Requestings; take 4

Otogi-themed 4 lexiluda; because I decided, fuck this, I'm going with porn. 8D

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This day would forever go down in history as the day when Ryuuji Otogi finally scored. With Jou's sister. She was so innocent, so eager, so perfectly willing, and no one needed to know this.

Shizuka moaned softly, bucking against his hips. Her breath was hot on his skin, her hands moved on his arms timidly, but it was more than clear that she wouldn't hold back. Couldn't. Didn't want to.
Otogi leaned over her, pressing her into the sofa and whispered sweet nothings into her ear while his hands pulled down her shorts. The 'please, more' was left unsaid.

Requestings, take 5

4 hotfruits, and I do apologise. Genfic doesn't turn out all that good for me in such a... condensed form. D:

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It was the first time in forever that they had a normal party. Just the four of them.
Anzu had made tea and cookies, Jou had brought pizza, and Honda had rented out a movie. Eventually, Jou and Honda had picked one of their usual fights and Yuugi had tried to be the voice of reason (failing terribly, too), and she'd had to yell at them to knock it off. Now Jou was snoring on the couch, Honda and Yuugi were duelling, and she was cleaning up the room.
All in all, a normal evening. No saving the world tonight.

Requestings; take 6

fetusforbrunch, here's your Muraki/Bakura. 8D

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He watched the shadows dissipate around the young white-haired man and saw that where there had previously been another man, now lay a game piece. Muraki quirked his eyebrow; this was something new. He did not know of any demons that could do that.
Bakura looked up and cold brown eyes met a single grey one; the other one hidden behind silvery bangs.

"An interesting ability," Muraki remarked.

Bakura sneered and picked up the game piece, flipping it casually in his hand. "I can show you, one more time."

Muraki smiled. He was going to enjoy playing with this one.

Requestings; take 7

exponible, I had to struggle with keeping this to exactly 100 words because akdfjkdafhjkadsf I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS IDEA. ;~;

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Minase Hijiri was already a famous violinist when Kurosaki Nagare first saw him perform. It was a nightmarish reality and he must have been dreaming because there was no other explanation.
It was his son. Had to be his son. But he was dead and yet he lived, and Nagare didn't know what to think.

"Hisoka," he breathed, awed. He had to meet this young virtuoso.

The woman sitting next to him overheard that and after noticing the hungry look in his eyes scooted away from him as far as her seat would allow it. "Freak," she thought with disgust.

Requestings; take 8

nochick_fics again; because skdfjasjkd This pairing. How can I refuse? :'D

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Sakura branches wound tightly overhead, the scent of the madly blossoming flowers quite suffocating. Subaru lay on the ground, immobilised by branches, spells, and his own indecision whether to attack or to yield.
Seishirou did not look at him, not yet. His hands were exploring the body of the young man whom he was going to break soon. "Tonight," he whispered, "you'll be my offering." But when he looked up, Subaru had turned away, ignoring him; refusing to see him, to acknowledge him. "Tonight," Seishirou tried again, but the words didn't come.
He could take him, but never have him.

Requestings; take 9

4 ruririi; ilu for requesting this~ <3

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"A-are you sure we're not related?" Hijiri whispered in the dark, his breath hitched slightly. Hisoka was right next to him, hands under his shirt and lightly moving up his back, barely touching, trying his hardest to keep the distance lest he become overwhelmed with emotions.
"Don't care," he ground out and leaned in close to Hijiri's neck, breathing against his ear, still undecided about this.
The violinist was the first one to break the final distance between them. A brush of lips against the empath's shoulder and Hisoka was struck by emotions so wild it made his head spin.

Requestings; take 10

4 shireheart;

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"Lelouch vi Britannia commands you-"

"Does he now?" Muraki chuckled.

"When did you..." Lelouch wanted to know just how the man had suddenly gotten behind him, but before he could say a word, he found himself pinned to the ground with this strange man's weight on top of him.

"I've been watching you for a while," Muraki whispered in his ear, and Lelouch could feel his breath travel down his neck and onto-- wait, since when were his shoulders bare? "You'll tell me in detail. Everything about that eye of yours."

Skilled fingers travelled down his spine and Lelouch shivered.

Requestings; take 11

..............daigranon; 8'D

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He really hated sakura. Ever since Mukuro, he could not stand the sight of it. One day, being in an especially bad mood, he had ripped apart one of those trees. His clothes had reeked of sakura for weeks after, no matter how many times he had them washed. From that day on, he preferred to keep his distance from them. He made the sakura viewing festival a wonderful excuse to let all of his frustration out on the people who were crowding.
And the girl who tried asking him out forever remembered the peril behind the words "sakura mochi".

Requestings; take 12

4 yamikakyuu; <3333

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"Kamiko-"

"I know," Mukuro laughed softly, pressing his knee into Hibari's back harder. "Looking forward to it."

A low furious growl and Hibari was on top again, fists clenched in Mukuro's shirt; their legs tangled. His lip was bleeding and Mukuro had a bruised cheek, but it didn't matter. Weapons had been cast aside a while ago, and so was the majority of their clothing. Mukuro's knee rubbed against his groin and Hibari punched his shoulder, forcing him onto the ground.

"Do you want to die?" he growled, leaning in close to Mukuro's face; breathing hard.

"Don't tease me, Hibari."

Requestings; take 13

4 obseletevulture; because we might be the only people in the universe shipping this crazy. :'D

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Noa felt immense satisfaction biting down on Bakura's shoulder. He had been annoying him all afternoon, after all; this was a perfectly valid payback. Bakura snarled, twisted his body, and pinned the computer brat down. He glowered, hovering above him.
"Don't anger me," he growled, low.
Noa kicked him instead of a response and when Bakura's grip slipped a bit, pulled his hand free to punch him in the gut.
"That's it, you little--"
Noa bared his teeth and lunged for his neck. Bakura drew back in the last second.
"That's it. You’re getting it the hard way tonight."