"Give me strength."

indie roleplay blog for Yuichiro Hyakuya. Canonly up-to-date.

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what about my portrayal attracted you to my blog?

if you would like to be more specific – what made you stay?

[yuuichiro-hyakuya]

// I just wanted to say, while I appreciate so many blogs being interested in one-liners with Yuu, I’ll only be responding to other RP blogs. However, you’re more than welcome to hit up my ask box if you want to ask Yuu questions! Infact, I encourage it. 

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// Like this post for a short one liner with Yuu?

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// Like this post for a short one liner with Yuu?

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// I live! Sorry it’s been awhile. I’m not even sure what responses I owe anymore but, I plan on replying to some old threads and maybe making a starter call later on. I’ve been preparing for Katsucon next month, so keep an eye out for me and @predannost as Yuu and Mika! 

[yuuichiro-hyakuya]

// Stargazing. :)

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// I’m back! Sorry for the absence. My net has been out for the past 5 days or so. 

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predannost‌:

( Both felt good..? Was Mika getting off to the taste of his blood..? ) The thought alone sent a lewd shiver down his spine, glancing away somewhat sheepishly. If Mika liked it..by no means did he want to stop him. If anything, a tenacious hand only moved cloth away further-- completely exposing a rather flawless chest despite the amount of reckless battles he’d seen. (He could only assume it was the Seraph’s healing factor-- quite literally healing gaping holes in his chest as if it had never even happened.) 

However, there was a growing annoyance-- heated and tight against fabric confines as Mika straddled him. ( It was irritating, but not in the normal sense of the word. A frustrated sense of longing that riled his senses with every subtle movement of Mika’s hips. ) “My eyes..?” Yuichiro parroted, idly touching his cheek. Was that what Asuramaru meant..? The notion quickly vanished however, the taste of iron pulling him to reality against the vampire’s soft lips.

Lust burned in his veins-- a foreign feeling that quickly became addicting in every sense of the word as he kissed Mika back with a heated fervor, pressing roughly into his lips in a meager attempt of getting an edge on him. (Yet..part of him didn’t mind it-- the feeling of losing control for once, helpless against the person he trusted with every fiber of his being.) 

 As if Mika even had to ask-- a tenacious finger gliding against the outline of his pants as Yuu hitched with an audible gasp, hips nearly squirming under Mika’s own. Right on cue, his heart rate increased again-- thumping, deafening against his ears with every feathered touch. ( He didn’t want to wait anymore..every one of his senses were screaming for relief amidst the rampant demon blood coursing his veins. ) “Idiot, Mika..” Yuichiro murmured, roughly grabbing the blonde’s collar as he pulled him down-- colliding their lips in a fitful need of reprieve. “--I told you already, I trust you with every part of me. No one else.”

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predannost‌:

He hadn’t really thought about the consequences at the time-- for he was far too gone in a consuming desire that made him reach out for more, figuratively and physically. Before he had realized it, he’d grabbed Mika in a tight grip-- every fiber of his muscles clenching and seizing as paired fangs latched onto his collar with something akin to a snarl under the vampire’s breath.

“--nhg! W..Where did that come from--?!” Yuichiro gasped, heated breaths in lieu of the relentless hips grinding tortuously against his own. (Not that he minded-- no, that was just the problem, now wasn’t it? That selfish desire of his. A damn near masochistic tendency that he himself had been unaware of. ) 

He could feel himself becoming unbearably hot-- a rising need growing tight against the confines of his pants with every lewd grind of Mika’s hips. Eventually, lust gave way and with every buck-- there was an equal, opposing one from Yuichiro’s own hips, roughly giving it back to him without remorse. ( Were his eyes glowing..? They might as well of been in the dark-- seeing Mika lose his composure so suddenly nearly pleased him, although he couldn’t even begin to explain why.)

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predannost‌:

He could sense Mika’s eagerness-- his head practically pinned against the floor with such determined kisses. ( When did Mika end up getting so strong..? He remembered as kids, he’d always end up bragging about how he beat Mika at arm wrestling. Surely, it was the vampiric blood running through his veins, accompanied by desire that made for such a fearsome combination now. )

The sudden gasp was somehow music to his ears-- as if he were truly hearing Mika’s humanity cry out (--as if he could still cause Mika to feel something he was so desperately trying not to lose. ) “M..Me, too, Mika..” The hazy-eyed Seraph agreed, groaning out with a hot breath between their lips. 

Suddenly, his voice cracked-- a guilty moan crying from his lips as Mika purposefully rolled their hips together in a rough motion. His heart rate increased wildly-- racing for a moment in the fresh rush of adrenaline hitting his veins and tingling up his spine. Yuichiro found himself trembling, the unexpected rush of pleasure leaving every hair on end with a euphoric static. 

“M-Mika--” His voice practically whined-- lust-- desire-- whatever you wanted to call it, was starting to make sense to him now. Why his own demon would encourage such behavior-- and how easily he could find himself losing control in such a tantalizing bliss. 

Then again..if things went much further, he was starting to wonder if he’d even care about something like that.

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predannost‌:

“D-Don’t screw with me...” Yuichiro breathed, a look of uncertainty in naive eyes. He’d be stupid to say he wasn’t nervous-- yet he found most of those nerves melting away the second their lips connected yet again.

B-dmp. B-dmp. B-dmp.

It seemed ceaseless, the way it pounded in time with Mika’s every action-- a puppet on a string that only danced to Mika’s tune. That endless rhythm was his alone. Noises spilled from his lips in stifled pleasure-- surprise striking his countenance hard at the wave of euphoria that overtook him with every tenacious rub of the vampire’s thighs. 

