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KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN! KINK MEME REBORN!
THE KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN! KINK MEME REBORN!


Hey fandom, it's been five months since we last had a decent kink meme going and anonymous cries for a new one have not gone un-heard.

THE SET-UP IS SIMPLE: Anonymously post a pairing (a threesome, a foursome, an orgy, etc) or a character and a kink in the comments of this post. It can be a personal kink, a cracky kink, or whatever, but no kink is no go. You can check this list if you're stumped. Then, if your prompt pings someone, they'll write it for you!

Remember, the more requests you fill, the more attractive your requests look to other participants. Besides, it's good karma and more porn for everyone!

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Chrome and Mukuro
(Anonymous)
2008-09-01 02:44 am UTC (link)
I want a ChromexMukuro that shows more than a few moments in the act. It should have how they got into the situation, during, and after. Bonus points if everything happens because Mukuro gets jealous of anyone/possessive of Chrome.

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Re: Chrome and Mukuro
(Anonymous)
2008-09-24 04:47 am UTC (link)
God, not enough 6996 and I am SICK OF IT. Everyone is afraid of heterosexuality lol. Taking.

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Re: Chrome and Mukuro
[info]cerridwen6996
2008-10-05 05:13 am UTC (link)
Yay! Yes, I know. Whenever I'm in the mood for smut, it takes twenty minutes to find something I haven't read. Even things with female characters have more yaoi than het.
Is every person good at writing smut a yaoi fan? Or is it just my imagination?

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Re: Chrome and Mukuro
(Anonymous)
2008-10-06 02:12 am UTC (link)
If OP doesn't mind, I too will be writing my version of this because it has pinged my muse. Or, more specifically, the bonus points part did.

And because there is a need for more het smut writers, even if I can't promise that I'm a GOOD one. ^^;;

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Re: Chrome and Mukuro OP HERE
(Anonymous)
2008-10-07 11:14 pm UTC (link)
I'm glad the extra part got your attention. You can reply if you want- the more, the merrier.

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Fill # 1- part 1/7
(Anonymous)
2009-02-12 12:58 am UTC (link)
Anon is a completely different Anon from all those above, but has written up something for this request. I hope that any others who were inspired by this prompt will still write theirs because I want to read them!

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Chrome found it easiest to reach Mukuro-sama when she slept. As she lay her head down, she would think of him and 'wake' in the world of illusions he walked in. Tonight, her mind has wandered a little from just meeting him; she still thought of him, just less in the chaste fatherly way and more in a loving boyfriend way.

She had fallen asleep wondering what it would feel like to be in his arms.

She could see Mukuro when she arrived in their world, so her potentially embarrassing distraction had not prevented her from reaching him. He was facing the other way, looking out at something she couldn't quite see or talking with someone she couldn't sense was there. He turned when she called out to him.

The smile on his lips immediately faded when he looked at her. She stopped, puzzled. His expression was hard, disapproving- the kind of expression he saved for Ken and Chikusa, if they screwed up. He'd never looked at her like that before.

"Chrome," he said in a chill voice, "what are you wearing?"

She looked at herself then, feeling first for an eye patch. She was wearing one that felt silky, with a single string. The Ring of Mist was heavy on a chain around her neck, nestled between her breasts even though she normally wore it on her finger. Her dress was light and airy and swirled around her thighs when she moved, and when she looked down, she saw it was bright red.

She only ever wore white here.

"It's red," she said dumbly, surprised.

"Scarlet," he corrected. Mukuro knew his colors.

He stepped closer to her, and he seemed almost menacing. "Why is your dress scarlet, Chrome?"

"I... I don't know." The color made her think of the daring women she saw on TV, the kind of woman who went after what they wanted. It wasn't a bad color but she wasn't a very daring woman- not like that. Her daring was forced, borrowed from Mukuro. She suspected she looked awful in it.

