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[botans-open-kimono]

✨Fictional Men✨

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Kinktober Day 10 - Sit

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Fandom: Tokyo Debunker

Characters: Haku Kusanagi x Reader

Word Count: 0.8k (832 words)

Content: Facesitting, oral (you receiving), suggestion of you returning the favour at the end.

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Your boyfriend's a tease. But sometimes he has good suggestions.

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You could never tell when your boyfriend was being serious or if he was just teasing you.

Sometimes it would be as simple as a complement. “Your outfit looks nice today.” And when you’d thank him, Haku would smile flirtatiously and respond, “It really shows off your best parts.”

You thought it would get easier when you started dating but he just changed the subtly flirtatious comments to downright filthy ones.

Which was what had led you to this moment, staring, mouth open, at where he was laying on the bed. You were both naked and had been passionately making out when he’d made a request that had taken you completely by surprise. Haku was smiling that teasing smile at you and there was mischief in his eyes. But when you looked closer, you thought you saw a hint of hope.

“You want me to what?”

“I don’t know how much clearer I can be. I want you to sit on my face.”

You shook your head. You weren’t worried about smothering him. You knew his ghoul strength was enough to keep him from any harm you could inflict on him. But sitting on someone’s face was a level of intimacy you hadn’t considered before and hearing that come out of your boyfriend’s mouth was a new level even for him.

“I’m not going to sit on your face.”

“Why not?” Haku sat up, leaning forward until he was close to your face. “You know how good I can make you feel with my tongue.”

You felt yourself grow warm and leaned away from him. “Stop teasing.”

Haku pulled back. “I’m not teasing.” You looked at him reproachfully and he relented. “Okay, yes, I am teasing. But not about the face sitting thing.”

You frowned, confused.

He sighed. “I mean, I’m not going to push you to do anything you don’t want to but I’d really like you to sit on my face.”

“Honestly? You’re not just saying that so you can tease me about being desperate?”

He shook his head. “Honestly. Although I can’t promise I won’t tease you in other ways.” My licked his lips, drawing your attention to his lithe tongue and you felt your body flush warm again.

“So? Are you interested?”

You appreciated his concern. Haku could be a tormenter at times but he never wanted to push you too far or make you uncomfortable.

You nodded, and crawled up his body until your knees were on either side of his head. You were resting back so you weren’t directly over his face. Not yet. You had to build yourself up to this.

Haku looked down at you and groaned, his hands grabbing your hips. “You’re killing me, you know that. And you say I’m the tease.”

He pulled at your hip, trying to encourage you over his face. You resisted for a moment, gathering your courage.

But your will broke when you locked eyes with the man below you. Haku was gazing up at your with pleading eyes, mouth half open in anticipation.

“Please?”

And you leaned forward, lowering yourself onto his waiting face.

You’d barely settled before Haku was licking a testing stripe along you, tongue digging into dips and gliding over rises. Your hands flew to the headboard to steady yourself as you lost yourself to the pleasure shooting through you.

Haku teased you for a while before worming his tongue inside you, sucking lightly on the flesh in his mouth. You felt him move beneath you and looked behind you to see his hips twitching, thrusting up into nothing.

You were glad to see this was affecting him as much as it was you.

A particularly firm curl of his tongue, paired with a suck brought you back, a moan tearing from your throat. Haku hadn’t just been teasing earlier. He really did have a way with his tongue that had you on the precipice of pleasure before you even knew it.

And it was only a few tongue thrusts later that you were gripping the headboard and keening at him to let go of your hips and let you rest.

Haku did as you asked and you collapsed on the bed next to him.

“So? What did you think?”

You took a moment to get your breathing under control. “Yeah. Yeah, I think facesitting was a good call.”

Haku laughed and pulled you closer to him. “I think it was a good call too. You seemed to enjoy it and I know it certainly did.”

You looked down at his body. He was twitching and there was precum drooled across his lower abdomen but no sign that he had orgasmed alongside you. You shuffled down until your lips were able to press kisses against his hip bones. Above you, you heard Haku take a shuddering breath and you looked up at him

“I think it’s time I returned the favour. You’re not the only one who can work wonders with their tongue.”

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[sugurusbeloved]

★ MDNI | your husband hates tongue kisses

satoru is already whimpering before you even duck your head down; that small, reedy whine spilling from his pillowy lips whenever things aren't going his way. his skull is pinned all the way back against the headboard, iridescent eyes glaring at you with a childish, petulant stubbornness.

“c’monnnn sweets, don’t do that… it’s weird,” your husband mumbles, his fingers twitching where they’re embedded in the meat of your thighs, securing your hips down onto his lap. “it’s just wet muscle, no? nothing special...”

but this stagnant cockwarming is pure agony; his thick, pulsing cock is filled to capacity within you, yet today, t feels somewhat insufficient. you crave a more vicious internal shift from your spouse, knowing just how much force it takes to shatter that paper-thin grip he has on himself.

ignoring his protests, you fist your fingers in his fluffy white hair, yanking his head forward to smother his mouth with yours. satoru lets out a muffled groan full of exasperation, his frame locking up, but you offer no reprieve. you part your lips and shove your tongue deep into his maw, slathering it across his teeth eagerly as if to fuse your bodies into one—fluids included.

ovverstimulation wrings him out, turning his spine to jelly and his buffy thighs to unstrung bows as you force him to swallow the pooling excess of your combined saliva. it is a grotesque violation of his sterile world he polishes so obsessively, and the utter humiliation of how much ecstasy it brings to his poor heart paints his cheeks a painful crimson.

“mnh—wait a minute!!” his gasp bleeds into your mouth, six-eyes weeping from pure overload while a sullen pout rests on his lips. “i swear—it tickles me...”

yet, the degrading rush of blood goes straight to his groin. beneath your pelvic bone, you feel the sudden, predatory surge of your husband's cock gorging itself on his arousal, thickening and elongating until he is stretching your walls past their absolute limits. he is quaking, his mind drunk on a single kiss from his beloved wife, slender fingers clawing into your hips with a miserable zeal as he fights the sudden thought that forms in his mind—

he can fill your womb just as you mercilessly filled his mouth.

is it too obvious that ive never kissed someone orrr

[kusanagihaku]

after the rain

⭢ haku x mc, 3.3k

His hair is half-mussed, lips kiss-bruised, name as incandescent on your tongue as his eyes are on you. Your myth and hero, human as the rest of you. It is not lost on you the irony of Haku calling himself a devout worshipper when you are the one turned towards him in supplication.  or: you slip into haku's room the first night of the trials. ao3 here / masterlist.

｡°⚠︎°｡ minors dni!! ｡°⚠︎°｡

cw: hurt/comfort, fingering, piv smut + [s2e5 spoilers!!]

The door sinks closed behind you. 

The wood is solid against your back, grain rough under your fingertips. When you look up, there he is, sitting on the edge of his bed and haloed in white, moonlight tracing the ache of his shoulders. 

Haku’s smile is soft. The leather of his boots sigh from his fingers, sink to the floor. “I was just about to go look for you. Isn’t it customary for the devotee to visit his goddess and not the other way around?” 

You toe off your boots. “Shut up and kiss me.” 

It startles a laugh out of Haku. When you approach the bed his hands come up to wrap around your hips. “As you wish, my goddess—“ 

Goddess. 

“Haku—“ your voice catches. You tear your gaze away from where he is already leaning into your palm, all fond and gold, a terrifying tender. “What kind of devotee actively stands in the path of a death ray?” 

Haku’s hands still on the back of your thighs. He lets out a laugh, earthquake-steady. “One that can’t bear to lose you?” 

You stare out the window at the inky blue. If you stare hard enough you can stop the tremble in your voice. “What if her gaze burnt through the shield? What if— what if you were knocked off the feather or something? We could have waited and took turns with Elias or Sho or someone to reach the end, you didn’t need to take the risk—“ 

The panic swells behind your lungs, strains itself into your voice. Your hand stutters on the smooth of his cheek. You’ve been bottling up these questions the whole night, and Haku knows it. 

“Princess,” he says, quietly. He tilts his head, presses a kiss into your palm. His hands come up to cup yours, shift them so he can kiss at the phantom red on your wrists. When you look back down at him all the sound in the room has condensed itself into the gravity of his eyes. “Seeing you with your hands bound? All that way across the chasm? What else could I do?” 

Haku smooths his thumb across the orison of your palms. “How else could I guarantee you’d be safe?” 

His words glow in the dry of your mouth, the memory of them vending-machine bright, and just like that you are dissolving like sugar into the water of his hands. You sink into his lap. Haku catches you, like always, steady, sure. 

His hands slip under your shirt, rest against the small of your back. When you tip your forehead into the curve of his neck, inhale the incense of him, his words ghost your temple, a quiet prayer. 

“Subaru was telling me about this other myth, too.” His thumb traces the shape of your spine. His voice rumbles where your chests meet. If you close your eyes it feels almost like the floor of a train running under your feet, hurtling you into a future where the only thing you know how to cling onto is the solid of Haku underneath your fingertips. “The one about Orpheus and Eurydice. His wife dies, and he goes all the way into the underworld to bring her back. The god of the underworld agrees, but on the condition that Orpheus has to walk ahead of her when they leave. He can’t look back at her. Not once.” 

Haku lets out a quiet laugh, though there is nothing amused in it. “Imagine that. In order for his wife to live, the husband had to put so much faith in the fact that the gods would uphold their end of the deal. He had to believe that the footsteps behind him were real, that she was still there. But he couldn’t.” He pauses, briefly, presses his lips to your hairline before pulling back. “When you love someone that much… who would?” 

He looks at you, then, his eyes almost glowing, tenderness a small, impossible star that lodges itself somewhere between your ribs. You read in his wry, helpless smile what he does not say aloud — he is too afraid to lose you to put your fate in another’s hands. That he cannot, will not trust anyone but himself to save you. 

(And isn’t that Haku, really? Always taking things into his own outstretched hands? Always offering, always bearing the weight and the risk and everything that comes after?) 

Perhaps it is the destiny of stars to collapse, to flatten in on themselves in the name of fate and the way of the universe. But, oh, there is something about the gold he has painted in the wreath of your ribs, in the breath you share as he kisses into you, that makes you think that maybe this time— maybe in this life he’ll be correct, and you’d love each other enough for the universe to— 

And then you are not thinking at all, with Haku’s lips sighing on your neck and his hands tugging everything off of you. With the days and nights you have spent melting into the altar of him it does not take long to turn gasping under his wandering tongue. 

Haku hums as he slips fabric off your ankles, lets you settle your knees on either side of his lap. “How cruel this castle is. Giving me the image of coming home to you,” he murmurs against your collarbone, “one regular office worker to another, just to take it away.” 

It almost makes you laugh, if his fingers weren’t already slipping between your legs. “Haku—“

His mouth trails down your chest. “Clocking out of the office just to meet you at the train station. Holding your hand and boarding the train together. I’d hold your waist in case you fall.” 

Your fingernails dig into his shoulder when he finds the right place between your folds effortlessly, makes you gasp into the cold air of the room. “Haku— ah—“ 

“Or maybe I’d let you fall, just so I can make a joke about my princess finally falling for me—“ 

It sends some sort of wild joy careening up your spine, this image that Haku paints for you. The two of you, pressed against each other under the fluorescence of the subway lights, smiles no-one else’s but your own. Haku in a crooked tie and crooked glasses, painted in the dying wash of a work day, one hand on a grab handle and the other arm around your waist. Both swaying to the rhythm of a train that, for once, brings you home. 

“Maybe you’ll fall for me, instead,” you manage, breathless, and Haku grins, wicked and gleaming in the moonlight of the room. 

A fingertip finds your entrance, a slow, teasing intrusion that leaves you whimpering against his lips. Haku steals a small kiss. “I already have.” 

You want to swat him, but he is already dipping into you, thumb circling your clit as he licks up your moan. “So perfect,” he breathes. “Feel so good around me already, princess. My goddess.” 

You huff at the title, and the corners of Haku’s eyes crinkle in response. “Should I be saying it louder? So everyone knows who I’m worshipping?” 

“Stop,” you threaten lightly, “If Elias hears us we’ll never hear the end of it.” 

(Assuming the end of it doesn’t happen, somehow, at the end of two days. Neither of you mention it.) 

“We’d meet because we work in the same building,” Haku says, instead. His thumb stills when you lean back, cup his face in your hands. 

