Uruki★Fanfics

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Title; Only You

Pairing; Uruki/ Uruha x Ruki, and occasionally a few others

Chapters; 15/??

Rating; E

Synopsis; “And you’re – you are… All this time.”

A/N;   I kept you guys waiting long enough, don’t you think? Thank you for waiting for me, after all this time♡

Chapter 15

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Title; Only You

Pairing; Uruki/ Uruha x Ruki, and occasionally a few others

Chapters; 15/??

Rating; E

Synopsis; “And you’re – you are… All this time.”

A/N;   I kept you guys waiting long enough, don’t you think? Thank you for waiting for me, after all this time♡

Chapter 15

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Uruki mama come back I love miss u 😔

I have energetically heard your call, because I came right back to find this sitting in my askbox. And I am here to tell you that I love miss you moooore~

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Hey! Welcome Back! So happy to see your works again!Must have been hard during this pandemic . When you updated about the second half of Only You I got my hopes up , but you disappeared again. ;( I hope you are doing better now and we would be able to read the continuation of Only you soon^^ . That cliffhanger is really killing me xD .

Thank you so much! Writing has been incredibly hard during this pandemic. When I updated previously, the intention was to kick back things. However, it was like So. Much. Happened. All at once. And it just made things harder. It’s been a processes, Anon. But I’m doing much better. So much so, I ended up picking back up chapter 15′s wip last week to write and tweak bit by bit when I have a window.  It warms my heart to know you’ve been waiting for me. Words can’t express enough how thankful I am ♡

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The wind had grown cold and they had nothing but the jackets on their backs and red wine keeping them warm from the inside. They could get in trouble for this if caught. Sneaking up here on the roof of a hotel like rebellious delinquents left behind years ago rather than go back to the car after eating in the joint restaurant down below. Now? 

It was a thrill of something nostalgic tickling the back of their throats as their fingers interlocked and arms swing slightly between them. Conspiracy-like giggles and Ruki’s drunk ding, ding, ding  pulled forth a laughter deep from Uruha’s chest. How was it possible to still reverently sigh as he let Ruki’s hand slip from his grasp so he could venture out more into the open night air?  What bottomless well made a home in his being and runneth over with affection for the twinkle of nightlife to swallow whole Ruki’s scream he projected from his vocal cords? What lived in the lows of his belly to curl snug and warm at the way Ruki’s eyes looked back and searched for him over his shoulder with a smile and an expectant quirk of his brow his heart tripped out of rhythm for? After all this time? Uruha took a deep breath in, tilted his head towards the night sky, and screamed high at the heavens in hopes it would reach Ruki’s in the same destination.

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Could you gimme some uruki girlfriends smut? I just miss them so much 😔🤲

“Will you let the morning come soon? Or will you leave me lying here?” Uruha laughed breathily. Oh, how could she have heard Ruki when the woman was still lightly lapping at her dew? Threatening her with excess pleasure wrapped in midnight sheets and a tongue that just wouldn’t stop. The woman curled on a groan blissed out, and Ruki only took advantage to wrap an arm around her thigh and spread the fingers of her free hand across Uruha’s lower belly as fingers inside her crooked and teased, pressed in the way she knew Uruha liked. How it made her dizzy. Just enough to entertain the longing for another orgasm. “Are you asking me to stay? Is that what you want?”  Hissing through the bite Ruki gave to her inner thigh was well worth suffering through. Those brown eyes could paint a thousand stories without a voice, expose the desire of a heart in the softening line of her brow and the silence she rebelliously stuck to; her comfort bubble Uruha bursted time and time again in challenge.  The guitarist hummed, watching the way her fingers threaded through Ruki’s mused locks. “Come on,” she teased, low and husked that slipped effortlessly into a whisper. “Use your words for me, baby.” Ruki’s eyes hooded. “I want,” she kissed at the passion bruise her mouth left. “to make,” a gentle breath obscenely teased where her fingers had not dared to leave. “you come again. And I can’t do that if you leave me.”

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Thank y’all for entertaining me with these prompts! Please do keep them coming. I haven’t written this much in a while

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"Do you think I put a baby in you?"

