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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.
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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.”
She shifted her energy to move the cords wrapped about her body, slowly loosening around her hips and breasts. The cords shifted, two ends wrapping around her breasts, squeezing the two of them. She purrs, two smaller cords slinking up her body to her lips. She parts her lips and the two cords enter her mouth. She sucks on the two of them together, feeling them swirl about her tongue until they drip with her saliva.
They pull out and move down to her nipples, rubbing around the two now aroused buds. She moans, leaning her head back as the two small small cords tug and stroke her nipples in turn.
She spreads her legs, two thick cords wrapping around her thighs to help restrain her own mouvement. A thicker cords presses to her center, now dripping wet, to lubricate itself. It pushed into her awaiting center, wriggling its way into her deeply. Her hips rise from the floor, trying to press against even more. Another smaller cord rubs against her clit, heightening her pleasure.
She cries out, at her own mercy. Ruka’s energy had memorized her reactions, it reacted to her needs. The cords were hers to control and they moved as if they had a mind of their own. A third rubbed against the dripping folds, making her thighs ache, eager for what comes next.
She lays back on the floor, raising her hips as the cord reaches the tiny puckered hole of her ass. It circles it a few times before pressing into the tight space. She cries out in joy, twisting her head causing her red hair to flare out on the ground around her.
As if to silence her a cord slips into her mouth, twisting and pressing against the moans in her throat. Her hands grip at the floor, balancing herself as her hips remain in the air. Her eyes flutter and roll, crying out against the cord in her mouth as she releases. The cord in her center pulls out, dripping her essence on the floor. Her hips fall to the ground as the other pulls out of her ass, leaving her panting.
Footsteps near her, but in her dazed state she doesn’t notice.
Thought I’d try a little Miyuki/Kuwabara based story! First time writing a trans character so I hope I didn’t fuck her up too badly. I feel like she’d be teasing and into dirty talk. Let me know what you think!
Note: I decided to leave Miyuki like she was in the series, still partway through her transition. We honestly have no idea what her goals were, body wise, so I went with what we knew about her, having breasts, and the looks of a woman, but still having her male genitalia.
(It’s almost 10am when I’m finishing this, and I didn’t sleep, so if they are any glaring mistakes, let me know and I’ll fix them when I wake up!)
So, here I am, it’s a rainy Saturday night, and I’m trying to decide what Yu Yu Hakusho fanfiction to give passionatekitsune that’s as well-written as Midsummer’s Moon. I’ve read thousands upon thousands of Yu Yu Hakusho fics in my time. I thought I’d post a list of what I came up with, in case there are any others out there who like reading well-written fics, and maybe haven’t done any of the fandom’s old faithfuls yet, or would like to branch out. Some on this list I like more than others, some are ubiquitous, some aren’t as well-known. There are some notable absences from this list—Blossomwitch, for example—but I’m going to excuse myself by saying this is only my favorite writing styles, not even my favorite fics, so you’ll have to give me a pass on what I did and did not include, if it doesn’t match up to your own (equally valid and awesome) preferences.
“I’m going to kill you,” Kuwabara said slowly and carefully, enunciating each syllable with the careful precision usually reserved for prayer. “I’m going to kill you, and I’m going to roast your flesh and I’m going to feed it to my cat.”
“You found a human today, didn’t you.” He knew that if he looked up, he would see
Mukuro’s lips curling into the same self-amused smirk he could hear in her voice.
“You smell very… freshly washed.”
Tokyo in late June usually suffered from heavy rain, as did the rest of Japan, but today it seemed that the unbearable weather of later summer was making an early appearance. The sun blazed high in a blue-white sky, and had long since replaced puddles of last night’s rain with glassy heat-mirages. The still air stuck to skin like cobwebs, every breath as thick as syrup.
A polite smile for the soldiers who had escorted him to his rooms as they all pretended that the
men were, indeed, escorts, and not guards. A murmured goodnight, a step away from the doors
so that they could be closed.
A mind free of illusion.
There was no sound of the "escorts’” footsteps retreating down the hall, though in the heavy,
armored boots they wore, there surely should have been. He was more than certain that they
would stand outside those doors all night – not to keep anyone unwanted from entering, but to
keep him from leaving.
The air was hot and dry, and the warm breeze that drifted by occasionally was no comfort. The intense sun seemed impossibly close to those exposed on the dusty ground below. The students worked carefully, measuring and roping the ground into three by three meter squares. Supervisors wandered, checking on each team between spates in the shade of the base tent.