You melt into the wet heat of his mouth, sinking the length of his finger further into you. “Haku—“ 

How beautiful he is, moon-kissed and glowing. His hair is half-mussed, lips kiss-bruised, name as incandescent on your tongue as his eyes are on you. Your myth and hero, human as the rest of you. It is not lost on you the irony of Haku calling himself a devout worshipper when you are the one turned towards him in supplication. 

“I’d work on the 27th floor,” Haku murmurs. He lets you grind helplessly onto the pad of his thumb. 

“Which— ah— Haku, ah— which floor would I be on?” 

Haku pauses where he is sucking something sweet into the corner of your jaw. “The 26th. I’d take the stairs down one floor every day in hopes that I’ll catch you waiting.” 

Your laugh turns into a gasp when a second finger prods at you, slips into you with ease. “Haku—“ 

“I’d see you for the first time in the lobby, harried and late for a meeting. You’d be the most beautiful person I’d ever seen in my life.” 

He crooks his fingers just right as you pant out a, “Ah— I’m not always late—“ 

Haku laughs. It rings gentle, delighted in the shell of your ear, leaves you flushed and blushing. “You’d be late just that day, then, just so I can wait for the lift with you and start falling in love.” 

You’re insufferable, you want to say, but Haku is parting his fingers inside of you and the stretch steals the words off your tongue, leaves sparkles of his name where they once were. 

“We’d get in the same lift,” he murmurs. His fingers don’t stop moving, don’t stop winding the coil at the core of you ever-tighter. “I’d turn to ask you what floor you were on, but you’ll hit the button faster than I can find the words.” 

You choke out a laugh, before a bend of his fingers send sparks of white across your vision. “Haku— ah—“

Haku smooths a kiss against your flushed cheek. You watch the moonlight in his hair glow, eyes half-lidded and blurred in your want. “I wouldn’t say anything, of course, but the next time I’d run into you in the lift lobby or the staff cafeteria I’d bump into you, just to say hi.” 

You blindly reach downwards for where his bulge is already weeping against his pants (how is it that he always remains fully clothed long after you’ve been laid bare before him, breaths shallow and burning in your need?), and Haku curses. His fingers stutter when you stroke over him, mumble against the sear of his lips, “Haku, need—“ 

And he reads you, like he always does, like he always has, and just like that he is flipping you over, looking down at where you’ve been sprawled under him. 

“So beautiful,” Haku breathes. His hands skate up your sides. “My goddess. Made straight from the heavens for me.” 

You bite your lip and turn away, flushing — no matter how many times you’ve found yourself under Haku’s adoring gaze it has always contained a devotion that paints your insides a hungry silver. 

“Hey,” Haku murmurs. The moonlight turns the gold of his eyes a sun; when his fingers brush your hair behind your ear they are smoke-soft in their reverence. “Not everyday I get to worship you like this. Let me have it, hmm?” 

You shift underneath him, hand catching on his forearm when you nod. You’ll let him have anything he wants. Haku can breathe all the prayers he wants into the kindling of your skin, but all you want to be is laid out for him, a sacrifice for his taking. 

Haku dips his head down, leaves a light kiss right above your heart. Your world narrows, then, in the silent half-moment, shrinks to where the heat of flute-calloused hands meet your waist, where the soft of his lips meet your chest— 

And then he is leaning back with a rustle, and ah— an electric jolt, and the weight of him, slow and heavy through your wetness, pressing against your clit and ah— 

Haku groaning— a dull stretch around the head of him, delicious and familiar and aching— 

And suddenly in the pause between your heartbeats you are living the world Haku has described, bones weary not from fighting for your lives but from office air, city lights blinking in through your open bedroom window, matching toothbrushes behind the bathroom mirror and Haku, your Haku, your Haku with his sharp eyes and kind hands and kinder words, sinking into you, sinking home. 

You whimper his name, back arching, trembling, molding yourself around the slick of him; he kisses it from your lips, breath folding into breath until it feels like you are both made of the same fragile air. 

“So good.” It comes out as a sigh. His fingers smooth into the fat of your hips. “Always feel so perfect around me.” 

Your breath stutters in your throat. He holds you, steady, until you stop clenching around him, burn melting into heat. 

“Could watch you like this forever,” Haku murmurs. His eyes are dark, half-lidded, skating down your figure to land where you are connected; his thumb catches on your hipbone, rubs soothing circles in as you get used to feeling impossibly full. “So warm— so pretty, fuck, princess—“ 

“Haku.” His name comes out in a half-whine, tinted honey with want. “M- move, please— need you—“ 

Your hips cant upwards. It buries the rest of him in you, draws a choked groan from the back of Haku’s throat. “Fuck, okay—“ 

When he moves, slow, tender— oh— 

You visited a huge shrine, once, when you were younger. You stood before the vast, red-tinted honden, watched the angles of afternoon sun melt into every corner of the hall. It washed each wooden pillar bright, flushed every nook and cranny a warm gold that even now in your memory made it look like the shrine itself was breathing, luminous and alive and radiant. 

You wondered how they’d made it glow like that, then. But the vowels of Haku’ name are spilling off your tongue, incandescent in their keen, and ah— the calligraphy of his movements draws gasps from the hollow of your chest, fills your mouth with bright and flushes your veins gold, and ah— Haku— you think you know, now— 

How lucky you are to be loved, like this. How lucky you are to be loved across lifetimes and lifelines that are not yet yours to have. How lucky you are to love him, with his diligence and dedication and green-gold laugh and the way every movement of him expands to fill the spaces between you, slow and desperate and groaning, like he’d claw you back inch by inch from the hands of the gods themselves. 

Haku buries his nose in your shoulder. “So perfect,” he rasps. His teeth scrape your shoulder with each slap of skin, bruise devotion into your chest with each bounce. “M’ goddess. ‘d do anything for you. Would— would do anything to bring you home—“ 

He sounds almost as wrecked as you feel. The heat of his voice has you arching into his touch, heels digging into the small of his back; each thrust pools something hot in the base of your spine, hits something in you that leaves tears brimming on the edge of your lashes. When he speeds up the slap of his skin on yours has you clenching around his cock like you never want to let him go. 

You think you understand Orpheus, now. The sky may be deaf and blind and indifferent to two dust motes in the fabric of time, but by god, if you won’t try to keep him— 

Haku’s hands slide up your sides, shift your palms from where they’ve been clutching onto his forearms. He interlaces your fingers. When he leans back up, bringing your hand up to his lips and hips snapping shallow against yours, you do not miss the flash behind his eyes. 

“I’ll bring you home,” he says, low. The words brush by your ring finger, settle burning behind your nose. “I’ll bring you home, and we’ll start a restaurant together, in some seaside town in Shizuoka. We’ll forget the office and the school and the— the curse—“ 

Moonlight slips, dizzying, from the halo of him. It sinks into the weight of his words, mixes into the whiskey of his eyes, dissolves like salve into the ache of you. 

“We’ll get an apartment by the train station,” Haku half-groans. He shifts your hips up, towards him with his free hand, and oh, with this change in angle— ah—

His thumb finds its way back down between your legs. It slips between your folds, sparking, circling, rubbing, and all at once the pressure of his thumb on your clit and the way his cockhead is bullying the softest part of you is all too much, all too good— 

Your head falls back, mouth falling open; you cannot help the moans that tip themselves off the altar of your tongue with each thrust of his cock, float themselves breathy and begging from the fire Haku has lit in your lungs— 

You can barely hear Haku’s voice, barely make out the words from where your vision is swimming. “Love the sounds you make for me, god, fuck— we’ll— fuck, we’ll move so far away from here— we’ll learn how to make noodles from an old man down the road, and we’ll get to close up shop every night and go home to this, I promise—“ 

A moan tears itself from your throat, curls like a ribbon around where Haku’s lips are still pressed to your ring finger, winds itself deeper into the searing coil between your legs. You cannot help the litany of words that spills between you as you throb around him, climbing higher, higher, “Haku, please, I—“ 

Haku’s hips falter, for just a second, before he is bending down, faster, forehead tipping against yours, “Let go for me, princess, I’ll catch you, I promise—“ 

His lips crash against yours, desperate, messy. His hand slips down to your waist, squeezes you, and just like that the heat between your bodies explodes, sends your vision white.

His name sparks off the kindling of you, burns its way into the room as your back arches off the bed. The pleasure tears its way through your nerves, shatters the consonants of his name across your tongue as all coherent thought dissipates, free-fall, into the moonlight, “Ha— Haku—“ 

And catch you he does, arms slipping under you and pulling you close as his tongue tangles into yours. He presses helpless groans into the fever of your mouth, the glow of your jaw, hips stuttering against yours once, twice, before he, too, comes undone, throbbing cock spilling into your warmth—  

To be full of Haku, like this, always. To feel every inch of him in you, sweet, aching. To have the heat of his skin on yours, eyes heavy and glazed over, chests straining in shared breath. To hold his heart in the crown of your throat, to have him hold your heart in his. 

Your thumb brushes his cheekbone, languid from your high. “Haku.” 

“Mm,” he says. His head tips against your shoulder, lips finding the sweet spot on your neck. He’d stay like this forever, you know, buried deep in you. You know because you would, too. 

But time stretches and shifts, and the bones of the castle sigh around you, heavy and weary and all too real. There are tests awaiting you tomorrow. There are dangers you will have no choice but to survive. 

Outside the window the moon drapes itself across the night. The gods, if they are listening, offer no assurances. But oh, here with Haku— is it all that difficult to believe that you can overturn their rules? That you can and will survive, that you will walk right out of this underworld, in spite of their fates and their curses and their trials? 

You run a hand through his hair. “Let’s learn to make udon.” 

Haku shifts, just enough to look at you. He grins, boneless and sweet, Hotarubi-rain steady. “Rest, princess. We have to survive tomorrow first, hmm?” 

He kisses you, then, fills your lungs with the green of an aching what-could-have-been, the gold of a sweet what-could-be. It makes you smile. 

You agree. 

[feralgrimoiredeceiver]

A Festival Day with a Priest

Synopsis: Haku wanted to spend time celebrating summer with you, and invites you to go to some shrines with him after a day at a festival.

Contents and possible triggers: light bondage, fingering, oral, piv, public sex, a whisper of fluff near the end

Mildly ooc Haku here and there

MDNI

@o0ruby0o It's done!

Classes had just let out for the day, and you were looking forward to the upcoming weekend. It was another July weekend, which meant another festival weekend. With any luck, this weekend will be one without missions, drama, or problems. You were already thinking about the different foods you wanted to try and what games you might try when your phone pinged. It was a message from Haku.

"Hey, princess! Got any plans this weekend?"

"Hi, Haku! I was planning to go to the festival on Saturday. I hope my new yukata will be here in time. My old one is worn out. What are you doing?"

"I actually don't have any plans, and I was wondering if you'd like to go the the festival with me on Saturday and go to some shrines. I know of a few that would be great for viewing the lantern float."

"I'm sure that your yukata looks great. If it doesn't, I'll be happy to help you take it off."

Classic Haku. With a smile and a sigh, you agree to go to the festival with him and set a time to meet up.

As luck would have it, your new yukata had arrived while you were in class. You took it back to your room to look it over and try it on, in case something wasn't right. The color and print were beautiful, the material was soft and lightweight, and the obi was prettier than in the picture. You practiced tying the obi a few times because it was longer than your old one, and you wanted to try a few different bows. Settled and confident in your choice, you hung everything up to prevent wrinkles before the weekend.

You went to bed Friday night earlier than usual to be sure that you had plenty of energy for the day ahead. Not only was it going to be a day out at the festival, but there was sure to be a fair amount of walking to reach the shrines that Haku had mentioned. He said that the best one was fairly high up in a hill overlooking Hotarubi. You didn't know that there were high hils in Hotarubi, let alone shrines in them. Though you were a little nervous, the idea of spending the entire day with Haku made you a but giddy.

Wait, is this a date?

He arrived to pick you up that morning, and true to form, he made flirty comments about helping you get out of your yukata later, but also telling you that you look beautiful. You rolled your eyes and smiled, but told him that if he doesn't behave you'll tell Zenji and get him to follow Haku around, playing his biwa and singing loudly. Haku raised his hands in a gesture of playful surrender, and the two of you started off to Hotarubi.

You spent the day trying different foods from the innumerable stalls and playing games. Neither of you won anything, but it was fun all the same. You noticed over the course of the day that he was standing closer and closer, occasionally brushing against you, and even breathing lightly on your neck when he was explaining a game. It made your face hot, sure, but you felt a surge of heat in your core that felt like a furnace every time he brushed against you. You were struggling to act like everything was normal between the two of you.

