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[Hakuouki] Still With me?

Title: Are you Still With Me? Rating: M [NSFW] Pairing: Heisuke/Hitomi Disclaiming: @no5hole and I do not own Hakuouki, we just enjoy writing together. However Annie owns Hitomi and you can find out more about her over at Annie’s RP blog @tsuki-no-ookami NOTE: This is very NOT SAFE FOR WORK IN THE MIDDLE. Annie wrote for Hitomi and the brief appearances made by Harada and Nagakura, I wrote Heisuke, and If you like this, please be sure to reblog and support us and our writing! Thank you <3 Summary: Hitomi exited Serizawa’s room with a tear-stained face as she returned to the kitchen. Three attempts and he had still been displeased by dinner, and now she was wearing part of it on her kimono and through her hair. With a long, heavy sigh she pushed up her sleeves and went to work, cleaning the dishes quietly. It had only been a few months, but she was just so tired of being treated like this.

Hitomi exited Serizawa’s room with a tear-stained face as she returned to the kitchen. Three attempts and he had still been displeased by dinner, and now she was wearing part of it on her kimono and through her hair. With a long, heavy sigh she pushed up her sleeves and went to work, cleaning the dishes quietly. It had only been a few months, but she was just so tired of being treated like this.

Once she finished her chores for the evening she wiped her eyes and rounded the corner, walking right into someone. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going, please forgive me,” Hitomi said quietly as her eyes remained focused on the ground. Her hand trembled slightly as she hoped it wasn’t one of Serizawa’s close samurai.

“Again huh?” the frown moved from his eyes, to his lips and ended in his voice. “Why do you take Serizawa-san’s crap Hitomi-chan?” he knew the reason, but it didn’t mean he had to actually agree with it, slavery was a century ago...why did he insist on making her suffer? He looked at her one more time, before grasping her arm lightly and pulling her behind him. “Come on, you’re a mess.” quickly he led her in the direction he was originally headed, “here, you’ll be safe here for a bit.”

As if he’d forgotten he was holding on to her, he looked down blushing and dropped her arm nervously, “O..oh,” there was a nervous chuckle, “Sorry ‘Tomi-chan.” he mumbled suddenly feeling a bit bashful, for being so forceful. However, now that he had her in his room, Heisuke wasn’t sure what he should do to help her… “Uhm…” he looked around, “clothes! Yes clothes!” The brunette quickly moved across the room, and opened the middle drawer of the dresser in his room, and pulled out one of his yukata. “Here,” he smiled as he handed it to here, “it’s alright, I won’t watch…. Actually… I’ll leave the room until you’re ready. Ha..haha...haha..” with that he left, to give her the space to change, from the mess she was wearing, to his clean yukata.

Hitomi smiled gently as Heisuke awkwardly left the room, clinging to the clean yukata he had handed her. She lifted it up slowly, and it smelled like him; a mix of sweets and nuts. She changed out of her messy kimono and into the yukata, folding her clothes and setting them aside. “Heisuke...It’s fine you can come back in,” Hitomi called, not noticing how short his yukata was on her, “May I borrow a brush? It appears I’m wearing rice in my hair as well.” She giggled lightly as she began to feel a bit better, “If you’d like a snack you can help yourself.”

“U...uhm, Hi..hitomi-chan?!” he wasn’t sure if she noticed the temperature change, she had to of, more of her body was naked than usual…and it was making him a small bit dizzy. “Brush? R..right.” he walked back over to the dresser, trying his best not to look at her again, ‘no no no no no…’ wasn’t Sano-san trying to court this girl? He shook his head and grabbed the horsehair brush off the top of the dresser. “Here you go.” he gulped, flinging the brush out to the side, but not looking. ‘Ugh but really? Maybe just a peek?’ and peek he did, when he felt the brush leave his hand.

“Arigatou,” Hitomi replied taking the brush into her hand, while taking out her hairpins with the other. Her long, soft almond colored hair fell down to her knees. She slowly brushed her hair, bits of rice falling out onto the floor. Once she finished she threw her hair into a quick braid, then leaned down to pick up the remnants of food left behind, them placing them on her dirtied kimono. “Ah that feels so much better now, thank you Heisuke,” she said while turning around and smiling. “Heisuke...are you alright your face is red?!”

“O..oh.” a hand came up to his mouth for a moment, until he felt it relax from the ‘o’ shape he was sure it had taken on moments before. “Yes, perfectly fine.” his hand pulled away, when he was sure that his face reflected the happiness he usually felt around Hitomi. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, Hitomi-chan.” feeling much more confident about himself, he reached out and grabbed a piece of green pepper in her hair that she must have missed earlier...while he was close to her he could smell the relaxing scent of lavender oil and as his hand came down, he accidentally brushed it against her skin...skin with softness that he hadn’t felt in such a long time. “You missed something.” he offered her a bigger smile as he held up the pepper between them. “It’d be a shame to leave it there, when you look so beautiful and relaxed after all that.”

“Oh, Wow I really did miss that,” Hitomi replied with a smile. She felt a slight blush rise to her cheeks as she said the word ‘beautiful’ when describing her. “B..Beautiful? Well...I hardly feel that way,” she replied sheepishly turning her back to him. Everyday she heard how stupid, useless, and ugly she was. How she was worthless, but yet this one samurai, he greeted her with such warmth, such happiness all the time.

“Um, can you check to make sure I didn’t miss anything else?” She felt bad asking him to check, but in a way, she just wanted him to brush his hand through her hair once more.

He smiled, “if that is what you want,” he reached up and gently raked his calloused fingers through her chestnut locks. “You know,” he offered quietly, voice shaking slightly, “you could have just asked me, if you wanted me to do this.” he hadn’t known Hitomi for long, but he knew her well enough, to know when she wanted something for herself...and know she wasn’t a vain person. “What right do I have to deny you comfort?” he rested his forehead against hers, already starting to feel his body starting to relax, much more and become comfortable around her. “I’ll do whatever Hitomi-chan asks.”

Hitomi’s shoulders lowered as she sat on the tatami floor as Heisuke ran his fingers through her hair. It was so intoxicating, the way he was so gentle with her even though he had battle-hardened hands. As he leaned his forehead against hers she smiled. “Heisuke, you’ve done far more for me than anyone else already,” she said in a whisper, “I couldn’t ask you for anything more, especially on my behalf.” Her eyes were a mix of sadness yet happiness as her hand brushed aside a piece of his hair. “If anything, I am the one who owes you for your kindness,” her finger briefly traced his strong jawline before pulling away. “I should be doing what you ask of me.”

He frowned for a moment, he still felt bad that Serizawa-san treated her, and yet she was telling him that she should be doing what he asked of her. He closed his eyes for a moment, as his head continued to rest against hers, and thought. Slowly he changed the angle he was at and pressed his lips against hers in a feather light kiss, his hand reaching up and behind to rub her neck with his thumb, his free hand reaching out and pulling her closer to him. Was this enough of a question for her? Did this convey his emotions to her? Did he really have to ask?

Hitomi was surprised as she felt his lips, ever so briefly press against hers. His hands were pulling her in close. He was staring into her eyes, it was as if he was longing for her. “Heisuke, Heisuke...you..you want...me?” She whispered in surprise, “But why...I’m not--.” Suddenly his lips were against hers, firmer this time sucking the air from her lungs. She felt him grasp her tighter, more aggressively as to show her that he did want her. The next thing she knew her back was on the floor and he was staring down at her, almost angrily. “Did I say something wrong Heisuke?” she asked.

“You're not what?” he questioned her, emerald staring into hazel, “worthy?” he chuckled lightly as he leaned down and kissed along her jawline. “That’s a lie.” he offered her before placing a quick peck to her lips. “If either of us is unworthy of the other, it’s me.” he laughed lightly, as he nuzzled his nose against her neck. “Don’t you hate me for being affiliated with Serizawa-san?” he carefully picked his words, and didn’t pull away to look her in her eyes, afraid to actually know the truth.

“H...Heisuke,” she stuttered out as her heart beat rapidly in her chest, “How could I ever hate you? I can’t even hate Serizawa himself because if he never took me in exchange for the debt I would have...I would have never come here…” Her hand broke free, turning his jaw lightly to face her once more. “That means we would have never met...so no, I can’t hate anyone here.” Her warm, soft eyes watered ever so slightly, and her hand wavered while touching his skin. “Heisuke,” Hitomi’s voice grew raspy, “please, don’t look away from me ever again.”

