Hello everybody! I'm so glad to have found a community like this, to unburden all my fandom woes. I shall be addressing a number of fandoms here, because I want to open myself up to as much pronz as possible >D the rot seems to spread everywhere. What rot? The rot of incredibly hot disgusting pairings
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Orihime looked sheepish. "I'm really sorry, Yoruichi-san! I wasn't paying attention, and the milk jug slipped..."
The older woman looked her up and down. "Look at you. You're absolutely soaked." A predatory smile split her features, and she licked her lips. "Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"
Excuse the suckiness. It's past midnight where I am...
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*deep breath* jklasddfjkl;a That was gorgeous. Leaving all the possibilities open and everything >D Well done.
:O *goes*
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You can't tell me what to write, whore! Take this! Uber Slash Attack!
Inoue Orihime had thought, for the longest of times, that when she (he, back then?) wasn't a cat, Yoruichi-san was probably a great and powerful wizard, with a long beard and a castle he could keep in his pocket. And laser eyes. He could fly around the world in four minutes (before the ramen water was done boiling!) and juggle flaming astronauts with one hand.
Yoruichi-san had been amazingBut, she thought in a faraway part of her mind, as her hands grasped desperately at purple hair and soft, dark skin took away everything else in the world, she couldn't be too disappointed. Yoruichi was still amazing ( ... )
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Vergil bit his lip, white teeth sinking in until a trail of blood dribbled down his chin. He refused to groan, to make so much as a whisper's worth of sound, even as Dante's tongue touched his jaw and removed the blood, cooling where its warmth had been a moment ago. He forced his own silence as Dante's hand stroked his thigh mockingly, hatefully, wonderfully, because admitting what that felt like would have been just like admitting defeat.
A hand gripped at Vergil's short white hair, and Dante was kissing him, rage and hunger and lust all blending into a furious passion that defied all resistance. He kissed back, a wicked grin blossoming on his lips for a second at the taste of his own blood.
The two of them stood locked together, pressing deeper, both determined to prove that this kiss, this moment, belonged to him and him alone. Vergil managed to rip the fluttery coat off of his brother (his own having been dropped near the alley's mouth), allowing himself a quiet growl as he was pressed down ( ... )
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... actually, right now, I'm sending you my internetz love my the truckload &hearts
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I aim to please ^^ Glad you liked them, they were fun to write.
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Everyone wants on Yoruichi ( ... )
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SO U NO LIEK TEH INCESTORS O RLY LOLZ?
TAKE THIS!
Erm, can I warn that this starts off as necrophilia? Because that was an accident, I swear.
Second erm: Holy crap, this accidentally turned into something fic-like with almost a plot. Sorry about that too!Dante looked up at the sky one more time, grinning and letting his canines grow just that little extra his demon blood allowed him as if to mock the higher power tearing the world apart to get to him. The higher power that let his brother go to Hell, twice ( ... )
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Vergil kept breaking the kiss to whisper things that Dante tried to remember but couldn't, too desperate for this, needing it too much, and it was the end of all things but he'd got Vergil back and that was all that mattered. All that could ever, ever matter, all that was ever important, all that counted, Vergil was Dante's saviour and nemesis and he was a bastard and he was his brother and he was everythingVergil's cock stirred from a death erection into a real one, and Dante freed a hand from balancing them to working on that, holding himself back from orgasm as much as possible to help recently cold skin remember heat and friction and blood concentrating until nerves hurt and couldn't stand it any longer. Vergil didn't come first, and he hated himself for that, but even as he sobbed his orgasm out against Vergil's shoulder his brother was still warming up, still becoming something alive again in an atmosphere that sustained them better than it ever did a normal human or a normal demon, because they'd never been normal, they'd been ( ... )
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Actually, it was perfect and made of win. Thank you so much.
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LOL I SHOWED U BEYOTCH!
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You have talent. So much, actually, that this made me sniffle and bite my lip because even the part with necrophilia was so darn beautiful.
You fucking deviant," Vergil half-whispered, half-gasped against his ear with what barely counted as a sound but was still Vergil's voice
My god. ;_: ILU
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