As it was getting later in the afternoon, Haku suggested that you start heading towards the shrine, as it is a bit of a walk, and you don't want to miss the laterns.

The walk was significantly longer than you had expected, resulting in you cursing your choice in footwear and needing to take a few breaks. Each time Haku offered to carry you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. You refused, partially out of stubbornness, but also knowing that you wouldn't be able to hide how you feel if you were pressed against him. You were already struggling to look him in the eyes with the ideas you were having.

After a long trek, you finally arrived at the shrine. He wasn't exaggerating- they view was incredible. You could see the entire festival, the lake, and even buildings that you'd never seen before. While you were marveling at the view, Haku leaned lightly against you, trailing his fingers lightly down your arms.

"You don't have to be shy, princess. I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking. I feel the same way," he whispered, lips lightly brushing your neck.

The tingle his voice and touch visited on you was enough to startle you out of admiring the view. He felt so good pressed against you, and he was hard. Your heart was in your throat, and your legs were melting, but you had to have more. You pressed back onto him, and reached upward so you could touch his face and run your fingers through his hair.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled you tight to him with one arm, while his free arm roamed over your body. He kissed and sucked on your neck as he was grinding against you. Your body was burning with desire and excitement, but you were nervous. As you were grappling with your mixed emotions, he slipped one hand through the neckline of your yukata and began massaging your breast, paying extra attention to your nipple. You gasped at the jolt of sensation.

Feeling like you were burning alive with lust, you asked in a tiny voice, one that you weren't even sure he'd hear, if you could kiss him. He obviously did- he turned you so fast you barely got a breath before he plunged you into a kiss deeper than the deepest ocean. It was a kiss of a hunger, a yearning so deep it hurt. It stole your breath and made you sweat. Your walls grasped at nothing as your juices saturated your panties.

"I've been wanting to kiss you for too long. It's been so hard holding back, trying to make sure no one could tell how I feel. I was afraid I'd never get to have you alone... to show you how much I need you," he gasped against your lips. He started working on untying your obi and commented with a smile, "I'm not sure I can get you back into this, but I'll get you out as promised, highness."

Your obi quickly fell to the floor, followed by the cords holding your yukata shut, and finally the yukata itself.

Haku fell to his knees before you as though he were praying. He ran his hands over every inch of you he could reach- caressing, massaging, squeezing. You were quickly losing your inhibitions and spurred him on with your gasps and moans. He kissed his way down your barely clothed stomach, stopping at the elastic of your panties. He looked up at you, pupils blown and a faint rose dusting covering his face, "May I, princess?"

You nodded and murmured a yes at him. He grabbed the waistband of your panties with his teeth and pulled them far enough for gravity to take them the rest of the way. He watched your expression as he lightly dragged his fingers down your stomach and onto your inner thigh. You must have looked nervous because he asked if he should stop. "I'm okay, just a little nervous." He hummed at you, then agonizingly slowly trailed his fingers up your thigh, watching you the entire time.

You knew that you were wet, but not how wet until Haku teased you for being so excited. You became self conscious again, but he assured you that he's taking it as a compliment. As he said it, he slid two soft, skilled fingers between your folds, massaging your clit in feathery light circles. You gasped sharply and curled your fingers in his silky hair. You had done the same to yourself while thinking of Haku countless times, but having him touching you was indescribable. The way he watched you, it was almost like a predator stalking its prey. Combining that with the way he touched you and the way his body felt against your own had you rocketing toward cumming.

"Haku, I'm about to-" your words were cut off when he thrust his fingers into your aching pussy. He mercilessly fucked you with his fingers, watching how you shook and made faces in your ecstasy before swiping his silken tongue over your throbbing clit. Your fingers twisted in his hair as you struggled to stay standing as he teased you right on that edge, watching you become increasingly desperate for release. "Ple- ah! I can't-"

That plea was all it took. He curled and rolled his tongue over your sensitive spot while viciously rubbing his fingers over your g spot, and sent you crashing. Your wall pulsed over his fingers as he kept pumping, your legs shook with the force of the release and the way he kept rolling and curling his tongue. He put his arm around your hips to keep you from pulling away from his merciless tongue. He was intent on making you to cum on his face again.

You squirmed against his arm, but you were no match for him. You could fight all night and you wouldn't break free. Regardless, you couldn't keep standing, even with him holding you. "My legs... can't stand...weak," you gasped out between moans. He looked up at you and grinned. That flirty, mischievous grin you had seen so many times before now carried something else- he was absolutely feral with lust and had every intention of giving you months worth of raw energy.

He looked around the room and his eyes fell on a table- is that an altar?! You had no time to question before he laid you on it and told you to stay put. You didn't see what he was doing, still dizzy from how hard you just came, but then he returned... with your yukata cords. "Wai....what are you...? He grinned again and told you to "just trust him." He secured the cords under the table before using them to secure your wrists.

"Are they too tight?"

"I don't think so?" you questioned as you pulled against them. They weren't so tight that you'd lose feeling, but you definitely weren't going anywhere. "Oh. I forgot to take your undershirt off. I'll replace it," was all he growled before practically shredding it.

This side of Haku was a little unnerving, to say the least. You were used to flirty, occasionally a little dirty Haku, but the man in front of you hardly seemed like the same person. "I'm not done with you, your highness." He forcefully pushed your legs apart before burying his face in your core and sliding two fingers in, curling them against your g spot. You were still sensitive from the orgasm he had inflicted on you, but he was very clearly hell bent on driving you wild. Your back arched hard as he continued flicking and rolling his tongue over your clit. Between that and the way he fucked you with his fingers, you were already at the edge again.

You pulled and fought against your restraints, desperate to wrap your fingers in his hair to pull his face nearer so you could grind on it. As he brought you closer to climax, your cries became louder and more shrill. "Haku, I-I-I'm- ah" He made a sound between a hum and growl before he plunged you into another orgasm. The waves and pulses that exploded through your body rendered you a screaming, quivering mess. "Princess, you made quite a mess," he laughed with a smirk. You squirted. Everywhere. On him. His clothes. The table. Some even made it onto the floor.

You stared in shock at the mess that covered Haku and his clothing. That..... had never happened before. You had no idea what to make of it, other than the fact that he makes you cum so hard that... that happens. Haku wiped his face on a dry part of his sleeve and laid between your legs, kissing your face and neck. Though he was still clothed, you could feel him keenly. "I guess I should take this off. It's soaked." You hummed at him, eager to see what he looks like.

He was beautiful. Breathtaking. He was muscular, but not bulky. His skin was flawless, a deliciously creamy beige shade. And his cock- better than you could imagine. It was to the bigger side, and the idea of taking it both thrilled and unnerved you. It was slightly darker than the rest of his body, with a blushy rose tone on the head. You stared at him, admiring the stunning sight before you. You had imagined him undressed so many times while alone in your room, but your wildest imaginings had nothing on this.

"Do you like what you see?

You were slightly embarassed to be caught staring. ‘’Y- yes. You're gorgeous, Haku." For the first time in the entire time you've known each other, he was speechless. He had no flirty retort or deflection. He stood, momentarily stunned, before he joined you on the table again. He settled between your quaking thighs, rubbing your entrance with the tip of his cock. He pressed another long, deep, emotion filled kiss to your lips as he gently stroked your cheek.

"Are you ready?" he asked, whispering against your lips and looking deep into your eyes, his blown pupils almost completely hiding the warm gold tone that always made you smile. The feral hunger was still there, but it was now joined by something softer. Something sparkling and warm that you couldn't name, but you felt it it your chest.

"Y-yes. Slowly?"

"Yes, my princess."

He pushed in, achingly slowly, while kissing you with very his soul. The stretch was painful as he opened your pussy, but you didn't want him to stop. The way he filled you was delicious. The waves that you were still quaking from were given new life as he eased himself in. You murmured a small cry of pleasure when he was fully inside. He paused, giving you both time to enjoy the high of the first time, and to give you time to adjust. "Yn, are you ok?" You whispered yes softly into his neck before wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Princess, I don't know how long I'm going to last. The way you feel.... it's so much. You're so wet, and warm.... so tight," he was gasping and moaning. He was struggling to hold back. He didn't want this to end so quickly. He had been thinking about you... this... every night since you first met on that train, back when you were just a cute girl in a bad spot who stirred something he couldn't explain.

He was able to pull himself back, and began slowly working in and out of you. Though it was a little painful, he felt amazing. The way your bodies fit together was like two puzzle pieces- made for each other. With each thrust, you felt surges of heat and tension boiling from your cunt through the rest of your body. There was a dam of pleasure building in your core that threatened to break you at any moment. Your moans became briefer, sharper, and higher pitched as the weight behind the dam became unbearable.

You gasped and cried his name as he started thrusting harder and faster. He knew you were on the brink, and he was on it with you. "Yn, I can't hold back! I'm-" his hips shuddered as he sunk his cock as far as he could, emptying into you. The throbbing of his orgasm was all it took to send you crashing into another squirting climax. He kept fucking you through yours, despite being thoroughly drained himself. He laid his head on your heaving chest, both of you basking in the afterglow of being fully fucked out.

He slowly tilted his head toward the window and mumbled that it's going to be time for the lanterns soon. He pried his sex soaked body from yours, kissing every inch as he passed. He partially untied your restraints- he left the knots on your wrists in place, but untied the cords from the table. "Here, let's get you up." He took your hands and guided you to the window, where the lanterns were lazily drifting across the water. "It's beautiful," you said softly, leaning into him as he slipped his arms around your waist. "Thank you for bringing me here."

As the two of you stood watching the slow glide of the lanterns, you could feel him beginning to get hard again. You rocked your hips side to side, teasing and rubbing his stiffening cock. “You’re going to be in trouble if you keep doing that,” he chided softly with a slight bite to your earlobe. You giggled thinking he was kidding as usual, so you leaned into him harder and started grinding on him with increased vigor.

“I warned you.”

He walked you closer to the window, and came around to your front. He picked up the cords that you had all but forgotten about and tied them around a post near the window, pulling you to it until you were hugging it. Their lazy free float of the lanterns felt as though they were mocking your predicament. With his usual spark in his eyes, along with the hunger you had seen earlier, he walked back behind you and pressed his hips to yours. He ground his rock hard cock against you, before slipping it down to kiss your entrance. He snaked one hand to reach between your folds, caressing that same soft spot he had been adoring and torturing all night. The other hand gripped your hip as though holding on for dear life.

He shifted slightly, allowing him to slip his tip in and out of your dripping wet pussy. He had no intention of giving it to you yet- he had to teach you for not listening when he told you that you’d be in trouble. You whined at his refusal to sink his entire length into you. Each time you tried to push yourself onto him, he would pull back slightly, never allowing you to have more than he wanted to give you in that moment.

"Patience, your highness," he crooned, a playful lilt dancing in his voice. You whined softly as he tickled your soft spot with his middle finger. The way he was taunting you was making you frustrated, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying it. The flitting touches he was visiting on your clit were igniting sparks within your belly and making your walls clench wishfully over the head of his cock. He gripped your hip harder to prevent you from being able to push onto him further while he dipped a little further into your dripping heat.

He chuckled at your sharp gasp, and began thrusting faster while still not bottoming out. He was enjoying making you shudder and moan, but the way he was thrusting focused the same sensation on the most sensitive part of his cock. He knew he would be able to hold back much longer now, having cum recently, so he wanted to play and tease more than he could the first time. Of course, he recovered so quickly that it really didn't matter, but he had you alone tonight, and he intended on making the most of every second.

You were about to lose your mind. He was holding back on giving you what you desperately wanted, and you knew he was savoring it. He was mostly quiet, save for panting and groans, but you were getting louder all the time. He hummed and your cries and moans, but chuckled at your pleas for more. Your juices were rolling down your legs you were so aroused. With only a soft huff at a particularly frantic plea, he plunged into you. You shrieked in surprise and pleasure. Your walls gripped him tightly and pulsed around him, drawing a deep moan from him.

He snapped his hips, thrusting sharply and deeply inside you. Each thrust shot showers of sparks and stars within you and stoked the wildfire blazing in your core. You were burning from the inside from the way he fucked you. He was threatening to turn you into a volcano, and you cried for it. One thought broke through the heat haze and sparks- you wanted to hold him- to fully wrap around him for this explosion. Through moans and attempts that mostly ended in gibberish, you managed to ask him to untie you. He huffed softly before slowly, agonizingly, pulling out.