Mukuro reached out and ran a finger over her neckline, tracing the hem from her tiny spaghetti straps over the swell of her breast. The dress came down lower than her bra, exposing a large margin of black lace. She was afraid to take a breath, afraid of her own reaction. He frightened her a little with his strange response to her dress, but his hand was gentle. Surely he could feel her heart speed up... He stared down at her, and she saw that his smile had still not returned.

"Are you a cardinal now?" he asked in a vicious tone. "Or perhaps the Whore of Babylon? Scarlet is their color, you know."

"Mukuro-sama?" She didn't quite understand his reference, but she knew it was bad, knew he was angry.

He didn't acknowledge she spoke. He just traced the lace trim of her bra with his finger and put his other hand on her hip. "I know you haven't found religion. So are you a scarlet woman now? Who was it, Chrome?" He looked at her face again as his hand cupped her breast, possessive. "Who took you away from me?"

"What?" His hand distracted her. She'd thought about the moment he touched her, finally touched her as a lover, and it had never included such a ferocious look and accusations. She couldn't tell if his touch excited her or frightened her; all she knew was that his warm hand made her heart pound. "No one's taken me away-"

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Fill # 1- part 2/7
(Anonymous)
2009-02-12 12:59 am UTC (link)
"Don't lie to me," he said harshly. "You come here dressed in a whore's red and expect me to believe you? You are mine, Chrome Dokuro, and I do not like to share." His hands tightened on her, squeezing her breast and hip, and she gasped.

"Mukuro-sama, please!" She gathered her courage and tried to dislodge the hand on her breast, the one that hurt more. "You're hurting me," she whimpered.

He loosened his grip and slid his hand to her shoulder. "Tell me. It was one of the Vongola, yes?" His eyes bored into her. "Ken and Chikusa know better. It must have been one of them. Or more than one. Chrome, tell me. The truth, please." He was keeping his voice level but Chrome could sense his tension.

"I don't understand," she said again. The pain from his hands had distracted her from his words. "What do you want?"

His hands tightened on her and he spoke through clenched teeth. "Your purity, Chrome. Who has taken what belongs to me? Tell me, and I will kill him quickly and with little pain. Delay and I will torture him a thousand years for every second you protect him."

"My..." Her face felt hot and she was sure she was blushing. "Mu-mukuro-sama! I, I haven't... I'm not like that!" She tensed, squeezing her eyes closed as if to protect herself from his intense stare.

"Oh? Then what am I supposed to think, with you wearing these colors, this cut?" He traced her neckline again. She was acutely aware of how close his fingers came to brushing her nipple through her bra. "A scarlet dress, black lace, and I have never once touched you. Are you telling me that you are still a virgin in this whore's gown?"

"Stop saying that word!" She clenched her little fists and raised her voice and looked him square in the eyes.

He smiled, close-lipped and cruel. "Which one?" he taunted her.

"Wh-whore. Stop saying it. I'm not."

"So you say you are still untouched?"

If it was anyone else, she wouldn't answer. It would be none of their business. But Mukuro was Mukuro, and she was his, no matter how unfair he was being. "I am."

"Really?" He didn't seem calmed at all. "So you swear Sawada Tsunayoshi has never blushed and called your name? Hibari Kyouya has never cornered you on the roof? Yamamoto Takeshi has never plied you with kisses? Gokudera Hayato has never charmed you in Italian?"

She shook her head at each example, astounded by his imagination. What did he do when he wasn't with her? She had been sure he was planning his escape or coordinating his other subordinates (except when he was very, very bored; then he liked to gossip and pretend to match make). Sometimes she liked to think he was doing innocent things, like helping Guido with his homework. Never had she thought that he worried about her getting involved with Boss or his family- and if he was angry about something involving Boss himself, it truly bothered him.

"Where is your white dress, Chrome?" he asked, suddenly subdued. It mattered to him, the color of her dress.

"I don't know. I'm wearing this instead." She gestured down to the dress he hated so much. "I was thinking of you and no one else before I came."