A shy smile came to his face, “‘Tomi-chan,” from the moment they ran into each other that day, her with Serizawa’s food all over her, to now…he couldn’t deny how happy she made him, and if she wanted him to keep his eyes locked on hers...then he would do his absolute best to do so. “I’m glad I met you too Hitomi.” if they were going to get serious, he needed to stop calling her such a cutesy name, he couldn’t picture himself climbing over the metaphorical edge that Sano-san and Shinpatsu always talked about… whilst screaming out ‘Hitomi-chan~’ If he was going to venture into adult territory, he needed to become more like an adult.

Carefully, his hand wandered downward, and slipped inside the yukata she was wearing. Shin and Sano always talked about how much of a turn on sex sounds were, he wondered if they were just exaggerating, but also wondered what Hitomi’s sex sounds sounded like. Carefully he palmed the mound of flesh that greeted his hand, and massaged it gently, bending his head if only to give her sweet kisses against her neck.

Hitomi’s breathing grew more into a pant as his hands wandered atop her and his lips teased at the nape of her neck. Each time she felt the warmth of his breathe she found herself growing more excited, more desperate for him. Her hand raised and grabbed ahold his shoulder tightly whenever he made her skin rise with desire. “Heisuke,” she said before pressing a feverish kiss of her own against his lips. “Please, make me yours,” she begged, “I don’t want to belong to anyone else.”

After stripping her down, and staring at her body for a brief moment, he took his time kissing, teasing and loving it. But now it was time for his clothes to come off, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it. “H..hitomi-chan…” there it was again...however this time, he wasn’t sure if she’d wanted to continue this. She’d gone this far with him, but would she go to the ends of the world with him, and meet him at the peak? “Are you sure you want to do this?” he closed his eyes and turned his head away from her once more.

Her body trembled, but only because she feared rejection, not the act that was about to take before he showed hesitation. “Heisuke,” Hitomi’s hand reached up and turned him back to face her once more, “Please don’t look away from me, it makes me feel...unwanted.” Her eyes gazed up at him, begging him to give her this one selfish moment in time. If she was going to give herself to someone she wanted it to be with him, not with Serizawa or one of his goons. “Heisuke...please.” Hitomi begged aloud once more, “I want you.”

He leaned back, and quickly stripped himself of his yukata, happy that today was his day off...thinking off all the padding he typically wore stressed him out currently. Once completely undressed, he leaned forward once more, looking into her eyes… as he awkwardly reached down with a hand to help guide himself inside. “R..ready ‘Tomi?” he was nervous, this would be his first time, and he knew he’d been so sloppy and all over the place so far….what if he wasn’t what she really wanted after he’d gotten aligned and pushed himself in? But she kept saying yes, and so there wasn’t much more he could take, he was straining and painful already...and wanted release.

Very gently he guided himself inside, watching her face, Sano and Shinpatsu had both mentioned so many things to him about sex...both having different experiences upon entering. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he also didn’t want to hold it out either, so when he was finally in he leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. “Still with me?”

“Mmmhmm,” She mumbled while nodding her head. It ached at first, but now? Now she desired him to venture further inside her. Hitomi looked up and into his eyes, “please, keep going Heisuke.” Her body arched a bit, her legs spreading further apart as if she was welcoming him in. Her hands grasped ahold of his, once again showing she wanted more.

“Hnnng.” he huffed out as he pushed the rest of the way in, and then when he was pleased with the friction, and how it felt...he quickly pulled back out and pushed himself back in, his face coming to rest in the valley of her breasts. “H...hitomi….” he moaned, as he continued to pull out and push in, and loved the sweet sweet friction it created.

Hitomi’s pants quickly turned into quiet moans of bliss as Heisuke rocked himself back and forth. Her hands found themselves wandering the bare skin of his back and shoulders, pulling the warmth of his body closer to hers. “Heisuke...I,” she stuttered out, “uhhh...more...don’t stop.” She felt so selfish so dirty in the way she begged for more from him. She had never wanted anything so much in her life. “Please...Heisuke!” her pitch was raising as her body started to tighten around him.

“Oh gods,” he hissed, as he felt her walls begin to tighten around her, and moved a hand to pull a leg up and around her hip...wondering if it would give him better access. “‘Tomi,” he huffed out against her chest, before carefully taking the peak of a breast into his mouth, suckling it on it as he thrust into her as hard as he was able to. “‘Tomi.” he moaned her name, as his manhood entered her, rubbing against her tightness...bringing him ever closer.

A gasp escaped her as he thrust and encased her breast in the warmth of his mouth. As his tongue flickered against her body Hitomi could no longer utter words, just sounds of heavy breathing and low moans. Her back arched again, taking every inch of him that she could while feeling her legs begin to shake and toes curl. “Ah..Heis...Heis...ke!” her body shuddered as it tightened, and she collapsed back onto the floor.

She was just so...damn...tight...around him, he couldn’t help it, but stumble over the top of that metaphorical mountain that Sano and Shin always bragged about when talking about sex. “Uuunnngggg” he moaned out unintelligibly as he thrust into her a few more times, until he finally came inside of her, “H...hi….’Tomi!” he cried out, nuzzling against her chest once more, like he had at the start. He was to tired to move, but smart enough to encase her safely in his arms as he rolled to the side.

“Heisuke,” Hitomi muttered quietly, “...arigatou.” Her hands covered his as she laid beside him. After a few moments Hitomi’s breathing finally slowed, and while her body was sweaty and sticky with the scent of sex she slipped off to sleep from the exhaustion. “Mmm, so warm, don’t leave me ever Heisuke.”

“Oi, Heisuke...Heisuke wake up!”

“Ugh Sano it looks like we are going to have to carry him home from Shimibara,” Shinpachi scoffed. As he looked at the drunken, passed out friend on the floor. “Baka...I wonder what he’s dreaming about that has him grinning so much.” Sano chuckled while pouring the last tokkuri of sake into two cups, “Probably Dango...let him sleep for a bit longer, we have to finish this bottle off after all.”

“Right, okay,” Shinpachi said sitting back down, “So as you were saying, that Hitomi girl...she sure is a looker isn’t she?”

“Hmmmm,” Heisuke moaned in his sleep, as he hugged the floor cushion tightly, his grin only growing as he continued to sleep. “Hitomiiiiii…!”

Both men turned their attention to Heisuke after he moaned her name. “No..He couldn’t be,” Shin muttered while staring at him, “It has to be a coincidence.” Sanosuke however had a look that was more filled with anger as he glared sharply. Sano growled as he clasped the sake cup so tight that it could crack. “He could never handle a true woman like her in real life,” he thought trying to push aside his jealous feelings. Suddenly a chuckle broke free “He can dream a boy’s dream, but in the end I’ll be the one to win her heart,” he assured himself quietly as he raised the sake to his lips once more.

#nsfw #one shot #Hakuouki #heisuke x oc #toudou heisuke #Hitomi Suzume #mentions of #harada sanosuke #nagakura shinpachi

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Title: Warmth Rating: PG Pairing: Harada/Hitomi Disclaiming: I do not own Harada Sanosuke or his Hakuouki likeness, and Hitomi belongs to @tsuki-no-ookami <3 NOTE: This started out as some feel good RP, but turned into a cute and fluffy oneshot. Harada is written by @thesweateristoobig and Hitomi is written by her owner/ @tsuki-no-ookami <3 Enjoy my lovelies! Summary: It started with a sniffle, then a sneezing fit, like most colds...

It started with a sniffle, then a sneezing fit, and now his Tsuma was leaning against him sick and tired as he traveled back to their room in the compound with her. “I told you not to play around in the rain,” he scolded her playfully, who could help themselves when Shigeru was so eager to and had his mind set on something? And in all honesty, he was just glad that his son hadn’t caught sick with his mother, something must have already had her immune system down and out as it were.

