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ᥫ᭡ ─ PEEK-A-BOO! ⸝⸝ shuji hanma.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ bully!shuji x f!bimbo!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ your dumb little self can't stop being so clumsy, especially around the biggest school bully, dropping your glasses and getting on your pretty knees in search of them only to just be teased for them..

warnings ⸝⸝ 1.1k+ wc. sws. dc. non/dub-con. noncon recording. coercion. time skip!hanma. college au. reader wears glasses. oral sex (m. receiving). public blowjob. face fucking. oral creampie. cum eating. throat bulging. voyeurism. dacryphilia. asphyxiation. hair pulling. bullying. degrading. slight masturbation. this is so taboo, help. (17+).

note ⸝⸝ yes, reader lowkey kinning velma, she a blind bitch— but BUT, this was supposed to be a kisaki fic but some whore–@dilftaroooo–convinced me to make this mr. turnip heads fic.. *runs on all fours*

“dumb bitch.”

were the first words you heard growl beside you the second your foot overstepped the last staircase. your eyes fall to the polished floors in front, legs buckling and anchoring themselves to the ground, and you can feel your jaw clench in anticipation already in resigned to the discomfort to follow.

your poor knees scrape against the campus floors when you were met with gravity, even when you try to heed your fall; newly painted nails skidding across the tiles, the pain radiates in a way that shatters your brain, or was it just purely embarrassment that made your breathing suddenly shallow?

either-or..

a silent sob prys from your mouth when you try to gather yourself up as quick as you can but hearing all of the snickers of how much of a loser you are stifling around made your breathing hitch.

yet, those slick comments didn't phase you that much; used to the remarks your classmates would always whisper around about you throughout the years..

used to them always giggling at you when you're desperately in search of those glasses that had always fumbled with gravity as well..

used to them always leaving you helpless, walking around you, blissfully unaware of the pain you endure..

you've always damned yourself about those goofy oversized glasses in silver frames because they were always finding themselves on the ground when you did. they've always made you look like a complete idiot in search of them; knees halted to the campus floors, hands sliding against the dusty tiles to find them desperately, not caring about the pile of clipped papers and books that went down too..

you just needed your glasses first. and everyone knew that. but they all only pointed and laughed at your clumsiness before leaving you behind like some dead meat..

“oh, oh, please,” your fingers slide across the tough leather of your books, dipping around them to find those thick lenses, “where are they..” your voice is faint as you ponder, just how the voices that teased you all fainted away slowly when the school bell rung.

so attentive on finding those lanky glasses of yours and worried about being late to class, the clicking of boots that bellowed closer and closer was out of your focus..

“hey, sugar, you wanna know somthin’?” a familiar deep and taunting voice echoes down the stairway behind you. you jump slightly, eyes squinting as your head spins around.

before you can process the blurred figure walking toward you, the man speaks again, “the number of times your dumbass has dropped these ugly ass glasses is the same number of girls i’ve fucked,” he's close now, feeling the heavy presence of the mans taller frame leaning down to you.

“and that's a lot.”

“h-hanma?” you know that snarky voice laced with foul intent by heart.

his screaming taunts always stung you and left a ringing in your ears throughout the years of his brutal harassment. just hearing his pitched voice made your skin cold, hands to even cramp up from the memories of him flinging your glasses across the room to only watch you crawl around for them before stepping on your newly painted nails with the heel of his boots.

“in the flesh, cutie.” hanma cooes before flicking at your forehead, a gentle pang from his pointer finger to your skin.

“leave me alone, asshole.” you pry away from him, trying to swat away his inked hand from your face.

“oh? fine then. i was tryna be nice and give you your glass but you wanna be a bitch–”

“no, give them to me.” you go to stand up quickly but the sudden familiar sharp sting to the roof of your hand kept you down. wincing at the tough feel of his boot imprinting against your skin made you whine, bones feeling as if there being crushed between the sole of his shoe and cement.

“hanma! get off of me! that hurts!” your free hand swats at his leg, only to take a new route of actions quickly; gripping at his thigh instead when he put more of his weight down.

“you gonna stop being a bitch then?” you almost pout at his words but instead you simply nod, too weak compared to him so what's the point of fighting him off when you know he always wins in the end?

“eh.. i don't know if i wanna give 'em now. you hurt my feelings.” you can practically hear the laugh he's holding in his chest slip through his teeth.

your burning eyes flicker up to his; partially a blur of a face but you can see the outline of that shit-eating grin he always holds highly around campus imprinted on his lips. hanma didn't mean to twist his tongue in his mouth and loosen his death grip on your hand, but he never realized how pretty your lips look when you pucker them up into a frown; the heavy gloss on them shining just like the stinging tears pricking at your lower lash line..

he truly never cared to even notice how the mesh of your skirt raised higher than it should have when you're on your bruising knees after a hard, embarrassing fall..

or even cared to realize how pretty you really do look on your knees in front of him..

hanma swallows down that bubbling feeling in his belly that rises at the pleaing look you give him. but seeing you almost whine, desperate with mercy in his hands, he couldn't help the way how his pants suddenly stiffen around him, feeling how the growing bulge in his jeans press painfully against the leather of his belt.

“heh, fine. you want them?” you nod vigorously, eyes squinting and seeing his hands motioning around your face, but hearing the clasp of a belt unclip made your brows knit together.

“have 'em.”

hanma frees your hand from under his heavy boot, and you can feel your blood rush to it instantly but the second your hands reached up for your glasses, your blood could only pump faster, feeling something harder and thicker than the silver hinges you're used to holding.

your hand flinches back. eyes now open all the way like someone was prying them apart, trying to get a good look of that thick blur prodding in front of your face.

“h-hanma? what're you doing? what is that?”

“do you not want your glasses?” he cooes, voice whisked like auditory caramel, “they're right in front of you.” hanma nudges himself closer to you, just enough to smell the deep husk of him and caving you in with your back staggering against the wall behind you.

barely, the focus you were putting in rushes; a fuzzy image of his pretty long cock in chastity that drools with a pearl of pre, his cock swinging heavily close to your face with your bent glasses resting close to his dark-haired base. your brain stutters, mouth left agape at the surreal sight.

hanma? the shuji hanma, your worse bully? prodding his beating cock at your lips? in the campus stairway halls?

the air felt as if it became thicker, harder to suck in when your focus moved to the side, seeing how his long legs caved you in, a lanky hand pressing against the wall beside your head.

“c’mon. quit actin’ stupid ‘n suck my cock already or your not getting them.” he's already nudging the crown of cock between your pursed lips as he enunciates.

all of this was happening too fast, your brain was still trying to catch up on how you even fell in the first place. but now? you couldn't even understand if this was a fever dream or not.

you try to push away, eyes wide, owlish-like, confused as to why this was even happening. yet, that irk of an itch in the back of your brain was bugging you, feeling the cool air hit against your panties that suddenly drool a little with your slick..

that itch in your brain screaming out to you to finally get some dick, even if it was your bullies fat and pretty dick..

and soon, that annoying itch was quickly brushed off the second you allowed his prodding tip to break past your pretty lips..