Kazuma called her again today, requesting a lunch at some upscale restaurant in his new
neighborhood where he probably hung out with all his new, upper class friends. She didn’t call
him back, she didn’t know why he kept trying because she never did, and part of her hated
herself for it.
Yukina put her fork down and said, “I need a job.”
Keiko paused with her cup halfway to her lips; then she glanced toward Shizuru, who sat in a slant of light, her cigarette dangled loosely away from the table. They were at their favorite coffee shop, squeezed into a booth near a window to rest their feet and take a break from the cold and intermittent but persistent flurries of snow. Yukina had been taking tiny bites out of a small, brightly colored fruit tart; Keiko was drinking orange-ginger tea; Shizuru was smoking, lazy eyes on the people passing by and the traffic of the street.
Losing his friends and family before his eyes had hardened him. Keiko was the last to pass away. She died at the age of fifty-seven. Although he was two years older than her, he looked no older than twenty-five. As did I. Yusuke and I had attained the lifespans of our youkai halves. It was a blessing that Yusuke learned to hate.
Kaito had a memory of sleeping with Shuichi Minamino when they were very young, on a school trip. They were scattered around the resort house. It was a depressing place, which was why the school got such a deal; it had once been a prison for those guilty of minor crimes, juvenile delinquents being rehabilitated with art and psychiatrists. The windows still had bars and wire criss-crossed inside the glass. There were cages around the clocks.
Oh, I loved him with everything I was. I thought of him with every breath. He was exquisite – life,
love, beauty. I thought I would have given up my existence on this earth for just a few moments
with him, although fortunately that wasn’t necessary. (Well, no, it did turn to be necessary, didn’t
it?)
The Mountains wore their Autumn Kimono, clothed in their finery of red and gold. The heavens
boasted blue skies and pink-cream clouds, with grey storm spirits teasing the revelry of their
brethren. Nature posed herself, and fluttered breath swept at her mountain face. All was serene
in this world.
Kurama felt the metal pole grow hot under the touch of his palm. It vibrated with the pitch of the train, humming so slightly that he barely noticed the buzz the trembled his bones, his teeth.
Kurama kept his eyes out the window. Plants blinked past. In the window of a danchi, a set of pale work apartments, there was a potted shamrock. A gift from a hateful boyfriend. The owner refused to kill it because she loved its flowers. They made her forget his abuse. Kurama, via the chemical structure of a Makai pollen that mimicked analgesic endorphins, also helped.
I knew my mother. I didn’t know this man and I didn’t know his child. I was polite and most of the mistake lies in that. His first mistake was commenting on my face. The second was the threat to my mother that he imposed.
“You’re not dating anyone?” Hatanaka asked at the table. “A handsome kid like you?”
I was not comfortable answering him.
After dinner he offered to help me wash the dishes. It was a human thing: sinking teeth into meaningless argument, blind to complication and cost. I must have been exhausted, or trusting, or playing to indulge in it.
Whatever he had on his mind shouldn’t stay there for long. Something that robbed him of concentration was a danger – was still a danger, Kurama should say, even after the Ankoku Bujutsukai. The story had not ended. It was in the air, his youko-self could detect: there was another mission in store for them.
She looked out her window and realized that it was becoming light outside; she’d been up all night again without really intending to. Her homework was still not quite finished, and she really couldn’t recall where the hours had all gone; now, knowing it was close to time, she closed her books, stowed them in her bag, and got up to prepare. Today it would be hot again, and she would need to leave early so that she would pass some of her wait outside in the cooler morning.
Dying didn’t spell the end for me; it gave me a new shot at life. All I have to do to keep that shot is protect a demonic book from a madman, not let anyone know I’m from another world, and try to change destiny completely. What could possibly go wrong?
The shadows talked to him. Now that he was dead they weren’t so hard to hear nor easy to
ignore. On the other side of life, across the edge, they waited. They always waited. Insignificant
at first, but then they grow and claim shape, terrible monsters awaiting those that created them.
The creators always came one way or another.
Someday, even the stars will die and the world will become a tomb of ice. It would be an ice so
cold that nothing could survive, not even the warmth of hope.
To Toguro, who has been gone so long and has gone so far that he might as well be dead to
me,
I am writing you a letter today, though don’t think anything of it, for I know that I will not. I don’t
even really know why I am wasting this ink on you. This means nothing, you know, nothing has
changed, though I have to admit that sometimes I do wonder where you are and what you are
doing, but that questioning rarely lasts long before it slips into revulsion and an innate and
heavy anger, that makes me feel like I’m burning inside. You disgust me still, I hope you know
that, and it does not shame me to admit that this urge to speak to you comes from a deeply
rooted belief that there are still too many things due to be said, between you and I, that I must
one day speak aloud for you to hear.