He laughed at her then, suddenly amused, and she blushed at her unintentional innuendo. "Then I, and no one else, am the cause of such a risqué ensemble?" Chrome nodded. "Do you swear?"

"I do."

He pulled her into his arms, gently. This was how she wanted it to be. "Tell me then, my cute Chrome, just what you were thinking."

She was certain her face was still bright, and she glanced down at her bare feet. "I... I was thinking about how it would feel... to have you hold me."

"Like this?" he asked. She nodded shyly. Standing up to Mukuro-sama, and then admitting she had silly romantic thoughts about him, and then dealing with his quicksilver moods, was really quite draining.

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Fill # 1- part 3/7
(Anonymous)
2009-02-12 01:03 am UTC (link)
He put a hand in her hair, toying with the crest that emulated his own style. "Perhaps I was a little foolish," he said softly. "I should know better than to doubt you, my precious Chrome."

It was all the apology she would ever get, but it was all she needed. She rested her head on his chest. "I'm sorry I worried you," she said into his shirt. He laughed.

"I'm sorry you had to see my ugly side," he said. She looked up at him, surprised. Perhaps Mukuro was willing to apologize after all. He stroked her hair and continued. "You see, I am very far away from you. And I realize you may... become fond... of someone else in my absence, but I don't have to like it."

She gripped his shirt and looked up at his face, words stumbling over themselves to get out of her mouth. "Only Mukuro-sama is good!" became the result. She blushed and he laughed again. "I mean, you're the most important person to me. No one could ever replace you!"

"And my evil plans don't change that?"

"Which evil plans do you mean?" She knew all about the possessing world leaders and starting a world war plan, and the destroying the mafia plan, and even the "Set Gokudera up with Haru" plan that he sometimes toyed with when he was very, very bored and gossip wasn't fun anymore. They were all various degrees of evil, but it didn't make her feel any different about him.

"The one where I keep you all to myself." His voice was low and Chrome felt very warm hearing it.

"I... haven't heard about that one," she said. Her blush was never going to fade if he kept saying things like that.

He laughed his familiar "kufufu" laugh. "It starts a little like this," he said. "Although I always pictured the scene with you in your cute white sundress." He kept going before she could apologize. "I would hold you just like this, and you would put your arms around me." She obeyed, sliding her arms around his neck. "And now that we're all set up, shall I show you Plan A?"

"Yes."

"Then close your eyes."

Chrome was an obedient girl. She closed her good eye and waited. She could feel Mukuro shift against her, and then his lips were touching hers. He was warm and soft and gentle- she knew it was just for her, because Mukuro-sama was distant and commanding and had a quick temper, even if he tried to hide it. She had always imagined his kisses would be more... possessive. And she had hoped, even if she didn't believe, that he would be more passionate.

She tried not to be disappointed. But after having his hands on her breast already, a chaste, closed-lipped kiss just seemed anticlimactic. She had wanted him so much, for so long, she was surprised she had never come to their world in transparent lingerie.

"Hmm," Mukuro said thoughtfully as her hands slid down to his chest. "I don't think Plan A worked." She blushed- again!-, embarrassed by her lack of appreciation. He'd tried so hard to be gentle! But he continued before she could apologize. "Plan B then. I never imagined you were a Plan B girl..."

He slid his hands up her arms, his fingers closing over her biceps. "I will no longer play nice, Chrome," he warned her. He pulled her body against his, roughly, and kissed her.

It was how she imagined it; a long kiss with lots of movement and his hands all over her back, once she pressed against him and he let go of her arms. It was the kind of kiss that made people uncomfortable to watch, even in movies, like they were seeing something they shouldn't. It made her heart pound and her breath uneven, her chest heaving with the effort when he let her go. He smiled, quite pleased with himself.

"Is that what you imagined?" he asked. She nodded dumbly. "So cute," he murmured, and kissed her again.