Ruki was about to complain, but

the sharp snort was quicker than both his brain-to-mouth function and the back of his hand swatting a sweat-slicked shoulder. His head tilted back on a bubble of laughter and Uruha’s pained complaint tumbling forth in a chortle was the symphony that filled their bedroom walls. “Your breeding kink is out of control.” Uruha buried a smirk into the crook of Ruki’s neck as he pressed in more with a lazy roll of his hips and a matching husked hum. “I didn’t hear you complaining earlier.”  Send me 2 sentences and I’ll continue them like they’re lines from a fanfic. || Open

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"Koyou... please, pull my hair"

The words got him surprised

He couldn’t have heard right. Takanori had whispered them so softly, eyes closed and lips parted to breath him in, and Kouyou involuntarily shivered. If he had not been so close he wouldn’t have believed it. A trick of the mind, he would have blamed.  The whispered whisps of a desire so buried deep, Kouyou sealed it away with the intent it would never see the light of day. And yet, it had. Manifested whole and physical, staring up at him from underneath the fan of dark eyelashes and slotted in snug enough he could feel the print of Takanori’s desire grinding against his own with a shift of his hips that beckoned him; groaning ever so softly into the roof of his mouth. “Kouyou,”  Kouyou covered Takanori’s with his own to silence him. With a dark thrill, his hand raised to sink into Takanori’s hair at the base of his skull, get a good grip of a handful, and slowly pulled. The moan Ruki’s mouth eased off his on sent liquid heat pooling straight to Kouyou’s groin.  Send me 2 sentences and I’ll continue them like they’re lines from a fanfic. || Open

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My favorite writer is back! I thought you stopped writing;w;

Aww shucks, you♡ I never stopped writing. Just took a pretty long break away from things because of life and the sort. You know?

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"what if she try this position?"

"I don't know, do you think it'd be good?"

“What if we try this position?” “I don’t know, do you think it’d be good?” Uruha worried the inner plush of his bottom lip with a husky hum of thought. Together, the pair were huddled beneath the sheets of Uruha’s bed in a tangle of limbs and safe-warmth as they gazed at the illuminated screen of Uruha’s laptop. Of all the shit they could have been tunneling down the rabbit hole in at 3am, it was 11 Best Sex Positions (As Written By A Gay Man).  They shouldn’t be considering sex position #7 Rock, Rock, Rockin' In The Rocking Chair.  It was dumb.  The name? Outrageously ridiculous. And it was absolutely perfect for Ruki to top from the bottom.  Decision made, Uruha buried a crooked smile into Ruki’s hair after mapping a kiss to his temple. “The only way we’re going to find out is if we try it.”  Send me 2 sentences and I’ll continue them like they’re lines from a fanfic. || Open

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Hello, how you doing? As I'm a shy baby imma send the 2 sentences thing here:

"you still love me?"

"What kind of question is that?"

That's it, insecure questions from an insecure anon. Love ya, bye! ~fine taste anon

“You still love me?” “What kind of question is that?” “I don’t know, you tell me.” They weren’t getting anywhere like this. Ruki clicked his tongue at the back of his teeth and lightly shook his head. ”Forget it. Forget I said anything.”  The burning end of his cigarette was more interesting to look at than acknowledge how piercing Uruha’s gaze felt as it fixated on him. As if somewhere on his person would give and unravel for answers no one had the heart nor nerve to verbally say. Ruki moved to the edge of his seat to take his leave, but Uruha didn’t begift him such luxuries. A hand covering his own made his eyes find Uruh’a once more and stop him, placing a halt to his hand raising for a needed drag to smooth his nerves and the jumble homed in the lining of his belly. “Just because we weren’t together, didn’t mean I stopped loving you. I never stopped. Not for a day. A minute. An hour. My love for you never changed.” The pad of Uruha’s thumb tenderly stroked along the soft skin at Ruki’s knuckles as his grip tightened. Whether to keep Ruki from leaving him or to ground himself from swallowing down words that hadn’t touched the light of day from the recesses of his own thoughts. “I just learned how to live without you.” Send me 2 sentences and I’ll continue them like they’re lines from a fanfic. || Open

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“Do you even like it?”

“Of course I do, look at me eating it!” Ruki’s gaze narrowed suspiciously. He didn’t trust a word from the known convincing pretty mouth from an equally pretty face that batted long lashes at him as Uruha chewed slowly. The guitarist snickered. “What? What is this face?” “You know what. Don’t play dumb. You forget,” Ruki smoothed his hands over the cooking apron he wore with a playful, flat glare and a curl of a slow smirk. “You can’t bullshit a bullshiter.” A sudden snort cut through the air before Uruha’s head tipped back on a bubble of laughter that may be sweeter than the chocolate Ruki attempted making himself. 

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Mourn

/môrn/

to feel regret or sadness about (the loss or disappearance of something).