“Mmmmm, If I remember correctly I told him not to play in the rain,” she sighed lightly while walking beside him, soaked completely to the bone. “Then Shinpachi encouraged it, so I had to chase after them.” Hitomi had to slow her pace as a pain hit her chest, and a cough rose in her throat. Her lungs shuddered and she felt herself cling to his arm much tighter afterwards. “Alright,” he brushed his hand up against the skin of her forehead, sweeping her sweaty bangs away from her skin. “Tsuma, I didn’t think it’d take this quick.” he laughed lightly, she was probably just hot from all the exertion, they were out in the common area when her coughing fit started...and he had checked then for fever. “Alright we’re almost there, hold on a bit more.” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, before deciding to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way.

Once he picked her up she coughed lightly into her hand, resting against his chest. Closing her eyes she enjoyed the warmth from his arms. “Who knew I could feel so chilled in the summer,” Hitomi said quietly as the thunder echoed in the compound. Her cheeks flushed and her nose started to turn a light pink as she nuzzled up to him. He laughed lightly, “Well you are soaked to the bone,” he’d have to get her out of those wet clothes and into something dry, before he could even get the futon settled. He had a checklist forming in his head, and as he got back to their room, he carefully set her down on one of the stools. “Hold tight.” his voice was quiet, trying to be respectful of her need for rest. “I’ll grab you one of your sleeping yukata’s.” With wide strides he makes it across the room in seconds, and he’s helping her peal out of the damp clothing. She just seems so tired. “Tsuma,” is it the wetness from the rain, or the sweat from the fever? He’s unsure but he was almost positive that these clothes were close to dry when they started. “How long did you stay in these wet clothes before you thought to come in and get dry?” he asked her, as he continued to try and peel them off of her.

“Well, after I chased them down Okita-san needed help so I went and got his medicine,” she explained before letting out a tiny sneeze, “Then Saitou-san mentioned that Kondou-san and HIjikata-san had guests, so I went and made them some tea and delivered it, then by the time I got back Shigeru was back outside with both Shin and Heisuke-kun.” Hitomi frowned slightly, realizing that once again he was likely going to lecture her about taking care of everyone else first and not herself. “I’m...I’m sorry Sanosuke…” She pulled the cloth to her skin to try to dry herself off.

He sighed, “what am I going to do with you Tsuma?” he wrapped the white piece of cloth around her tightly, “Now because of your kindness, you have a fever and a cold.” he wasn’t exactly mad at her, he knew that she couldn’t help it, however sometimes he wished she would treat herself with a bit more kindness. “Here tie this up for me, I’m going to grab you a towel.” he smiled at her as he stood and walked to the door, peeking his head out before turning down the hall a small bit where there was a linens supply room and grabbed a few towels and a washcloth before heading back.

Once he entered the room, he made his way back to the stool and his wife and threw the towel over her head, “you are allowed to be selfish Tsuma. No one here will judge you for it, could you think of no one else to make the tea for Kondou-san’s guests?” he asked as he carefully worked at drying her hair. “Or give Souji his medication?” he pulled the towel down and away from her face, so he could look her in the eyes, “one of these days you will work yourself to death.” his voice was serious now. “We don’t want that now do we?” he bent down and kissed her lips. “You are far too precious.” a smile and he turned around, “Alright let me get the futon ready, then I’ll get a water basin, gotta get this fever down.”

Hitomi knew he was right, she was juggling far too much right now and likely worked herself to hard that she grew sick. However with the expansion of the Shinsengumi, Sannan taking over the fury experiments, and just the boys coming back in worse shape than usual she’s been working more than ever. “I’m sorry...It’s just I feel like I need to help them, just like they all helped me,” she admitted softly, “I was never one to speak up for myself before...but I’ll try harder, I promise Sanosuke.” She smiled at him, “and I’ll start asking for help as well...perhaps Hijikata-san can have everyone start pitching in again now that the ranks have grown.” “I’m sure Saitou would have been more than happy to serve that tea.” he smiled as he finished laying out the futon and turned to smile at her, “come Tsuma,” he knew she was tired, and maybe letting her move completely on her own wasn’t such the best idea, so he reached his arms out for her. “Here I’ll help,” he offered her, as he grasped onto her waist, “I know you are not helpless, but give me this.” he teased her lightly. For once he wanted to take care of her the way she took care of them.

“Oh...uh...of course.” Hitomi’s cheeks flushed as he reached out and gently grabbed ahold of her waist, pulling her towards the futon. She let him guide her over before slowly kneeling down, then lying down. It felt so soft, and she wouldn’t admit it aloud but it had been the first time all day she’d sat down to rest. “Arigatou, Sanosuke.” Her hand slowly reached over and took ahold of his, intertwining her small, thin fingers.

He smiled down at her, “You're welcome Tsuma,” he bent down and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Does anything hurt?” she had to have a headache at least...don’t fevers when high enough create headaches? He’s trying to figure out what other things he needs to get for her, somewhere he knows there’s a stash of medications, he could easily get his hands on the one for her fever. Or even ask Sannan or Yamazaki for something. “Tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you.”

“No, I just feel very cold,” she replied looking up into his eyes filled with concern, “Perhaps some tea with honey would help...and maybe…” Her voice trailed off as three tiny sneezes occurred, followed by chills moving up her arms. “...Maybe you can also, just...stay here...with me?” They were husband and wife, and they had a child together, but right now if she was allowed to be selfish, then she wanted him to be by her. He’d stacked the futon with extra blankets, and she was still cold…it was because of the fever...right? He tried to think of all of the things he knew of illnesses, which weren’t much...usually Hitomi took care of Shigeru when he was sick, and he tried to stay out of the medical ward… He’d never actually been sick a day in his life, he didn’t know how this worked at all..

“Maybe you can also, just...stay here...with me?” she just wanted him to stay? He couldn’t argue with that, but did she still want that tea? “Tsuma…?” he crouched down next to her, “you still want that tea first?” his voice was soft, a hand smoothing through her hair. “I can go make it and come back, if that is what you want?”

Her hand tugged at his, “the tea can wait…” Hitomi knew that sometimes the best medicine was just having someone be close to you, caring for you. Sanosuke was taking his time, trying to do everything he could for her -- but while all that was kind, she really just wanted him next to her. “I think I need my tenth division captain blanket,” she teased. “Is that so?” he teased lightly, as he found himself laid down next to her, so that they were facing each other, and his arms wrapped around her. “I think I can supply a warm… dry… blanket for you,” his eyebrows wriggled only a small bit, before his forehead came to rest against hers, at first to check her temperature once more...but staying there out of comfort. “I love you Tsuma.” he’d found a lowered tone of voice to use, realizing that his loud and usually boastful tone would be too much right now, and was still struggling to get it just right. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner.” he’s arms were lightly rubbing her back, sure that he had heard Souji and the others complain about how their muscles hurt when they are sick. “Does that feel good?”

“Hai, It does Sanosuke,” she replied closing her eyes to rest for a few moments. “And you don’t need to apologize, you were on rounds keeping the city safe…” Her nose lightly nuzzled against his, “...and now you're here, helping to slay the cold that plagues me.” Hitomi’s lips smiled, her cheeks flushed with warmth from him being so close, “...I couldn’t ask for anything more.” Her hand reached up, her fingers tracing his jaw, “I love you Sanosuke.”

He always knew she was special, from the moment he met her, but that just then…”Tsuma…” he smiled, rubbing a little deeper into her muscles, he could feel knots that were surely from everyday work as well as her cold. He wanted to tell her that he loved her again, because only Hitomi could make him crazy with so much emotion, but he knew she knew...so instead he opted to place a kiss against her temple. “Try and rest,” his own voice tired from the his rounds, but one thing he’d never tire of, was this. “I’m right here.” he promised her.

Hitomi nodded her head, letting her eyes close and her mind began to drift off to the sound of his breathing. I love you Sanosuke, I’m so lucky that you found me. Finally she felt so warm, so comfortable, that she melted into a dream, leaving her cold behind. Her breathing slowed, however her hand didn’t let go of his, not even for a moment.

He smiled as he watched her sleep, her hand in his, his free hand coming up to comb through her hair. “Love you Tsuma,” his voice was so quiet, lower than a whisper even, and he wasn’t sure if it was a thought in his head or if he’d actually said it out loud...just soft enough not to disturb her. ‘Sleep tight.’ he watched as her face relaxed with her breathing and felt a bit of relief, while her body was still warm, her breathing was much more relaxed then it was before and that made him relax, where he was tense before. ‘To who ever is listening up there… thank you.’