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Fill # 1- part 4/7
(Anonymous)
2009-02-12 01:05 am UTC (link)
She pressed herself flush against him, their bodies so close no drop of water or breath of air could flow between them. His hands caressed her, sliding down her back and over her buttocks. She shifted at the feeling, her hips pushing against his, and she could feel him harden. It made her stomach tighten, a little like a cramp but good, the organs he created reacting to her desire for him.

"Mukuro-sama," she whispered when he broke the kiss.

He smiled at her and brushed her hair from her face. "Breathless already. I am sorry I distrusted you for a moment. Your reactions are so sweet and sincere..." He leaned in and kissed her cheek.

"No one else could ever make me feel this way," she told him. For all she knew, it was true; could a womb created by his illusions even register that another man existed? Could the stomach formed by Mukuro twist at the sight of anyone else? Even her heart, still the original she was born with, could it leap for someone who didn't laugh and call her "my cute Chrome" like she was his possession? She didn't think so at all.

"So tell me," he whispered. "If Sawada Tsunayoshi put his hand on yours-"

"I would feel only the pressure."

"And if Yamamoto Takeshi took you to dinner?"

"It would be only work."

"And if Sasagawa Ryohei wanted to go dancing?"

"He does something besides boxing?" Mukuro laughed and continued.

"And if Gokudera Hayato spoke sweetly in Italian?"

"He doesn't speak the right dialect."

"And Hibari Kyouya? If he caught you alone and instead of fighting, wanted to kiss you?" Here was the test; ever since they'd gone to that awful future and come back, Chrome had a soft spot for the man Hibari might become. But he wasn't that Hibari, and he certainly wasn't Mukuro-sama.

"I would remind him who I belong to, and we would fight instead," she said.

Mukuro shifted his hips against her, and she could feel his erection twitch in his pants. He was aroused by owning her, by destroying other men in a battle for her attention, by her confirming that she was his. She thought vaguely that a smart woman would be wary of such a man, but Ken had always told her she was stupid. She liked that he wanted her to himself.

"My cute Chrome," he said, "Hibari Kyouya does what he wishes. If he wished to touch you?"

It was such a strange game Mukuro was playing with her, but not a hard one. Being confident was easy now, with Mukuro-sama's soft What-If's in her ear and his tangible approval of her pressed against her body. "He is not you. No matter how powerful he is, he cannot touch me without your consent. I would find a way to beat him."

Mukuro moaned against her cheek. "How? How would you defeat him?" he murmured, his voice thick and husky like he was asking her how she wanted him to fuck her.

"I would wrap him in illusions, and get enough distance to use our trident and best techniques." Mukuro's hands slid up her arms to her shoulders. "You've taught me well; I think I could hold him off."

"He is very strong, and resistant to illusions." Mukuro kissed her earlobe, licking it before he moved to her neck. "I wonder if you could."

"I'm not a weak little girl anymore," she said, harsher than she intended. He slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders and the red fabric fell to the ground around her ankles.

"No, you are not," he said. His gaze was hungry as he looked at her in the lace bra and panties. "I think you should be rewarded for having the bravery to face down Hibari Kyouya." He sank to his knees and touched his lips to her stomach. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth to keep in the little squeak that she almost let out. His hands rested on her hips and he kissed her again, right below her navel. His touch was warm against her skin, and her whole body tensed in anticipation. The Ring of Mist slid on its chain in response to her smallest movement, brushing the sensitive skin over her breastbone.

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Fill # 1- part 5/7
(Anonymous)
2009-02-12 01:07 am UTC (link)
His lips trailed downward, pressing against her panties as his fingers slid into the waistband. He drew the lacey underthings down her thighs, seemingly heedless of her trembling. The nearness of him was excruciating; his kisses were too soft, too teasing, when she was starting to ache from want. His hands caressed her legs after she kicked her underwear off, and his tongue darted out, tasting her skin.

She let out a soft noise then, making him laugh. "So honest," he murmured, pressing his lips to her stomach again. His right hand trailed up her thigh. She tensed, the movement making the Ring of Mist brush against her chest again. There was something arousing about the silver on her skin, the movement of the ring and the weight around her neck. But it paled in comparison to Mukuro's lips, his fingers between her legs, his tongue against her. She nearly choked on his name and shifted so he could reach better.