“mm, good little slut. open wider, gonna take a whole lot more than just this.” hanma groaned, head hanging low against his chest as he watched you take in more of him.

those golden eyes never left you, not even for a second, even if he heard people walking around the halls. he was too focused on the way you wrap your pretty lips around his length, the warm feel of your mouth before dipping further in, feeling the way your throat contracts around him.

your hands reach out for stability on his thin legs, gripping around them tightly when ‘sin’ rooted itself into your hair, fisting it into a ball to push you down against him faster.

“oh, fuck,” his eyes narrow, hooding into slits, only seeing a thin line of yellow glowing under his lashes as a smirk runs along his face, “why haven't i done this before?!” the fingers at the back of your head knot firmly into your hair, almost threatening to pull it from the roots.

your eyes almost knock to the back of your head when he crushes you fully against him, nose being tickled by the dark hairs at his base and the cold feel of your glasses.

tears begin to quickly prick from your eyes, nose beginning to run, and drool slipping from the sides of your mouth as he guides your head faster and faster over his cock. the tight feel of his cock head jabbing at the back of your throat made you whine around him, hips shifting around and a sharp pang to shoot between your thighs.

your hand twinges, quickly guiding itself down between your bodies and past your thighs to relieve that ache of tension. the pads of your fingers run along the sticky trail against your panties, adding pressure to your weeping clit that throbbed at the slightest touch.

“you getting off to this, whore?” hanma growls, a guttural moan scraping at his throat, “like being used like the hole you are?” he grows harder, forcing your throat to work him in and out of you at his impatient, incessant pace.

“answer me slut. you like this, don't you? playin’ with that little pussy while i use you?” he tugs the back of your head, making your lips pop off around his cock. bubbles of spit drool off the fat of his tip with a slimy string connecting to your lips.

you go to respond, a heavy breath of air catching in your throat but he was only toying with you, wanting to catch you off guard and stuff your pretty mouth full again. wanting to make you retch around his sheer mass that stretches your throat, a subtle bump of his cock bulging through when he slides back in.

his hands clapping around the back of your head to keep you in place, your mouth struggling for any agency. you try to flatten your tongue and try to drop your jaw as much as possible, licking lightly and stroking against the underside of his thick cock, but it felt impossible with his size to make some room without cramping up.

“yeah, keep playin’ with yourself like that, this the only attention you'll get from me, stupid whore.” pleasure was rising messier and greedier the more he rocked you back and forth. the sudden bucks of his hips sync with the devoted bobbing of your head that drove on with a singular intent.

though the words that slipped through his lips along with strained moans stung you, you do as he says; your fingers rolling around your panties with enough pressure against your sensitive bud, pinching and lolling it over, till you were moaning in coeval with him. you tease your clit, the smooth pads of your fingers running along the messy pool of your arousal as hanma can only scoff.

“never knew you were so fuckin’ filthy,” he titters over the loud bubbly slurps you provide around his cock, “‘n–fuck–never knew your throat can handle me like this.” his head lolls off to the side, craning over with his jaw hinged open.

his harsh words shouldn't have affected the way they did, but you can only moan around him, the tingle of vibrations makes the apple in his throat to bob.

trying so desperately to breathe but forgetting how to tell your body to do so, you can only hope he was close before passing out.. and so, you try to run your tongue over his cock to heed your help, soon feeling a particularly prominent, rising hardness begin to stand.

hanma didn't even want to give you a warning either, enjoying the sappy tears that roll down your flushed cheeks, makeup drooling along the streams as well. you looked so pretty below him like this, crying over him, desperate need to breathe all because of his fat cock. he couldn't help it, bucking his hips hard enough till your eyes squeezed shut and feet to tap against the floors.

he couldn't help it..

the desperate feel of you trying to prove to be able to handle the frantic indulgence and pleasures coming on stronger for his needs, he couldn't help but pinch your nose close.. watching the way you try to pull back when he forced you back against his base, suffocating you with the fat of his cock.

the heavy and hot tears that clump up around your chin drip down, just how his thick ribbons of cum shoot in the back of your throat. feeling your mouth being filled quickly with his hot sticky mess, some pooling out the sides of your mouth made your brain numb.

and you couldn't tell if it was the lack of oxygen or the high feel of your mouth being used for the pleasure of him till he popped and your pussy to drool even more..

“fuck, yeah, yeah, take all that fuckin’ cum,” his calloused hands keep you hostage to swallow it all, deeming you till you did, “any slips out ‘m breaking these glasses, bitch.” he snips.

finally, he lets you pop off his cock, but the recovery was short-lived, ‘punishment’ pinching into your stained cheeks, “y’know, just as pretty as you look on your knees, you look a lot hotter on camera.” he grins.

₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭ @getoswhore — refrain from plagiarizing, translating, modifying, and/or reposting my work!

‘ DEATH BY SÉX! 𝜗𝜚

𓉸ྀི sum. his fatal cause of death? op – overly pussydrunk. the prime suspect? located right between your pretty legs. toji, sukuna, nanami, gojo, choso, geto.

warnings. fem! reader, very pússydrunk men, unprotected, cunnīlingus, messy eaters, nīpple play, ab riding, sukuna kinda lactates, dry humping, sqúirting, overstim, spīt, dirty talk, praise, p spanking, fīngering, breedīng mentions, petnames.

an. when you realize everyone here's actually d-

☆ GOJO SATORU.

pronounced dead the minute he goes inside.

satoru grunts, glassy eyes widening as he’s watching his reddened swollen tip disappear between your slick entrance. panting out soft whispering ‘hooooly shit’ ‘s and ‘fuck’ ‘s, you could already tell he’s done for. he’s been inside of you more times than you could count—but it’s like every time is the first time. riding the satoru gojo was a fatality in itself. anytime you ride him he’s weak, and he’s even weaker once you’re staring him dead in the eyes—luxuriating in his lewd contorting facial expressions. it was just the way his crystalline-colored eyes would criss ‘n cross, rolling waaaay back into the dark voids of his head each time he cums inside. satoru always loses it whenever you fuck him, scraping your frantic hips against his and quite literally fucking the brat out of him. “yeah, fuck me. don’t stop baby, don’t—fuckin’—stopp, and he glues his palms against both sides of your waist. your knees rest against his bulky thighs as you’re jerking back ‘n forth, watching his jaw go slack whilst his glossed lips part into a wheezing ‘o.’

and at that moment, he knew he was pussy drunk.

the bed creaks beneath you both. it’s creaks sounded more like groans, and the entire wooden headboard was practically about to split in half.

“mhm, eyes on me ‘toru,” you remind him, glancing at his icy blue eyes that wandered every direction but your face. that was always a habit of his. whenever you rode him, sometimes he’d stare off to the side . . or the ceiling . . or his favorite place, your bouncy tits. “not there, baby,” you tilt his chin up, watching the pout gloss across his lips. satoru claws a hand at your hip, grunting as your cunt sucks him in wholly. every time—you had quite the grip on him, and it’s enough to make him his blushing tip smear across your insides. you moan, feeling the hooked curve of his cock expand through your walls, zigzagging its way through your pasty entrance. “fuck, ‘toru. close again, yeah?”