#One Shot #Hakuouki #harada sanosuke #Hitomi Suzume #Harada x OC #Harada x Hitomi #Harada/Hitomi #Mentions of #saitou hajime #hijikata toshizo #kondou isami #okita souji #sannan keisuke #yamazaki susumu

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sono-michii · 9 years ago

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Open for Requests

Sadly some personal things have happened in life and I have fallen out of the habit of daily writing rituals. So I am taking writing requests, to get myself back into the habit! If you head over to @thesweateristoobig and go through my tags you’ll see things that interest me, which will be easier for me to write. AUs are welcome, feel free to give me as much or as little information as you please, I do write smut, I will write gay smut ♡ Send requests to inbox, is my only requirement, so I can keep track ♡

#open for requests #requests open #do all the things

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sono-michii · 9 years ago

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Night Time Rituals

This is something I wrote to read for my moms funeral... I thought I’d share it. It is in story form, as It is written as a “Last goodbye” and as a memory. These are legit the rituals between my mom and on.

"Mama, it's time to go to bed," I'd say, and carefully let the leg of your lazyboy down.. You've fallen asleep right in the middle of one of our favorite tv shows, but that's okay, I'm prepared for this. "Do you want your orange perfection?" I ask you as I carefully pull you up out of the chair and we go into your room together... because you are just so so so sleepy. And you answer me with "Yes," and list off the other things that you need for the night (the telephone [in case Kristin calls] and a cup of ice [in case you wake up choking]). I go to the kitchen and I scoop your orange sherbet, and you can see me in the picture hanging on the wall and you call to me "Not to much! and DON'T WASTE ANY!" and I call back "Mama I know!" but I still make you a big bowl, because I know if it's too small, you'll page me on the telecom and want more. Then I put it in the microwave like you always ask me to, and you call out to me again "NOT TOO LONG!" and I laugh and call back "I know mama~!" I put the sherbet in for the amount of time I feel is appropriate to the amount in the bowl, and some how it still comes out really soupy... and I bring it to you... and I apologize to you, and you and I both laugh as you take the bowl and you say "it's fine." but your still teasing me about it. I sit with you in bed for a minute, and wait for you to pick whatever you want to watch, and then we hug once... and you arr freaking out about the remote, because if I'm not careful... I'll change the channel, and you'll lose your show (which is usually some sort of crime show) and I am always teasing you, "Are you sure you really want to watch this before going to bed?" and you laugh at me and say "Yeah, I'm sure." You look at your sherbet, then at the tv, then at me.. This is my cue, "I better go or it'll melt more mama..." I say and you are obviously waiting for me to say what I'm going to say next. "I love you mama," I say and I lean in and give her a tight hug. "I'll see you in the morning, and if you need anything, you page me." and you hug me back, because you know I need it, "I love you too." I say I love you maybe nine more times, because I love you THAT much, and if something were to happen to you, I want you to know that you are loved. Before I leave the room I tell you that your not allowed to die, and I hug you one more time, and you promise me that you'll be there in the morning.. In the nightly rituals we do, this will be the last good night, as I say goodbye.

#tachi writes #I love you mom #I am sorry that I couldn't have done better #But I'll live a better life for you.

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[D.Grayman] I’m Here

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Title: I’m Here Rating: M Pairing: Lavi/Lenalee, yes there are weird mentions of Allen. Disclaiming: I do not own the characters, they belong to Hosino-senseiii~ NOTE: Sexual themes again, be careful when reading and don't read unless you are adulty :\ Also if this is a spoiler for anyone still... I just can’t with you. Summary: somewhere between China and Edo, he realized that he’d crossed that line, and he could never go back.