Maybe one day we will get a chance to voice them, maybe I will die before then; maybe our
paths will cross and both of us will be struck dumb, volumes spoken only with our eyes- maybe
that will be enough. Let that be enough. No, in fact, I change my mind (it’s my prerogative to do
so) and I say let me die before then, having forgotten you entirely.
For other fics and recommendations, please search /tagged/fanfics ! These are just personal favorites of mine. More fics are reblogged to that tag that might be of interest.
Author Spotlight:
This list is for authors who had written multiple YYH fics and show amazing quality in their works! Thank you for all you’ve written!
Blossomwitch on AO3 & FF.net (Mostly Kurahi, some Yusuke)
Kita Kitsune on AO3 and FF (Lots of Kurahi, more plot oriented)
Miss Gillette on AO3 (Lots of Kurahi, some Hiei/Yusuke, quite a bit of R rated stuff)
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Fanfics:
Links will mostly be to AO3 or FF.Net
Other sites containing YYH works found here: (Sensitive topics include non-con, dub-con, violence, character death, and the like. Archaic writing style indicates fanfics written in the 00s, often with repeated tropes and random use of Japanese phrases. This can be jarring – and bring some memories for older fans! – but many fics are still worth reading)
YYH LJ Kinkmeme (R, various small prompts, characters, and situations. Mostly dead, but some gems are still up)
adultfanfiction.net (also pretty old, lots of archaic writing style, but still has some interesting fics)
Link to Blueutopiah’s Fanfic Rec list (also old, compiled by said author based on her preferences. Some interesting stuff in there, though. Please be advised, sensitive topics are present)
Sans Enigma (an old archive, not updated since 2001. Archaic fanfic language, but there are still some interesting gems in there, as well as some with sensitive topics, so please browse responsibly)
(If you have other sorting suggestions, or fics to add to the list, please message me!)
Before becoming a spirit detective, Kurama’s powers were weak. To send a warning to all demons who sought to harm him, Kurama makes a deal with Toguro. But when it comes to the fee for Toguro’s service, it’s his body the demon wants.
They’re too different, too similar- it confuses him more than it should, makes him think that giving in to one is the closest he’ll ever get to the other. The wrongness of that makes his chest ache, positively swarms him with emotion that he refuses to name.
Onji seeks a team to take to the tournament, and happens upon the beautiful young samurai, Shishiwakamaru. But Shishi would never look twice at an old man, would he?
(Suzuki/Shishi, cute, fluff, M)
Let’s Fly as the Birds DoBy: Hikari NanaseFIRST OF THE BLUE ROSE ANTHOLOGY: Kurama and Hiei have fallen in love, but when human society finds out, pain and sorrow arise. How will friend and family react? Will they survive?
An estimated half of one percent of Japan’s population is Christian. An estimated seventy-three percent of the general public celebrate Christmas by eating a cake. An estimated zero percent of demons care. (Or: why Hiei is having a hard time adjusting to ningenkai, and how Kurama does–or doesn’t–make it easier for him.)
It’s a few years after the defeat of the terrorists in Spirit World and Yusuke is feeling down on his job after a particularly rough day in a string of bad ones. He’s ready to crash after a particularly gross afternoon when none other than Kurama comes calling. How might this lead to a sleepover, drug use, and a foursome? Well, you’ll have to read the story! (And I’ll have to write it hoho)
When you live a lie for long enough, it’s hard not to start believing it yourself.
Set after the Makai Tournament. Keiko and Kurama reach a mutually beneficial agreement while Yusuke is gone. But when Yusuke returns, will it really be so easy to go back to the way things were before?
“My name is Yukimura Keiko, and I am not who you think I am.” When a Yu Yu Hakusho fan dies and is reincarnated in Keiko’s body, she’s faced with a difficult choice: stay true to her former self, or follow the script set for Keiko by the anime. Although the thought of agreeably becoming Yusuke’s helpless girlfriend turns her stomach, can she afford to be herself when one wrong move could rewrite history? As mysterious forces manipulate Not-Quite-Keiko in the pursuit of their own ends, she must choose between honoring the anime by sacrificing her identity, or forging a destiny of her own making.
Canon divergent in places. OC!Keiko. SI!Keiko. Fighter!Keiko. Meta!Keiko
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