#harada x oc

[blueblood99-art]

"The last goodbye" - Harada x Burado (my OC, a shinigami)

She came to Ueno to take his life

This is gonna be my favorite comic so far ^^ You also can read a little scene that I wrote recently here.

[bloodbladesanddemons]

Something about you, makes me want to do things that I shouldn't.

*me rising from the grave to drop this here*

Enjoy!! ^^

[dantelionwishes]

❣️❣️❣️ 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘'𝗦❣️❣️❣️

oc credits under the cut ⬇️

dear.cyllene = atsuki x kouhei 

@you-may-call-me-meme = chizuru x ogata

@cyborrrg = harada x usami

hakable = harumi x botarou

@moonbirdflies = haruna x nikaidou

@SSSahrika = kubo x koito

@chiaragnak = isao x tsukishima

(mine) = kyou x yuusaku

jamilluvr = mikhail x kantarou 

@kutyaoff = minato x koito

[camuslittlesister]

Summer of Smut 2023 - 2

It's My Life

Prompt Beach Bar Flirting Ends in One-Night-Stand (a day late, soz ^^') Otome Hakuoki SSL Ship Harada x female OC Warning It partly takes place in the context of a scene in the game so could be considered a spoiler. Also the characters are true to their SSL personalities and situations, so that could be considered a spoiler too. It’s also again very plot heavy, I’m an Energetics blueprint (look it up, it'll be worth it)

It's my life It's now or never But I ain't gonna live forever I just want to live while I'm alive - Bon Jovi

"What's with that sour face, Toshi?" I was sitting at a table in a far corner of the bar area at the water park, my colleagues and friends Toshizo Hijikata and Keisuke Sanan glaring at each other while the old pal Shinpachi Nagakura scoured the menu back and forth looking for the cheapest item that would provide the highest amount of food "I'm going to pick up the tab" I announced, hoping it'd make Shinpachi speed up his decision-making. 

"You did not die for a bit of water in the face, and anyway look at how cute they are. We must accept that we aren't that young anymore" I took a glance at Todou and Yukimura at the other side of the bar as I left the table. Ah, teenage love. A feeling I hadn't felt in a long time. Love at all had been a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time, but as a high school teacher with mostly male colleagues stuck in Tokyo for the summer holidays there weren't that many opportunities for the kind of whirlwind romance you have on holiday. My parents kept bugging me about settling down, but that felt just as far away. I smiled wryly as I leaned on the bar, taking my place in the queue, looking back at my friends looking a little more relaxed than when I left them. 

Soon I was taken back to Earth by the light touch of someone bumping into me. "Oh, I'm sorry" it was a woman's voice with a cute accent. I replied that it was not a problem, not paying much attention to what must have happened. My turn came, and I ordered our drinks and Shinpachi's huge parfait. I heard the same voice again, speaking in English to the Japanese friend who was with her: "Must be nice being a man that fit, I'd have needed 3 trips for our order if you didn't come..."  that fit...that's a compliment, right? I finally turned in their directions as I made to leave the bar. She didn't notice, as they were by then making their order. 

"Hey Sano, why so distracted today?" Shinpachi was talking to me but my mind was clearly somewhere else. I realised I had been looking at the girls a few tables away from us, absentmindedly. There was four of them. Keisuke smirked, noticing that I averted my eyes, and turned around to see where from. "There's four of us, and four young women. Maybe losing to Todou was not bad after all" before I could realise what was going on, he was half the way to their table. I could not hear the conversation, but it was easy enough to imagine. He addressed the Japanese girl as the group spokesperson, in keigo with his melodic intonation that really was more like a snake trying to ensnare a prey, bowing elegantly like he was paying court to the daughter of a lord or something. It wasn't too long before he came back with a triumphant smile on his face, four young women and their drinks following behind him like a bridal procession. 

Shinpachi shot up to attention like a lazy soldier caught red-handed taking a nap, looking around for extra chairs. Keisuke had thought of everything, though. The table next to ours had already vacated, making it easy to just move it closer so we could all fit around it. "I'm going to buy us another round. What would you girls like?" they made their choices and then he confirmed if we just wanted to stick to the same. A petite girl with brown hair that reminded me of Yukimura asked him if he needed a hand since there were 8 of us, and they left while the other girls spread around the table to mingle with us rather than all sit on one side like a singles mixers. 

The girl from the bar sat between Toshi and I. I panicked: the old grump had a 50/50 chance of ruining our time together. She looked amused as she leaned back on the chair at a 45º angle, like she knew the vantage point it gave to her figure in the stylish black one piece she was wearing: "My last day in Tokyo and I'm finally meeting people other than my friends." We talked about where she was going next and for how long, how she had made these friends since she knew them before the trip and was visiting, what her life was like in her home city. Toshi chimed in every so often, clearly listening to the conversation but not bothered enough to participate in it fully, but it was mostly as if we were alone. It wasn't long before we were bantering back and forth, by then on our third or fourth round of cocktails. 

"Do you girls have any plans for your last night in Tokyo?" I asked, as the sun was beginning to set, letting us know it was almost time they'd close the establishment. "Nothing set in stone" she replied, her tone an open invitation. It was as if the left the ball in my court: she made it clear she was not desperate for the attention, while letting me know she was open to an invitation. "I know an amazing rooftop lounge where we could grab some food and see one of the best views in the city..." we exchanged phone numbers and a promise to meet again later that night.

"Are your friends okay with you not spending your last night with them?" I asked her, trying to hide how nervous I felt seeing her dressed up in a low cut evening dress, her makeup enhancing her already incredible feature. I had seen her with just a swimsuit and, yet, her sex appeal had shot through the roof as she swayed her hips on her heeled sandals on her way to me. "I think they would be way more mad at me if I didn't spend it with you, to be honest..." 

The relaxed atmosphere of the late afternoon couldn't feel any more distant as I felt conscious of her every move. The way she caressed the side of her champagne glass as I talked, and how her lips parted seductively whenever she brought the glass to her lips. The way her chest leaned forward as she ate. The way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about. I was captivated. Knowing it was her last night in Tokyo was a bittersweet feeling, she was a woman I could see myself falling in love with, but at the same time there was a thrill to knowing we only had that one night, and she would always live in this suspended realm of possibilities. 

"Shall we dance?" I asked her extending my hand towards her after our dessert plates had been cleared. She took it, and let me lead her to the dance floor area of the lounge. It was busy as all popular spots are, and the closeness of her body made me somewhat tense. I wondered how she felt, as she touched me playfully, coquettishly even. "What time do you leave?" I asked her, as the night turned into morning. "My train is not until the afternoon..." she replied, a knowing smile on her lips. "How about we take it somewhere we can be alone? I promise you'll make your train" "If you don't mind, my hotel isn't very far..." we called the cab and I sat next to her, my hand casually on her thigh to mask how I was excited like I hadn't been in a long time, even though I was far from an inexperienced teenager.

She opened the door and turned on the light, and I was able to notice some dresses on the chair and her makeup all over the vanity before all I could see was her, her arms wrapped around my neck. I wrapped mine around her back and leaned down to kiss her. I don't know how long I kissed her for, it felt both like an eternity and not long enough, as I savoured her like fine sake. I only know that we started by the door, and we parted with her sitting on the bed in front of me, her dress on the floor and my shirt unbuttoned. She looked beautiful in black lace, her red lipstick now vanished to a mere tint. 

I took off the shirt as she reached for my belt, and I rushed to help her out like every second wasted not feeling her was one too many. She looked down at my erection with a pleased expression, but I stopped her hand reaching out for me. She looked puzzled. Was I truly her first unselfish lover? I held her hands laced with mine as I kissed her neck, trailing my lips down her collarbone, pulling down her bra straps with my teeth before lying her down on to the bed and finally let go of her hands to play with her breasts. I unclasped the bra and she took it off, her hands reaching for my shoulders as if she understood I didn't want her near my penis yet. I took off her knickers and parted her legs. 

She looked surprised when I just didn't push myself in, but soon relaxed into my touch as I checked how wet she was (a lot) and how ready she was. She felt tense around my finger, so I whispered in her ear, as low as my voice would go: "Let me spoil you like the princess you are." She settled on her back as I reached as far as I could go, massaging her clitoris at the same time until I felt her tension go with her orgasm. I whispered again: "The sounds you make are so sweet". I kissed her again, taking it deeper as I made my way inside her at last. 

I started slow and deliberate, pushing as far as I could, feeling for her reaction, then picking up the pace faster and harder, her body moving in sync with mine like a boat on a wave, her moans pushing me further and further into my own pleasure. I laid down next to her, breathless, and she curled up on my chest as if we were long-time lovers. She kissed me where my heart was beating so much faster: "It's almost tragic that we only had one night."

CC:  @voltage-vixen 🖤 @xxsycamore​ 🖤

[laurel-dreams]

While your here and I know you probably posted it awhile ago but I Wana know bnha 2-b ocs quirks mostly how they work

Here is a list with a small explanation of each quirk + Photo reference!

Abe Chie / Goldielock (F) / Hair Drills: Her hair can turn as hard as steel and rotate like drills

Akemi Kagami / Magic Mirror (F) Mirror: She can temporarily copy the quirk of whatever person is being reflected in her eyes.