“m- mhm,” he inhales, gnawing at the bars of his inclosure. your hips were killer . . and every single time - he falls in love with how greedy you slam back and forth against him. rutting hips of yours constantly clashing further into him before a hand wraps around his throat. satoru’s snowy lashes flutter as he glances at you, moaning once you give his neck a slight squeeze. “heh, kinky today, are we angel? usually i’m the one who does the choki—fuuck,” he croaks mid sentence. your squeeze around his throat tightens just a bit, not too much. it’s the right amount of pressure that makes his dick twitch inside of you, and you feel the sporadic pulse instantly. satoru starts to pant, and as your cunt’s still freely constricting around his lanky fat length, his head leans back. “goddd, such a naughty girl. you get y’r cockiness from me that’s for sure.”

“do i?” you purr, leaning in to lick a slope down his neck. satoru moans, and a barred palm of his creeps down toward the fat near heart-shaped juncture of your ass. with a stinging whack, he smacks your rear as you rut into him at a much more quicker pace. with the way your hips rolled, you were gonna hypnotize him with your pussy. you’ve still got dried splotches of cum sticking at your sides before his lips start to quiver in impatient frolic. “baby, open your mouth,” you hum, a sudden idea popping into your head.

working even thinking, the white haired man pries open his mouth before looking at you with low hooded, pussy drunk eyes. “ ‘kay,” he replies submissively, heaving each drawn out breath through his full lungs. satoru’s cock plugs you in snug ‘n fully, and each time you slam your flooding wet cunt against his lap—he’d get whiplash. “what, do i stick out my tongue too or . .” and he pauses, cocky grin fading, and within seconds—he’s growing sheepish once he sees you smugly grinning. “oh.. you’re serious, okay!”

satoru lolls out his pink clean tongue, singing out a playful ‘ahhh’ before that’s when you spit directly in his mouth. he blinks thrice, and instinctively, he swallows. after he savors your taste, a slutty moan leaves from the back of his throat as he’s squeezing your ass. “fuck, do that shit again.”

“yeahhh, more?” you whisper, wiping a thumb across his slick pursed lips. satoru broke a cold sweat, and the more you touched him—the more he started to pant like a dog. his dick ached inside of you, and every time you clamp down on him he lets out a sharp hiss. compressing his lips together again, you give him a quick chaste kiss before purring haughtily. “say ‘pretty please’.”

satoru pouts before sighing with a grousing grumble. his ego was nearly massacred, but he wanted more . . and he wanted you. “pretty . . please,” and he brings a hand toward your right breast, stroking a thumb against your nipple. satoru watches you writhe with his dick still tucked inside before his smugness shortly returns.

“spit in my mouth again,” and satoru, with his lopsided cunt-drunk grin, he puffs his lip out, giving your ass it’s final playful spank. “mommy.”

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO

toji fushiguro’s an absolute animal whenever it comes to your pussy. straight up, and he might as well change his tittle to the ‘pussy killer.’

he practically lived between your thighs, and fuck could he eat. it doesn’t take toji long at all to get pussy drunk either—in fact, all he even has to do is just smear the buttony tip of his nose down your sopping wet clit, getting a nice whiff.

your scent – it was so strong that without even using his tongue yet, he could already taste you. his tastebuds were salivating… and with you lying pretty, legs sprawled and all, you really brought out the beast out in him. you meet his feral entranced gaze and toji’s heavily panting—already starting to drool from the cracked crevices of his lips just at staring at your cunt.

and all you knew was . .

he’s hungry, and you made him this way.

“f- fuuuck, toji,” you’d croon out a whine, wiggling your hips before he pulls your jittery legs apart from each other. your legs stuck together with such gluey sapping slick that it was cute—you felt hot the more he started to bring his face towards your teary entrance. “n-ngh,” a soft grunt leaves from you as you felt his cold stare intently focus on your poor weeping folds.

one of toji’s favorite things to do though, was to eat you out.. right after he came inside . . and oh, it was the prettiest sight he could ever see.

as toji swiftly goads a plump thumb up to your tender labia, he watches as the mess start to stream out of you – all at once.

you were putting mere waterfalls to shame with how wet you were, just profusely sopping. as he continues to have an eye contest with your sweet drenched folds for a long amount of seconds—toji finally closes the distance, leaning in and sloppily pressing a kiss your pussy.

immediately, he hears the cute ‘psssh’ ‘s your entrance makes and he darkly chuckles once he feels lustrous strings tear away from your entrance, landing onto his mouth. toji didn’t care that he was tasting himself—a sweet.. filthy mixture of you and him that’s now shamelessly coating his scarred, wry lips.

there’s a faint tang of bitterness as he starts to dip his tongue in ‘n out of your cunt—but again, he’s nasty – he’s dirty and your cunt made him even dirtier. toji made sure to thoroughly drag his tongue through every crevice, lapping up the wads of runny cum that was trying to glissade down your puffed pussy. he’s crazy, grabbing ahold of rickety unstable your hips with two bare hands. shaking his head side to side like a madman.

“toji… fuck, you’re s-so nasty,” you moan, fishing a hand through his rumpled overgrown tresses. toji groans once you give his hair a solid pull, yanking him forward. his entire face was stuffed against your pussy—and honestly, to him.. this wouldn’t be a bad way to go out.

death by pussy.

toji found it cute how you could never stay still, his tongue was that much, and you let off a sweet dragging yelp once the tip of his tongue greets itself against your pretty throbbing g-spot. “fuckkk!”

“nasty just for you, babygirl,” he hoarsely whispers against your folds. hitched hot breath waves into your entrance and you were already starting to arch toward. breathy, labored breaths of yours started to grow more ‘n more irregular as he continued eating you out. after every toe-curling movement from his tongue alone—toji moves even closer, lolling out the entirety of his long flat tongue to get an extra good enough taste. he was greedy.

verdant eyes meet yours as he creates a slow sloppy trail, starting at your fluttering hole allllll the way until he’s guiding his tongue to lick in between your slit. toji thinks it’s cute how you’re throbbing in his mouth – pulsating on his tastebuds the entire time—pulse after fuckin’ pulse. you let off a cute ‘ah!’ as you’re just shoving his head against your face and he snickers.

toji slurps you clean, creating such lewd noises from his mouth before meanly spanking your cunt, staring it dead in the entrance. “she’s my favorite girl, always” and he hums. “ ‘s funny though. she’s just like you,” and you whimper once his palm swats against your pudgy folds again, squelches getting louder. “she talks back exactly just like you, baby. wet with a smart mouth.”

your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest as you watch with glossy-doe eyes whilst toji plays between your legs. each convulsion gets stronger… and by now, you started to feel yourself short-circuiting. you were so tender, and toji loved more than anything to spank your cunt raw, kiss it, rub it—then spank it again. a feral cycle.

right then, that’s when he snakes two thick fingers inside of your cunt, watching his fingertips slowly disappear. soft shrilling moans drag from your vocal chords before he licks the remnants of his cum from your pussy before a breathy ‘heh’ fans against your clit. “god, she’s fuckin’ nasty today. no manners just like her pretty owner,” and toji pulls his fingers out, licking them before spanking your cunt again with a free hand. “oooh,” he jibes, pointed ears perking at the cute popping slosh. you’re so wet—so so wet and he only wanted more. as his hand continued to smack against your folds, a few droplets of your sheeny juices splat right near the corner of his mouth. a few millimeters away from his slashing scar near his lip. toji happily licks himself clean with his eager tongue, giving your pretty pussy another spank, and another, and a-fuckin’-nother. .

the room’s filled with nothing but loud spanks of his hand going against your cunt—you moan ‘n whimper everytime, the brief occasional sting from the palm of his hand leaving a sweet dirty taste in your mouth. at his next spank, toji hears you moan out a pretty ‘oooh’ of your own and he looks up at you.