It wasn’t hard to see that he loved her. That he was almost willing to give up his position as the successor to the Bookman line just to be with her. It wasn’t hard to see that he needed her to be able to make it through the day, needed to be by her side, needed to be able to reassure himself that she was well protected and safe. And when he, himself realized this, he wondered if there was ever a chance that he could turn back from his sins. He was supposed to be an unfeeling man, someone that just viewed from the sidelines as the battle around him raged on. But somewhere between China and Edo, he realized that he’d crossed that line, and he could never go back. Sure he’d had other friends around him that he had to focus on; Miranda and her innocence protecting the ship as they moved threw the ocean, Krory and his need for Akuma blood to keep his innocence sustained. Not to mention the deck hands and Mahoja and Anita. They were all important to him, but his mind seemed to settle on one person, and her grief for another. “There’s nothing you could have done.” he said angrily, “There was nothing any of us could have done, Lenalee.” he wanted to embrace her but he could almost feel Bookman’s presence looming over him and he knew he was already going to get an earful for saying as much as he had. But he’d never expected to be reminded of how heartless he was supposed to be. Emotionless. It tore him up inside, and he left the room to get some air. “There’s not much I can really do in this situation.” he laughed to himself as he looked down at the last piece of Allen they had to hold on to. “I don’t think you're dead.” He mumbled to the card bitterly. “But we’ll let it play out for a little while longer.” When he’d calmed himself enough he turned around and walked back into the room they all shared, only to find Lenalee sitting staring out the window he’d broken earlier. “Lavi.” she whispered, but it was loud enough that he’d heard her and he knew that she’d been waiting for him to come into the room. Been waiting for him to comfort her. At least, that’s what he tried to let his mind reason. “I’m sorry.” she said softly. He wanted to rush over to her and hold her close to him, promise her that Allen was okay and that he’d make it all alright for her. But he knew that as a bookman he needed to keep some sort of composure about himself. He closed his eyes tight and tried to think of what he should do, and slowly he felt his body moving closer to her. “Lenalee,” his hands were on her shoulders and suddenly he was holding her close to him. “Lenalee.” he was in as much pain as she was inside, but for different reasons. When he felt her body start to shake with sobs he laid his head against hers and squeezed his eyes shut tight. “I’m here now Lenalee.” he said quietly. “I know I’m not Allen, but I’m not going to let you go.” he felt her arms wrap around him tightly and he knew that she was glad for the comfort. And suddenly he hoped he’d locked the door, or that some god would keep Gramps away from the room at least for a little bit while he was going against his training. Going against everything he was taught and showing his raw emotion for the girl he loved. She wouldn’t look up at him, even when she’d finally calmed down. She was afraid that he’d have that sad look on his face and that would be confirmation enough for her that her best friend had in fact been killed by the Noah Tyki Mikk. She just wanted to stay with him. It didn’t matter what they did or how long they held on to each other, not speaking. She’d rather feel Lavi there with her than be alone. “I love you.” he wasn’t thinking. He really wasn’t thinking, and he was sure that he was going to be shoved away any minute no doubt about it. Lenalee didn’t need that right then. She needed someone that’d comfort her, not confess their undying love to her while the person she really loves was MIA. He stood there frozen in position not even sure if there was something he could do to rectify what he’d just done. And finally she looked up at him, “You love me?” she asked quietly as she reached up to touch his face. She knew that there was so much about Lavi she didn’t know or understand but suddenly she didn’t feel so lonely. “Do you?” she asked as if she was confused by what it was he’d said. He wasn’t sure how to answer that at all beside to bend a little and press his lips against her swollen face, kissing away her tears that had seemingly started falling during their embrace, (probably hours ago) he noted to himself as he continued down one side and switched to the other. Then when he’d finished he met her lips in a very soft very brief kiss. “Lenalee,” he placed a finger under her chin so she’d look at him. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you.” he laughed a little. “I know that sounds horrible, doesn’t it?” And she nodded but she didn’t look away from his suddenly bright green eye, “I’ve loved you so long, Lenalee.” he closed it for a moment trying to get a hold of his emotions but that didn’t stop the tear that fell. “It hurts when you go off and think more of Allen when I’m always right in front of you. Always offering you whatever you need.” And suddenly she was ashamed. “I’m sorry Lavi.” she buried her face in his chest. “I’m sorry I’ve hurt you so badly.” He shook his head, “Let’s not think of that.” he raised her head again. “Let’s think of happy things.” he tried to encourage. “Like when we get home and everyone will be there. Your brother will be waiting his arms open, tears in his eyes probably.” “And Allen.” she smiled up at Lavi. “Our friend, he’ll come home too.” He nodded and grasped her hands in his, “It’ll be okay, Lenalee.” he smiled. “Because it can only get better from here.” he felt her nuzzling his neck and he smiled. “Are you tired?” She nodded, “I’ll tuck you in.” He teased. “I know how much you love it when Komui comes in and tucks you in at night.” Lenalee looked up at him questionly, “And how would you know something like that Lavi?” He laughed nervously, “Well, I kind of have a security golem set up in your room.” And suddenly she wasn’t so suprised. “What? WHY?!” she was clearly embarrassed. “Well because,” he blushed madly. “I like to watch over you sometimes.” he tried to think of how to explain the next part. “And well, I’m not particularly immune to the human condition of wanting to see a woman’s body. Particularly the one I’d like to touch.” he smirked. Lenalee blushed a bright shade of red, she wasn’t sure how she should react to this situation. “L-lavi.” he didn’t really give her time to either. He had her backed against the wall, tears flowing from his visible eye. He shook his head as if to tell her to be quiet, “You went with Allen,” he said quietly as if he was possessed as his hand moved up her side. “You went with Allen and that could have been you.” He laid his head against her shoulder facing her neck and placed little kisses against it. “B-but it wasn’t me.” she wanted to say, but she couldn’t argue him. Not like this, so she just clung to him. Letting the tears soak into her dress. “I could have lost you Lenalee.” He opened the top of the dress. “I could have never seen you again. It could have been Allen that came back and begged me to go hunting for you.” he was clinging to her as he placed little kisses from her neck to her chest. He fell to his knees before her and tried his hardest to get a handle on his emotions but it was so hard. The object of his affection, she was standing before him, half naked and she wasn’t complaining about it. And he just wanted her to make his racing thoughts stop. And almost as if on cue he felt her soft arms wrap around his head and hold him close to her chest. “Your not going to lose me Lavi.” She said softly trying to be strong for both of them. “I’ll always be right here.” she placed a kiss on top of his head. “Right here waiting for you to come home to me.” she knew his mind was wrapped around the haze of thoughts of a death that hadn’t even happened, wrapped around what if scenarios. She reached down and pushed her tattered dress the rest of the way off of her body and he pulled a way for a moment to look up at her. “I’ll show you I’m still here Lavi. I’ll show you I’m still in front of you.” she stroked his face gently and pushed the rest of her garments off. “L-lenalee.” he looked at her. He wasn’t sure what he should do. And suddenly without thinking a hand darted out and he was stroking her thigh while his mouth devoured one of her breasts. And he heard her soft sigh. He could hear her but it wasn’t enough for him, he needed to feel her. His hand moved carefully up her thigh and into the tangle of curls where he rested it for a moment as if he was thinking about what he was doing next. Then without warning a finger slipped in and he heard her sigh again, this time louder then before. He kept nibbling on her nipple, he was sure by the time he’d finished it’d be bloody but he didn’t care right now. He just wanted to feel her. Hear her. “L-lavi.” she stuttered as she felt him slip another finger insider her. She tried so hard to keep her hips from bucking against his hand but she couldn’t help herself. She was new to these feelings and she wondered if she was saving them for Lavi. But she’d come back to those thoughts later. Right now he was making her feel hazy and soon she wouldn’t be able to stand anymore. “L-lavi.” she tried to get his attention. “Lavi take me to the bed.” she said quietly. And suddenly she was picked up and they moved quicker then she even was aware Lavi knew how to move. In seconds Lenalee was on one of the beds and Lavi had his clothes stripped off. His tears were still falling, and she couldn’t help but hold her arms out to him as he fell into her. “I’m here.” she said again as if to remind herself even that she was there, and suddenly his fingers were dancing against her skin again. She reached up and stroked his face gently taking some of the tears with her as she went. “I’m here.” she smiled as his fingers entered her again, this time it seemed more painful then the first. (was that a third finger?) She closed her eyes tightly for a moment but then smiled as if it didn’t matter and her hands traveled down his body slowly at first, but when it seemed as if he approved of her touches she went faster. And the moment she reached his cock, she wrapped her had around it gently. “Unnn” he moaned a little. That was all he could do, it was all he was willing to do in front of Lenalee. He’d already showed her so many weaknesses. She took that as a sign that it was okay and started to move up the shaft slowly, teasingly at first as if to reaffirm her previous statement. And through gritted teeth she managed a very strangled “I’m here.” as if saying it was going to change anything. And soon her strokes became faster as he became pumping his fingers inside of her faster. And Suddenly he stopped, pulled his hand out and looked down at her as if to ask a silent question, tears falling from his face onto hers. She closed her eyes and nodded, and wondered if she might regret this later. But right now it didn’t matter. Lavi mattered. And as soon as his fingers were gone from her she felt something else nudging at her entrance. Nothing needed to be said between either of them as he carefully guided himself in, watching the pain on her face. He’d apologize later but for now, he needed the comfort only she could give him. And When he was fully inside of her and he could truly admire her tears he felt her pull him close to her. “L-lavi.” she’d broken the silence between them. “I’m not going to let you feel lonely ever again.” she said quietly, holding him so tightly. She felt him nod his response and then she knew that they were both ready. “It’s okay now.” She smiled at him. And suddenly without warning he pulled out of her and pushed back in, and then again and again. The first few times hurt horribly, but as he did it more her body seemed to relax around him and she wanted to feel him more, deeper. She threw her legs around him and tried to make their bodies come together as closely as possible as he seemed to understand her unspoken request and pound into her harder. They wouldn’t speak anymore, there’d be time for that. Now it was time to show each other their feelings through touch. They both understood that, and as they moved together it was as if it made perfect sense to both of them. That they’d finally came together, and while under miserable pretenses they would always be able to offer each other the comfort they needed. And suddenly everything became bright lights and euphoria for Lenalee as she came, her walls closing in tight around Lavi. She closed her eyes and tried to continue moving with him as he kept going. He wasn’t ready to stop yet, and while she felt tight like this he felt ungodly amazing inside of her. She clung to him hoping that he’d join her soon. And he did, he joined her in bliss only moments later as he slammed inside of her and his juices shot inside. Both feeling complete, feeling loved, knowing that they weren’t alone anymore clung to each other as their high settled. The center of their worlds, their obsessions before them, loving them, holding them, offering them so much.

#Tachi writes #Lavilena #RabiRena #Lavi x lenalee #Lavi #lenalee lee #D.Grayman #DGM

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[D.Grayman] All She Had

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Title: All She Had Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Kanda/Lenalee Disclaimer: I do not own the characters they belong to Hoshino-sensei Theme: All That I have Requested by: on livejournal forever ago darkroots495 Summary: It was a simple meeting in the hallway, but how did it turn into this? Beta-ed: NO, so be warned XD