Arima Kei / The Ilusionist (M) /Ilusion: He can make Auditory, Visual Ilusions

Asano Hanzo / Downgrade (M) / Downgrade: He can make a Quirk loose power or revert to a more implistic version of the quirk

Harada Saeko / Barrier (F) / Energy shield: She can make shields out of her vital energy, the more resistant they are the more exhausted she will be after.

Hino Yota / Firefox (M) / Fire blast: he can create fireballs and shoot them at oponets.

Hoshino Shion / (Undecided) (Genderfluid) / Melody : They can produce hypnotic melodies that force the oponent to dance uncontrollably.

Ikeda Kenshin / Elasticman (M) / Bounce: His body can turn into a rubbery bouncy material that also allows him to strech his limbs.

Ito Masahiko / Dart (M) / Poison Touch: His hands secrate a poison that can go from paralizing people to deeplyy injuring someone.

Kimura Itsuki /Spike Shot (M) / Cactus: His body works as a cactus. He can generate spikes and shoot them as if they were proyectiles.

Kobayashi Etsuko / Echoumori (F) / Echolocation: Just like bats she can percive her souroundings by Echolocation. She is very sensitive to loud noises.

Koizumi Kaito / Bubble Boy (M) / Bubbles: He can make resistant bubbles to trap oponets.

Kuroki Yoko / Magical Yoko (F) / Shadow Impulse: A shadowy figure can take contol of her body to increas her physical strength, speed and overall abilities. She cannot full control her impulses on this state.

Mizuno Fuyuko / Fractal (F) / Icicle rain: She can generate Icicle spikes and throw them at people as proyectiles.

Mochizuki Ren / Moonsagi (Agender) / Lunar energy: Moonlight increases their phisical abilities. They are very tired during the day as a side effect.

Raimei Akira / SpiderShock (NB) / Electric Web: They can geerate a restant spider web that is constantly electrified and can shock opopnets.

Sano Junko / X-Teleport (F) / Teleportation: She can teleport to wherever she can see. To do this she must place her arms formig an "X shape"

Shimizu Taiki / S-Lime (M) / Slime: He can generate Sticky slime to trap his oponents.

Tsukishima Kuma / Bear Hug (M) / Bear: He can do whatever a bear can.

Yoshioka Hideki / Chance (M) / Probability manipulation: He can alter the chance of something happening. However he cannot make something 100% or 0% there is always a bit of chance involved.

[musubi-sama]

Figured out how to get my written notes into text in OneNote today so progress is coming along much better now. Turns out there are TWO apps that MSFT uses but only one of them actually works. It's so weird that I have so much stationary but the only way I can get my notes out of my brain in this moment is to use a tablet. Whatever works, I guess.

So far I have 2 on the go in the notes phase:

OC x 5 people. This may get shuffled into a multi-fic saga OR the basis for a VN. Angst and smut.

OC x college friend and OC x post-college friend, she has to choose which she wants. Or does she even want that?

Things I want to write but haven't gone past vague ideas:

Satoru/Suguru/Shoko

OC or Chizuru x Sanosuke Harada (Hakuoki version) modern AU

OC married and pining for someone they can't have. might be sad ending even though I don't like reading those. Just to prove that I can do it?

Something in the Sex Drive universe

Something in BL. Since I read enough of it, might as well add something to the chatter.

I don't really have a plan with all of this, just going to shake my brain and see what comes out.

I found a tik tok recently that said millennials are hitting their midlife crisis and instead of dumb cars or other large purchases, we are diving deep and hard into creative outlets. And damn, do I F E E L that. I've got markers, pens, pencils, notebooks, a wacom, and notes on creative fiction ideas.

[celosia-starfall]

Hakuoki: Oni no Chi

Interlude 1: Iba’s Musings

In which Iba and Harada have a talk

[AO3 LINK]

A/N: To sort of break up the story a bit more and not end up constantly writing 20 page long chapters (like chapter 4 was), I’m going to add some “interlude” chapters every now and then that will be shorter and just throw in a bit of perspective from some of the other characters too.

@pumpkin-patch-cat @ladyshiranui @impracticaldemon

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A sigh fell from Hachiro’s lips as he slid down off of his horse.

Guilt had been gnawing at his chest for the past several days after he and his father had been kicked out of the Kururugi residence. He had been so sure that his plan would end up working. Even his father had agreed to it.

But when they had arrived and the suitor that Kaien was bound to marry was already there… Well, it seemed as though his plan was already bound for failure before it could’ve been put into action. To think that Kaien’s father had already worked so fast on securing a husband for her. That Takeda fellow...

Still, he couldn’t forget the anger that blossomed within him when Kaien’s father had raised a hand against her. All for simply speaking out against the future marriage. Even now, Iba felt pissed off, but there was little that he could do about it.

Instead, he chose to focus on the one thing that he was capable of doing for her. The single request that she had given to him before they’d parted ways.

“Iba?”

Blinking, he glanced over at the entrance to the dojo, a familiar dark-haired figure standing there with a raised eyebrow. “Ah, Toshi! It’s good to see you.”

“Mm. You’re back sooner than I would’ve expected. Is everything okay?” Hijikata asked, placing a hand on the young teen’s shoulder.

“Well…” Iba’s smile faltered as he glanced away, the guilt and anger rising up again in his chest the more he thought about it. “Not precisely.”

“Did something happen to Kai?”

“Not yet. Not exactly…”

Hijikata’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Would you like to talk about it over some tea?”

“Not right now. Thank you for the offer.” Iba bowed before looking around the dojo. “I’m actually here on a request from Kaien. Did Harada-san ever come back?”

“Ah.” Rubbing his face, Hijikata’s expression softened. “Yes, he’s back… He’s upset, so if he yells at you, try not to take it to heart. He’s mostly upset with himself. For not being here for Kai when she was having to leave…”

“Don’t worry, Toshi.” Iba patted the older man’s arm. “He’s not the only one…”

After all, I’m the one who had the most power to be able to keep Kaien safe. I’m the one who made a promise to her that I’d help keep her from being married off. And I failed… If I can’t even keep a promise to a friend, then I’m never going to be worthy of marrying Chizuru...

“I’ll go find Harada-san,” he said, waving a hand back at Hijikata and making his way through the dojo until he could find Kaien’s room. “Now let’s see…” He tapped his knuckles against the flooring around the room until he managed to find a spot where the wood was loose enough to lift up. Beneath the board was the journal he was looking for, just as Kaien had said.

Tucking the journal into his yukata, Iba left the room. His feet carried him around the grounds, following the sounds of someone training rigorously. Standing a few paces back against the wall, he watched as the redhead repeatedly swung and stabbed the practice spear into a set of training dummies. Far more aggressively than Iba had ever seen him.

Toshi wasn’t exaggerating… But I know I’d feel the same way if I were in his place.

Iba cleared his throat, causing the elder teen to stop and turn towards him. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything, Harada-san.”

Grabbing a towel, Harada wiped the sweat from his face and neck, propping the staff against one of the dummies before plopping down on the ground near Iba. “No. Not interrupting. I was just…” He waved his hand before sighing, scrunching his nose up. “Frustrated. If I had known that Kai was going to end up leaving...” Amber eyes stared up at the young teen. “I wouldn’t have expected you to be back so soon.”

“You’re not the first person to say that,” Iba stated, a hint of amusement in his voice before frowning. “I’m actually here because Kaien asked me to speak with you. Apparently there was some kind of misunderstanding between the two of you, and she was worried about you.”

“A misunderstanding…” Harada repeated slowly, letting the words sink in.

“Mm. It was something about you being in love with her, but you thinking that she’s in love with Heisuke.”

“I do love her. I know she said something about thinking that I had started hating her, but that’s never been further from the truth. If that’s what she was worried about--”

“No, no. That’s not it at all.” He chuckled, sitting down on the ground next to the spearman. “It’s the Heisuke part. She’s never been in love with him. She never had a chance to tell you that though.”

Harada blinked at him. “Oh.” Biting his lip, he rested his forearms against his knees, his fists clenching and unclenching. “The two of them had gotten so close so quickly that I’d thought…”

“Would you like to know my thoughts about the matter, Harada-san?” Iba asked gently, resting a hand on the other’s shoulder. He waited until the other silently nodded before continuing. “I think Kaien was just happy to be able to have a friend that wouldn’t judge her or pity her--”

“But I didn’t--”

“--or feel guilty about not being able to protect her. Someone that she could feel normal around. Someone that also didn’t treat her like a helpless girl.” Iba paused for a moment, tilting his head in thought. “Did Heisuke ever even know that Kaien is a girl? Because if Kaien was simply only ever Kai around him, then I think that makes it pretty clear that they were just friends.”

After a moment, Harada let out a soft curse. “Now that you mention it, I don’t think he ever did… He might be the only one that doesn’t know. Though I think Shinpachi even forgot that she’s a girl at times too…” There was a pause. “If I had only noticed and hadn’t jumped to conclusions about how she felt... I feel like I ruined my chances with her…”

Letting out a huff, Iba shook his head, even though he could understand where Harada was coming from. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. If you had, then I wouldn’t be here right now.” Reaching into his yukata, he pulled out Kaien’s journal. “She sent me back here for me to find this journal that she had hidden in her room. She wanted you to have it, and said that there’s a note for you on the last page,” he said as Harada gently took the leatherbound papers in his hands, flipping through the pages.