Haku untied you from the post, but still didn't fully untie you. Instead, he tied your wrists together. You looked at him, confused, and asked why.

"You can still put your arms around me," he teased. He pushed your back against the post he had just freed you from and pulled your legs up around his waist. He thrust back into you, bottoming out with a deep groan. You could feel his heart beating against your own as he pumped. The explosion that had been building was approaching critical mass. Your breath hitched, and then you screamed.

You came with the force of a meteor crashing into earth. Every part of you shook and quivered violently. Shockwaves ripped from within your core, sending showers of sparks and crackling lightening through every inch of your person. The heat within you boiled over, bubbling thickly in your belly. Your fingers and toes buzzed as your thighs spasmed and your arms jolted. Your mind was completely empty of anything other than the two of you, and what he was doing to you. You crashed your lips against his and sobbed with the force of it. Haku moaned against your kiss, fucking you relentlessly and you exploded like a volcano.

You were so thoroughly blissed and fucked out that you couldn't see straight. Your cunt was still thobbing with waves echoing from each thrust. Thrusts growing harder and more intense. The tension building in Haku was becoming tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. "Your- highness- yn- I lo-" his words broke off as a growl ripped from him- the tension had snapped. He buried his cock in your pulsing cunt, pouring every drop into you.

He let his head drop to your shoulder, panting and shaking. You stayed like that as your heart rates calmed- your back pressed against the post by the man pressed against your front. He kissed your neck softly as he leaned against you. "Princess, you know... how much you mean to me?" This is moment of emotional vulnerability was very unlike him. You hummed with a slight question mark to encourage him to continue. "When we cure you... WHEN we cure you, let's make sure that we make time for each other. I want us to be.... more than just festivals and missions."

The softness in his voice made you tear up. The look that you couldn't name but felt... this was it. This quiet fondness that had bloomed into more over the course of the time you'd been at Darkwick. "I want that, too," you whispered softly, "Can we stay here tonight? I'm not ready to go back."

He hummed at you before gently putting your feet back on the ground with a delicate kiss on your forehead. "I don't know if we'll be very comfortable or sleep very much," he said with a tint of mischief, "But I'd like that."

[mmy-meow]

Hello! Love your writing and found you through your ShoRen fic. Was wondering if I could request a Shion x insecure reader pls!

Hope your having a great day/night (o^^o)

Hello! Glad you found me!

Shion x Insecure reader

CW: Shion leans into your insecurities

Smut, minors do not interact

You look at yourself in the full length mirror with a frown. When you’d told Jo you’d help advertise the Circus reopening you hadn’t thought there would be a costume involved, especially one that made you feel so insecure.

“It’s so tight, so small, so…”

“Disgusting.” You see Shion step up behind you in the mirror's reflection, voicing aloud the nagging thoughts in your head.

You gasp as he presses one of his playing cards against your neck. “Did Jo put you in this? I’ll have to break his fingers. Only your husband should see you in so little” His free hand caresses your bare midriff, gloved fingers trailing across exposed skin.

You look away, embarrassed by the sight of your tummy. Shion grabs your chin and forces you to look back at the mirror.

“Don’t want to look? Don’t want to see?” He asks in his lilting sing song voice.

“I don’t like the way I look.” You mumble.

Shion’s fingers dig harder into your chin. “If I force you to look, force you to watch, will you cry for me?”

“Shion, let go.” You plead.

He releases your chin, but twists your hands behind your back. “Let me show you what you hate.” He whispers in your ear. He gently taps your cleavage before he slides his card down the front of your blouse, slitting it open, making you gasp and wriggle against his hold.

The card disappears up his sleeve as he grabs your breast with a tight squeeze making you yelp in pain, but at the same time a shock of heat floods your core.

“Look at the vile way they jiggle and bounce.” He squeezes again making you whimper, from pain or pleasure you’re not sure which. Shion dips his fingers under the band of your skirt, tugging it down, baring your hip. “Do you hate showing your skin? Will you cry for me if I strip you down bit by bit? Slowly take you apart?” He carefully bares your other hip. Then slowly tugs the skirt down letting it drop and pool at your feet.

Tears of humiliation start to prick your eyes as your body responds with a pulsing need, Shion grins at you maliciously. “You’re almost pretty when you cry. What do you think? Shall I stuff you, sew you up and put you on the shelf with my nasty glass baubles? Then I can look at you as much as I want.”

“You…want to look at me?” You ask hesitantly.

Seeing his mistake, Shion ignores your question and pulls off the remnants of your shirt. He takes your hands and presses them against the wall to either side of the mirror. “You should hide away with me in my HeebieJeebie house, then no one will see you.”

You feel the bulge in Shion’s pants press up against your ass, you’re affecting him as much as he’s affecting you, you realize in shock.

“What do you think?” Shion folds himself over your body, chin resting on the small of your back. “Shall I take your filthy body? Do to you what husband and wife should do?” His card appears between his fingers and he slits the sides of your underwear letting them flutter to the floor.

Wide eyed you stare into the mirror’s reflection. Is he really going to do this? Should you stop him? Could you if you tried? Do you really want to?

“I’ll take pity on this ugly little thing.” Shion coos as he starts to undo his belt. “You’re my wife after all, I’ll love you when no one else can.”

He’s right isn’t he? Who else could love someone like you?

His cock clumsily shoves against your entrance trying to bully its way in. You have to reach between your legs to guide him. Pushing the head against the opening of your pussy so the next time he shoves forward he presses into you.

Shion shudders and gasps on entry, and you give a sharp mewling cry as he fills you. Then he’s moving, thrusting so hard, so fast so desperately. You see the look of ecstasy on his face in the mirror as he takes you from behind.

“Filthy, slimy, hot little hole.” Shion mutters and gasps as he uses your body to pleasure himself.

You press your hands against the wall for stability as you take Shion’s cock, feeling the pleasure of friction against your walls, the shock of his cock hitting your cervix as he thrusts in deep. You can see it in the mirror, see his cock entering you, see the way your hole stretches around him.

“Look at you shake, look at you tremble.” Shion coos. “Pathetic little thing.”

Pathetic, disgusting, filthy, you welcome Shion’s degrading words, because he’s making you feel good, and if you can make him feel good, you’ll feel less worthless. You squeeze down on his cock, you press your hips back to meet his as he slams into you, you cry his name.

Shion wraps a hand around your throat and starts to squeeze. You struggle for air as his fingers dig into your skin. His pace is increasing, he’s panting harder and faster. Your lungs are starting to burn, you slap your hands against the wall in protest but he squeezes tighter. Spots dance if your vision before he finally lets go with a strangled cry as he comes deep inside you. You moan and gasp as the euphoria of air entering your lungs pushes you to climax as Shion fills you.

He pulls out and sits down hard, pulling you down to the floor with him. Shion wraps his arms around you, buries his face in your neck and starts to rock you back and forth.

“Mine, mine, mine. My little broken doll.” He chants ominously in your ear.

[4kominato]

Savor the Moment

Continuation of "You're Blushing Already?"

Pairing: Kusanagi Haku x F!Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1720

I must be dreaming…

You felt your soul leave your body as soft, wet lips met yours and gently caressed them. From just a kiss, you were already feeling hot in anticipation of Haku’s next moves and how far he was planning to take things. As his hands inched slowly up your thighs, your breath hitched in your throat and he took the opportunity to hastily slip his tongue into your mouth.

The tingling in your stomach was intensifying by the second as the pads of his fingers crept dangerously close to your aching core. Just as you thought he was headed toward your sweet spot, his hands slid back down and reclaimed their previous spot on your inner thighs. You let a moan slip into his mouth as he gradually worked his way back up; even though he'd just started, the teasing was driving you crazy.

“Haku…” you whined breathily as you broke away from his lips.

“Yeah?” He answered deeply.

Now you were breathing heavily, frustrated by the absence of stimulation where you craved it most, but you couldn't just… say that. You had no idea what Haku was planning and this was your first time even being physical with him. It’d be crazy for you to just jump the gun… right?

“N-nothing…” you stuttered, sucking your lower lip between your teeth as he continued groping your thighs. 

“You sure?” Haku asked, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

Nodding your head at him, he chuckled and retracted his hands from your legs before proceeding to respond, “Alright. I guess I should head back then, huh? It’s getting late.” His intense gaze didn’t falter as he cocked his head and lifted an eyebrow at you, awaiting your reply… but nothing came out. He snickered under his breath as he held his squatting position in front of you, slinging his forearms over his knees. “What is it?”

You knew he was teasing you, he had to be. There’s no way he didn't know what you wanted. He just wanted to hear you say it aloud… but that was the very reason you couldn't dislodge the words from the back of your throat.

“Um…” you started nervously, your voice barely above a whisper whilst your eyes rapidly darted away from him. “Y-you… can stay…” was all you managed to say.

“Stay as in… stay the night?”

“Perhaps…”

“Oh, really? Whatcha got planned, hm?”

Of course he was gonna continue with his taunting. What did you even expect? But having to verbally tell him you wanted him while he stared at you like a hawk was just way too nerve-wracking. So you decided to throw him a curveball and answer him with your actions instead. Swiftly you snatched the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards you, your lips meeting his as you loosened your grip to wrap your arms around his neck.

He reciprocated immediately, driving his hips between your legs as he pinned you down to your bed. Guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist, you were met with the feeling of a firm bulge pressing against your drenched core. He moaned as you thrust your hips up into him, using the friction between the two of you to pleasure yourself whilst your lips and tongues continued their dance.

As Haku took off his jacket, your hands made quick work of his dress shirt buttons, eager to see his bare body.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, princess. We have all night, don't we?” he interrupted, grabbing your wrists before you could rip the material off his shoulders. “Take your time,” he smirked, redirecting your hands to touch his toned abdomen as he carefully removed the garment himself, “Savor the moment.”

“It's hard to be patient when you’re in my bed, like this, y'know…” you mumbled sheepishly, momentarily breaking eye contact.

“You want me that bad?” Haku gloated with a devilish smirk as he cupped your breasts in his hands, “Must've been fantasizing about this even longer than I have, huh?”

Yet again, warmth spread across your cheeks and radiated to the rest of your face. He really had a knack for flustering you with his cunning remarks and suggestive accusations; it felt as though he was reading your mind like a book, and it made you wonder if maybe he really was reading your mind?

“Not gonna deny it?” He questioned as he leaned in to kiss your neck, tugging your uniform collar to the side just enough to trail his lips down to your collarbone. “Why don't you show me then,” he whispered in a deep, sultry voice against your skin, “What we do in your fantasies.”

His invitation lit a fire in you, dissipating whatever self-control and composure you had left… which honestly wasn’t really that much to begin with. Hastily, your hands reached for your now drenched panties, and yanked them down your hips, letting your legs do the rest of the work to kick them off. Next, you reached for Haku’s belt, and as you started to undo the buckle, you swore you could feel Haku’s aura shift from his normal, cheeky self, to one of a predatory ghoul. It was… kinda hot. Your thighs subconsciously squeezed together with desire as you proceeded to undo his slacks and pull down his briefs, revealing his fully erect manhood. He grunted as you gave him a few pumps and guided him down to your entrance, the tip of his cock grazing over your slick folds.

“Haku,” you whined desperately, “Put it in…”

Instead of complying, he took your hand into his own, forcing you to release your grip as he placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“You’re funny,” he teased with an eyebrow raised, “No fantasies of foreplay? Hm?”

Without warning, he slid two fingers into you making you gasp and throw your head back in both shock and pleasure. His fingertips curled up in just the right spot as he started pumping his slender digits, his gradually increasing speed making your back arch and toes curl.

“F-fu-uck, Ha- ku–!” you barely made out, his skilled fingers making it difficult to even breathe. “I-I’m– ah!”

“Come for me,” he nearly growled as he spoke, the subtle shift in his speed and intensity immediately pushing you over the edge.

“Haku–!” you cried out at the explosive euphoric sensation radiating from your core that made your thighs twitch and toes curl. Thrusting against his fingers as you rode out your high, a few more intense waves rushed through your body before you slumped into your sheets, gasping for breath.

“Well that was sexier than I ever imagined,” Haku muttered under his breath as he withdrew his fingers, strings of your essence dripping all over the sheets and your thighs whilst he brought his fingers up to his mouth.

Sitting up, you're met with the sight of the mess you'd made, making you slap your hands over your mouth in shame. “Holy fuck…” you mumbled in disbelief.