“yeah, girl? like that one, huh? fuck, can’t tell who’s nastier,” and he spits on your cunt before lapping it up before it could dribble between your slit. “messy little girl. cute how y’r pussy’s tryna compete with you,” and as he spanking it for a while, toji maneuvers soft tenderly circles against your throbbing heat.

“my messy pussy. all mine.”

☆ NANAMI KENTO

it’s rare for nanami to get pussy drunk—but when he does, watch out. he’s a eater at heart, and the moment you tell him what to do, he’s get cunt drunk within a matter of seconds.

“sweetheart, the least you could do is let me see you while ‘m between your legs,” nanami would huff, and his eyes were completely covered by his tie. tied in a neatly loose knot, he’s buried between your legs, so so close to your sopping saturated cunt. he could practically smell you, and as he spoke it was a cute pout that decorated his thin pink lips. as his glossed lips inch closer, he brings your pulsating clit a chaste kiss. “you’re wetter than usual today,” he whispers, and you let off a moan as your head tilts back, clawing a hand through his mussed blond strands. nanami looks up, his vision still blocked—but it’s almost as he’s making direct eye contact with you. as his finger gingerly peels your soddened folds apart, his husky voice pitches deeper. “does me bein’ on my knees ‘n blindfolded turn you on—”

with a impatient sigh, you give nanami’s hair a harder tug. “kennn,” and he watches as you create a wider spreading ‘v’ of your legs, glistening folds spreading apart also. “talk too much. finish eating,” and then a sly smile pulls against your lips as your eyes glance down at his unoccupied hand. “spank it too. . while you’re at it,” and you pout. “pretty please?”

“spank it?” he repeats, nearly getting lost at the sheeny stream of slick that pours down your slavering entrance. your pussy was profusely weeping from top to bottom, and nanami brings a hand up, softly caressing your tender twitching muscle. “my, where’s this comin’ from? you know i wouldn’t wanna hurt you, princess.”

you let off yet another frustrated sigh, feeling your chest heave in and out as nanami’s lips brush up against your swollen clit. pretty, ruby lips of his were all damp—along with the lower part of his jaw that was starting to water all due to your sweetened juices freely cascading down his chin. “ ‘s not gonna hurt, kento,” you reassure him, your voice getting shakier once he goes back to delving his pointed tongue in ‘n out of your throbbing heat.

there’s a coquettish simper that twists near each sides of his lips before he uses a palm to pat your cunt. “yeah? you want me to spank you here, huh?” and you whimper, watching as he starts to swirl a plethora of shapes against your sobbing entrance with his palm. immediately, you coat his entire palm with your slick and he starts to lick against his hand. with a sudden smack, you gush right on his palm a little and you whine at the abrupt contact. “ooh, how was that, my love?”

“harder,” you moan, feeling the bottomless pits of your stomach flutter with butterflies once nanami’s ethereal caramel eyes lock against yours. you hadn’t even realized he pulled his dotted patterned tie up above his eyes, getting a pretty peek of you and your sweet greedy cunt. once he gave you that look with that sleazy lopsided grin, fuck you knew it.

nanami kento’s pussy drunk, and it makes you throb just knowing only you had the power to make him this way.

with a playful snicker, he shakes his head. “ah, ‘harder,’ she says,” he whispers, giving your pussy another spank. one turns into two . . then three, then four . . and eventually, the only sounds that fill the room is nanami’s wide palm swatting against your squelching sex. if you weren’t vocal, you definitely were between your legs because your cunt continued to spat sloshes and squelches from each direction hit from his hand. “my oh my~ she’s a bit of a chatter today, no?”

still with a pout painted across your lips, you let off a sweet needy whine. “ ‘ken, spit on it,” and his ears perk up at your carnal words. you leer down at him as the corners of his lips crease inward, showcasing his dimples and he hums. “please, spit on it kento. need it.”

“no, baby. you want, not need,” nanami corrects you, the frigid silvery band of his watch brushing up against your cunt. as the coolly air of the room fans against your twitching flaps, he gathers up a nice wad of saliva before spitting down on your plump pussy lips.

nanami stares at you the entire time—openly, relishing in your expressions and you’re shivering and pulsating at the same time. seconds later, he leans in to slowly lap up the stringy trail of his own saliva while maintaining direct eye contact with you the entire time. nanami lolls out his lengthy long tongue, curling it inside of you before he gives your tender nub a niiiice long suck. he slurps literally everything out of you, and now. . he’s starting to to spell his last name with the tip of his tongue.

n-a-n-a-m-i k-e-n-t-o and as he’s tracing each letter libidinously, you feel your own hips rock and writhe into his mouth at an unsteady pace. nanami’s growing stubble tickles against your pussy and you whimper.

after a while, he grabs ahold of your hips and his head starts to sashay back and forth. he’s fast, and he softens his voice, talking over your sweet wailing whines. “fuck, use my face, honey. ‘s okay, i don’t bite,” he purrs against your clit. but as he spoke, his soft fawn irises lock against yours before he hums, teasingly nipping his teeth against your sensitive pearled nub while giving you the most pussy-drunken grin you’ve ever seen.

“unless.. you’re into that too, sweetheart—me biting your clit, i mean.”

☆ CHOSO KAMO

with choso—he gets cunt drunk the second he gets a fresh view between your legs. so pretty, just seeing you spread eagle in front of him, teasing him with that playful look in his eyes, oh you were gonna be the death of him. but in this case—not you, but your pussy instead.

“come closer baby,” you quietly coo, watching how your boyfriend’s eyes bulged wider. you look so pretty, slouched back against his side of the bed with your legs spread. he gulps as he openly stares at your drooling cunt - weeping with honey slick that creates a trail of wet molasses. you were so soaked, and choso could tell you were playing with yourself while he was out. “chosoooo,” you hum, a smile marinating against your glossed lips as you could clearly see him nearly entranced by your spread out pussy. he barely blinks, and once he starts making his way between your legs, he lets out a soft whimper. “c’mere, give it a ‘lil kiss.”

“y- you sure?” he sheepishly says, the darkened scar that runs across the bridge of his nose creasing up. as choso brings his face between your thighs, his warm breath aerates down your slit. god, he couldn’t help but get a good whiff. you smelled so sweet—and he hasn’t seen you all day. instinctively, he runs a thumb down your sobbing cunt before feeling his lips twitch. “f- fuck, princess. were you playin’ with yourself earlier?”

in this case—you’d end up making choso an ever bigger freak than you. with an impish grin, you paw a hand through his oily raven strands before inhaling a deep breath.

“maybe jus’ a little,” and you moan once you feel his thin lips pucker, bringing your cunt a soft three second smooch. “yeah- uh huh, like that,” and as your voice starts to tremor, you give his hair a light tug. “choso, use your fingers a little. can you do that too?”