Ruki died.  Not physically. No. Air still filled his lungs every time he inhaled to center himself in the whir of his mind that he feared would whisk him away if he thought about it too much. Pain and pleasure liberated him in the embrace of Uruha’s patient mouth that were nothing short of salvation and damnation both; the palm of his hands softened him and his soul quivered time and time again every time he held him and watched him painfully shed layers of himself that could not stay and burn through trials time, after time, after time. Buried him, only to greet what surfaced from his ashes with tenderness.  How many flowers had he left in his own wake for the person he was no more? The person he would never be again? Sometimes he mourned him. The things and memories and people that shaped him. But like this, blinking up at Uruha that observed him with such open adoration as he smoothed Ruki’s fringe from the flush of his forehead, Ruki felt a thrum of gratitude curl snug into the lining of his belly. “I love you,” Uruha’s whisper kissed Ruki, body, soul and mind.

Despite himself, Ruki’s eyes grew misty and a soft lump of emotion lodged itself in the middle of his throat. Ruki died. He would never be whom he once was ever again. A phoenix born anew from the ashes of the past left of him. Uruha adored him without change. 

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2020年8月27日

I’m convinced I’m losing my mind.

This… quarantine, for lack of better words, is brutal. Kouyou says I should start journaling. I didn’t see it any different than me writing lyrics and I told him to stop telling me what I should and shouldn’t do. An argument unnecessary, I know. I apologized; I missed him. 

Funny way of showing it.  …But I’m quite a funny man. I may be losing my mind, but this is the most rest I’ve gotten in… longer than I would feel comfortable to admit. And for what? I feel as if I’ll burst at the seams with ideas and wordless music vibrating in my head, and I’m ready. I’m ready, damnit. In a reality where tragedy has no prejudice to strike more with each month and time has no construct, and the days bleed and muddle in clumps, and I can’t tell the difference between a Saturday or Wednesday, my thoughts run faster, echo louder than the play of Kouyou strumming his guitar from the next room over, and wonder if we’ll ever meet a stage again. It’s hard to stay positive some days; to stay in the light of hope than dwell in the dark that shadows close at my ankles. But- “I told you journaling would work.”

Ruki’s eyes snapped up from the journal he wrote in, pen stalling and breath catching in the middle of his chest in surprise. “…What?”

An amused smile softly crooked the corner of Uruha’s mouth as he folded his arms across his chest over the cooking apron he wore, resting his weight against the doorway. His eyes flickered to the journal on Ruki’s lap. “You’re writing again.”

“…Yeah,” he said slowly. For a moment, Ruki mulled over the observation and waddled in how it made him feel. “Yeah, I am.” The warmth in his chest pooled into something kin to affection and collected at the lining of his belly.

Uruha didn’t have to say I told you so. Ruki was glad he hadn’t. The kiss Uruha pressed to his forehead betwixt his announcement that dinner was ready and waiting for him felt a lot more like support. Relief. I’m proud of you. 

No matter how much reality as they knew it crumbled around them, the days that bled and muddled into clumps, his love for the guitarist only seemed to grow and bloom without change.

[deme-lu]

OMG. The Queen. ❤️

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She most certainly is!

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2020年8月27日

I’m convinced I’m losing my mind.

This... quarantine, for lack of better words, is brutal. Kouyou says I should start journaling. I didn’t see it any different than me writing lyrics and I told him to stop telling me what I should and shouldn’t do. An argument unnecessary, I know. I apologized; I missed him. 

Funny way of showing it.  ...But I’m quite a funny man. I may be losing my mind, but this is the most rest I’ve gotten in... longer than I would feel comfortable to admit. And for what? I feel as if I’ll burst at the seams with ideas and wordless music vibrating in my head, and I’m ready. I’m ready, damnit. In a reality where tragedy has no prejudice to strike more with each month and time has no construct, and the days bleed and muddle in clumps, and I can’t tell the difference between a Saturday or Wednesday, my thoughts run faster, echo louder than the play of Kouyou strumming his guitar from the next room over, and wonder if we’ll ever meet a stage again. It’s hard to stay positive some days; to stay in the light of hope than dwell in the dark that shadows close at my ankles. But- “I told you journaling would work.”

Ruki’s eyes snapped up from the journal he wrote in, pen stalling and breath catching in the middle of his chest in surprise. “...What?”

An amused smile softly crooked the corner of Uruha’s mouth as he folded his arms across his chest over the cooking apron he wore, resting his weight against the doorway. His eyes flickered to the journal on Ruki’s lap. “You’re writing again.”

“...Yeah,” he said slowly. For a moment, Ruki mulled over the observation and waddled in how it made him feel. “Yeah, I am.” The warmth in his chest pooled into something kin to affection and collected at the lining of his belly.

Uruha didn’t have to say I told you so. Ruki was glad he hadn’t. The kiss Uruha pressed to his forehead betwixt his announcement that dinner was ready and waiting for him felt a lot more like support. Relief. I’m proud of you. 

No matter how much reality as they knew it crumbled around them, the days that bled and muddled into clumps, his love for the guitarist only seemed to grow and bloom without change.