“What is it?” Haku asked worriedly, furrowing his eyebrows, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm okay… I just… I didn't know I was even capable of… well… this…” you admitted sheepishly. “It’s kinda embarrassing…”

His face softened immediately hearing your response followed by a soft chuckle. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he reassured as he gently grasped one of your hands away from your mouth and guided it down his body, “What's embarrassing is how fast I'm about to come…”

His cute little confession gave you the burst of confidence you needed to take the reins and finish the job. “It'll be exactly like in my fantasies then,” you smirked as you climbed onto his lap, guiding his angry cock into your slick, fleshy cavern with zero hesitation.

“Fuck–!” Haku grunted, his hands swiftly finding your hips to hold you in place while he adjusted to the amazing feeling of your warm walls enveloping him. You could feel him throbbing inside you, ready to bust at any moment while his cute, scrunched up face concentrated on not busting quite yet… But unfortunately for him, you had other plans.

“Wait–” he pleaded as you started to roll your hips against him, his grip on you tightening in an attempt to make you stop moving.

“Wait for what?” You teased, placing your hands on his shoulders for leverage to break out of his hold. As soon as you did, you lifted yourself up just enough to slam your hips down against him and start bouncing on his glorious manhood that was reaching deeper depths in your core than his fingers could.

“Shit– I'm gonna come–!” Haku moaned through clenched teeth, only for his mouth to fall agape moments after as his body tensed and his essence spilled out into your womb.

“Mm, Haku,” you hummed in delight as his warmth filled your insides sending a blissful chill down your spine, “You're so hot…”

“Dammit…” Haku grumbled as he guided you off of him, the remains of the wet, sticky substance oozing out of your lower lips and all over his slowly softening cock, “I wasn't supposed to do that…”

“Do what?” You questioned, confused by his sudden change in demeanor.

“Come inside of you… I told myself if things ever escalated like this that I wouldn't let that happen…”

“Why? What’s the issue?”

“Ghouls aren’t like Twilight, y’know… We’re like… Even more fertile than normal humans…”

Your jaw dropped and stomach sank at his words. He really allowed all that to happen knowing you could get pregnant from it?! You barely had a moment to process it when suddenly Haku burst out laughing, making your eyes widen at him in bewilderment.

“I’m just kidding!” He barely made out between laughs, “You should've seen the look on your face.”

“Haku!” You half yelled, half laughed as you playfully shoved him away from you. “You actually scared me! Why are you such a fucking troll?!”

“Because your reactions are too cute,” he answered whilst still laughing. “Sorry for scaring you, but ghouls are infertile, okay? I won't pull that one on you ever again.”

“I’ll get you back for that…” you protested, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh yeah?” He challenged back with a wink, “I'm looking forward to it then, babygirl.”

[mmy-meow]

Part two to towa stuck in a wall/edging

Part 1 Here

Struggled a little bit with making it different enough from part 1 hopefully it’s not to repetitive

You x Towa smut

Minors do not interact

“I’m not done playing yet.” Towa’s words rang in your ears. Your knees and palms were scraped from taking it on all fours, your hips and belly bruised and sore from impacting the wall you were stuck in.

Towa fucked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, his pace unrelenting, the intensity of the pleasure was excruciating. You panted, drooled, and squirmed, still stuck fast in the wall.

“Dandelion!” Towa gave a plaintive wail as his cum streamed inside you, his hips finally stilling.

Your arms and legs trembled but you couldn’t collapse, held up by the wall. You give a shaky sigh of relief as you bask in your tingling afterglow.

Towa grabbed your hips.

“Towa…” you said warningly.

He hummed, running a thumb over your slit catching his cum dripping out of it, then prodded his fingers a little deeper in.

“Towa don’t!” You gasped.

Towa’s fingers delved into your overstimulated pussy, thrusting and curling as you wriggled and squealed. He kept your legs pinned between his knees to keep you from kicking backward.

“Towa, Towa it’s too much!” You sobbed, sweat beaded on your forehead and tears streamed down your cheeks as his fingers refused to relent.

“Then what about here?” Towa’s lips pressed kisses along your ass until his face nestled against your crack. “Has Dandelion been touched here?” His tongue quested forward and began lapping at your pucker, a sweet tingling sensation alongside the brutal overstimulating feeling in your pussy.

“Your fingers Towa, your fingers!” You gasp and squirm.

With a petulant whine Towa withdrew his slick fingers from your hole using them to caress your clit instead.

Towa ran the flat of his tongue over your asshole, lapping several times as he stroked your clit in a quick rhythm. Then his tongue forced its way past your tight ring, sliding it inside you. You groaned as he fucked your ass with his tongue, stroking and caressing your insides while stretching your rim.

“Towa you promised! You promised you’d let me out!” You sob as he slid his fingers into your pussy again.

You thought you didn’t want more, couldn’t take any more, but Towa coaxed the pleasure out of you, ratcheting up the tension inside you with his fingers and his tongue. Your asshole, clit and pussy all getting worked together. Exquisitely painful pleasure built in you until you were right on the edge. So close, so close to that explosion of pleasure…Towa stopped.

“Towa!” You screamed in frustration.

“I thought Dandelion wanted me to stop?” Towa said innocently. “She said it was too much.”

“You’re not being fair!” You whined.

“Dandelion’s not fair either. If I let you out you’ll run away.” Towa pouted.

“Towa, I’m not running away from you I promise.” You pleaded.

“If I take you out will you do what I want?” Towa’s voice was low as he trailed his fingers along your thighs.

“Anything you want.” You promised. What more could he possibly do at this point?

“One more. One more and I’ll let you out.” Towa’s mouth was on your asshole again, sucking and licking as he dug three fingers deep in your pussy, his other hand stroking your clit. You moaned and screamed. Your rim tingled with the pressure and release of his tongue, pleasure in your clit built steadily with each swirl against it, his fingers inside you pumped and curled and pressed and oh god.

“Towa, Towa, Towa!” You chanted his name, praying he won’t stop this time. Pleasure blends from all three erogenous zones building together, and then you screamed, your throat is going hoarse and you didn’t care. Pleasure pulsated through you, and you lost all coherent thought as your body tensed then went limp.

Towa lifted your hips, with a slight twist and a tug both of you fell tumbling backward as you popped free of the hole.

“Owww.” You groaned, you’re scraped and bruised, your entire body ached, the sudden bright sunlight made your eyes squint after being in the darkness for so long. Towa leaned over you, face serious as he climbed on top of you.

“I saved Dandelion so you’re mine now.” He cupped your tear stained cheek and licked his lips, a look of absolute glee on his face. “All mine.”

[mmy-meow]

hi if requests are closed you can shelf this for whenever! just wanna get it out before i forget.

i was wondering if you could do something like the 'pent up jiro' one (big fan), but with haku? maybe revolving around how he likes to show up and scare MC randomly while wandering the campus. (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

You x Haku

Smut, minors do not interact

Haku had never minded before how busy the school kept him. All the solo missions, extra work and responsibilities, taking on some of Subaru’s duties. If anything being that busy kept his mind occupied from everything that had happened last year. But then you’d come along and now he resented every second he couldn’t spend with you. If he wasn’t on a mission you were on a mission, or running insane errands for every ghoul on campus as if they should have any authority over what you do. But you put up with it to keep the peace so Haku bit his tongue and bided his time for the stars to align when you both had a free moment together.

He looked down at his paperwork, tried to read, but his thoughts flitted to how you’d first let him fuck between your thighs. How good you’d looked bent over, your plush, shapely ass in the air, with your skirt pressed up over your hips. The way you’d moaned when he rubbed your clit.

“Haku?” Subaru poked his head into the room.

“Yes?” Haku made sure the table was hiding his boner as he looked up as his captain knelt in the doorway.

“I hate to ask this, but can you run these to the main building for me?” He held out a stack of papers.

“Sure thing, just set them on the table there, I can head out in a minute.” He dared not stand up right now, there would be no hiding how hard he was.

“You’re sure you have time?” Subaru hovered nervously.

“I’m sure, I have to take these back once I finish them too. So I can take them all together.”

“Thank you Haku, you're a lifesaver.” Subaru bowed before shuffling out.

Haku sighed, staring at the stacks of papers. Maybe the walk would do him good. Once the erection went down anyway.

***

Haku closed the door to the teachers lounge having dropped all the paperwork off with Professor Moby. The whole way here you’d been on his mind. He saw a bench and pictured fingering you under your skirt while you sat together. He’d fuck you against that tree, behind that building, bent over one of the desks in the teachers lounge.

And then there you were. Walking down the hallway, your back to him. He took a second to admire your ass before creeping up behind you.

“Boo!” He clapped his hands down on your shoulders.

You jumped, there was a hissed intake of breath, a little shriek, and it was so reminiscent of the noise you made when he entered you that he was starting to get hard again.

You whirled around. “Don’t scare me like that!” you scolded before standing on tip toe to kiss his cheek. “Long time no see.” You smiled.

Haku backed you against the wall, pressing his hand near your face and leaning in close.

“What are you doing right now?” He whispered into your ear. You look down and notice the tent in his pants and your cheeks flush an adorable pink.

“I’m supposed to go to Frostheim next…but…”

You bite your lip glancing down again. “Jin’s always mad about something he can be mad about me being late, it won’t kill him.”

“Whatever he needs, Tohma can handle it.” Haku grabbed your hand, dragging you off to the nearest closet. He glanced back and forth down the hall before pulling you inside and locking the door.

His hands were all over you, squeezing your hip, groping your ass, pawing your chest. You groped his bulge as your other hand worked up under his shirt to caress his stomach.

“Fuck I’ve missed you.” Haku panted, grinding into your hand as his own hand traveled up your skirt tugging your panties down.

“Missed you too.” You whisper back undoing his pants and freeing his cock.

“Bend forward.” Haku demanded.

You obeyed, Haku mounted you from behind, grabbing your arms and pulling himself into you. The triceratops position was a go to for you both for quickie sex. Haku liked seeing you take it from behind and you loved how he jerked your body backwards onto his cock.

“I was just daydreaming about how fine your ass is Princess, how sweet of you to show it off for me like this.” Haku cooed.

You panted quietly, doing your best to be silent, but unable to cover your mouth as he gripped your wrists.

Haku bit down on his lip as he watched his cock penetrate you over and over, watched your ass jiggle and bounce as he pounded into you. Fuck he got a good view.

“Haku!” You squeaked, oh, you were close.

He closed his eyes and focused on the warm wet sensation of your body hugging his cock.

The door knob rattled.

Haku couldn’t stop, it’s locked, it's fine, he was so close.

“Puzzling, I don’t remember locking this one.” Elias says lightly on the other side of the door.

Haku keeps fucking you, he’d waited to long for this, he’s not about to ruin his orgasm now. Haku pins you tight against his body as he shudders and comes into you.

“I’ll have to go find the key.” Soft footsteps walk away from the door.

Haku pulled out with a relieved gasp. “Did you come?” He asked hesitantly.

You shook your head. “I panicked.” You look embarrassed.

Haku immediately got on his knees, head up your skirt, hoisting one of your thighs up over his shoulder for better access as he kissed your sopping wet pussy.

“Haku!” You hiss. “He’s going to come back!”

“Better come quick then princess.” Haku teased before wrapping his lips around your clit and starting to suck.

[mmy-meow]

Any ghoul/s you want reactions to being told that they can cum wherever they want 😵‍💫

Smut!

Minors do not interact!

Kaito

Kaito stares at you in wide eyed adoration as your hand pumps his leaking cock.

“Fuck you’re beautiful, so beautiful.” He pants “Shit, tissue, I need a tissue!” He looks around wildly.

“Don’t worry, you can cum wherever you want to.” You coo looking up at him from down on your knees.

His already flushed face goes a bright tomato red, he shudders in your hand at your words and instantly cums across the front of your shirt.

“Shit, sorry! I’m sorry!” He panics.

“What did I just say?” You smile up at him, pulling him down for a kiss.

Leo

You run your tongue up the shaft of Leo’s cock, flicking it playfully across the velvety head.

Leo’s grip in your hair tightens.

“Stop fucking around and get back to sucking.” He grates out.

“So impatient.” You tease as you kiss his wet tip. “When you’re ready, you can come wherever you want.”

His eyes widen, then he recovers himself. “I was already planning to do whatever I wanted to you, you little slut.”

He grits his teeth to stifle a moan as you take him fully into your throat, head bobbing, licking and sucking.

He starts to shake, jerking your mouth off of his cock he holds you by the hair as he sprays his cum across your face.

