good shape" "You still think I'm sexy after that scene?" "Maybe sexier if possible!" "C'mon, I need to get drunk on your cum!" "Oh God, yes!"

We went back inside and undressed. Sofia threw me on the bed and laid her cunt in my mouth and leaned over and we 69d until she'd orgasmed countless times, squirted in my mouth, and she'd swallowed loads of my cum before we said anything else.

Me: "It's too bad the attraction's gone..." I know! What happened?" "It's chemistry. It just leaves when it's done" "So this whole huge boner thing?" "Just like that froth bubbling from your pussy. It means nothing.

I slid into her soaking cunt and slow fucked her while we made out. "You hate my tits?" I sucked her big heavy soft tits. "I do. Sorry" "When you're CUMMING hard in my pussy again in 5 minutes?" "Yes?" "You won't even pull out and cover them in your endless hot cream?" "I might do that..." "Feel my pussy tighten?" "Ohhhhhh... Feel my cockshaft pulsing making us so tight?" "Ohhhhhh!!!!!”

I sprayed 5 huge spurts of cream in her cunt before I could pull out and titfuck her big breasts while I kept cumming covering them in my jizz, then finished with 4 big streamers of spoo in her eyes. I licked her pretty clean, and pulled her sideways to look at her and she pulled my dick back inside her for more slow pumping.

Me: "Is it okay that we came back?" "SO okay!!!" "I love you Sofia. I doubt that'll change. We can be infrequent lovers but there'll be fireworks when we touch, forever" "I know you're right and I love you so much!" "I need to slowly fill you again, but I think you should get some sleep love" "You are so amazing. Are you sleepfucking me?" "I think I'll cum and pump you all night but be so gentle we'll both sleep" "Is that possible?" "We'll find out"

I fell asleep pumping cum into Sofia and she got up 4 hours later just before I did. "Did you really just awaken?" "Yes.... You're all wet and sticky Sofia" "You spent four hours cumming in me while I slept love" "So that works?" "I never felt better!" "When should we leave?" "Now, if you want to fuck me in my own bed so you completely own me" I exploded my morning boner in her cunt and we got set to go fuck at her place and go to the airport.

I pulled into the cell phone lot and thought about her for an hour after her place departed.

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