“mhm,” choso replied meekly, and you didn’t have to tell him twice. as your legs continued to sprawl themselves open, he gradually pops in a finger – immediately feeling you try to clamp down on him. choso lets off a soft airy breath, watching with big marveled eyes as your cunt’s so eager to suck in the single digit.

you squelch—then you squelch again, and you let off a moan once you feel him start to scissor his finger way past the tight ring of your gummy entrance. “s- so warm inside, baby,” he murmurs, and he can’t help but lean in, sliding his tongue against your twitching sex. “mmph,” you stare as his eyes flicker back for a moment, and you knew right away that it didn’t take long before he choso kamo was fatally pronounced entirely pussy drunk.

the moment his digit’s buried deep inside of your sopping cunt—he can’t help but add in another, and he’s moaning right with you.

choso was near the side of the bed and his hips took it amongst theirselves to start rocking against the wooden edge. “c- choso,” you mewl out, feeling an eerie stir swarm around the bottom pits of your stomach. his fingers were long, and he made sure to delve them in and out of you, coating each ‘n every inch with such slimy volumes of your sweet sap. “fuuuck, keep kissin’ it too, baby,” and as he continues to obediently follow your words, your legs begin to wrap around his neck. “fuck, fuck, don’t stop. ‘s good, good fuckin’ boy.”

“m’ your good boy,” he repeats, feeling a strain at his dick that sheaths under his jeans once he hears you. your praise—choso’s number one weakness. whenever you showered him with praises, or even degrade him a bit, he’d probably cum right through his pants. choso’s thick fingers plummet deeper until they twist around, maneuvering circular shapes to make you whimper out a desperate battle cry. you slump back, gasping before you feel your leg start to twitch. “ ‘s this okay, baby?”

with another whine running past your lips, you felt a sudden pressure gradually building up. its creeping—and the curvature of your mouth forms into a oval-like ‘o’ the second you feel him rubbing his nose against your cunt.

fuck… you were so close and choso made sure to study your body’s movements. “m’ gonna cum, ‘cho. fuck, right there, don’t stop, ngh,” and as your eyes squeeze shut, you watch him briefly pull out his slick-coated fingers. you’re panting heavily. harsh-heated breaths snatch from your lungs unapologetically, and as you’re laid back with your legs spread wide – you don’t even realized you had gushed right out… a pretty shimmering geyser that sprays out your overwhelmed pussy.

your orgasm was beautiful, and choso’s ears twitched at the melodic sound of you abruptly finishing. you ended up squirting, and it makes him moan knowing he did that. “so.. pretty,” he pouts, lapping up his wet chin with his tongue. you could feel your legs still violently shaking as you were trying to get over your teetering high, your grip in his hair loosening. “hah, good girl. did so good, a bit m- messy but good,” he cheekily jibes, raven eyes flickering up at you.

choso gives your sloppy cunt one more kiss before you moan, feeling him slither both thin fingers back in.

“more… do that again f’me,” and choso playfully nibbles at your clit, hearing your cute yelps from the tenderness. “wanna see you squirt again, and again, and again.”

☆ SUGURU GETO

you’d make him pussy drunk in the most random times — he’d be working out, and you’d be straddling him, bare ‘n all.

geto grunts, feeling your soft wet cunt just laid all out, sitting against his flexing sweaty abs. such carnal thoughts roam through his brain… imagining all types of things—like him being between your legs to start, eating you out like a starved man.

“h-heh.. now m’ startin’ to get why you love watchin’ me do my sets, sweetheart,” geto slyly purrs, raising a brow once he sees you straddling not his lap—but his chest. his perfectly chiseled chest with glistening trails of sweat tearing down his sculptured v-line.

it was true . . you indeed loved to watch geto whenever he worked out, but it always made you super aroused. how his hefty tense muscles would tightly tense at each pull of his dumbbells. how his veins in his forearms would bulge from each rough pull. but the moment you peeled your panties to the side, geto hooks a hand on your hip. “oh? is my girl feelin’ a bit nasty tonight?”

“suguuu,” a cooing whine slithers past your lips as you pout, your wet cunt sitting flat against the top chiseled row of his abs. they were so hard.. and it makes your legs clench together, feeling his chest heave in and out. he’d just gotten through a bunch of reps, but you couldn’t wait—and neither could the stream that’s starting to gloss between your stick thighs. “you’ve been workin’ out all day.”

geto darkly chuckles, brushing a thumb down your drenched pussy. “babe, it’s been three hours,” and as his hooded eyes trail down at your cracked open legs, he exhales deeply. “but. . with a pussy this pretty, i gotta give you some attention too, right?”

“mhm,” you breathe, and he groans once he feels your hands slither toward his pecs. they were so big — and they glistened with sweat, beads racing down every corner. geto leans back, bringing both bulgy arms to rest behind his head as a coy grin plastered across his face. you couldn’t wait any longer, and that’s right when you started to move your sopping cunt against his rock hard abs. your hips moved slowly, and you were going back and forth, up and down . .

“fuck, look at you,” he whispers in a raspy hum, trailing a bare hand toward your the cute curving slope of your ass. geto gruffly groans, feeling his dick twitch in his black tight compression shorts. his noticeable bulge vigorously throbs and aches beneath the cottony fabric and you grinding your sweet cunt against his chest wasn’t exactly helping. geto’s sinister-dark eyes remain fixated on you the entire time, flickering towards your cunt from time to time—and within a blink of an eye, he swats a hand against your ass. “faster baby, don’t slow down now. ride ‘em good. make my fuckin’ abs just as dirty ‘n messy as you, yeah? use that pretty pussy. all for me.”

you start to pant - sharply, and as your eyes meet his, and oh, was he was feral. geto can’t help but strum a few fingers down your clit, bringing his fingers back up toward his lips for a shameless taste. as soon as he got a single taste of you, he was done for.

“sugu, m’ gonna cum,” you whimper, feeling your back starting to arch to a certain degree. slender fingers of yours rummage through his strands, tickling near his scalp before giving it a firm tug. geto groans, and you’re still jerking your cunt against his abs. it’s a lewd snail-trailing slope. you made sure to coat half if not all of his abdomen with your honeyed slick. “suguru, hng. gonna c- oh fuuuck!”

“c’mon then, make a mess. be my messy baby,” he whispers, his tone getting more and more huskier. each word he spoke in such a filthy sultry manner makes your pussy twitches. geto brings a hand down between your legs, ghosting a swollen fat thumb down your needy clit. throb after throb, you were getting closer toward your teetering edge—so much so to where you could almost taste it without actually tasting it. it was becoming inevitable, and right when you end up cumming, you let off the cutest seven-second mewl.

your jaw stupidly hangs open as you end up finishing against his core ripped stomach—geto flexes his pecs underneath you and he huffs. “fuck, good girl,” and as you’re creaming on a row of his washboard abs, geto combs a hand through his hair. your cunt pulses against his skin and he hisses out a breathy needy ‘fuck.’ glancing down with low hooded eyes, he sees your clit dilating. so cute, you were convulsing right on top of him and your hips fatally come to a crashing stop. breath after breath leaves from your lungs as you’re a mess, watching his glossy his entire lower chest glisten with your own arousal to blame. “god, made such a mess on me,” and geto reaches in his boxers as you straddle him, phewing at how hot you looked on top of him.

but right as he sits up, you lightly push him back against his cushiony weight bench, hearing him land with a gruff ‘ugh.’ you pout, dragging a finger down his sharp sculptured v-line before stopping at his black faded happy trail. “s- suguru, let me lick it off you too.”