He gives you a self satisfied smile as you look up at him with cum dripping down your cheeks.

Ren

You’re moaning on all fours in Ren’s bed. Ever terrified of intimacy, Ren prefers to fuck you from behind rather than look you in the eye. He’s slamming into you so good, you’re close so close! “Ren!” You scream his name as you cum “Fuck baby, cum for me, cum wherever you want to Ren!”

He pulls out and you feel his cum spray across your back.

You collapse onto his sheets and smugly look back over your shoulder at him. He looks horrified.

“Tissues, tissues, shit!” He starts cleaning up your back. “You threw me off saying weird shit like that all of a sudden!” He complains, blushing as he self consciously cleans his cum from your body.

Ritsu

Ritsu moves on top of you, moaning your name as you wrap your legs around his waist. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he buries his face in your neck.

“Ritsu.” You whisper his name in his ear over and over as he thrusts into you. “Ritsu baby, you can cum anywhere you want to.”

“I appreciate the sentiment darling.” He chuckles, nuzzling your collar bone. “But until we are properly married and ready for children the condom is the appropriate receptacle.”

“Fuck I want you to cum inside me.” You whine.

Your words push him over the edge, pressing his forehead against yours he moans your name as he fills the condom inside you.

Haku

“Haku! Haku! Yes! Fuck!” You bounce yourself up and down on Haku’s cock as he makes out with your neck. “Fuck Haku! Want you to cum! You can cum wherever you want! Whoa!”

Haku grabs you and rolls you over onto your back.

“Dangerous words Princess.” Haku pants as he rails into you. “I want to fucking bathe you in it. We’ll just have to keep doing it until I’ve covered every part of you.”

Rui

You sit at the head of Rui’s bed, he sits across from you at the foot. Both of you naked, unable to touch, just watching each other masturbate.

“Fuck, I’m so close gorgeous.” Rui grips his dick, pumping faster.

“Rui cum on me. I want you to cum anywhere you want.”

“I want to lube up that pretty little clit of yours.” Rui gasps, staring at the way your fingers circle and rub the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Do it.” You spread your legs wide as he scoots a little closer.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna…ohhhh” Rui moans as his cum shot spurts between your legs.

“Rui!” You cry his name as you rub his cum into your clit, reveling in the lewd wet noises as you pleasure yourself with his spend.

[mmy-meow]

A long time ago you made a yandere haku fic and I was wondering if you make part two of it

Thank you

So sorry this took so long!

Here is part 2 of Time to wake up Princess

Part 1

You snapped awake, your wrists tugged against his hold, you screamed against his hand on your mouth.

“Shh shh shh.” Haku made soothing noises as you squirmed and fought his hold on you. “It’s ok, it’s just me Princess.”

He gently removed his hand from your mouth.

“Haku?” You said shakily. “What are you doing?”

“Not holding back anymore.” Haku kissed along the hollow of your throat as you gulped. “I love you. I love you so much it’s all bursting out of me and I can’t stop it. Please don’t make me stop.”

“Haku…” you started hesitantly, but then his mouth was on yours stealing your words as his tongue invaded your mouth.

Releasing your wrists his hands started to roam your body, stroking your cheek, brushing against your shoulders, pawing your breasts.

He broke the kiss and stared into your face. “Youre shaking. You’re afraid of me right now aren’t you?” His voice was tinged with disappointment when you wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Please don’t be…I love you. Everything I do is out of love for you. You love me too, I heard it.”

He pressed his knee between your thighs, feeling the slickness from your orgasm, where you’d just recently cum screaming his name.

“I want to hear you say my name again.” Haku breathed. “Tell me it’s ok.” He gripped your chin, making you meet his gaze. “Tell me how much you want me.”

“I…I like you Haku, this is just very sudden…”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been holding back.” He adjusted himself between your thighs pressing the head of his cock against your wet pussy.

“Please.” He pleaded with you. “Let me worship your body. You’re curious I know you are, after hearing you sing my name so sweetly. You want to know what I feel like for real. Let me in lover. I won’t hurt you, and I can promise I’ll do better than your fingers.”

You bit your lip and tremulously nodded your head. That’s all the encouragement Haku needed, he thrust himself inside you, finally, finally! He traced your body with open mouthed kisses and licks as he made love to you, slow and deep. Tentatively your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you nestled your face in the crook of his neck. You gasped and sighed and moaned as he pleasured you. Your fingers dug into his back, clawing at him as his thrusts worked deeper.

“Good girl, beautiful precious girl, you’re taking me so well, making me feel so good.” Haku whispered against your skin.

“Haku.” You gasped his name as you clung to him. “Haku!”

You were his, it was everything he’d wanted, and he wasn’t letting go.

***

You knew it had been a red flag, you knew you should have been more concerned, more afraid. The way Haku had appeared in your room last night. But you’d been crushing on him so hard, wanting him so badly, that you’d overlooked it. You’d let him take you, spent a passionate night together where Haku showered you with whispers of love and devotion.

You’d made love, then fucked, slept in each others arms then on waking fucked again.

The space between your legs ached pleasantly as you walked to class hand in hand with Haku.

You hadn’t talked yet. You really needed to talk about this.

You both stopped in front of your classroom door. You opened your mouth to say goodbye but before you could say anything Haku stole a kiss, lightly, chastely brushing your lips.

There were a couple wolf whistles and oooo’s from some of the students who saw the kiss and your cheeks grew bright red.

“See you for lunch Princess?”

“I ah, after class! I’ll see you after class. I have lunch plans, but I definitely want to see you today, we need to talk.”

Something dark flitted across his gaze. “What lunch plans are more important than me? Cancel.”

You looked at him startled, but then he broke into a grin. “Just kidding! After class is fine!” He squeezed your hands and then gave you a wave before disappearing down the hall.

Whispers followed you as you made your way to your desk where Kaito looked devastated and Luca looked disapproving of the pda. You’d have some explaining to do.

***

Haku had thought that having you would satiate his raging jealousy. He was wrong.

He had finally tasted you, held you, melted into you. You belonged to him. It made the fact that you still needed other people around you all the more infuriating.

The look on the chaos combos faces when he kissed you outside your classroom had been satisfying. Would you tell them just how far you’d gone? Probably not. He’d have to find a way to make sure they knew. He reached in his pocket to clutch the panties he’d stolen off your bedroom floor this morning.

You had a lunch date.

He tried and failed not to be jealous.

He wanted all of your time.

Was it the chaos combo again? Subaru and Lyca? Another ghoul maybe?

You’d tell them you were his now right? Make sure they didn't have any higher expectations of you?

Haku made his way back to his room. He wouldn’t be able to focus on class. Not after everything that happened last night, this morning, he was still drunk on your touch.

Rifling under his mattress he pulled out the stash of photos of you. Most were just candid shots of you around campus, some were up skirt shots, a few were of you in the changing room before anomalous combat class.

What would you say if you found out he had these photos?

He laid out a few of the more compromising images, he pulled your underwear from his pocket and undid his pants.

You’d forgive him if you found them right? Because you loved him,

He lovingly caressed a photo of you as he began to stroke his cock with your panties.

His. You were all his. He thought back to last night, the way you’d whimpered beneath him.

He pumped harder.

You’d screamed his name.

He moaned yours as he squeezed and palmed his cock.

He remembered fucking you again this morning. You’d been so willing, so excited to let him take you again.

With a groan he came, spraying across his photos of you.

He would miss them.

You would definitely forgive him for having them, but would you forgive someone else? Someone you weren’t in love with?

He just needed to find a way to slip them into Kaito’s things. Do it in a way you were sure to find them.

***

You’d been on cloud nine all day. Haku had brushed past you between classes several times today, offering a smile, a touch, a little flirting.

“Have a good lunch!” He waved goodbye as he disappeared down the hall.

You giddily bounced on your toes as you waved back.

“Alright let’s get to the cafeteria before it fills up!” You say cheerily.

Luca starts to lead the way, Kaito following glumly behind. You noticed something tip out of Kaito’s blazer pocket and scatter across the floor.

“Kaito you dropped something!” You called after him, you knelt down to pick them up and you froze. Your brain couldn’t comprehend what you were seeing at first. Your heart hammered in your chest, your stomach dropped.

“Kaito what is this?” Your voice was hoarse and shaky.

“Huh?” Kaito turned to look at you, then looked at the floor, then what he was looking at really registered, an expression of horror spreading across his face as he shrieked. “What is that???”

“That’s what I’m asking you!” You snapped .

People were starting to stare, you scrambled to scoop up the pictures hoping no one else saw what was on them.

“What’s going on?” Lucas looked back and forth at the two of you in concern.

“That wasn’t me! Those aren’t mine!” Kaito protested.

You shoved the offending photos into your pocket. “I can’t talk to you right now.” You blurted out. You spun on your heel and fled the hallway, the stares and whispers of the students around you making the pounding of your heart intensify. You don’t stop running until you’re outside. Shaking and panting you collapsed on a secluded bench with a little sob.

You glanced through the photos again and you felt sick and betrayed. How had he gotten pictures of you undressed in the changing room? Some of the photos were sticky and it made your stomach churn, as silent tears streamed down your cheeks.

Had this really been Kaito? Could he really do something like this to you?

“Hey! I thought you had plans? You say that to avoid me?” Haku’s voice was teasing as he approached, then he saw your face and froze.

Looking serious he knelt down in front of you placing his hands on your knees.

“Princess what’s wrong?” He asked softly.

“Haku…” his name came out as a strangled sob.

He reached up to wipe a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “Tell me what’s wrong?” His touch and his voice were so gentle.

“Haku…how well do you know Kaito?” You sniffled.

“I…was in Frostheim with him when he was a first year.” Haku said carefully not looking you in the eye.

“And?” You prompted.

“I don’t want to speak ill of your friend.” He said uncomfortably.

Your heart squeezed in your chest. “Please, I need to know it’s important.”

Haku’s face darkened. “Did he do something to you?”

“Is there good reason for you to think that he would?” Part of you wanted to cling to the idea that this was all a misunderstanding. Kaito had been so kind to you since you’d gotten here, you didn’t want that to be a lie.

“Let’s just say…there’s a reason so many girls ghost him on wickchat. I don’t have anything solid, so I didn't want to say anything with no proof since you’re both so close. But he’s made a lot of girls uncomfortable. A lot of the Frostheim girls would warn each other to watch out for him.”

“I think he was taking pictures of me.” You said numbly.

Haku’s face hardened. “What kind of pictures?”

You looked away and didn't answer.

“I’m so sorry Princess.” Haku squeezed your knees comfortingly. After a short silence he cupped your face in his hands. “Let’s skip class today. You don’t need that stress right now, I doubt you’d be able to concentrate. What do you need from me right now? Food? A hug? A nap? A listening ear?”

“I want to be where no one can see me right now.” You say tiredly, wiping tears from your cheeks. “I just feel so exposed. I feel dirty.”

Haku stood up holding out his hands to pull you to your feet. “You’re not dirty.” He said reassuringly. “Whatever he did, that’s not a reflection on you.”

You buried your face in Haku’s chest, feeling his steady heartbeat against your ear.

“Want me to take you back to your dorm?” Haku asked quietly.

You shook your head. “Lucas and Kaito will look for me there if they want to talk this out. I’m not ready to speak to him yet.”

“Shall I take you back to Hotarubi then?”

After a moment's pause you nod, taking Haku’s hand, letting him lead you away.

***

Haku watched you lying in his bed. You had cried yourself to sleep. This had been almost too easy. He felt a little guilt for the pain it had caused you, but in the long run it was for your own good. He would peel away the ghouls that clung onto you until there was no one left but him.

He climbed into bed beside you wrapping his arms around you.

“Haku.” You stirred.

“Sorry did I wake you?” He whispered.

“Why were you in my room last night?” You murmured , eyes still closed.

A spike of terror stabbed through him, he’d hoped the shock of Kaito’s betrayal would drive any misgivings you’d had from your mind.

“Because I love you.” He answered.

“Does it make me terrible that I’m angry with Kaito but not you?”

Cold terror gripped him, you said you weren’t angry but he’d have to tread carefully here. “I can’t be the one to tell you how to feel.” He said slowly, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Tell me the truth.” You pulled his arm more tightly around your waist. “Please.”

“I went to the chapel to confess to you last night. We’d had a moment during our mission together, at that shop, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. So I wanted to tell you how I felt. I should have messaged you first, told you I was coming over, but I didn’t. I let myself in, and outside your door, I…I heard you saying my name. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” You whispered.