“It’s...mostly about me…” Harada mumbled, his fingers skimming across the papers reverently, drinking in the gentle swoops and arches of the calligraphy that inked the pages. It wasn’t until he reached the last page that he inhaled sharply, eyes widening in surprise. “She…”

Harada stood up so fast that Iba almost fell over beside him, having to hurry to catch up to the redhead as he was quickly walking away.

“What’s wrong? What did it say?” he asked, concern suddenly filling his chest. At least...until Iba saw the happiness that was across the other’s face.

“That she wished she had a chance to say it in person, but that she loves me and...she asked me to marry her.”

“And...what are you trying to do right now? If you’re thinking of heading to their family’s estate and asking her father for her hand in marriage, it’s not going to work. I already tried.”

Those words seemed to freeze Harada in his place. “You tried to marry her?”

Wetting his lips, Iba continued, hoping to prevent any type of misunderstanding. Again. “My father and I tried to arrange a fake engagement so that Kaien would be able to continue training and for her to be able to still be around everyone. But her father already had a suitor picked out. They’ve likely already left the estate by now to head to his family’s home. The wedding itself wouldn’t be for several years though.” Iba hesitantly reached out and placed a hand on Harada’s arm, knowing the amount of pain he was likely going through. After all, Iba felt his own guilt for being unable to fulfill the promise that he had made to Kaien when they’d first met.

“So what exactly am I supposed to do then? Just sit around and let the girl I love get married off to some stranger?” the redhead bit out, punching the wall beside them, a growl in his throat.

“No. You trust Kaien. And you wait for her. She’s not just going to lay down and give up. She’s going to fight for what she wants, and I know that...somehow...someday...she’ll find her way back to you…”

“But what if something happens to her...and she doesn’t?”

Amber eyes met green, and for the first time, Iba saw the amount of world-shattering grief that filled the man in front of him. He was at a loss for what to say. After all, how could he even relate to having the love of his life being ripped away from him without being able to do anything about it?

“...Then we just have to pray that it doesn’t.”

[pumpkin-patch-cat]

"---'Home wasn't much different in terms of people disliking how I look, however, coming here when I did proved to be a blessing. At least here I have a fighting chance. People back there think of those like me as animals or subhuman...but here, it leans more toward ignorant curiosity. Of course that doesn't mean I'm immune to negative behavior, but here in Kyoto, my right to free will has never been taken away. And this is why I chose to stay.' ---" Shizue

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Just a small portion of another ficlet I'm writing. My OC Shizue is of black decent and Sanosuke was curious about what her main reason was for traveling to Kyoto--Freedom.

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[matchakoii]

Some fan art I tried to complete for Valentine’s Day of my Hakuouki OC Yin Lin with Sanosuke Harada. Yin is introducing Mr. Cluck Cluck to Sano here!  Mr. Cluck Cluck is Yin’s pet Silkie Chicken. It’s been so long since I’ve drawn these two I’m happy to finally share them again. ^-^ Wanted to do more artwork of my ocs in general that I haven’t drawn in forever. I love doing these crayon chibis! I’m not sure if any one else likes them though! TuT

[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.

[bloodbladesanddemons]

Be mine When the world ends and skies tumble down Why is the water So soothing to drown? Hug me tight You're lighter than feather This second of life Feels like forever...

Song: Here

Just a rough sketch but I love drawing them being intimate. Trust me, I'm thirsty for the clones as the next person, but there's something about drawing soft intimacy without it being raunchy that scratches that itch for me ^w^

Enjoy!!

[shuuenka-writes]

Twilight Zone [3.]

Pairing: Harada Sanosuke x Reader

Summary: For better or for worse you were entangled in a “more than friends less than lovers” zone for as long as you could remember.  But can words be left unspoken forever?

A/N:  Enjoy. Mini arc just begun. I hope you like it!

''Let me get this straight,'' you said, running your hand through your hair.

Three heads nodded. You clapped your hands gathering the attention.

''You're sending Chizuru as a spy to Shimabara and you need kimono for her."

''Basically, yes," Harada confirmed.

You sent him a glare. It was, without any doubt, a ridiculous idea, and you were keen on letting him know that. You looked over at Chizuru who stood with Harada and one other man, which you had been just introduced to. Inoue was his name.

''Out of all places, you're sending her to Shimabara?" you asked, stepping closer to Harada. ''Has Shinsengumi gone mad?"

You were seriously fuming and just by a chance you saw Chizuru and the other man flinching. You didn't consider yourself scary, but perhaps nobody really shouted at Harada. It wasn't in all honesty directed at him, personally. And you didn't like to shout at all.

''I'm not too keen on that either, but it's the only way," Harada replied, raising his arms in surrender. ''Besides, she won't get there without backup, Heisuke's going too."

You narrowed your eyes further.

''She's sixteen,'' you seethed. ''Shimabara is hardly place for a such girl! Dress Heisuke up if that's all that matters!"

Harada sent you a dejected sigh, his hand scratched through his auburn hair.

''M-Miss, if I may,'' a man turned to you. He was a man of great posture, standing tall over you and Chizuru both. He looked considerably older too, but maybe not your grandfather's age. His hair was tied into topknot, two swords by his side. He spoke further, ''We're aware of all of this, but circumstances are really dire. Also Yukimura agreed to assist in this mission and by all means, we won't let her get hurt. Please rest assured."

You couldn't snap at this man as you did at Harada. His age and unfamiliarity stopped you from doing so and you focused on the girl. She was scrawny looking kid, would look cute in female clothing and certainly with dose of make-up, she'd look like a courtesan. Still, she was young and didn't fit in there. You've met few of courtesans as you fetched kimono's for Hana - it was not a place for innocent kids.

''Can't you ask any of the courtesans?" you questioned instead. ''I'm sure they'd agree."

Sure was a bit of a stretch, but still.

''They are already agreeing for us to bring in weapons,'' Harada piped in. ''And some know that the men that have requested a banquet are investigated by us."

Your pouted your lips.

''I'll be fine,'' Chizuru spoke up.

''Well,'' Inoue spoke up. ''if you're still unwelcome of the idea, then Shinsengumi will make an official request and purchase the kimono."

You sighed and looked over at Harada. He looked a bit apogeletic, but in the end you knew he'd be on board with the idea. He wouldn't come to you if he had objections in Shinsengumi's decisions. Chizuru, even if of a shy posture, seemed to be determined. In the end you nodded to them and went to the back.

You picked up a fitting kimono. It was pink, in color of sakura flowers, with same motif appearing along the sleeves and to the back. It was kimono to be sold, so there were no immediate clients waiting for it. You also took all the garments that she's need along with green obi.

You went back into the front of the shop where your guests waited.

''Alright, so this is first undergarment, you should tie it with this stash. Later you put on this one and this one. In the end obi should go with that kind of knot...'' you stopped looking at their faces. Harada was smiling, but with a bit of stretch. Inoue looked confused. The girl looked lost as she tried to remember how it all fitted together. You sent them pointed look and asked, ''you have no idea how to actually dress her up."

''it's a lot to remember,'' Harada said. ''I bet it's easier to take off."

You rolled your eyes, ''will any of the courtesans show you? Or it was not a part of the deal?"

''They just rent us a place..." Inoue said. ''Besides, there are certain circumstances in Yukimura's contidion..."

''I could ask Hana-chan to help, but it's too late to sent a letter."

''Hana-chan?" Harada asked. ''The Hana of Shimabara?"

You blinked at him, ''why yes, I made a few kimonos for her already."

His face lit in recognition. You mentioned her to Harada a few times but nothing too exclusive. Besides he was a person who would come to Shimabara once in a while, so things could turn awkward really fast.

''Well, if I ask her I'm sure she and the other girls would help, or I could dress you up myself'' you said turning to Chizuru. ''But I'd have to go with you."

''Out of question,'' Harada interjected. You frowned at him. You had all reasons to go and even if probably spy work was not a job you were suited for, you'd be of a help to Chizuru. Mainly – dress her up and later watch over her. Your trust in men was pretty restricted to a few.

''I've been there a few times already,'' you pointed out. ''And I know the Madam and Hana-chan.''

Harada towered over you with a frown matching your own. His arms crossed over his chest but you weren't going to give it.

''I can dress up as a apprentice or just a servant girl."

Chizuru was looking between two of you, uncertain what to make of that kind of fight. You were engaged now in a silent battle of stares from which neither would back down.

Inoue coughed.

''Well, the miss is making sense,'' he spoke. ''If we can get that kind of help and also some more intel from madam, we could make it into ours strengths. What do you think Harada-kun?"

Harada did not think it was fine, you could see. You stepped closer to him and grinned, ''I'll cause no troubles I promise!"

''It's not about if you're going to get into trouble,'' he shook his head, you pleaded him with your eyes.  In the end he gave in. ''Alright."

You clapped your hands.

Harada came by nightfall next day. You prepared two sets of kimonos. First was for Chizuru, the pink one. You chose much simpler kimono, for a role of a servant girl. A simple garment, decorated by falling clone leaves, creating composition on the sleeves. Harada carried both sets in his hands and led you to the compound. You all agreed that you'll meet by the gates, since it would be the easiest to regroup and go from there. You were also dressed up in hakama today, since entering Shimabara at night in woman's kimono would be impossible.

''Thank you for letting me go,'' you said.

''I don't think I had a choice,'' Harada chuckled.