His hands held her steady, one on her hip and the other parting her soft flesh as his tongue lathed her clitoris. Her heart pounded against her ribs and her body felt tight and achy from desire. He seemed to know just what to do to her, keeping his tongue moving and eventually making her legs tremble. He stopped and looked up at her. She nearly cried with frustration.

"You're ready," he told her more than asked. She nodded and sank to her knees, her hands going to his buttons. Together they undid his shirt; Chrome pushed it from his shoulders then he unzipped his pants. Her heart beat faster. She was nervous, but the heat coursing through her body made her press onwards. She slipped her hands inside his underclothes.

He was warm and hard and she wondered vaguely how he compared to other men because she had been expecting something frightening or even gross, by the way other girls talked when they thought no one was listening. But instead, she had something that her two hands could hold comfortably after she pushed down his pants. He wasn't frightening at all.

"My cute Chrome," he said. His voice was husky but otherwise he acted like he was having a normal conversation, despite his cock resting in her hands. "Tell me, what are you thinking?"

She shifted her hands, stroking him as she answered. "I'm thinking maybe I am a scarlet woman," she said, her face flushed with embarrassment and want. "Because I want you to..."

"Yes? Want me to what?"

"I want this inside me," she blurted out. Mukuro gasped as she stroked him hard between her palms. He reached behind her, unclipping her bra with skilled fingers and pulling the lace away from her skin. The only things she was still wearing were her eyepatch and the Ring of Mist.

He kissed her between her breasts, where the Ring hung, and lowered her to the ground, her back on the soft grass. She could feel the tight ache between her legs spike as he leaned over her, his fingers sliding over her clitoris and caressing her entrance.

"Here?" he asked. She let out a gasping, "Ah!" in reply. He slid one finger inside her.

"Like that?" he prompted. She managed a weak nod and spread her knees farther apart. "My Chrome, are you sure you're not a whore? You open yourself easily."

She didn't bother to scold him about his word choice again; he seemed to like being vulgar and taunting. "For you," she said as his moved his finger and added another. It wasn't enough to ease the tension and she continued, hoping to prompt him into another action. "Only for you. Mukuro-sama!" He pulled his fingers away and moved his hips over hers. "Please!"

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Fill # 1- part 6/7
(Anonymous)
2009-02-12 01:08 am UTC (link)
He smiled down at her, caressing one of her breasts as he shifted. His other hand moved between them to steady his erection. "Only for me? No one else in the world has tasted you? No Vongola has ever held you this way?" He pushed against her, insistent.

"I am only for you," she said, and he was inside her.

She moaned and squeezed her eyes closed. She thought it would hurt, that the first time was awful, but it was more like stretching and fullness and Mukuro-sama. There was no resistance; her body accepted him until his hips were against hers.

"I'm sorry," she murmured.

"Hmm?" Mukuro made a soft noise and looked down at her face. "What is it?" He seemed genuinely concerned, if a bit distracted.

"I'm sorry," she said, dragging each word out because every time he moved, she wanted to cry out. It was very hard to talk with Mukuro-sama between her legs. "I'm too easy."

"Don't be silly," he told her, mood shifting from taunting to reassuring in one smooth thrust. "You are mine, and I am here. That's what matters, isn't it?"

"I mean, shouldn't there- ah!- there have been... you know... proof. That I'm only yours?"

"Oh, Chrome," he laughed. "Now is not the time to worry about your virginity. I believe you. And either way, you are mine now." He thrust his hips in emphasis and she bit back a squeak. "You trust me, don't you? My cute Chrome."

She nodded so eagerly that her breasts moved and the Mist Ring slid over her sternum. Her body jerked at the feeling. Mukuro let out a soft breath.

"Then forget everything except me," he commanded.