Relief flooded through Haku. His eagerness last night hadn’t ruined everything.

You rolled over to face Haku, locking your arms around his neck. “Thank you for being there for me today.”

“Always Princess, I will always be here for you.” He said fervently.

Your hand traveled tentatively below his belt, palming his cock. “Can we…again? I…I don’t want to think anymore.”

Haku pressed you onto your back, body crushed against yours, his dick filling out with excitement.

“Anything you want Princess.”

[pinkaditty]

To Be A Princess (Haku Kusanagi x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)

*does the 'you know i had 2 do it 2 'em' pose* well.

this is a DUAL ENDING fic.

a/n: no excuses, no reasons, no explanation. this dawned on me in the morning and was finished by the evening. i had the idea of doing two endings on a whim (bc there was originally only going 2 be a good ending), so enjoy the angsty ending and the much nicer, satisfying one.

ok goodnight. im tired. i 4got 2 post this when i finished it and i jus woke up from a surprise nap i didnt even know i fell asleep

summary: haku falls. it's harder than he wanted.

cw: angst for the bad ending, some implied sexual encounters in the good ending. reader is described 2 have princess-like qualities. minors dni. oh yea and not proofread my bad. if there's typos ill fix it when i wake up again.

The first time Haku had called you "princess", it was meant to ease your nerves.

He'd never meant it in a genuine way back then—it really was just to put a smile on your face and make you feel special.

He felt responsible for you upon meeting you more than he'd felt anything else. He'd been the one to save you from a rather unpleasant fate via Taiga. He'd been the one who discovered mesmer matches were ineffective on you. He'd been the one who formally introduced you to the world of anomalies, of ghouls, of demons, of vampires, of werewolves—of all sorts of things previously set in your mind as myth or legend. He's the one who took your hand and led you across a pocket of space to the Darkwick train, watching your eyes reflect the stars as your expression morphed from hesitance and fear to wonder and astonishment, gripping his hand tighter once your feet left the ground. That was all him.

He wasn't unaware of how his presence had continued to put you at ease. He'd tried not to consider it a burden, but still, the responsibility weighed on him—so he made a point to appear when he could, if only to help you relax.

It wasn't just responsibility, though. Maybe some empathy was there, too. He had also once felt completely alienated in an environment with little hope of escape. He figured the chore of ensuring you stayed somewhere within the realms of mellow was his to carry. And he'd do that, of course. It was a job Darkwick had unknowingly assigned to him, but not one he wouldn't take. In his eyes, this may be one worth his time, even if it did feel tiring all the same.

Calling you that was just something that had come along with it. He'd seen the trope in movies and books, calling a girl "princess" when she's overly stuck up, reluctant to get her hands dirty, or displaying an unusual strength. It was fair to say the third one applied the most, but the more he knew you, the more the nickname seemed fitting. That was really the only reason why he didn't drop it at the time.

After a while, the responsibility and empathy morphed into something resembling fondness. He found himself becoming bolder as he grew closer to you, and you grew further away, openly flirting and calling you "princess" in a more flirtatious way. He found some relief when you were able to find comfort in ghouls that weren't him, and felt freer to express himself and treat you like a friend instead of some delicate girl that he was responsible for. Of course, he didn't mean the flirting then. It was more harmless, flirtatious lines meant to pry you open, get you to relax, or distract you from anything weighing on your mind. He was there as a friend, not much more. He didn't want to infringe on your life much further, partially because he didn't feel welcomed, and also because he just didn't feel like it. The discomfort of feeling like you were a burden had yet to fully fade, and he felt it would be unfair to you to get too close while feeling like that.

But keeping you at an arm's length, with some occasional flirting, and calling you a princess when you crossed paths? Perfect. It painted him as a reliable presence, but not someone with whom you could be too open—the perfect happy medium.

And then, the feeling resembling fondness turned into actual fondness, and Haku began to find himself at a loss.

You weren't always this funny, or this talkative, or this comforting a presence, but he wasn't complaining, and that set off alarm bells in his mind. You were opening up to him—which he can't say wasn't his original goal—but he didn't intend to reciprocate it so strongly. The nickname "princess" began to hold some truth and respect in it. It wasn't any less flirtatious, but now it carried a distinct undercurrent of something akin to trust, and a desire to strengthen the bond already present. He's not sure how he got here, and his lack of desire to put a stop to it should be terrifying, but he can't bring himself to put any urgency towards terminating or loosening your bonds. It's not like letting his walls down and making another genuine friend on campus would kill him, so he lets it go.

Of course, the flirting only gets bolder, but that's to be expected. He still doesn't mean it, but he does find himself watching your reactions more closely and choosing his words more carefully. He likes it best when the words actually fluster you instead of simply making you laugh.

The fondness grows, and with it, so does the feeling of doom Haku can't shake off. As much as he reassured you, and comforted you, and proclaimed that he would help in any way he could, he'd never actually promised that the curse would be cured. Rather, he'd ask how progress was, or say there's always next time, or say he hopes that success is on the way. He can't be sure if he should be grateful he never promised. Time is running out. He curses himself for allowing this to go as far as it has, because he can't back out. He's become irrevocably fond of someone due to die. The bonds he should've cut are simply too strong and too dear to sever. He should've maintained the distance to prevent himself from further heartache, but he can't pinpoint when he'd reached the point of no return and when the fondness was just something he felt in passing. It's to the point where he feels it all the time, even when you're not near.

The nickname "princess" becomes shaky. He's suddenly hyper aware of the thin film that separates the two of you, and how it becomes dangerously fragile with every word he exchanges with you. He wants to stop it there. To prevent it from getting any worse or going any further. He's thankful every time a mission doesn't require his presence or expertise, and breathes a sigh of relief every time you happen to pass by and not see him. The relief is temporary. The ache never fades.

And then, when worse comes to worst, his heart rate began to dramatically increase anytime he saw you.

"Princess" becomes stiff, a title rather than a nickname. In your sight, he says it robotically. It doesn't slip off his tongue the same way, and when your eyebrows crook in confusion, he is painfully aware of how he is no longer like himself. Yet, when you are out of earshot, and he can just barely smell the airy, light scent of flowers on the wind, his lips are compelled to whisper it in a way heavy-laden with reverence, adulation, devotion. Despite the weight it carries, the whisper is swept away without a second thought, like it doesn't exist, and Haku finds he prefers it this way.

The longer he stares, the more you fit the role. You walk with your head held high, your posture perfect poise, your eyes holding a gentle confidence. When had you become so brave, and why had it taken him so long to notice? Had he fooled himself into thinking you needed his company when you seemed to mesh just fine with the other ghouls, no longer displaying insecurity in the form of tight shoulders, wavering smiles, or furrowed brows? He had, clearly, if you could carry yourself so much like a princess now. It leaves him in awe, watching as you pass by, golden light haloing your figure, a sight holier than any shrine he had ever seen.

At a point, it didn't matter anymore. You were a princess to him. The nickname didn't even begin to cover the lengths he would go to for you, but he had to reel himself in. Regardless, you were something worth devotion, and he was willing to offer that.

Good Ending:

And offer it, he does.

He presses a gentle kiss to your ankle, whispering your nickname like a prayer the minute his lips pull away. "Princess…" This time, instead of being swept away, it lingers—there is no wind to hide behind here. Here, it stays, evidence of his worship of you. He knows you hear him, but he knows you won't respond yet, either, so he continues.

He pushes himself a little higher, his hands sprawled on the floor beneath him for support. He remains on his knees, keeping his head low in obedience. He plants another kiss just above your ankle, dragging his lips against your skin as he continues his journey up your legs. He plants another, and another, and another, slowing down when he reaches your knee, opting to kiss the side of your knee instead and slotting himself between your legs. He lifts himself from the floor on one knee, gently holding your thigh and pressing a single kiss to your inner thigh.

It's only then that he dares to look up, checking for permission to continue. He's met with an expectant look, and it's enough to make his heart stop. The sunlight streaming through the windows of the chapel illuminated your figure in all the right ways—dripping down your cheeks, pouring over your neck, collarbones, and shoulders, revealing all the hickeys he'd left just moments before, and streaming down your partially revealed midsection to your wrinkled skirt over your smooth, supple thigh, against Haku's cheek. He thinks he could stay here—live here, die here—so long as he got to behold your visage for eternity. But it's rude to keep royalty waiting, and he could only ignore the saliva gathering in his mouth from your sweet scent for so long.

He tries to move slowly, pressing another kiss to your inner thigh, his fingers tracing the path he'll follow, stopping just short of your skirt. He feels you shift with anticipation, and, unable to resist much more himself, leaves an open-mouth kiss next, drawing closer.

"Haku," you interrupt him, calling his name like you would call your most devoted knight or desperate thrall. He stops, looking up at you again. He carefully tucks his tongue back into his mouth and slows his breathing, trying not to reveal his impatience, though he's sure it's written all over his face. He watches as you glance away before returning your gaze to his, betraying nervousness. And there, for a moment, he sees the girl he first brought here, trusting, open, attached. "Am I really a princess to you?"

He gazes at you, swallowing thickly, feeling more of his saliva gather. He doesn't answer immediately, staring up at you in a somewhat dazed expression. He was prepared to worship you with lips and tongue, and you were doubting yourself.

He knows words won't work here. He doesn't answer immediately, looking down and drawing closer, pressing more open-mouthed kisses along your thighs, before he sighs, heavy with reassurance, "Yes," his breath rustling the edges of your skirt. He dives closer, his nose lifting the edge of your skirt, his lips parting hungrily. "Let me show you," he exhales, his warm breath puffing against your core, "…princess."

Bad Ending:

And his devotion is eternal.

That's why he visits your cell in Ultio every day.

Originally, Darkwick had tried to stop him from doing it, but after realizing he was only going to continue finding ways around their restrictions, he was eventually allowed to do as he pleased.

So here he sits, before your cell, recounting the latest events at Darkwick to you. He wasn't allowed to see you, and you weren't allowed to look outside your cell for the safety of visitors and regular monitoring. It was lined with opaque sheets, a small hole far enough below eye level to pass medications, potential antidotes, and other various treatments through. Sometimes you were capable of holding a conversation, and he'd find glimpses of the princess he loved in your raspy laughter or flustered reactions to his flirting. Other times, you were a shell of who you were before, the same four walls beginning to blend into each other, and the small hole as your only link to the outside world feeling far too small.

Today, you seemed okay, but Haku could tell you were preoccupied. "Hey, princess," he murmurs lowly, knowing you're leaning against the opaque sheets, listening intently for his voice. It always feels superficial to ask, 'Are you alright?' knowing the answer would always be 'No.' So, he doesn't ask that anymore. Instead, he asks, "…any progress?"

"No," you answer immediately, your voice scratchy, muffled by a choked sob. Haku had known better than to ask, and the regret coils and tightens in a knot in his chest. There never was any. Haku didn't know if he had any hope left, or if he'd simply been functioning hopelessly, going through the motions and hoping this would suffice for a new normal. He wondered if you had any hope left, sitting surrounded by those walls, the only things keeping you sane your daily chats with Haku and occasional visits from other ghouls. He wondered if that was enough.

"Hey, Haku?" You call, raspy and tired.

"Yes?" Haku answers, perhaps a little too quickly, ready to do anything you ask. Anything.

You slide your hand under the small hole, and Haku gazes at it, unfazed. He's seen it before. Your skin looked more and more dull by the day; the vines and tiny flowers growing from beneath your skin gathered in small groups across your knuckles and fingertips. He bends down, studying your hand, before you speak up again.

"Am I really a princess to you?"

Haku pauses, feeling a pit form in his stomach. He bends down, repositioning himself on his knees, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. There was no other way to reassure you, no way to hold you or comfort you. He had to settle for this, a bleak new normal, and pray for a day when this could all be reversed. "Yes," he whispers, the heavy silence of Ultio nearly swallowing the whispered word. From the way you sigh, he knows your heart has grasped onto his words for hope.