''What do you mean?" you questioned. ''You were pretty adamant on making me stay."

He looked over at your face. His was lit by moonlight and stars, making his golden eyes gleam in the darkness.

''If you ask the right way, _____,'' he said in low murmur. ''I think you'd be able to win everything.''

You blinked as the small rush of heat went up to your neck.

''Don't be silly!'' you laughed it off. Harada had his way with the words, didn't he? You smiled over him, feeling fuzzy feeling inside.

''Oh, I'm completely honest."

At that you arrived at the Shinsengumi compound. You looked over at the gates, which you could only see sometimes when passing. Still in joking manner Harada made a gesture and took you into the courtyard, where Chizuru, Heisuke and Inoue waited. There was also another two people, which only one you recognized. Kondou Isami, you've met when they arrived to Kyoto and made a request for haori. You didn't expect him to remember you, mainly because back then you were more of an passing presence by your grandfathers side. You greeted him with bow of your head. The second man seemed to be young, but serious in posture and expression. He didn't wear usual kimono or hakama, but instead black outfit. He wasn't introduced to you.

''Miss ______,'' Kondou greeted you. ''Thank you for your cooperation."

''No problem at all,'' you answered. Cooperation that was fought over but you supposed that it was not worth mentioning.

Kondou then turned to Chizuru and with his big palm on her shoulder he wished her good luck. Except for Inoue and mysterious figure who disappeared once you didn't pay attention, you were all to go straight to Shimabara. Heisuke went ahead of you to make some preparation beforehand. Some members of 10th division appeared in sight as you left the compound – they were there to stay as a back-up. They were dressed in off-duty clothing, looking as casual citizens. Apparently Heisuke was to be Chizuru's bodyguard. Well, it worked quite alright. It was interesting, because they told the soldiers that Chizuru would be just acting as a spy, crossdressing for a woman. Since he's young. It gave away the fact that not many knew about her situation.

''Miss, it's been so long!" one of Harada's man spoke to you. You waved at him and greeted with a smile, still walking towards the red light district. Since almost all of 10th division just casually would greet you on the streets, you knew this man.

''Has your cold subsided?"

''Why yes! I feel strong as a horse now,'' he laughed.

You smiled back at him.

''Miss seems to be pretty excited for today,'' another one piped in. You hummed and tapped your cheek.

''Do I?"

''I see spring in your steps!"

You laughed at that. You weren't that excited. Sure, you wanted to see Hana-chan, because you missed her a lot. But maybe your mood was so up over the cloud just because you could spent some time with Harada and all these merry people. Of course, there was some danger creeping in the back of your head, and you very well knew that it was not just a funny trip. But... you were there to help Chizuru. Shinsengumi's intel work was not your part of the deal. And as you said, you will not get in trouble. So a bit of excitement was allowed, wasn't it?

''______-san,'' Chizuru who walked alongside turned to you. ''You seem to know everyone well."

''Why yes," one of the two answered instead. ''Our dressmaker miss is the most precious to captain, so we were told to always keep her safe!"

Chizuru made shocked face, completely not expecting such an answer. You stared at him with a surprise.

''Hey, you two," Harada spoke up, appearing beside the two soldiers. His arms slid around their shoulders, ''You run your mouth too much."

You started to giggle, the banter making you feel giddy. You didn't notice Chizuru's dejected face as you skipped to walk beside them.

''Is that right?" you joined them. You felt silly asking Harada this, but the jolly atmosphere was keeping your courage up.

He caught your gaze and winked, ''Sure thing, I told you that you're my favorite person in all Kyoto."

You blushed but still continued to laugh, alongside of them all. Within short time you arrived at gates to Shimabara. You passed by the deep red gate into a world of pleasure quarter, within the red and gold lights and flowery smell. The spring also arrived into the red light district.

The familiar route which you only could go on by day, now was submerged with men, filling every corner of the place.

''Red light district by night is so much more impressive,'' you said, looking around.

''The fun hasn't yet started," Harada spoke up, with a small cunning smile upon his lips.

The fun was yet about to start.

You arrived to the brothel by back doors, greeted by one of the male employees. He took you inside, leaving man of 10th division behind. Your nose was met with familiar, but much stronger than usual smell of incense. You walked up stairs and through quite quiet corridor. You were led into a small room, where Madam was awaiting with two other woman and slightly nervous Heisuke.

She greeted you with a curt nod, her narrow lips slightly risen in her usual grin.

''Madam'' you spoke up, walking up forward. Her eyes lit up with recognition, as she was always one who would greet you when you came by.

''I haven't expected you here,'' she said. Her voice sounded like crow's cackle after years of shouting and incense smelling.

You chuckled, ''yeah, I never expected to be here by night either. Is Hana-chan around?"

Madam scratched her chin, ''she's getting ready for the night. Are you the one who's gonna be dressed up?" she asked seizing you up and down.

''No, Madam,'' you and Harada spoke at the same time. Harade pointed at Chizuru, who stood at the back with Heisuke. Madam looked over at Chizuru with the same scrutinizing gaze as she did with you. She nodded.

''I'm here as a backup," you said.

''No time to waste then, Yuu, get them to the dressing room."

You and Chizuru were ushered to other room, far back into hallway. After making few turns you arrived at one the bigger rooms, now filled with few courtesans, getting ready for the night. Most of them had their hair and make up done, some were halfway through. Laughter like one of a nightingale resounded through the room, along with rustle of kimonos and jingle of hair ornaments.

While courtesans seemed to be in jovial mood, apprentices were running around in a rush, as to make everything perfect for the night. They didn't even spare you a single glance.

''______-chan?!" voice of your dear friend resounded through the room.

You waved to Hana, and with Chizuru by your side you made your way towards glamorously dressed woman. She gave you a quick hug and sqeezed your hands. Her bright eyes shone with some sorts of excitement.

''Are you here for the...?"

"No, this one is," you said, introducing her to Chizuru. ''I'm here to help Chizuru get dressed."

''Oh, that's good, because in all honesty we're short staffed," she spoke and rolled her eyes. ''But, hair and make-up first!"

Chizuru was taken to a vacant place by the mirror and one of ladies started to apply powder to her face. You took your time and sat down by Hana, since you didn't know much about make-up.

''I didn't expect you to show up here," Hana said.

''I heard that from Madam too,'' you chuckled. You admired her beauty, her gentle eyes that made many man swoon. She had a charm in her smile, which no one would be able to resist. You weren't surprised she was regarded as one of the most beautiful and you were sure – a bit, and she'd be highest ranking courtesan in Shimabara. You turned to her and said, ''I'm here to look over this kid.''

''A guardian?" her velvety voice cut though. You both looked over at Chizuru who was being taken care of by two older woman. They chatted along with her.

''Of sorts, yes,'' you said. ''You know, there will be a lot men here, and this one is just sixteen."

''I understand,'' she nodded in agreement. Her face lit up suddenly and she turned to you, ''We should get you dressed up too!"

You started to wave your hands in the air, ''Ah, no! I'm here as just some servant girl!"

Hana's perfect brows curled into a frown as she caught your hands in hers. She moved closer, with mischevious gleam dancing in her eyes, ''Nonsense! You're getting dressed up pretty!"

''Hana-chan...'' you whined.

And with this you were left with no room left to discuss, since Hana brought hairdresser and make up artist to get you a new look. She smiled at you spoke sweetly, ''Just for one night you can dress up, be jovial and be swept into my world, how about that?"

''I guess."

While women were yanking your hair in all directions to make it presentable, the Madam walked into the room. She looked over you and excited Hana and clicked her tongue.

''Your whims are going to cost us money,'' she said, plopping down by your small group. Two other courtesans sat down as well, watching as you and Chizuru were made into courtesans.

''Nonsense!" Hana interjected. ''Just put it onto Shinsengumi check, Madam!"

You laughed a bit. You wondered how much it costed Shinsengumi to make such an operation.

''I heard two of your shops were closed down recently,'' Madam commented, as she looked at her fingernails.

''Yes,'' you admitted with a soft sigh. You turned your eye to her, as you were currently kept by a chin by a make-up artist. ''We just put one bigger in better location."

You were a bit worried yourself with such situation in all honestly. It wasn't because shops were badly located or anything, in fact complete opposite. Location was great, but they simply didn't make as much money to make them manageable. It seemed people were more keen on purchasing the material themselves and then make kimonos themselves. Kimono's from your family shop were high quality, but also costly.

Unstable political situation also made unstable business and all you hoped for was for the days to turn better. You had more worries on your shoulder to carry still; your grandfather wasn't getting any younger, in fact his health was diminishing. You had no idea what would happen if he died and that scared you. You hardly could say you had anything to be considered dowry, except from some shares from your grandfather shop, that actually went down on you since your parents died. It wasn't much, but you clutched to this and tried to protect it. You didn't want to give it back to your grandfather; he'd give it to his oldest son, who went to Edo. Son who didn't want to have anything to do with the shops.

Also, you didn't want to get married to somebody random because your small rights would get into their hands. Having your own small shop was your dream and you were about to protect it.

In your silent musing you didn't notice as time passed and you and were ready to get dressed. You looked over into the mirror and noticed how exclusive your hair looked. Two flowers adorned your head along with small red comb. The amazing amount of hair pins were stuck all round your face, shining with every movement. You heard soft jiggling from pins that were added in the back, which you couldn't see without help of another mirror. Your now red tainted lips turned into 'o' shape as you watched yourself in wonder. You looked like an courtesan indeed.

