I was gonna say Younger Toguro but ill do both Younger Toguro x Karasu Elder Toguro x Karasu Thoughts? As a consensual relationship

As a consensual relationship, I honestly don’t see either working too well, though Elder x Karasu might in a more twisted way. Younger Toguro has a code of ethics, screwed up as they are. He’s a classical hero gone bad. He has rules, he acknowledges his own evil as transgressing those rules. He chooses hell for himself in the end, after all, to punish himself. 

Karasu is a sadist, masochist likely, too, and I highly doubt he’d go to hell to repent. He’s got an ego, as well. He’s a vampire-wanna be. If there was a consensual relationship… it’d about sex only, in my opinion. They have nothing to offer each other on the path that was set for them – Karasu dying still thinking he’s superior, Toguro choosing Hell.

As for Elder… there might be some potential for nice sadistic and masochistic play there. They’re both deprived assholes, both love to toy with their opponents. They could prop each other up, encourage the sick behavior in each other, which could lead to some nice, tragic ends for them. They both die by Kurama’s hand, thinking they’re superior, after all. Imagine now, Karasu’s death fueling Elder’s hate for Kurama more.

Elder x Karasu wouldn’t get in the way of any narrative, while also potentially pumping it up and adding depth to the two characters. 

So yes, as a consensual relationship, Elder Toguro x Karasu could very well work.

– Mod Lola

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Touch and Go pt. 1

Shizuru x Botan x Hiei sfw-ish request for @yyhthepornfiles pt.2 will be nsfw

Her hands were soft on his skin, trailing up his muscular arms as she walked by. He had been training all afternoon and she had stopped by to say hi. She had been healing small marks on his skin though his body would have healed them without her help. She was using it as an excuse to touch him, as was clear by the smile that reached her amethyst eyes.

Her nails would lightly graze his skin as she moved from one mark to the next, the pads of her fingers trailed over his muscle light as petals. The warmth of her healing energy when she stopped to heal a small mark was electricity straight to his nerves. If it weren’t for the fact Mukuro was watching him train he would have taken her right there. He would have ripped that pink kimono off her body, or bent her over the nearest knocked over dummy and fucked her until that perfect brushed blue hair was an unkempt mess.

He was waiting for Mukuro to make his plans come to fruition, but he would be disappointed. Botan neared him, summoning her oar. “I have to go back to living world,” she told him. “I’ll see you later,” she whispered as she bent over, her breath blowing over his ear, followed by a quick kiss to his cheek.

He had grown to accept her presence, to accept her teasing and the reward it brought… but she was leaving? Now? He held back a growl as she gave him a wicked smile and flew away, leaving him to finish his training.

Back in living world Shizuru was awaiting Botan. The girl had promised the two of them could see a movie. She felt her familiar energy in the nearby alley, probably to avoid being seen flying. She let out a puff of smoke as the blue haired girl ran down the sidewalk to meet her.

“You’re late blue,” she teased her, smiling as she put out her cigarette.

“Sorry sorry! I came from Makai,” Botan panted as she caught her breath. “I had to stop to change too,” she added, “I was in my work kimono.”

Shizuri waved her hand, “Just teasing Bo. I already bought tickets. Let’s go.”

Botan smiled, “You’re the best!” She followed the brunette into the theater where she would buy popcorn and drinks for the two of them, as reimbursement for the tickets. The two found seats near the back and settled in for the movie.

It was nearly halfway through when Shizuru felt Botan’s hand wander to her lap. She was drawing circles on her lap, drawing closer and closer to the juncture of her thighs. Shizuru smirked a bit, pretending not to notice. Botan’s touch was soft, just enough pressure to feel through her trousers.

Botan shifted in her seat, rubbing her foot against Shizuru’s calf in slow lines. Her eyes were on the movie but her hand wandered. From her thigh she slid her hand up Shizuru’s stomach, under the hem of her shirt. She grazed her nails across her stomach and hips, just above her belt.

Her hand would never cross her center, straying close but never giving her the satisfaction. Botan was being a horrible tease, but Shizuru enjoyed it because it meant that once she got her home the girl would be at her mercy.

However, Botan insisted they stop for real food, delaying her the pleasure of taking her home. Her teasing continued through dinner, subtle touches beneath the table, the brush of her hand when she reached for the same pack of sugar… the girl was making it hard for her to enjoy her food when the meal she really wanted was sitting across from her in a lavender dress.

“Ready to go home now?” Shizuru asked as they left the restaurant.

Botan nodded, slipping her arm around hers. “Yes, my apartment is nearest,” she stated, smiling at her. “Let’s head there.”

Shizuru lit up a cigarette and nodded, walking with her towards the chipper girl’s apartment. It took about ten minutes, with Botan chatting away about how nice a night it had turned out to be. She pretended to be interested in her ramblings about spirit world and her duties, though it was the same old daily routine. Her eyes were wandering over the blue haired girl’s curvaceous figure, down her slender neck to her perky breasts and rounded hips. The flare and length of her dress hid her thighs but from knee down she could admire her soft taught skin over her calves.

She was nearly so distracted she hadn’t noticed them arrive. Botan stepped away to unlock the main door and then usher them to the elevator. Her apartment was on the 11th floor, but the ride up was quick, spirit world had gotten her a nice apartment for her while she maintained a physical presence in human world.

The girl bounded from the elevator to unlock the apartment door, flicking on the hall light as she waited for Shizuru to follow. Shizuru shut the door with a click, locking it as she turned to kick off her shoes and replace them with slippers. Botan was already down the hall and turning on the light in the living room by that time.

Shizuru let out an exasperated sigh as she followed her at a quickened pace, grabbing Botan’s forearm and spinning her around. She pushed Botan up against the wall, looking her over like a lioness about to take the killing bite of her prey. “You didn’t think you could get away with your teasing did you Bo?” She asked, a cocky grin crossing her lips.

Botan looked surprised a moment, but a smile croased her lightly glossed lips. “I wasn’t expecting too,” she giggled, lifting her knee to press against Shizuru’s center between her thighs. She moved it slowly against the fabric of her trousers, enticing the brunette closer.

Shizuru pressed her lips to Botan’s with a hungry desire, her tongue tracing her lips, which she was not surprised to find tasted like cherry. Botan gave in easily, parting her lips for her. Shizuru moaned, running her tongue along Botan’s, giving her an oral demonstration of what was to come soon enough.

Botan was never fond of the taste of cigarettes that came with kissing Shizuru, but the skill of her tongue more then made up for the slight discomfort. She felt Shizuru’s hands wander up her sides towards her breasts when the tut of another interrupted her.

“Back off psychic, the ferry girl is mine tonight.”

I want to ask this again because I am still undecided. Should I post/reblog clearly, visible NSFW? Like images that, scrolling through, clearly show nsfw situations? What nsfw I did post was usually in a preview, under cut, or written. While the fandom does skew older, I am still undecided. They’d be tagged nsfw and tagged as sensitive in the options.

Opinions? I ask because I don’t necessarily want this to be a NSFW channel, but there are some things I think about reblogging/sharing sometimes, and they’re not always under a cut.

– Mod Lola