He wasn’t completely dense-- he was well aware of his own personal “problems’’ that occasionally popped up. (No pun intended.) but allowing himself to be so open about something like that infront of another was beyond embarrassing, even for someone like Yuu.

If only for a moment-- he could’ve sworn he heard Asuramaru’s voice whispering against his ear. 

Emerald turned into a deep hue of green, a dark pine forest on a foggy night reflected in his eyes as he suddenly pressed his lips back with an ignited fervor. “--mmh--!” Cold-- it was cold--? Hips reflexively bucked-- a flustered look of realization marring his face as his thighs squirmed at the contact. 

Despite it all, it was still Mika. Even his cold lips he found he began to relish every single second of, and part of him happily pressed his own tongue in return in that cat-like curiosity. 

[yuuichiro-hyakuya]

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predannost‌:

It seemed that Yuuichiro didn’t mind the contact by any means, leaving Mikaela with a strange knot in his chest–further, perhaps? Dare he say his vampiric qualities were relishing at the notion of such sweet blood rushing, his heart wracking tremors as they slowly figured out what this was. Admittedly, his curiosity was getting the best of him–and that desire to keep Yuu all for his own was the pilot behind it.

Yuichiro’s visage faltered at Mika’s words-- there was more? Surely he had somewhat of an idea--but even then, it wasn’t entirely clear. Darkened hues eyed Mika’s hand as the cloth revealed paled skin in the dim lighting-- a delicate, almost fragile looking hand that caressed his skin so tenderly. 

Yuichiro found his breath hitching-- a rush of blood pounding his heart akin to the rhythm of a drum with each ginger touch splaying against his skin. ( Cold-- his hands were cold-- ) Emerald optics grew wide as each meticulous button popped open, a look of uncertainty momentarily crossing his countenance. 

“--as if I’d be scared of you, Mika.” The green-eyed Seraph reassured, a gloved hand raising to gently ruffle blonde locks. Eyelids fell over darkened hues, muttering softly. “..I always trust you, with every part of me.” He admitted, despite the shallow breaths from his lips in a meager attempt of calming his heart.

[yuuichiro-hyakuya]

decernimus‌:

A  SNEER  MARRED  HIS  COUNTENANCE,  though  he  was  speechless  in  the  face  of  this  foreign  kindness  (  the  boy  being  one  of  the  last  people  he  would  expect  such  a  thing  from.  )  A  minuscule  part  of  his  being  was  pleased  to  hear  he  held  some  trust  in  his  companions.  “  Heh.  Your  friend  sounds  like  the  sensible  one  between  the  two  of  you,  ”  Tonality  held  an  edge  like  a  razor,  outwardly  rejecting  the  notion  that  he  deserved  the  forgiveness  that  Yūichirō  presented  towards  him  on  a  gilded  platter.  Naivety  coated  the  boy’s  tone,  but  it  was  filled  with  pure  intent  that  made  his  guarded  heart  tighten  ――  he  was  going  to  get  himself  killed  and  the  light  would  bleed  from  his  empty  veins.  

The  palate  of  his  mouth  dried.  RADIANT  CHILD  /  YOU  ARE  SHATTERING  THE  DUSK  THAT  CRAWLED  WITHIN  HIS  SOUL.  “  You  are  investing  your  efforts  in  a  dead  man,  surely  there  are  better  ways  to  spend  your  time.  ”  Prosaic  came  his  reply,  “  We  all  have  our  reasons  behind  our  actions,  soldier.  Some  of  them  are  good,  some  of  them  are  bad.  It  is  up  to  your  own  interpretation  which  side  of  the  coin  I  stand  upon.  ”  

“--well, you’re right on that one. Mika always thinks things through, but that doesn’t mean he’s always right, you know.” Yuichiro smiled, waving it off with a casual flick of his wrist. “He has trouble forgiving people, even himself. I think that’s why you kinda remind me of him.” The green-eyed Seraph admitted, naivety striking his countenance despite the pure-hearted intent behind such words.

“--to be honest, I’d be lying if I said I don’t have better things to do. There’s things I’ve promised people, and I’m kinda on a time limit but--” Cue another bold step forward, the sole of his shoe resounding against the hard floor. “--if I can’t make time for other people who need me, then what’s the point? I’m sure you have people you care about too, right?” Yuichiro motioned, a smile tugging at his lips as he outstretched his hand-- as if he were somehow expecting the man before him to shake it.

“I’m not saying we have to love each other, you know, but if we can get along, I think that’d make everyone happy, including me.” 

[fanged-crusader]

“I’m still getting used to that but yes.”

Crowley still wondered if they could truly remain comrades, he would like to think so! But with the higher up Progenitors being more active in Japan it may complicate things especially with Ferid around.

“I know how to cut vegetables just don’t expect me to know how to operate fancy modern kitchen machinery. I am rather old school?”

By that Crowley meant he does everything by hand and doesn’t know how to use kitchen items that may make things easier and faster for them both.

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“--alright! See? You’re not completely hopeless.” Yuichiro joked lightly, laughing as he idly began to cut the vegetable infront of him. His cuts were rather sloppy--merely chopping whenever he could in an attempt to dice the damned thing. 

A slip of his thumb proved to cause injury, blood swelling from a small cut on his finger as he frantically looked around. “--crap, crap.” Yuichiro repeated, trying to keep it away as to not stain the food. 

Worried eyes darted up at Crowley, as if he was expecting a not-so-great reaction in lieu of his vampiric lineage. “Um..” No, of course he was worried. Why wouldn’t he be? Even Yuichiro couldn’t help but back away a bit as he haphazardly snatched a clean cloth from the counter-- crimson soaking a small spot on the fabric.