You turned to Hana, but she disappeared a while ago, speaking about some kimono – you didn't really catch up what she said in continuous noise in the room.

You took out the pink kimono you prepared and went with Chizuru to some vacant place where you'd be able to help her dress up. As Yuu appeared by your side, she actually showed you to entirely empty room. It was convenient, you guessed.

You looked down at the girl and smiled at her.

''You look really pretty Chizuru,'' you complimented her as you slowly were putting on her all the layers. She looked really nice in the soft make-up and hairdo.

''Thank you..."

When she turned around you clapped your hands. You really chose nice kimono, that fitted not only her posture but also whole aura of slight innocence surrounding her. Soft pink hues also complimented her eyes, making her look soft and lady-like.

You dressed yourself in the kimono you prepared for yourself and both of you went back to the room.

''One of the man outside asked for Chizuru to come out whenever she's ready," Yuu announced as you appeared. You encouraged the girl with a nod and watched as she disappeared behind the doors.

''Take that abomination off," Hana said, just as she appeared inside again. You looked down at your simple kimono, that wasn't different from any what the apprentices around wore.

''Excuse me, I made it myself," you snapped back.

She waved her hand and approached you, one of her apprentices trailing close behind clutching some other kimono in her hands. Hana took it out of her hand hands and showed you with a grin.

You looked at her in astonishment.

''No."

''Yes!'' She said, ''You worked hard on this one, it would be a great shame if once you have a chance, you didn't wear it even once."

''But this one was made specifically for you, Hana-chan..."

''Yes, but by your design,'' she pointed out.

You touched the jet black kimono, your proudest creation and biggest accomplishment. You traced your fingers through familiar design of crimson camellia flowers. Between them unfolded fans were scattered around along with a red string. Balls of a childhood games pampered whole design while soft panels of fish scales brought you to memories of golden fish in your aquarium.

''I don't think I should,'' you said.

''I'm saying you should,'' Hana said and patted your shoulder.

In the end you gave in and wore the kimono. The gold obi stash with a single crane in the very front between garden of spider lilies was added. You looked into the mirror and a for a moment you felt as if you fitted into the room of beautifully dresses woman.

Three woman, including Chizuru walked back to the room. You could only guess that Chizuru was given some other instructions. Two other woman came in giggling to themselves.

''Ah, I didn't know Harada-san would be coming today."

''Me neither! I want to serve him!"

You smiled a bit as you were adjusting to the additional weight of many kimono layers and heavy obi. Harada was sure popular here as well, wasn't he?

''Do you think I can woo him?" the women continued.

''No way,'' the other laughed. ''He's a goner already!"

Your ears perked up.

''For who?"

"For the woman of  an bright eyes and sweetest smile," the woman sighed. ''I heard him saying that once!"

You couldn't hear the rest of the conversation as both courtesans went further into the room. You were now curious. Did they mean anyone in particular or just fleeting description of dream woman? But how do you find woman in such type? Any woman could have bright eyes and sweet smile. Why were you even thinking about it? Right, you were curious.

''Time's up, ladies,'' Madam's croaky voice resounded through the air. You were put as a last one in the line, before you stood Chizuru.

You looked over her and said to her in hushed manner, as you saw her looking a tad bit nervous, ''you'll be alright."

''Are you not nervous?" she asked.

''Well, I'm nervous a bit, of course,'' you replied with a hum. ''But since we're here there's no coming back from the decisions that were made, right?"

She nodded he head. Her expression cleared a bit.

''You're right. Let's work hard!"

''Yup!"

The night of many wonders and horrors was about to begin

[smugshiranui]

Shamefully slides a smutty fic of my OC with Sano and Kyo onto my dash at 3 AM when most people are asleep.

Anyway here’s my Modern AU OT3

Sanosuke always preferred Askr’s apartment.

Unlike his own living arrangements, her place was entirely to herself. A humble one bedroom apartment. Despite Mibu house’s massive size, she had privacy above all else. They could hang out together without having to worry about any of the guys coming to interrupt - and though Harada did enjoy his friends, there had been enough awkward moments where someone like Shinpachi would make some sort of commentary on Askr and Sanosuke’s relationship and whether it might be more than platonic.

Not to say he didn’t wish it was more than platonic, but that kind of stuff could never be easy - popularity and good looks could only get a person so far.

Not to mention Harada did have competition.

In this case, it was the three of them hanging out together in the apartment, Harada, Askr and Shiranui for the first time in a confined private space.

Although both of them had been pretty obvious with their rivalry, it seemed out of respect for Askr’s comfort they dialed their efforts back significantly, not wanting to put her into any sort of awkward situation in her own home.

Of course, both men sat on either side of her on the couch as the credits for the show they’d been watching rolled and the next episode started. 

For some time, things remained comfortable - and though Harada had been skeptical of spending such alone time between someone he wanted to be more than friends with and someone who had the same goal in mind, Shiranui’s company had been enjoyable enough as well. 

They were alike in enough ways to be friends, at least.

Being young, in one’s prime and pining for someone was enough on its own, but when things got steamy in the show they were watching, Sanosuke’s throat felt thick suddenly, the contact from Askr’s thigh against his own as they sat in close enough proximity was something he became much more physically conscious of.

The sudden regret for wearing comfortable grey sweatpants set in shortly after.

Things took a turn for what seemed to be the worst when Harada heard murmuring from Shiranui, glancing from the corner of his eye to see Kyo whispering something in Askr’s ear. He couldn’t make out most of it, but when Shiranui pulled back from her, he caught the tail end of the conversation.

‘Just tell me if you want to stop anytime’

The two men locked eyes as Shiranui reached towards Askr’s lap, his hand carefully taking hold of hers. Sanosuke’s stomach dropped, suddenly feeling out of place as though he became a third wheel in that moment. A questioning glance of his amber irises towards Askr didn’t give him any answers - she seemed just as uncertain herself as Shiranui guided her hand over towards Harada.

Holding his breath, the redhead watched dumbfounded as Askr tugged down the waistband of his sweatpants, unsure of what to make of the situation but - the anticipation made him throb, despite his confusion.

So he helped her free himself from beneath his underwear, tugging down the material to expose his experly groomed treasure trail before revealing his semi-hard cock; watching curiously and finally remembering to exhale and relax as he decided to go with the flow and just allow things to head wherever they were going.

Askr’s fingers, guided by Shiranui, wrapped around Harada’s length, pulling back the skin lightly to fully expose his sensitive head. 

He let out a pleased sigh from the contact, leaning back against the couch to allow his body language to do the talking.

Long red eyelashes gently ticked along his cheekbones as he watched the two hands work together to stroke him to complete hardness, his teeth gently sinking into his lower lip to contain his contented, breathy sighs.

As he looked over to Askr, a realisation struck him and he raised a hand to her face, gently cupping her cheek.

“I’ve never even kissed you,” he murmured, leaning closer until his lips ghosted over hers, tickling with each word as he continued to speak, “I can’t let it stay that way.”

His calloused fingers tucked a strand of her long dark hair behind Askr’s ear as his lips parted and pressed against hers, moving slowly and methodically in time with her languid strokes around his cock. Sanosuke couldn’t help but groan against her lips.

When he withdrew, his cheeks felt hotter than he maybe would have liked, but the red tinge to Askr’s cheeks in the dim lighting of her living room was to die for.

“That’s really sappy,” she teased with a light smile - one unlike the way she usually smiled when she teased - this one a lot more… kind?

“He’s right though,” Shiranui murmured, cupping Askr’s face to turn her attention towards him, “that’s somethin’ I need to change too.”

Kyo closed the distance faster than either of them could blink, his lips moving against hers with an obvious hunger like he’d been waiting a long time for this - and he definitely made it last; tilting his head to the side to get a better angle at her lips. Despite Kyo’s intense focus on Askr, they didn’t leave Harada’s need neglected, Shiranui’s grip firm and steady around Askr’s hand to keep her strokes well timed.

It all left Harada stunned - he was used to being in charge and in control and he was certain Askr didn’t have much experience based on late night conversations they had with each other and yet Sanosuke felt like he was acting like the one with the least experience of the three of them; his face perpetually hot and each stroke feeling better than he could ever imagine someone’s hand could be.

Eventually Shiranui came up for air, and though before he had been the most composed of the three, Kyo now seemed to have caught up with the others with how much of that composure he’d lost; reducing the three of them to a disaster trio experimenting with each other on the couch with little clear direction on where any of them wanted to go.

“Nnnh-Askr,” Harada exhaled a pleased groan, beads of precum dribbling from the slit of his head and down the shaft. He glanced at the two of them briefly, hesitation clear on his face as he worked up the nerve to follow himself up and speak, “haa- Kyo, faster…”

No amount of preparation could have helped it not feel strange saying Shiranui’s name like that, but it made Harada throb regardless; and Kyo obliged him, tightening his grip around Askr’s hand and guiding her into faster strokes along the length of him.

Not wanting to be the complete centre of attention, Harada twisted his torso so that his upper body faced Askr, burying his face into her neck where he peppered the expanse of skin with soft kisses, eventually settling directly above her pulse point where he suctioned his lips around her, soft moans escaping his throat against where he sucked a bruise onto her skin.