“atta giiirl,” he croons, giving your ass once final spank. geto leans back, his eyes following you as you lean your head down, still quietly whimpering from your recent release. geto groans, giving your hair a ruffle before sighing. once your tongue starts to trail its way down his sheeny slick abs, he sucks in a breath. “fuck, lick everywhere sweetheart. don’t miss a—hah, don’t miss a drop, fuck.”

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN

“tch. what’s with . . the weird look, woman,” sukuna would pant, and he’s heavily out of breath. he sits back on his throne and oh, he’s flushed. you rode him to a point where he’s nearly speechless for a few seconds. you straddle on top of him with his cock stilled inside of you, feeling all various arms of his wrap around your waist. a pink slit brow furrows before he sighs. “quit looking impish, it’s.. irritating.”

“ ‘kuna,” you remain still, nearly slipping at a moan once you feel his flaccid cock rest between your folds. he’s stretching you out so good as shaky, rickety thighs of yours ached and burned. every vein within your body. he sucks in a breath once your hands feel down his bare, exposed chest. sukuna’s wearing nothing but a kimono on, it’s slit open and you felt all down his body. he’s warm, way warmer than usual and as you continue to touch the curse’s skin, you stop at his oversized pecs. “mhm.” sukuna’s got such a wide chest—but you weren’t so much focused on that, you were focused on his nipples.

his pink, perked nipples that you knew were always so sensitive. he told you about it . . once, and never again because it was well, embarrassing. even air brushing against his skin makes him shiver, including with causing his nipples to shamefully twitch. “can i suck on ‘em again?”

“suck on—oh..” his gruff voice trails, and you can see a splash of bashfulness paint his pale face like a canvas. sukuna ryomen’s embarrassed.. and oh how he wished he could wipe the smug smirk off your face. sukuna scoffs, but it doesn’t take long before he finally caves in. “fine, get it over with.”

your smile never falters, and as he’s still idly buried deeply inside your cunt with such salaciously thick inches, you bring your lips toward his pecs. sukuna inhales deeply, mentally preparing himself before fuck, you cup your lips around his right nipple. “hah, such a weird one you are,” he breathlessly groans, an arm gently clasping under your head to support it. your eyes close, and you suck on it—until he lets off another raspy groan. sukuna’s dick twitches and he’s so tender, so . . . sensitive.

the demon scrapes a few claws down his meaty thigh as your tongue lies itself flat against his perked nipples. “mhm,” your lashes flutter close, and at that exact moment, you start to ride him again. it was sudden, his eyes widen before he lets off a needy husky moan, squeezing a portion of your ass tightly before his crimson eyes roll back. he’s pussy drunk – entirely, especially since he was still trying to get over his most recent orgasmic orgasm. sukuna tried to keep up his façade, but with a cunt as hypnotic as yours, he might as well be buried six feet fuckin’ under. a vein twitches on his cock and its sporadic pulses make you pulse.

he’s just big inside, easily rearranging your insides without even having to move an inch. his lazy downward curve of his dick made you drool—sukuna reached far inside of your pussy, never forgetting to bruise and kiss against your sweet beloved g-spot. “ ‘kunaaa,” you repeat his name, and he could feel his entire body heat the more you whisper his title through those pretty glossed lips. as you briefly depart your lips from his nipples with a loud ‘pop!’ sound echoing through his eerie domain, strings of saliva detaching from your mouth. “hah, can you lactate?”

“you did not just ask me that,” the curse angrily pouts, and you feel his pecs tense. sukuna remains sat on his throne before scoffing. “you humans and your weird fantasizes. no, i don’t lacta—”

“wouldn’t hurt to try,” you titter, and he groans the second your mouth goes back to sucking against his tender skin like a leech. so good, a fang of his pokes beneath his lip as his mouth hands open. you’ve got him right where you wanted him. sukuna grunts from the sensitivity and you thought he was gonna push you away, but instead—he does the opposite. sukuna pulls you closer with one arm, digging his sharp keen fangs into his bottom pulled out lip to suppress his incoming whimpers.

your tongue swirls it way around his nipples, making sure to wet everywhere—he groans, sucking in individual sharp breaths before he feels his cock tightening. fuck, he felt something approaching quickly. his reaction time was devastatingly slow and his look of cockiness suddenly forms into . . neediness.

“ugh, such a nasty girl. but shit— don’t stop,” he snarls, one of his feet thumping against his regal glass floor. he’s chewing on salty anticipation and it’s never tasted sweeter. sukuna’s dick that stills itself inside of you aches for more, and as he watches as your own saliva lewdly race down the corners of your lips, he grumbles. “have some c- class, woman.”

oh, you’re making him stutter now.. and it’s cute— sukuna ryomen was flustered, and he’s so lost in his brief fantasm that he doesn’t even realize he’s cumming inside of you yet again. but at the same time, he starts leaking from his pecs. there’s a sweet taste that trickles on the flatness of your tongue as you hum. at the same time, a raw hot load pours into your womb deeply and he lets out a growl that echoes ‘n resounds through the soundproof walls of his domain. “fuck,” he hisses, veins prodding all through his thick neck. your cunt wholly accepts every drop, and you teasingly grind against him as your pussy flutters around him. then it dawned on him, sukuna came… just from you sucking on his nipples. you were about to say something as you try to get up, but he pushes you right back into sucking on his pecs, wrapping an arm around you.

“y’er .. a fuckin’ weirdo,” sukuna grumbled, still shuddering from his intense release. sukuna felt both of his nipples grow hot, and he’s shaking as he’s never felt more sensitive. velvety ropes shoot into you rawly and he huffs, lazily slouching all the way back on his throne.

“so you can lacta—”

“shut up, woman,” he snaps at you, but you can hear the cute shiver in his voice. sukuna’s eyes were droopy and he’s still heavily panting, moaning as you suck on his tender nipples. as you start to move your hips again, relishing the candied taste in your mouth—he’s still dumping hefty amounts of sweltering hot cum until it dribbles past your thighs. you’re overflowed, you’re overflowed and he’s undeniably pussy drunk.

“but… phew, didn’t say you could stop. do it again,” and sukuna’s vermillion-bloodshot eyes narrow at your smug grin before he curses under his breath, eyes rolling back eyes again,

“…please.”

hope bakugou knows im in love w him

Feminism done right.

Gifs: daenerys-stormborn

the thought of sanzu making you ride his gun is *chefs kiss* but imagine him making you lick it as you ride him.

=͟͟͞͞➳ ONLY 18+ ;; MINORS GO AWAY DO NOT INTERACT !!!