He was a simple man, with non-complex feelings. If he didn’t like something he’d simply let you know it, and if he wanted to be near you he’d be near you. His heart was easily closed off to most people, but there was one little ray of light that seemed to lighten his world, within all of it’s darkness. He leaned cooly against a pillar and watched as the girl walked down the stairs, babbling on about whatever the news was today with the moyashi, and Usagi beside her. Somewhere in his mind he wondered if that could ever be him walking beside her not them, and quickly dismissed the thought. ‘Che, what does it matter anyways.’ he huffed as he pushed himself off the pillar and walked past them going the opposite direction, eyes lingering on her a little longer then they should have. He knew better then to let silly things like girls get in the way of his work, but this wasn’t a girl, and work could wait. He turned around and watched as they retreated further down the staircase and into the shadows of the hall. To him, Lenalee was beautiful, full of grace... Every little cliche thing he could think of. But he doubted that he could ever find it in himself to tell her how he really felt about her. So he pushed himself harder, trained more, meditated when no one was around, and made sure to avoid her at all costs. If she’d come close to him, he’d just not speak, and if she tried to talk to him he’d make up some stupid excuse to get away from her. There were some exceptions to the rules he set forth though, if she needed him in any way, he’d always be there to offer her some sort of support in his own sort of way. He’d protect her from afar and she’d never realize it. “Ne, Kanda-san.” A delicate hand waved in front of his face. “Kanda-san are you alright?” came an even more delicate and beautiful voice. He looked around, no one was with her, it was just him and her this time. “Are you feeling alright?” she asked again as if he’d not heard it the first time. He would have smiled, even for her but he couldn’t bring himself to do so this time. “Che, of course I’m fine.” but that didn’t satisfy the angel in front of him as she reached out with the back of her hand and placed it on his forehead. He shook it off and glared at her lightly, causing her to pout. “Kanda-san I’ve been calling to you for ten minutes now.” she explained looking up at the taller man, “I wanted to know if you wanted to sit with me on the roof at dinner time.” she smiled kindly at him. “We haven’t talked in ages and I wanted to be near you for a while.” Everything in him told him to say no, that it was a bad idea, “Yes, that’s fine.” he put a hand on her head and inwardly smiled, he’d missed being near her, even just touching her hair was some sort of comfort to him, but he wanted more. “No wait.” he grasped her hand and pulled her against him, “Do you have something sooner?” he asked his cheeks a little flushed. Lenalee didn’t really understand what he was trying to get at but she nodded. “I have all the time in the world for my family!” she smiled, and the ice around his heart almost melted. “Why is something wrong Kanda-kun?” “Come with me somewhere.” he said simply, grasping her hand and pulling her along the corridor to his room. “Please don’t say no.” he whispered into her ear as he shut the door behind them. He wasn’t going to get on his knees and beg her for this, he just simply needed to feel her, be with her and god just having her this close was sinful enough. She looked at him cluelessly, but everything was answered as his lips fumbled over hers, and at first she was shy about repaying him the courtesy of it, but then she became comfortable with his lips against hers. After several seconds she pulled away from him and looked up. “K-kanda-san.” she breathed out trying to understand what it was that was about to happen. He picked her up and led her over to his bed, “This will be the most comfortable way,” He smile down at her, “If we’re standing we’ll make to much noise.” he nuzzled against her neck, face coming in contact with the coolness of his pillows and he shivered. He wondered if she would have the same reaction when he took her clothes off of her. She blushed, it was strange a man that never showed anything but a passionate dislike for everything, suddenly was asking her not to turn him away. She loved him, she couldn’t do that to him. Reaching up she pulled his head down and their lips met again as if in answer to his question again, and when she pulled away she smiled at him, reaching up and starting to unbutton his shirt. “I’d never say no to you.” she whispered, but it seemed to echo off the walls anyways. He didn’t bother with the buttons, he moved her hands aside and ripped the shirt off of him, god he’d waited forever for her to touch him, and now she was before him, he wasn’t going to waste it on the slower unsatisfactory parts. Reaching down, he pulled the shirt she was wearing off of her with ease and stared at her body. It really was amazing and he wanted to touch it more and more. Tentatively he reached a calloused hand out and brushed over a nipple, and watched as she made a strange face. He did it again and this time it created a gasp of pleasure, she’d been wanting this as much as he had he could tell. Her untouched skin would never be the same after tonight. “K-kanda-san...” she whimpered and yanked on his hair pulling his mouth down to cover one of her pert nipples. He smirked against her skin and sucked hard, causing her back to arch up in an almost painful position and a cry came from her mouth. He wasn’t going to waste his time being soft and gentle, He knew it was her first time, and it was his too, but to much pent up emotion for the girl before him begged for something rougher then that. He buried his head in between her breasts as he reached down and unzipped her skirt, Even if she begged him to stop he didn’t think he could anymore, he’d had a taste of her skin and wanted to taste more. As he pushed the skirt off her legs, then came the panties and his hand came back up her legs slowly teasing her as he did so. Once he reached her core, he slipped two fingers inside and sighed at the feel of her tight body around the fingers. If that was how tight she was now, how would it feel when he was truly inside of her? He closed his eyes and latched his mouth onto a breast as his fingers worked her below pumping un-mercilessly at her, playing with her clit at times. But now, with Lenalee teetering on the edge he was wondering if he could get her to actually come, he slid his mouth down her body and once he got to the apex of her sex he inserted his tongue, receiving a cry from her. He licked up, then plunged into her several times, waiting for what Lavi had described to him once as a tightness and then slick moisture. He wanted to feel that with Lenalee, no one else, just her. He closed his eyes and continued to pump his tongue in and out of her, stroking her sides, as if to coax her along. And without much of a warning the walls around his tongue tightened and that moisture that Lavi had told him about seeped out onto his tongue, he wanted her to taste it. He crawled back up her and placed a kiss on her lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth. He knew she’d enjoy it as much as he did, but it wasn’t time for that, it was time to relieve himself. He centered himself at Lenalee’s opening and waited for her to give the okay, and when she did, he slid slowly into her. Slowly because he wanted to feel that tight feeling squeezing at him, pulling him in, bit by bit. He latched his lips to Lenalees again as he gave one final shove and she cried out into his mouth. He wouldn’t apologize, that wasn’t in his nature, but he’d wait. Like he had . He’d wait until she was ready for him to move, and then when the tears stopped and her smile returned he’d know. Pulling back slowly and ramming into her hard felt wonderful to him, and he could tell that she liked it to as she begged him for more. “Kanda-san.” she whimpered one particular time when he decided he was going to tease her by rubbing himself against her opening and not enter her all the way. “Please?” she asked pathetically. He grinned down at her and slammed into her harder then all the times before, he could tell she was getting close, oh so close and he could feel it against his member, her walls tightening more and more with each thrust he made. In no time Lenalee, eyes closed, sweat glistening over her body, came. Crying out his name and his name only. He was the only thing she’d ever wanted And moments later when he came inside of her she realized that even though he had horrible ways of showing it, he felt the same way about her. “I love you.” She mumbled sleepily, she probably wasn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow but it really didn’t matter, she’d rather stay in bed all day with him by her side then have to get up and do anything. To her, he was the only ray of sunshine in a dark dreary place. He was all she had.

#NSFW #kanlena #kanda x lenalee #kanda yuu #Lenalee lee #D.Grayman #DGM #no beta

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[D.Grayman] Thank You

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Title: Thank You Rating: PG Characters/Couples: Kanda/Lenalee, mentions of other characters of course. Warnings: Er... Fluff? Maybe some OC Kandy-kun? Preview: “I’m not noisy!” she pouted at him and took off one of her stockings throwing it at him.

“What do you want Lenalee?” his voice came, almost the instant she stepped into the room, and she instantly cursed herself. At first she wanted to as ‘How do you always know, when I come in here?’ but then she shook her head and thought of what she’d really wanted. “Well if your not going to answer me, at least sit down so your not distracting me.” he sighed. Lenalee slowly walked over to sit beside him, “How do you always know it’s me?” the thought from before just kind of slipped out of her mouth before she could really do anything about it. “I mean, it could be anyone there’s hundreds of people that live here too.” she frowned. He wasn’t sure how to reply, so he sat in the silence of the room and thought about it for a moment, pretending to meditate. When he felt like he finally had a good enough answer for her he opened his eyes to give her that respect and said simply “You’re the only one that’s this noisy when entering a room.” and the response, it could have made him laugh, if he was the type to laugh. “I’m not noisy!” she pouted at him and took off one of her stockings throwing it at him. “I was very quiet when I came in here, so I think it’s something else.” She huffed indignantly, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks. “Oh? Your not are you? Shall we test that theory?” he grinned down at her, even when sitting he was still taller. She blushed more, wondering what exactly it was that he was implying, and then there it was. That amazingly dark chuckle that seemed disembodied, seemed to come from every corner of the room, but not from him at all. And it was almost as if the moments when he did laugh were meant only for her, and her alone. She folded her arms over her chest and huffed, her pout turning into a frown. “How would you test something like that?” She asked completely clueless to what he was saying. Men were strange to her anyways, so when he reached over and pulled her into his lap, a blush burning on his own face, she couldn’t help but yelp in a confused surprise. “What are you doing Kanda?” “Che..” he looked away from her, he wasn’t sure what possessed him to do it, but it certainly wasn’t something he’d normally do. “What’s it look like?” he said his voice cold as ever, and she just shook her head. She’d thought she might of had a break through with him, might have seen a side to Yu Kanda that no one else got to see. But she guessed she was wrong. “You’ll never be anything different then the same cynical man you usually are.” she laughed bitterly at the thought. “I wish... That I could take away whatever it is that makes you act like this.” she looked up at him a sad smile on her face. It wasn’t a true confession of her feelings, but it was a prelude to them. “Che..” he didn’t know what to say to that, he never really thought of himself as cold, or cynical. He just thought of it as him trying to live another day, doing his job and carrying out his mission. Sure he didn’t like it, it was almost as if he was forced into the job when he was younger, but a small part of him was happy that he had been brought here. That he had been forced into this job. They both hated it here at the order for one reason or another. Kanda didn’t like the people, he never was a sociable person. And Lenalee, she didn’t like the fact that every day she spent living here was a reminder of the life she could have been living free at home in China with her brother. But the positives greatly out weighed the negative aspects. They’d both made great friends (even if Kanda wouldn’t admit it) in Allen and Lavi. And while they still had the heavy reminders of being trapped, they still had each other, in this room. “I love you.” Lenalee blurted out without thinking, or even realizing it, and she looked away from him to ashamed and embarrassed with herself for the lack of self-control she just demonstrated in front of him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, trying to calm the throbbing beat of her heart. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” he sighed and forced her to look at him. “I’m not the best with expression.” he stated plainly. “But I guess I feel the same.” his face was serious, as if he was thinking really hard about what he was saying so as not to say the wrong words. “R-really?” she blinked a few times, a blush coming over her cheeks and she was sure that if the rest of her body could blush it would have. She knew that even if it wasn’t as poetic as something that Allen might have said, it was something that was from his heart. A heart that she’d been dying to enter from the first day she met him, when she was scared and alone and needed someone to protect her. “Do you mean it?” “Che...” of course that was all she was going to get out of him, she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. Tears running down her face, and he couldn’t understand why. But he just held her and waited for it to stop. “Lenalee.” he said as if it was a command, and she backed away from him so she could look him in the eyes. “No tears.” he wiped them away, and she nodded laying her head back on his shoulder. “Thank you...” She said quietly. “Thank you for always being here in this room,” she closed her eyes “Thank you for always having the right thing to say, even if you hardly said anything at all... And most importantly... Thank you for always protecting me in your own way.” And with that she fell asleep.