Shiranui, catching onto what Sanosuke had been doing, angled himself to follow suit, his teeth teasingly scraping against her neck and nipping at her before he latched onto a spot he liked and sucked his mark.

The way Askr whimpered as the two of them laid claim to her tightened the knot in Harada’s abdomen, his hips rolling lightly as he sought further stimulation from the hand - or, hands - around his aching cock.

“You’re gonna make me cum like this,” Sanosuke purred low in Askr’s ear, nipping playfully at the lobe.

Perhaps she gained a sudden bout of confidence in their experimental situation, but Askr surprised Harada when she dipped down and returned the favour of showering Sanosuke’s neck with attention, her trailing down to the base.

“That is what I want, you know,” she tried to sound confident, but the embarrassment was obvious in her voice enough so that Harada felt it was a shame her face was hidden in his neck - even if the sensation of her lips as she began to suck against his skin felt good enough for him to not want her to stop. 

“Nnng-Ah, fuck…” he hissed, not expecting it to feel as good as it did as the suction of her mouth tugged at his skin and popped the delicate vessels beneath the surface, making her own mark on him like Kyo and Sanosuke had done to her.

It sent him unravelling quickly, a hand reaching desperately for Askr’s face so he could cup her cheek and kiss her, his tongue eagerly poking past her lips as he moaned into the kiss. The bit of his visible abs harden as his torso flexes, trying to draw it out as long as possible before he reached his peak. His lips broke from Askr’s, bringing along trail of saliva from their rather sloppy kiss, and he watched her with a strained expression as he teetered closer to the edge.

“Sanosuke...” Kyo growled, causing the heat in the redhead’s cheeks to become unbearable as he made eye contact with the other man, who’s violet eyes narrowed in a lusty gaze as he smirked and picked up his pace.

Shiranui nudged Askr towards Harada slightly, as if trying to get her to do something, and with a moment of hesitation she leaned in and ghosted her lips above Sanosuke’s. 

“Cum for me, Sanosuke,” she murmured, giving him a gentle peck on the lips after her command.

The words sent Harada hurdling to his climax, he couldn’t focus on returning Askr’s kiss and instead his lips parted in a silent ‘o’ as he lurched and his cock twitched in their hands, cum spilling from the head onto his stomach and down the shaft, coating both Shiranui and Askr’s hands as they continued to stroke him through his climax, his breathing ragged between low groans, and one particularly soft whimper as the two made him unravel so completely under their touch.

As he came down from the high, Harada’s muscular chest heaved with his deep breaths, his gaze tired and half-lidded as he looked over to the two with an awkward, satisfied smile. There was a bit of a mess, but most of it got onto Askr and Kyo’s hands as opposed to his own body.

Shiranui released Askr’s hand and stood, holding his cum-messy hand above his other to make sure it didn’t drip anywhere as he made a quick move towards the bathroom.

“There’s way too much…” the two could hear Kyo murmur to himself from the hallway.

Askr seemed to be less in a hurry, watching Harada with a wide-eyed gaze so cute to him that he couldn’t resist leaning over and brushing his lips softly against hers.

“That was…” he breathed, “actually really nice.”

[camuslittlesister]

‘Tis the Season for Smut 2.0 Content Creation Challenge III

Dec 7th First of all, thank you for reading and liking and reblogging, and of course @voltage-vixen for the prompts, I am chuffed to see that folks other than my friends (who I could dismiss as doing it out of a sense of duty) are enjoying my very self-indulgent writing.

If you haven’t read the other ones, here are the links to Kazama (Dec 1st) and Hijikata (Dec 3rd). Tonight is the turn of the honey-voiced god-tier gentleman Harada, to whom I have dedicated so much metaphorical ink they don’t even make it to Hokkaido within the fanfic, and if I wrote a part II they’d be turning up to the airport entirely sleep-deprived (and Sanan and Nagakura would have a field day with it)

Prompt: “You’re the only gift I plan on unwrapping tonight.” Ship: Sanosuke Harada x OC  CW: Oral sex, her receiving. It’s more explicit than previous ones and features a factual mention of a relevant body part in its scientific name (I don’t really do dirty talk or cutesy nicknames)

The Hakuo Academy’s gift exchange was in full swing, the boys excited to see who would get the gifts clearly bought by the only female student and female teacher in the school.“Are you not going to open that, Mr Harada?” asked Miss Iba as she unwrapped a book of Haiku that was either the gift bought by Mr Hijikata, or by a lovesick student who hoped Hijikata would be the one to get it.“Not yet” his lips curved into a teasing smile as he leaned in so no one else could hear him “You’re the only gift I plan on unwrapping tonight”. She didn’t reply: they had already planned to go home together to celebrate their first Christmas as a couple. Soon they heard Mr Nagakura’s triumphant exclamations announcing a slight change of plan: they were going on holiday to Hokkaido the following day.“It's not too bad. I'm sure we can buy anything we need when in Hokkaido, and you can just go home to pack quickly and then take the luggage to my place". Harada’s smile looked resigned, he was anticipating not leaving the bed the next day, but his girlfriend was intent on making the best of the situation. Once he had packed for the trip, he let himself into her home with the spare key and found her wearing an apron that almost made her look like a maid in a maid café, finishing the preparations for an elaborate spread of late night snacks. He couldn’t help thinking she would make a fine wife one day, although he wasn’t ready to ask just yet. He opened the wine while she took the final two plates, and trapped her in his arms when she made for taking off her apron. “Uh-uh. I have a present to unwrap, remember?” “What if I didn’t wear it?” “Then I’d have to punish you, which you don’t like, so I’m sure you did...also, the dress you're wearing shows it” she smiled wistfully, she should have chosen a more loose-fitting dress that afternoon. "It's not as uncomfortable as I thought it would be" she replied, sitting on his lap as he moved her hair out of the way to kiss her neck "shouldn't we have a drink and eat some of this food I made?" "It's all cold food, it can wait..." he undid the knot on the apron and the zip on her dress "I would have been doing this one hour ago if it wasn't for Shinpachi..." she sighed. When he used that low throaty purr of a voice she couldn't find it in herself to resist him, and so the dress was soon sliding off her arms and torso to reveal the corset he had bought. "It looks even prettier than it did in the store...I don't really want to take it off you now..." he pulled her hand to make her get up so he could see the gift in full as the dress finally reached the floor "You're breathtaking..." he meant every word of it. He looked at her in awe, somewhat unsure what he had done in previous lives to deserve her "but I guess at least something needs to come off..." before she could notice he had taken off her knickers. She stepped out of them as he pulled on her hand to get her back in his arms, trapping her down on the sofa underneath him. "I love you. You're the best present I could ever ask for..." he whispered, his seductive voice barely audible and yet able to send a shiver down her spine. He caressed the fabric of her corset and the stockings as he placed her legs over his shoulders, lowering himself down on her slowly, the anticipation building up like a slow fire inside her. His touch was gentle and deliberate, like he was a gourmet savouring a new dish, his attention focused on every subtle change to her body, her breathing, her moans, the way her hands hid in his hair. Other men may have missed them, but nothing pleased him more than knowing just how deeply she felt him. "Sanosuke..." she whispered, pleadingly. He could have gone on forever, but she felt he had built up to her pleasure enough, and if he took his sweet time for much longer she would just explode. He pushed his long fingers even further, looking for the inner clitoris just as his tongue picked up the pace on the outside. Mere moments later he felt her body tense up and release, and sat back up straight with a satisfied smirk as he gently put her legs down on his lap, looking down at her dotingly as she caught her breath. “Merry Christmas, Kikuzuki” she smiled, her eyes still closed, silently relishing the moment for a little while longer.  Also good job me, my perfectionism making me proofread the text again helped me spot that I had accidentally pasted the next one too x_x Miss Iba is not a self-insert character but I, too, lose all my rational faculties with Harada’s voice, which lives rent-free in my head and in fact I’d pay the voice to live in there. 

[mythicalavengermakeup]

Harada Special Completed! Working on an AO3 account. Until then, enjoy the smut I bring to you from Tumblr! Sano x OC based on rp I am in on discord. There is no IC bases for the smut. Just for fun. I was also encouraged to make it into a series. Bad Saito mum. XD

NC 17 M RATING NSFW SMUT EROTICA writing.

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Sanosuke slid the door open to her room with his foot, squeezing through the cracked frame, carefully making sure he didn’t get Midori’s head hit in the process. She clearly had way too much to drink, and was a bit of an emotional mess. Sanosuke could instantly tell that Midori did not drink often. It was a good thing she didn’t if she got like that. Skillfully, he closed the door behind him with his foot again while continuing to hold the mumbling mess that was Midori. However, his Hakama got caught in the door frame and he tripped. Dropping her legs and holding her head, he barrel rolled on the ground and ended up on his back, with her on top, her legs between his. “That was close..” Sano signed, looking down at the top of Midori’s head. “Let’s get you to bed shall we?” He whispered, letting his hand rest on the top of her head. “Don’t go around drinking with anyone else if you get like this..”

Midori breathed in loudly while shifting her position, her hips rolling on his pelvis just right to awaken someone. Her hands moved to his chest, pushing herself up so she could look down at him. Pink hair curtained the two of them in their own little box around their faces. “Why not?” Midori asked, replying to his question with curiosity. Her cheeks were red from the rise in temperature, and not only from the booze. There were a few reasons Midori never really liked to drink. One was because she was an emotional mess. Happy one minute then crying the next. The other.. well... she got really horny. She never had issues containing herself.