=͟͟͞͞➳ CW: gunplay; riding; reader and sanzu are part of bonten; is this dark content??; this is sooo unhygienic but this is fiction so it’s not

(this is not proofread sorry for any typos)

Sanzu would call you at his office late at night after a job, and you would meet him there innocently thinking it would be something business-related, just to be thrown over his desk a few minutes later, your skirt lifted to your waist and shirt unbuttoned, your tits almost popping out of the bra. He spat on your pussy to help his fingers do wonders inside of you, and just before you came he stopped, laughing at your frustrated groan.

“Come here, doll,” he said, leading your sensitive body to sit on top of him on his seat. You were facing him, slowly going down on his cock. “Having trouble taking all of me, darling? Don't worry” he said, faking sympathy and slamming you down with both hands on your ass. You let out a loud moan and his devilish smile grew wider. You started to move your hips faster, Haruchiyo grunting with his face on your neck, biting hard enough it would leave a mark.

He was still with his dress shirt half-buttoned, so you slid your hands under it, scratching his abs. You were a hot mess on top of him, all sorts of noises coming out of your mouth as he started to play with your clit. You were so close again your whimpers started to get louder, and with that Sanzu held your hips in place letting out a moan, you couldn't move and had another orgasm ruined.

“Now, now, we don't want to make a fuss about it, do we? If you continue to be so loud, the entire building will hear you.” he kissed your cheek “And that wouldn't be good for us, I shouldn't be sleeping with my boss’ secretary, should I?” he said and you nodded, looking directly at his eyes. “So let's just find something to shut you up”

You felt a cold metal slide through your leg and your eyes widened with fear, you froze in place.

“No, doll, don't worry. I didn't use this one today, and it's locked. It won't be any harm. Shh,” he shushed you with the pistol barrel “keep your mouth busy, now. Lick it” he demanded and you took out your tongue to lick a strip of the cold metal, the taste was weird but the sight of you doing it almost made Haruchiyo cum right there with the way your walls clenched. You were into this kind of stuff?

He started to stimulate you again, and you resumed your movements, going faster and harder on him. Your open mouth with the tongue out made the scene even more erotic, a line of saliva going down your chin, and when you threatened to moan, Haruchiyo shoved the gun down your mouth. You gagged from the surprise, the taste of iron spreading through your tastebuds. Tears started filling your eyes, this is too much. The overestimation, Sanzu’s dick hitting every right place, one of his hands stimulating your abused clit and the other one making you suck the gun as his own mouth sucked you everywhere.

It was too much, too much. You wanted to say, but your eyes rolled and you started shaking at the same time Sanzu unlocked the gun, a crazy look on his face as he came with you. You let out a muffled scream of fear mixed with the pleasure of your orgasm and he took the weapon off your mouth, kissing you afterward.

“Oops, my hand slipped” he laughed with the little breath he had left, his pink hair stuck on his forehead with sweat.

“You... Are a crazy... Son of a bitch” you said, breathless, resting your face on his neck.

Every time I see Chris Pratt do the Jurassic World calming hand reach it makes me viscerally foam at the mouth. That’s Hiccup’s move. How dare you stand where he stood.

I'm a hopeless romantic, which means all my brain cells are pastel pink and heart-shaped.

misplaced trust ⇝ h. sanzu x reader

warnings/includes: mdni, dc, nsfw, kidnapping, gaslighting, manipulation, amnesia, fox hybrid! sanzu, yandere themes, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, all characters are adults

notes: this is my entry for pat's hybrid-themed collab! i seriously had so much fun writing this one. tysm, bby @manjiroscum for inviting me to join this collab! 💗

Before everything, here's some facts about hybrid! Sanzu's past:

⸙. Haruchiyo never met his father, only knowing that he's lurking deep into the mountains in his kitsune form or luring unsuspecting women in his lair to take advantage of them.

⸙. One of those women was his mother who left as soon as he was out of her womb, leaving him to fend for himself.

⸙. No one in his mother's village was willing to take in a hybrid, labeling him as the bastard son of the evil kitsune.

⸙. He inherited some of his father's abilities such as being able to shape-shift, he's also gifted with an immortal life.

You don't know what went into your head when you decided to venture outside and deeper into the forest in the dead of the night. It's not like you're adventurous or anything, you hate the nagging feeling that creeps on the tips of your fingers because of the unknown but something about the pale gleam of the moon made you want to see what's out here or rather, who's out here. 

Pale complexion, tall frame and long silver hair that flows with the wind like an ocean wave– you've seen glimpses of him a couple of times. You've witnessed him dance so elegantly in his intricate silver robes as if he was floating in the air, his figure so light and enchanting it makes you want to dance with him. 

As you walk further into the forest, you feel a sudden shift in the air, it's no longer cold and biting at the skin and is replaced by a warm breeze, like someone is caressing your cheek and enveloping your body in an embrace. 

"You're here." You say to no one in particular. The tingle on your spine is so prominent, no doubt from the anticipation of what's to come. Will he show himself? Will he talk to you? 

A soft breeze blows past your cheek, making you close your eyes to savor the feeling. So soothing, so welcoming but it was gone as soon as it came. A fleeting moment.

"You're here too." The voice, it's so calming it makes you swoon, makes you want to close your eyes and sleep like a newborn.

"Please let me see you." Along with your plea, you look around in hopes of seeing at least the familiar blurry figure of him. He would look so beautiful under the moon, no doubt.

He sounds so teasing when he responds, the mirth in his voice evident as if he is smiling. Silly little human. Do you even know what you're talking to? "If you see me, you're bound to me."

"Then… then take me." Bold. Rash. Impulsive. Those have always been connected to your name back in your village. The reckless girl who dives in without a second thought but of course, you are always quick to deny them. Now, you're aware that you've proven just how thoughtless you are in some situations, but you can't find it in you to care. You have to see him. You need to see him. 

You feel him before your eyes can even glance at the vast space of the forest in hopes of seeing him. Hot breath fanning your cheek, his large hand over your hip bone and the warmth from his chest spreading over your back– he's behind you. The intimate position you're both in makes your cheeks burn. You've never had someone this close to you before. 

"Then you're mine."

You sit awake with a gasp, hand clutching your chest as your heart pounds rapidly. It's been a week since you started having the same dream over and over again, and every time you open your eyes, there's this sudden urge to run away… but why?

"My love." Haruchiyo, your husband, sits up on the bed as well, his hand caressing your back in the same, eerily pattern as the man in your dreams had. You don't know how you can tell, dreams are not supposed to be so realistic. Instead of bringing comfort to you, your husband's touch burns at your skin, making you flinch.

"It's going to be alright, darling. I'm here." He reassures you, his deep voice lulling you back to sleep and in his arms. The up and down movements of his chest help to stabilize your nerves again until your breath evens out and you're knocked out cold once again. 

Within the comforting embrace of another sleep, you don't notice how Haruchiyo's eyes flash a mysterious golden hue. 

"I'll be back before dinner. Remember what I told you?" Your husband coos softly, a small doting smile present on his lips as he waits for your response. 

"Don't ever come out because it's not safe." You recite his words back to him. This is how each morning goes, he would go out and do some business and he'd remind you to never step foot outside of the house. 

You never questioned him. You trust him with all your heart… like you were conditioned to do and follow what he says without so much as a complaint. He knows what's good for you after all.

"Good, my darling," The satisfied tone in his voice makes you smile happily, "Now, I'll get going. See you later." With that, he presses a quick kiss on your lips and then he's out the door of your home. 