#D.Grayman #dgm #kanlena #lenalee lee #kanda yuu #kanda x lenalee

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[KHR] Three Days Before...

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Title: Three Days Before Rating: M Characters/Couple: 33/96 or Ryohei/Chrome, Mentions of Hibari and Mukuro Warnings: Sex... Lots of sex. Notes: The idea is that Ryohei is sitting next to Chrome's bedside during the "TYL" arc, when Mukuro isn't there to sustain her illusionary internal organs. It kind of goes back and forth between Memory/thought and "Reality" but I think it flows alright

He didn't understand how the frail girl in front of him now could possibly be the same Chrome as the one that just a few days ago was smiling up from beneath him, her hands slowly running over scars from past fights, he'd been in, in his boxing club at school. Thinking about it gave him chills, how could Mukuro possibly put her through this? He obviously wasn't paying attention to the explanation that Hibari had given him, as to why she was laying in this bed, looking as if all her internal organs were void and her chest collapsing. His mind had wandered a bit when Hibari'd mentioned something about Mukuro probably being freed of Vindice in this time, and how he didn't need Chrome. His mind floated back to the last time they were together, and he smiled as he grasped her hand and took a few minutes to relive it. She was laying sprawled shyly under him, they'd done this before but for some reason, she'd seemed to get shyer and shyer the more of her body he'd gotten to explore and look at. Thinking about it now it was probably because she didn't want him to find out that her insides were illusions. But every time he'd touch her, he was gentle, compared to his typical displays he played out in front of their group of friends. For some reason when he was with Chrome he seemed to be much calmer and more relaxed. His tendencies for screaming out that everything was extreme seemed to just disappear and melt away when she looked up at him, and he leaned down and kissed her lightly at first, and then as her hands started to unfold and wander the kiss became more heated. Slowly they pulled apart for a moment to breathe, and she smiled up at him, and said something quietly, he couldn't quite make it out as he tried to focus on the memory, but in the back of it he knew that she was telling him that she loved him, in the best way she knew how. She was a shy girl, and words weren't always kind to her. He laughed lightly and squeezed the girls hand before he went back to his thoughts. He'd wanted to see all of her, every nook and cranny, but she'd wanted to be in the darkness, and for a moment they'd stopped to argue about it, the violet haired girl pouting and letting out a cute little huff as he smiled victoriously over her. "Next time we'll play your way, I promise," he whispered into her ear, as he reached for the lamp closest to them and clicked it on so he could see her, and he laughed when she let out a tiny little "Meep!" and hid her face from him, and crossed her arms over her body again. "You're being silly." he whispered, nibbling on an earlobe. She shook her head rapidly, and he frowned, it's not like he hadn't gotten use to this by now, it was just he wished she'd trust him more not to frown, or make a face when he saw her scared up body. "Come on babe." He smiled against her ear, "Don't make me resort to the usual tricks please?" he nibbled on her ear a little more and then grasped her in his hand. He'd always be stronger than her but he'd never be forceful with her, or do anything to harm her. Slowly he made a trail of kisses from her ear, down her jaw line, and to her lips. "I'll always think your beautiful." he said against them as he pressed a soft kiss to them. As he felt lips forming a smile against his, he smiled as well and felt her relax underneath him again. "Promise." he declared now looking in her eyes, a thumb stroking her cheek. Now it was her turn to play, "I won't be so kind Sasagawa-san." she said cutely, and he blushed a strange shade of red, as her hands started to travel south. She always played the cute innocent card, but sometimes when they were together like this he'd wondered how innocent she really was. As her hand slipped teasingly under his boxers and rubbed at his inner thigh, the back of her hand purposely brushing against his cock. "Hnn... You're so mean Chrome." he whispered as he pressed his lips against hers, to keep from moaning, as she continued to rub his thigh, pinching it every once in a while. Slowly she pulled her hand away from his skin all together, and put a finger to the tip of his cock and smiled against his lips for just a second, waiting to see what he'd do now. True to form he grunted and reached down to grasp at her wrist, in his big hand and that one finger slowly turned into a fist gripped around his shaft. He'd shudder at first eyes rolling back into his head only for a moment, because god was it like lightning when she touched him. But he'd made a promise from the beginning that he'd always keep his eyes on her. Only because their first time she'd cried so hard that he was worried he'd hurt her and he'd felt so responsible. But in reality she was crying because he'd accepted her, and her feelings for him. Something that no one other than Mukuro had ever done. Taking a deep breath, everything came back into focus and he bent down and suckled at her neck. It was his favorite place to burry his face while she took her time playing with him. But something different happened this time, between cute little gasps from Ryohei sucking at just the right spot, and her being excited just from being able to make him happy, he heard an even cuter sound "F..f..flip." she mumbled the command, and he pulled away to look at her, he'd always been use to things this way, but who was he to disagree with her request? He quickly flipped them, and watched as she trailed kisses down his body, until she came to his inner thigh again. "Not this again." he almost groaned at the thought of the teasing from before, but he was sincerely surprised when for the first time ever she took him into her mouth. "Ch..chrom.." ah fuck it, he thought, there was no way he could verbally express what he was thinking, or even feeling, as hands reached down and grasped at her hair. She'd slowly raise up and down his shaft, each time taking more and more of him into her mouth, and he'd just grasp at what ever piece of her he could. After a while, her hands started to travel up along his sides massaging lightly as his hips rocked with the motion of her head, and he'd reached down and grasped her hands. Her eyes flicked up to see his head tilted towards the headboard and she bit down lightly, pulling against the skin as she pulled back this time, his back arched off the bed and he could tell she was happy with herself. After several more minutes of this, she'd left him and lent back against the foot-board, he couldn't think straight but he was sure she was pleasuring herself, one finger at a time. It wasn't fair, that was his job, but some how watching her do it, seemed much more... erotic. And he could feel himself becoming harder then before, she was so beautiful as she glistened with the small amount of sweat she'd managed to work up while pleasuring him, and now herself. "Let me do it." He crawled over to her, his voice a low growl, if she was going to play the oral card... He had something up his sleeve as well. But she shook her head, his gift was going to have to wait for another night. It was her turn to take control of things, he'd always taken the lead and for some reason it made her feel less of a woman for it. When she felt she was ready, she shoved at his shoulder playfully and he took the hint, falling back on the bed. She shifted back and forth over his member just hovering over it for a moment, his face was beautiful as he winced in anticipation. Slowly she lowered herself on top of him, and when she was comfortable she lifted herself back up, and slowly began a rhythm. A while ago, Ryohei had decided that one of his favorite things about Chrome were her breasts, they weren't too big, or too small. . . They were just right, and as they bounced before him, he reached up and grasped one in his hand pinching a nipple hard between his fingers. Her face was beautiful in that moment, between the pain from that pinch and the pleasure she was giving the both of them... He was almost positive he'd never forget this moment ever. And when both of them were spent, and couldn't move an inch, Ryohei wrapped his arms tightly around Chrome, "I love you." It was the first time either of them had worked up the courage to say it to the other. She blushed for a moment, "Love you too." she mumbled quietly, into his chest, eyes closed, smile on her face as she drifted off to sleep. No. He couldn't believe that this frail girl before him was his Chrome, the Chrome he loved. The Chrome who made him want to be a better, more mature man. But somehow as he willed her to open her eyes and even just say "hi". It was as if there really was magic in the world, because he'd heard a soft voice whisper "Love you too." so soft he almost thought he was still thinking about three days before.