Sanosuke had not expected Midori to wake up, and her new position was spelling trouble, especially when her hips seemed to rock back and forth from being unbalanced from intoxication. The drunk look she had in her eyes, and her heavy breathing was making little Sano twitch. “Ah.. well.. Some men might take advantage of you. The Shinsengumi would not -” 

“You mean you wouldn’t?” Midori cut him off, lowering her face so it was closer to his, the pink hair still curtaining their faces. “What if I wanted you to? Would you then?” Midori asked in a lustful voice, moving a hand up to have her index finger touch the bottom of Sano’s bottom lip and dragging it across slowly.

Sanosuke was taken back by this new Midori on top of him. He had never heard her speak like this, and tried to chalk it up to just being drunk. It also excited him greatly. He loved a woman that could take the initiative. “Mi-chan.. You’re drunk and you don’t know what you are saying… Let’s get you into bed.” 

Midori did not back down for a moment, even when Sansouke sat up and moved her off of him. “All the girls tonight were talking about you and your skills. I..I want to know.” Sanosuke didn’t respond while taking out the futon, starting to set it up. 

Midori watched Sanosuke, who was putting the finishing touches on the laid out futon. He stood up, and came over to Midori, bending down so he was eye level. “I’m happy that you would ask me. I’d rather you be sober and ask that question again Mi-Ch-.”

Midori snaked her arms around his neck pulling his face down to hers. She had caught him off guard with the kiss, and it was a heated one. She crushed her lips against his, her eagerness showing. It was true. Midori had only been with one man before. Her late husband. However, he was more often with other girls than her, and it was rare when they celebrated their marriage together. When they did.. He was so drunk it was a surprise that Midori even became pregnant. When she heard the women talking about Sano and how he was ever since the first welcoming party, Midori had been curious ever since. Midori broke the kiss, looking at him with pure lust and want in her eyes. “Do not make me order you to do so.” Midori joked, giving him a playful smile before devouring his lips once again.

Sano tried to say her name between kisses. It came out more as mumbling. The harder her lips crushed against his, the more Sano was willing to indulge her in her asks. It wasn’t long before Sano found himself raising his arms and wrapping them around her waist, pulling her up onto his lap, not hiding his excitement. Midori let out a soft moan against his lips when she felt his excitement poke her through the kimono. This only made Sanosuke pull her hips down harder on his, thrusting his hips upwards so that she could feel it more. His hands began to undo the Obi at the back of the Kimono, letting it loosen the fabric. Sanosuke was finally able to break the kiss, his chest heaving up and down to get air back into his lungs. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, his hot breath tickling her collar bone. Midori shivered at the chills that ran down her spine. “If we are doing this, we are doing this proper. I hope you are prepared for the Harada Special.” Sanosuke used his teeth to scrape against her neck, getting excited shakes from Midori. Her nails dug into the backs of his shoulders. Sanosuke grabbed onto her tightly, lifting her up while he stood. Midori wrapped her legs around his waist to keep herself up while Sansouke destroyed her lips with excitement. Soon Midori found herself with her back on the futon, and Sansosuke removed his top. 

Midori removed her arms from around his neck, finally breaking the kiss and allowing for much needed air for the two of them. She ran her fingers down his chest, nails dragging along the skin. Sano took a sharp breath in, sitting up so he was standing on his knees. Golden eyes looked down at the pink haired girl, her fingers exploring his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles. Midori took her time, red eyes following her fingers movements. Down the pecs to the sides. From the sides she trailed her fingers downwards, before moving over each ab. She was stopped by the bandage he had wrapped around his waist. That was until she tore it off, ripping it in the process. 

“Oi oi..” Sano let out a chuckle, using one hand to untie his hair. “Careful now.. Don’t break me before you try me.” He joked, golden orbs watching Midori’s face change and twist with excitement when her fingers passed over his stomach muscles, and the scar that he had across his belly. When Midori reached the top of his Hakama, she froze and wondered. Throwing all caution to the wind, she had asked for this from him. She could feel her loins pulsing with excitement so much, she could feel it in her thighs. Midori didn’t want to be left hanging to dry. She was scared, but also excited. She wanted to know how it felt to have an orgasm, and at the same time she didn’t. She worried what Sanosuke would think if he knew. Midori mentioned before that she didn’t understand what the girls were talking about, but she did not tell Sanosuke that she had never had an orgasm in her life. 

It was if Sanosuke had sensed her hesitation, bringing one of her hands up to his lips, kissing the fingertips. He looked down at Midori, his eyes asking for her to confirm once again that she was ok with proceeding. If there was one thing Sano was not, was someone that took advantage of a woman.

Midori bit her bottom lip, red eyes looking up into Sanosuke’s golden ones. To show him she was ok with proceeding, she moved her hands to her Kimono, pushing one side off her shoulder. She was stopped by Sanosuke’s hands when she went to pull the other one down. “You’ve ordered the Harada Special. I’m here to serve you..” 

Sanosuke was entertained by the reactions Midori gave off. She wasn’t lying when she said she didn’t understand. The slightest touch from him seemed to almost send her over the edge. Just thinking about what she would be like when he began to touch other places made his cock even harder.

Sanosuke pulled Midori up and sat back himself. Midori was now straddling his lap, and immediately Sano went to work on her neck. Soft kisses, nibbles and bites. No matter what he did, when his lips or teeth made contact he could feel her tremble. It was even better that he could feel her loins pulsing against his own. There was no hiding how turned on she was. Sanosuke smiled, fisting a hand into her hair and pulling her head back, making easier access to the spot between her collarbone. 

Midori could not do much other than allow Sanosuke to do what he wished. Her body was giving in to his touch. His fingers that fisted in her hair controlled how much her neck was exposed and when. His other hand was rubbing her calf before slowly reaching up, taking his time on her hamstring. Whenever he got even the slightest bit close, Midori's hips would lift towards his hand. "S-Sano..suke." Midori moaned out.

Sanosuke smiled against her collarbone. “Yes?” He whispered, moving his hand up the center of her body, starting at her belly. The obi was barely hanging on. Twisting the fabric between his fingers, he pulled on it, dropping it to the side. The kimono fabric shifted, exposing more of her skin, but still kept hidden other areas on her chest. His hand went back to where it left off. For a tease, he ran it under her Kimono, and so gently over her breast and nipple, getting excited gasps from Midori. Pushing the side of her kimono she began with further off her shoulder and further down her arm, Sanosuke went to the new area, brushing his lips over the newly exposed skin.

Midori moved her arm, letting the kimono fall straight off the side. Half of Midori was exposed to Sanosuke, and she was excited. Every time he touched her, be it his lips or his hands, she let out excited gasps and small moans. She was loving the attention he was spending on exploring her body. She couldn’t get enough of it. It turned her on so much to feel like he couldn’t get enough of her. Sanosuke pulled the other side of the Kimono off, leaving Midori fully exposed to his eyes. Lifting her up, he placed her down on the Futon. One hand went straight to work on her nipple, while his mouth took hold of the other one. 

Arching her back towards his face, Midori covered her mouth with the back of her hand, her face red, and her moans loud. She didn’t know she could be so loud. The way his tongue flicked and circled her nipple sent jolts of electricity through her body. She felt more drunk from the pleasure Sanosuke was giving her than the actual booze itself. When his hand travelled south from her breast, Midori’s legs clamped down on his hand as soon as his fingers reached her clit. Her hips circled and she pulsed hard against his hand. “Ohoo… You’re quite sensitive..” Sanosuke chuckled, giving a smile, trailing a path down to where his hand was with his tongue. 

“S-Shut up!” Midori’s tone was annoyed, and soon changed the moment his tongue began to flick and lips began to kiss her clit. She let out a loud moan, muffled by the back of her hand. What he did shocked her. She didn’t know it was even possible for a man to do this to a woman. Sanosuke was highly experienced to Midori. Her back arched and her hips tried to get away from his mouth. His hands were holding her pelvis down and in place, not allowing her to run. Midori’s hips began to move unconsciously against his mouth, begging for more. Sanosuke obliged, removing one hand holding her down to slide two digits inside Midori, curling his fingers upwards so he could tease her g-spot. Her eyes went wide, and her moans became louder, and she became wetter.

It felt like fireworks went off inside of her entire body. At times she held her breath as they went off, her face becoming super red with a few tears sneaking out. Sanosuke didn’t stop his rhythm, and it felt like Midori went on for minutes, her moans never stopping.When the fireworks finally felt like they ended, Midori moved her hands to run through Sano’s hair, her hips continuing to move and circle despite his face and hands not being there. Sano had removed his face from between her legs, trailing kisses back up to her face.    

Midori flipped them over so she was now on top of Sano,a surprised look in his eyes. He didn’t expect her to take the reins. He had no complaints though. She looked gorgeous on top of him nakid, pure ecstasy in her eyes. His hands massaged her hips. “Now that you’ve got me what do you plan to do with me?” Sano teased, his hands moving to rub her thighs. Midori, still feeling the electric shocks of her first orgasm, moved so she was lowering herself between his legs as her hands made work of removing his Hakama tie. Now she was face to face with his member, pre cum oozing from the tip. She noted it looked different from what she had previously seen. Sano had extra girth that her late husband did not, not to mention additional skin. Midori used her fingers to slowly move the skin up and down before licking the tip with her tongue.