She obeyed. The world consisted only of his warmth, his weight above her. There was the heat of his lips on hers and his hands pulling her legs up, and then he moved faster and deeper. Each thrust of his hips pulled a gasp from her, a small, shrill almost-moan, encouraging him. She felt tense, her ache only partially assuaged by him, and that made her guilty. Wasn't that want supposed to be filled now that her legs were wrapped around his waist? Instead the tightness built, as it had when his mouth was on her, but didn't release.

She moved her hands, ghosting down his back over the hard muscle of his ass. He pushed hard, making her cry out and dig her nails into his skin. She was surprised at the sound he made. It was a throaty gasp, almost a growl, and the moment it escaped his lips he shifted slightly and thrust into her, fast and forceful.

Mukuro kissed her roughly, his mouth muting her small noises as her body seemed to coil like a spring. Her hands clenched almost of their own volition, her toes curling and all her muscles tightening. She felt her hips raise, bucking up to him. He moaned against her lips. He may have been murmuring encouragement, but she no longer needed it.

She almost cried out, would have if his lips hadn't captured the sound, as her legs locked around his hips and the tightness in her snapped. Mukuro whispered something and buried his face against her neck, but she was too overcome to make out his words. The shock of pleasure from her orgasm hadn't faded yet when she felt his, his body stiffening and pushing his warmth deeper inside her.

His breath was hot against her skin when she realized what he was saying, just "My Chrome," over again. "My sweet Chrome, my precious, lovely Chrome..."

"Mukuro-sama?" she called softly.

"Yes, my sweet Chrome?" He leaned up and brushed her hair from his face. He had such a pleased, gentle expression on his face that she might have been alarmed, if her own senses weren't misted over with pleasure. Mukuro was rarely so gentle- only today, only for her.

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Fill # 1- part 7/7
(Anonymous)
2009-02-12 01:10 am UTC (link)
"You're... a little heavy." She hated to admit it, but he laughed.

"Of course," he said. She made a small noise of regret when he pulled out of her, but he immediately lay beside her and put his arms around her again. One his hands rested on her chest, and he slid his little finger into the Mist ring, still on its chain around her neck. She let out a soft noise at the feeling, halfway between a tickle and a caress. She was certain that if he did it too much, she would want him again, for all that she was sated and a little sleepy now.

Mukuro looked at his hand as if admiring the ring. "This ring," he started, "I wonder if it is too heavy for you?" She started to sit up, to say something, but his hand pressed her down, his thumb tracing circles on the swell of her breast.

"This ring... makes our family quite large," Mukuro said as he pulled her closer. The hand on her breast moved up to her cheek, the metal of the Mist Ring brushing her lips.

"I don't even feel the weight when you're wearing it," Chrome told him.

He laughed and kissed her forehead, stroking her jaw line and making the chain around her neck glide over her skin with each movement.

"Then when it becomes heavy, when such a large family becomes a burden, you will come here, to me."

"I will," she breathed.

"And if Sawada Tsunayoshi calls you to his office, you will call to me."

"I will." She reached up to play with his hair. "And if Yamamoto looks at me too hotly, and if Gokudera whispers in Italian, and if Sasagawa asks to spar, and if Hibari corners me in the hallway, I will call to you."

He seemed to relax beside her, nestling against her. His hand rested against her cheek, Mist ring still on his finger. "And you will stay with me, as long as we can." It wasn't a question; it didn't have to be because it was true for both of them.

Mukuro leaned over her, leaving his finger in the Ring of Mist and using his free hand to grab a piece of their clothing to pillow under their heads. It was Chrome's red dress. She was certain it had been scarlet before- orange-ish, bright and bold and burning like flames.

Now, as Mukuro tucked it under his cheek and cuddled against her naked skin, it was the blood-colored crimson of his mismatched eye.

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Re: Fill # 1- part 7/7
(Anonymous)
2009-03-20 03:42 am UTC (link)
!!! Yay! OP here, saying thank you! (I need to check this more...) Need more ChromexMukuro...

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