#nsfw #33/96 #chrome dokuro #ryohei sasagawa #hibari kyoya #rokudo mukuro #ryohei/chrome

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sono-michii · 9 years ago

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[Pandora Hearts] Untitled

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Fandom: Pandora Hearts Title: Remembrance Rating: PG Characters / Pairings: Gil/Oz Prompt: Scar Summary: Uhm... Stuff.. About a scar :3 Disclaimer: I own nothing : not even the list of prompts this prompt came from :3

"I did this to you?" the soft yet stern voice asked as his hand traveled across the scared flesh of the raven haired man's chest. "I caused this scar?" to him it seemed like yesterday, but he really didn't want to believe that he'd hurt the one person who cared so desperately for him. Who he cared so desperately for in return. He remembered slicing towards someone, a Baskerville! At the time he wasn't aware of that, but it was a person that was threatening himself and Gilbert, he needed to protect both of them! In a frantic rush he'd grabbed hold of the closest thing and swung it. But Gil in a burst of speed came between the looming person and the edge of the sharp sword, and the blood. . . "Oz..." the raven haired man called out his name repeating it several times when he noticed the blond wasn't answering him. "Oz, it wasn't your fault. You didn't know." He offered a sort of awkward smile, a smile that was probably reserved for Oz and Oz alone. "You couldn't have known." He placed a comforting hand on Oz's head and sighed. Those words that final time, and the hand on his head seemed to have caught Oz's attention. "Huh?" he looked away from the scarred flesh up at the half smiling face looking down at him. "Oh, sorry." and in a moment of awkward shyness, he blushed, hand still resting against Gilbert's chest. "Uhm." he took a moment to think of something better to talk about, something other then 10 years ago. Something other then the fact that the person he cared about most was now suddenly 24 years old, standing in front of him with this angry scar screaming at him. But it wasn't Oz that broke that awkward silence, "I've missed you." Three simple words, and Oz's heart went soaring. He was missed, by someone that didn't even seem to be the same as the person he'd left behind. And then he looked up, and saw the tears. "I've missed you so much Oz." tears of regret, loss... Something greater even, if it was possible. He wasn't just scarred on the outside, he was scarred on the inside as well. Inside his heart. Arms reached out and enveloped the blond, and it was almost a visible relief for Gil to be able to embrace Oz. To touch his hair, as his hand reached up and ran through his blond locks. To kiss his forehead, as soft lips pressed against his forehead. And suddenly all was forgotten, and it seemed like, even though the scars still existed, they started to heal, just a little. By the presence of Oz Bezarius.

#pandora hearts #oz vessalius #gilbert nightray #ozgil

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sono-michii · 9 years ago

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[Bleach] Plus

Because I do writing on commission please reblog, or share the link here: http://fav.me/d7yrche Account Originally Posted Under: Anarriima Title: "+" Rating: PG-13 for language >> Genre: >> Possibly romance? I'm not good at categorizing this stuff >> Spoilers: There is nothing here that should spoil anything >> Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. >> Maybe... >> Summary: There were a lot of things that she didn’t understand. One for instance was why Inoue Orihime was writing silly little equations on the side walk with chalk.

There were a lot of things that she didn’t understand. One for instance was why Inoue Orihime was writing silly little equations on the side walk with chalk. She frowned a little and picked up a piece of pink chalk and knelt down to draw. A smile came to her face as she formed the bunny ears and then made the head. She gave him a face and then pulled back. “Perfect.” She smiled, looking at him “What do you think Chappy?” Raising the pitch of her voice she answered for the drawing: “Wonderful!” she smiled and looked back over at Orihime. “What exactly are you writing?” She stood up and walked over to the taller girl and looked down. Orihime had written things like: “Broccoli + tomatoes= yummy!” And: “Orihime + Kicking Gin= Love” And another one that she didn’t quite understand: “Grimm + Kitty= KAWAII LOVE” All in that strange script of hers, and the one she was working on now looked to be something along the lines of “Orihime + Ichigo= <3" She had to laugh at the younger girl. What a strange equation; didn’t math usually have numbers in it? So why was she writing out these strange word problems? “Oi, Inoue?” Rukia asked looking down at the girl who was hard at work changing the colors of her chalk to make them more fitting to the names she was writing. “Why are you writing yours and Ichigo’s names like that?” “Well.” She stopped for a moment, a thoughtful look on her face. “I suppose that it’s because he’s someone I care about. So I want to tell the world.” Rukia shook her head and frowned. “So you come outside and write it on the sidewalk?” she asked skeptically. “Well,” Orihime smiled, “When you care about someone a lot, you’re never afraid of who you tell or where you show your feelings for them.” she said confidently. “It’s like riding a bike, at first you’re kind of afraid to get on because you think you might fall off. But then you finally get the hang of it and it feels good and you really feel like you understand everything.” She looked back down at the equation for a second and then smiled back up at Rukia. “Do you have someone you care about Kuchiki-san?” she asked a serious look on her face. Rukia took a moment to think about it. ‘Do I care about him...’ she wondered silently. And then in the back of her head she could hear another voice yelling at her ‘Of course you do baka!’ She looked at Orihime and frowned. “Perhaps; why do you ask Inoue?” Orihime smiled up at her, offering a piece of red chalk and a piece of purple chalk. “You should go write your own equation. It’ll make you feel better.” Then as if the conversation never happened at all, she went back to working on her equations. Rukia thought about it for a moment more and then walked back over to where she had been drawing her Chappy. “What do you think Chappy? Do you think I should do it?” she asked a dazed sort of look on her face. Then she smiled as if she knew the answer, and took the purple chalk in her hand and wrote her name. By the time she was done she had an equation much like Orihime’s but with purple, pink, and red writing and it looked like this: “Rukia + Renji= Forever.” Leaning back a little to stare at it she smiled. “That feels much better.” “What does?” came a voice from over her; she was still kneeling over her scripted writing. Looking up she blushed at him a small smile fixed on her face. “Well?” “Ah, nothing. It’s nothing.” She waved her arms trying to cover up what she had written so that he couldn’t see it. He shook his head and sighed. “Baka, whatever it is, can’t be that bad.” She took that point to stand up and glare at him only to have him move her out of the way and look down at it. He read the equation slowly and then looked down at her and blinked stupidly. “Now who’s the baka Renji?” She reached up on her tiptoes and poked his forehead as best as she could. Muttering quietly about her dislike for being short, she sighed and looked up at him again and smiled. “Inoue said that, if you care about someone a lot you shouldn’t be afraid to show that person or the world how you’re really feeling about them. I suppose this is how I’d like to show you.” “Forever huh,” he asked, a kind of blank look on his face. “I guess you could call this forever.” He bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead. “But next time you shouldn’t be afraid to talk to me about something like this. We’ve been friends for a long time now and...” “That’s not why I was afraid,” she said and shrugged her shoulders. “I was worried that it’d make things awkward. I mean...” He shook his head and frowned. “You think too much Rukia,” he said simply enough before kissing her lips and sighing. “You really shouldn’t.”

#Bleach #rukia kuchiki #orihime inoue #Ichihime #RenRuki

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