Sanosuke took a sharp breath in, having not expected her to go down on him. Sitting up, his hands immediately went to grab her long hair, holding it behind her head while she put him in her mouth. Sanosuke let out a groan, grinding his teeth hard to stop himself from thrusting  hard into her mouth. The last thing he wanted to do was to scare the girl.

Midori found this particular act to be enjoyable. Before with her late husband it was hard, and she didn’t like it one bit. To her, having that extra skin made her mouth slide much easier up and over his head, then back down again. Her mouth was small, and Sano was massive. At least more so than her late husband. It was also easier to suck, and suck hard. “Midori!” Sanosuke gasped. Midori pulled her mouth off and looked up at his face, concerned she might have hurt him. Instead all she saw was his red face with pleasure written all over it. Sanosuke brought her face up, crushing her lips with his. Midori crawled up, forcing Sano to lay down on the Futon. Once she was on top of him, she broke the kiss, and positioned herself so she was rubbing herself up and down his shaft, now allowing him entry. It was warm and soft, and Midori got more turned on the more she rubbed against it.

 

Sanosuke groaned, his hands moving to her hips to help guide her. He wasn’t one that was often teased, and it excited him to see this side of her. What else was she capable of? He wondered, pushing his hips up so her clit could grind harder on his shaft. Sanosuke watched all her reactions. The way her face twisted when a good spot was hit, the way her legs began shaking when the rhythm was steady. He wondered just how much she could go, and for how long. It only made him get harder at the thought, and the urge to test it out.

 

Midori continued to grind on his shaft. She could feel Sano pushing up as well, and the harder it grinded, the more excited sounds that came from her. She placed both hands on his chest to hold herself steady, her hips rocking faster and harder. Sanosuke never looked anywhere but her face, his lips twisting into a grin when she began to shake on top of him, her fingers trying to fist into his skin. He enjoyed how vocal she was. “Enjoying yourself?” He asked.

Midori breathed heavily on top of him. Her loins pulsed and throbbed hard against his shaft. Her entire body shook, and when she shook and her hips moved to a certain spot, they jolted, as if she was still orgasming. Midori nodded her head, taking deep breaths to calm herself. “I.. uh.. fuck..” 

Sanosuke smiled, sitting up and cupping her face with his hand, his other moving to hold her around her waist, devouring her lips. As he got up, his slick shaft moved downwards against her. When he felt the tip touch her opening, he thrusted up into her. Midori’s eyes went wide, moaning into Sano’s lips. He stayed still for about 10 seconds, letting her get used to his size before he began moving his hips. Breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers, changing up between rocking his hips, and circling them. Sano didn’t enjoy rushing.

Midori was something else, he thought. It was like no one had touched her properly. The thought of this drove Sano even further in wanting to make sure every inch of her was touched. After all, he promised the Harada special, and he was going to make sure he delivered on every aspect. Midori’s moans were coming out sounding like she was begging for the same over and over. Sanosuke didn’t refuse, learning much about the way she liked to be touched already. It wasn’t hard for him to see exactly what she craved.

Midori was in the clouds. She never thought such feelings were possible sexually for a woman. It was like he knew exactly how to move, and what to touch. She was thankful this was happening at the pleasure house where they were celebrating a victory, and not the temple where it was not allowed. No one would pay any attention to the cries of a man and a woman having sex in this place. “Sanosuke… I…” Midori tried to speak through her shakes. Sano found this to be amusing. “Nani? Don’t hold back.” He said, her legs beginning to tremble. Not expecting Her insides to grab a hold of him tighter than he thought they would, Sano had to bite his lip to stop himself from releasing. “Fuck..” Sanosuke grabbed her hips with both hands, stilling her movements. It was a close call for Sano.

 

Midori breathed heavily on top of him, taking big breaths in and letting them out her mouth, trying to calm herself. She could not touch him enough, her hands moving up and down his arms, his chest, his shoulders, and his back, her lip quivering as if she was cold.

Sanosuke took a few deep breaths of his own before flipping Midori over and onto her back, staying between her legs. He felt her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer into her and deeper. Sanosuke answered her ask, pushing up to the point her hips lifted up off on the ground, and she was holding herself up by her legs around his waist. As soon as Midori felt Sanosuke thrust inside from the new position, it was as if the entire clit went on fire. When he thrusted in, his shaft ran up and down the entire g-spot. When he thrusted out, her clit would drag along his shaft on the outside, making for a wonderful experience. Whether Sano ment to do it intentionally, or if he had no clue, she wasn’t sure. All she knew is that she really liked this position. 

Sanosuke could see the joy written all over face, and he couldn’t help but comment on it. “You really like that?” He asked, stopping his movements to watch her face as she moved her hips herself up and down on his shaft. Sanosuke only got more turned on with Midori. It was a first for him to have someone beg him for more just like she was. It only confirmed his earlier suspicion of no one having touched her properly, or allowed her to explore to find out. It was now spilling out, and he did not mind the visuals that came with it. It was the first time she was making such faces and noises, and they were for him and him alone.

 

Midori had rode herself to her own orgasm, Sano smiling. She never did answer his question. “H..Hai.” She answered truthfully.

Sanosuke wasn’t expecting her to answer so forwardly. This pleased him, and he bent down to place kisses along her neck. “I’ll reward you for your honesty.” He whispered into her ear, starting to move his hips at a slow tempo at first, before moving to a medium one. Sanosuke couldn’t help up but to sit up on his knees to grab her hips and stop them from moving. The way her breasts bounced, the way she looked to be in pure bliss, and the way his name rolled off her tongue got him right where he needed to be. He started thrusting into her fast and hard, feeling her tighten around him tightly. 

“Fuck.. Midori!” Sano said through gritted teeth, pulling himself out to release his juices outside of her, his hand helping with the rest of the release while he laid his head on her chest, his breath hot and heavy, his chest heaving. 

Midori’s own breathing resembled that of Sanosuke’s, reaching her hands up to run them through his red locks as they both breathed in the sweetness that was air. Sanosuke laid down on his stomach beside her, not removing his head from her chest. Midori laid there trying to process what had just happened. Tons of first were hit on her sexual list that she never thought she would experience. Experiences that other women spoke about and Midori wished to feel. As she ran her hands ran through his hair, she could feel his breathing soften and steady itself. “Sanosuke?” Midori asked, trying to see his face without moving too much. She got no answer. “Fell asleep?” Midori asked, awaiting an answer. Again nothing from Sanosuke. “Guess it doesn’t really matter..” Midori started. “Arigatou Sanosuke..I will never forget tonight’s experience..” she whispered, not wanting to wake him. What she didn’t see was the smile on his lips as he spoke. He only pretended to be asleep. “Let’s do it again.” He said, making Midori jolt from getting scared. She gave his arm a smack before asking, “What? N-Now? Didn’t we just...” She said nervously, not sure if she could handle any more. Sanosuke lifted his head up, looking down at her red eyes with his gold ones. “Those faces you made.. Don’t show any other man this. They are for me only..” He said in a deep tone that caused shivers to run down Midori’s spine. “And.. what if I say no?” She asked, her hands holding the sides of his face. Sanosuke smirked in response, moving his face to the side to plant kisses on her wrist, holding her hand with his. “Then we aren’t leaving this room until you agree.” 

[fyrephoenixcosplay]

My muses and their blogs

updated muse list with corresponding blogs

Roy Mustang @burningflamesofhell (FMA)

Shira Emiya (female Archer Shiro Emiya) @courageofanarcher (Fate)

Aurora Larien Phoenix @auroralarienphoenix (fandomless OC)

Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Erza Scarlet, Gray Fullbuster, Gajeel Redfox, Wendy Marvel, Happy, Carla, Pantherlilly, Leo/Loke, Virgo, Aquarius, Gemini, Taurus, Sagittariuses, Aries, Scorpio, Cancer, Capricorn, Levi, Mirajane, Cana, Mystogan/Jallal, Juvia, Laxus, Makarov, Mavis, Gildarts, Elfman, Porlyusica, Lizana, Fried, Evergreen, Bickslow. @fairytailchildren (Fairy Tail)

Kenshin Himura @courageofaronin (Rurouni Kenshin/Samurai X)

Kyo Shoma @forgottenyearofthecat (Fruits Basket)

Arturia Pendragon (Saber), Yuuri Katsuki, Summer Rose, Raven Branwen, Clover Ebi @magicofmuses (multifandom)

Nasuca Burnheart @flowerdragonslayer (Fairy Tail OC)

Nivea, Deirdra (jacks), Oberon, Callum @niveasolice (fandomless OC’s)

Ruby Rose @silverredlikeroses (RWBY)

Chizuru Yukimura, Hijikata Toshizo, Hajime Saito, Okita Souji, Harada Sanosuke, Heisuke Toudou, Nakakura Shinpatchi @hakuokidevils (Hakuouki)

Senna, Orihime Inoue, Hollow Ichigo, Ichigo Kurosaki, Toshiro Hitsugaya, Yoruichi Shihouin, Byakuya Kuchiki @squadofsouls (Bleach)

Viktor Nikiforov @yurisgodonice (Yuri on Ice)