As usual, the looming loneliness visits you again. You wish he didn't have to go and leave you all by yourself even if it's only for a few hours. This feeling, it's new to you. Despite not having the memories of your life before you met him, you know that you're not the type to depend on someone so much. 

In the midst of your musings, you don't even notice how your husband's figure disappeared from your line of sight as if he was never even there in the first place. 

I want to go home. 

The thought makes you freeze for a second, a sudden whiplash of emotions hitting you abruptly. What's going on? Why do I feel like this? You sniffle, shaky hands brushing away the unwarranted tears painting your cheeks. I am home, what does that even mean?

You heave a deep breath, willing to calm yourself down and make sense of what is happening to you at the moment. Sure, sometimes you're reminded of what your life once was every now and then but Haruchiyo was always with you during those moments. He would brush away your tears and tell you that it doesn't matter. As long as he's with you, you don't have to worry about your past. 

"I'm home." He greets by the door, patting his clothes off of any dirt as he looks around the house in search of you. He spots you standing in the hallway near the kitchen, the usual floral mittens over your hands as you carry a small pot of what smells like a curry. There's an adoring smile on your lips as you welcome him home. 

"Smells great." He says, striding deeper into the house with an excited smile over his face. The iconic scars at the corners of his lips are stretched so beautifully it makes you want to reach out and give them each a peck. You place the pot on the table, ready to greet him sweetly when he opens his arms for you until your eyes land on the hanafuda insignia inked on his forearm. 

Now, you've seen this tattoo on his skin a million times already but something feels oddly different about this time. It's like you've seen it somewhere before etched on something… on a cloth? On a silk robe… a majestic silver robe worn by a frosty white haired male, dancing around the forest without a care in the world.

"Darling?" Haruchiyo's warm hands lead you away from your scattered thoughts as he wraps his arms around your waist and cups your sides.

As you look up at him, he can sense the confusion within your eyes, the way your pupils shake and your lips tremble as you search for something on his face are the indication. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" 

"Haru," you speak, voice above a whisper and sounding so terrified, "How did I meet you?"

Oh. 

"What do you mean?" There's a hard look on his face but he hides it by hugging you closer to him, tucking your head into his neck as he strokes your back in faux comfort.

"I'm certain I followed you in the forest." You murmur, gripping the costly fabric of his yukata in your shaking hands.

"You're remembering it wrong. You must still be confused, huh?" The velvet sound of his voice manages to calm you down. "Your family abandoned you, my love. I took you in."

"No, Haruchiyo. They would never do that." You softly sniffle, burying your face deeper into his warmth to seek comfort. You feel so… weird. He feels so weird. In a way that makes you want to run away but then again, he's the only one you have. He's the only one who can offer you comfort. 

"And how are you so sure of that?" This time, he pulls back so he can look at you. His face lacks any emotions as he studies the weary tears falling from your eyes. "You can barely remember what happened to you before you woke up," So cold, "You think I'm lying to you." So distant.

Your husband slithers his arms away from you, attempting to walk out of the kitchen. Seeing him leave makes you panic, your mind internally berating yourself for upsetting the only person who cares for you. "Haru, please! Don't leave, I'm sorry!" You desperately cry, forehead pressed on his warm back as you hug him.

For a second, he doesn't say anything. He only stands there and in your eyes, it's as if he's contemplating what to do with you but he knows just what he's doing. He's got you right where he wants you to be. 

Sighing, he turns back around with your arms still clinging to him desperately. His face is crumpled into a crestfallen look, not even meeting your eyes. "You're hurting me, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry, Haru. I-I know you're not lying to me, it's just… my dreams are starting to get to me and-" He doesn't wait for you to say anything as he presses his lips against yours, one strong arm lifting you up so he doesn't have to bend down just to kiss you. 

He can taste your salty tears on his tongue and he savors it to heart, relishes in your broken but subsiding sobs. With a soft pat on his chest, he ends the kiss with one last peck to give you air before uttering the words that make your heart swell. "I forgive you."

Haruchiyo is on edge. Lately, you've been seeing glimpses of your memories and it's making him restless. Just what is he doing wrong that your past insists on haunting him? It's not like he forcibly took you away, you've given him consent to own you. Surely, the binding is as strong as it should be. 

He had been alone for decades, no one to come home to for so long that he grasped the nearest opportunity of finding solace in your arms. The last wife he had left him for someone else after finding out about his true identity. It's not his fault for being born a hybrid yet she still betrayed him. Stabbed him in the back just like his mother did and every other woman in his life. He does not take kindly to traitors so he did what he had to do: eliminated them out of his life and disposed of them as if they were mere pests in his life. 

Haruchiyo loves you and he doesn't want the same fate to befall on you. That's why he's going to make sure that you will stay by his side no matter what because that's what good wives like you should do.

"Look at me, darling. Tell me you'll never leave me." Your husband moans next to your ear, his scarred lips grazing your skin and making you shudder with each deep thrust of his heavy cock into your pretty little cunt. 

"I-I'll never leave you!" You proclaim, nails scratching his back and leaving stinging sensations on his skin but he doesn't stop with his ministrations, too deep in the heat of your bodies. 

You're starting to slip, close to losing your mind and giving away the last bit of your sanity to the man you're promised to. You will never leave him. You can never leave him. With how much you've become reliant on Haruchiyo, the thought of even depending on yourself is scary. It's like you're going to lose bearings and one wrong move, you're nothing but a lost person with no name… no identity. He gives you so much security, he builds everything that you are and without him, you're empty.

"You have no one else but me, you know that." He groans, his wild eyes losing its azure tint and is replaced by the glimmering gold, staring down at you with a sneer. 

You sob, nodding along to his words as your hands blindly reach out to him but he laughs at the sight, relishing in your pathetic cries and your attempt to hold him close. Breathtaking. There's nothing more beautiful than the sight of your tear stricken face as your mind slowly breaks, soul chipping away from his cruelty. 

"God- Haruuu!" Your moans have become drawn as you release around his thick girth, walls pulsing in intervals and sensitivity as he rubs your clit relentlessly.

The hybrid smirks, satisfaction seeping through his bones. "That's right, sweetheart. I'm your god." His velvet voice makes your heart bloom and your pussy to clench even more. This makes him growl, throwing his head back as he reaches his own high, hips never faltering from assaulting your sensitive heat.

Ropes of thick liquid spurts out of his cock, ejaculating inside your pussy and painting your walls with his seed. Only when he's satisfied does he stop the erratic movements of his hips before leaning down to capture your lips.

He's engraved on your lips, tattooed on your mind and latched within your soul. You're one with him, there's no denying that now, especially when he pulls out and his warm cum drips out of your pussy, staining your skin. 

"I love you, Haru." You whisper when the both of you pull back from each other, eyes closed with a small smile on your lips. 

This is your home. This is your life now. 

"I love you, sweetheart. I love you so much." He relents before pressing another kiss on your lips and on your sweaty forehead. 

Within his arms, you seek for the warmth and love he willingly gives you and with a satiated glint in his eyes, he allows himself to rest easy. After all, you will never leave him. You can never leave him. He's got you right where he wants you to be. 

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