Not all hope was lost yet.

recently went 2 my first ever fetish party with a friend. had a great time, actually. fetish people are really nice. if anyone's interested ill retell my experience getting my ass bruised in front of an audience.

in other news. i have direct firsthand experience with a man kneeling b4 u and kissing up ur leg like in haku's good ending and let me assure u it is TRULY cathartic.

anyways. im done rambling. y'all know what i like. including the taglist bc im selfish and i want u guys 2 actually see this lol <3

relevant sources to help wa + swana people:

arab.org (six daily clicks + more if you go on incognito or switch profiles!)

helpourpeople.carrd.co (for more resources)

freerice.com (donate rice with simple grammar questions!)

beitelbaraka (grassroots org that provides displaced lebanese people with basic necessities)

songs i listened 2 while writing this:

good days - sza(specifically the outro lol) (you make me feel like im always in my mind, always in my mind, mind...)

taglist: @cupcakesmoothie @aayakashii @sunskosh @glamorousspoon @mmy-meow @dailyvahine @diluxama @madamedesalaunier @gulaaren-123 @otaku-explosion @maruayase @giigiselleee @genevathekitty @ox-ren-xo @justaclusterofnothing

i double checked the taglist but i could be wrong due to recent spring cleaning. let me know if i forgot you!!!!

want 2 join or be removed from the tkdb taglist? let me know!

divider credit to @/thecutestgrotto!

[mmy-meow]

Nobody asked for this.

Blame the exorcist lady in the new chapter.

I’m sorry.

You x Naga Haku

Monster fucker smut

Minors do not interact

Your fingers thread though Haku’s hair as your tongues tangle together. You’re pinned beneath him on his tatami floor, panting and grinding against him. What had started as helping with paper work had turned into another hot and heavy make out session. Maybe, maybe this time he wouldn’t stop you.

Your hands slide from his hair to his shoulders, and trail down his chest, you start to reach between his legs. He grabs your wrist to stop you.

You give a frustrated huff.

Haku pulls back sitting on his heels looking chagrined.

“Sorry Princess…”

“Is it me?” You ask trying not to feel the rejection creeping in.

Haku studies you carefully, then sighs. “No…I just feel like there’s something I need to tell you before I let you go any farther with me.” He rubs the back of his neck not meeting your gaze.

“You’re leading me on Haku.” You say sternly. “I can’t stand this constantly pulling me in then pushing me away!” You kiss his finger tips. “If you have something to tell me then tell me!”

Haku looks defeated as he climbs to his feet, offering you a hand to help you up.

“It’s more of a show rather than a tell.” He says resigned. “Come with me, here is no good.”

You take Haku’s hand, threading your fingers together as he leads you out into the Hotarubi rain. Tucked together under an umbrella Haku takes you down a winding path around the lake and finally to a damp cave hidden along its shore.

What did he need to show you? Was he hiding someone like Subaru with Lyca? What could possibly be hidden out in an old cave?

Palm sweaty, Haku’s grip on your hand tightens as he leads you inside, the set of his shoulders screams that he’s nervous, which makes you more and more wary. But when you reach the back of the cave there’s nothing there.

Haku turns to you, looking wistful as he kisses your forehead. “Turn around for a minute.”

Nervously you do as you’re told.

There’s the shuffle of clothes behind you, is Haku undressing? You jump as the sound of something heavy slaps against the floor.

“Haku..?” You shiver nervously.

“You can turn around now.” Haku’s voice is tired.

Your first reaction is holy shit Haku is shirtless, your second reaction is HOLY SHIT SNAKE.

You gasp and recoil before you realize it’s a part of Haku. He’s still Haku from the waist up, but instead of legs a long snake tail curls beneath him.

Haku is a Naga.

“It’s ok if you want to run.” Haku says sadly as you stand glued to the spot, eyes wide.

“Haku?” You whisper hoarsely.

He gives a timid nod, his familiar red earrings swinging with the movement.

You take a step forward, then another, carefully reaching your hand out towards him.

The dim light flickers against Haku’s dark green scales. He closes his eyes as you run your hand along his tail, the scales are leathery, not metallic at all like you would have expected from the way they shine.

“Princess…” Haku groans.

Your face flushes realizing you’ve been stroking and caressing his coils.

“Sorry! I was just curious how they felt!” You stammer.

Haku coils around your middle pulling you closer. “Is it ok for me to stroke you then? I’m very curious how you feel too.” The timidness and fear had melted a bit when you approached him, he gave you a playful smile.

The way his coils slither around you, muscles undulating against you felt erotic as he squeezed you tight and pulled you close.

The yellow of his eyes was more pronounced, his pupils turned to dark slits, his forked tongue flickered against your cheek.

“Now that you’ve seen this, seen me…do you still want me?” Haku asked in his normal teasing tone, but there was fear behind his eyes.

“Haku.” You say softly. “Haku I love you.”

Relief floods his face as he presses his forehead against yours. “It’ll take me a bit to change back but we can finally…”

“No.” You shake your head.

Haku looks gut punched.

“Like this.” You say quickly, clarifying what you mean. “You don’t have to change back.”

Haku coils more tightly around you, pinning your arms to your sides, his eyes dark and hungry. “You’re sure you know what you’re asking Princess?” Haku says apprehensively.

“I’m not afraid of you like this.” You say resolutely.

“You don’t have to do that to prove it.” Haku licks his lips, flashing his fangs.

“I want to.” You plead.

The tip of Haku’s tail slides up your leg and begins to twitch against your panties. “I do have more appendages at my disposal in this form.” He grins slyly. He keeps your arms pinned, crushed in the spirals of his tail as he starts to unbutton your blouse. He reaches under your skirt, hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down. His tail twitches eagerly, tickling your thighs and your lower lips. It slides into your pussy, you gasp, it’s colder than you’d expected.

You struggle to free your arms but it just makes Haku spiral more tightly as his tail fucks into you. Haku pulls your shirt open, kissing the tops of your breasts, letting his fangs brush against the tender skin. His lightly ribbed scales rub against your inner walls building a throbbing pleasure between your legs.

“Haku!” You cry out his name as you wriggle and writhe in his grasp, helpless and unable to break free.

The struggling seems to egg him on, his tail pressing into you deeper, making you scream as the part entering you gets thicker and thicker. His fangs pierce your shoulder, venom dulling the pain of the bite, it’s an almost pleasurable penetration, and you throw your head back with a moan.

His tail seems to fill every inch of you, sweet dragging friction, building, building…

You scream out as you come drenching Haku’s tail.

Haku coils tighter still with his excitement, you find it harder to breathe, your chest unable to expand.

“H..Haku…too tight…” you manage to gasp out. Immediately the coils loosen and his tail slides out of you.

Haku is peppering you with kisses and apologies. Hands roving comfortingly over your chest as his tail cradles you.

You manage to wriggle your arms free and start to pet his scales. He takes your hand guiding it to where his groin used to be when he was in human form. You find a slit in his scales, when you press against it, two thick throbbing penises emerge.

Your eyes bulge. Two. He has two cocks.

Haku smirks at your shock and guides your hands to grasp a cock in each. You start to pump making Haku’s eyes roll back.

“I want to fuck you.” Haku growls against your neck, sinking his fangs into you once again. He pulls his fangs out licking the wound. “My tail got you nice and stretched for me, I think you can take both.”

“Both?!” You stammer.

Haku lifts you with his tail so you are hanging horizontally in the air. He wraps you tightly, arms pinned to your sides once again. The narrower end of his tail wraps around your neck as the tip that was just inside you, still soaked in your juices, shoves its way into your mouth.

“Yes both.”

He constricts around your neck, just enough to pressure you in a light choke. The tip of his tail swirls against your tongue as you lick it clean, the texture of the scales is a foreign feeling against your tongue. The heads of Haku’s cocks start to press into you, taking you from behind, stretching you open again, working their way into your warm wet hole. His coils tighten, muscles flexing beneath the scales, he pulls you backward and they’re in, both of them fully in, filling you up.

“Oh fuck.” Haku groans. His tail pulls you forward then slams you back again, fucking you up and down. “Oh god princess!”

You can’t respond as you gag on his tail, the tip pressing deeper down your throat. His grip on your neck tightens then loosens, tightens then loosens, choking off your air then letting you gasp in through your nose. Your cunt is full, your mouth is full, your neck and your waist are wrapped tight, there’s pressure and friction and squeezing and oh god it’s all so much, so many sensations. Before you know it you’re coming on his cocks, screaming around his tail, arching, flailing and tensing in his grasp.

Haku continues to fuck you through your orgasm,

“Good girl, fuck Princess, you feel so good, came so good.” Then he pulled out showering your backside in pearlescent cum from both of his cocks.

Breathing raggedly he slowly lowers you to the ground, pulling his tail from your mouth and uncoiling from around you, giving you space, letting you breathe.

You cough, gasp, spasm, then rest your forehead on your arms as you lay on the floor, trying to ground yourself.

Haku lies down beside you, his warm human chest pressed against your back, arms encircling your waist.

“Are you ok?” He whispers, he gently kisses along your shoulder, then buries his face in your neck. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” His tail twitches slithering in a circle protectively around your limp form.

“Haku, Haku you were amazing.” You caress his cheek before letting your arm fall limply down to your side again.

“Good,” Haku sighs with relief, “Good.”

You run your hand along the curl of his tail, it was so long, it’s no wonder he hadn’t wanted to change in the cramped Hotarubi dorm room, he’d hardly fit.

Haku’s forked tongue flickers against your ear. “Careful Princess, keep running your hands on me like that and I just might think you’re ready for round two.” He eyes you in your disheveled clothing, cum dripping out from under your skirt.

You rub your face against his scales, nose brushing against his slit making him breathe in sharply.

“Take me again Haku. Keep taking me until you’re satisfied.”

[mmy-meow]

Hello. Can I request a Leo x MC smut? It's based on Episode 11 Fatal Prison where in one of the scenes Leo and MC are inside a cell investigating the second death case. In that scene, Leo grabbed his metal police baton, placed the tip on her thigh and traced it to her neck. I think it's a good smut starting material hehe. Thank you~

You x Prison Leo

Warning Dub con hate sex

Minors do not interact

You glance furtively around the cramped prison cell as Leo taps his police baton against his palm. Suddenly quick as a snake striking Leo presses the metal tip into your thigh then slowly traces it all the way up to your neck. He smirks when you shiver at the touch.

“You weren’t listening to me were you Honor Roll? You know there could be consequences for zoning out in a place like this.”

“I wasn’t…” you start to protest but the cool metal baton presses against your throat backing you up into the wall.

“This is a prison y’know.” Leo whispers, lips almost touching your ear. “One wrong move and who knows who could get their hands on you.”

He wedges his knee between your legs so you’re practically straddling his thigh. He starts to shift, rubbing his thigh against your core, pressing the baton more tightly so you struggle to breathe. “Does that excite you?” His lips tickle your ear. “You are a desperate slut aren’t you? Bet you’d bend right over for the first inmate to make eyes at you.”

“Leo stop.” You manage to croak out against his grip on your throat.

“Leo stop.” He mimics in a mocking high pitched voice. He shoves his hand down your pants roughly jamming a finger between your folds making you wince. He pulls his hand out and runs the finger against your lips. It’s wet.

“Whine all you want, you want this.” He growls. Leo moves his baton, wraps an arm around your waist and throws you down onto the bed. He pulls the handcuffs from his belt and fastens your wrists to the metal headboard.

“Leo!” You hiss in a panic, wriggling against your bonds. He watches you squirm with a satisfied smirk, he is fully drunk on his power trip right now.

“Keep making noise and someone might come check.” Leo says lightly. “You think they’ll come to rescue you or just get in line for their turn with you?”

“Leo uncuff me right…”

“Skip.” Leo drawls covering your mouth with his hand to silence you. “NPC’s don’t speak unless spoken to…ow!”

He rips his hand away as your teeth sink into his palm. He examines his hand with a glare. “I was going to let you go after teasing you a bit, but now you’ve gone and pissed me off.”

He roughly unbuttons your pants and pulls them down around your knees as you wriggle and squirm.

It’s not that you hadn’t thought about sex with Leo, you’d thought about it a lot even though part of you hates the little shit, you can’t deny his attraction. But here? In a prison? In a room someone died in?

“Leo what will happen to the mission if we get caught?” You hiss.

He glares at you smugly as he runs a hand along your bare thigh. “You’d better do your best to make sure we don’t get caught then.” He jams the thicker handle end of his baton against your clit. “Start humping bitch.”

You give him an icy glare, but he just sticks his pierced tongue out at you. “You’re not getting out of this until you cum saying my name Honor roll.”

“You’re the absolute last person I want to get off with.” You growl. A lie, but he’s being such a bastard.

He starts rubbing the baton handle up and down against your clit and you bite your lip as your core starts to tingle with anticipation.

Leo tosses your guard cap to the side, tangling his fingers in your hair and giving a good hard yank that makes you arch your back and rub yourself against the baton.

“There’s a good bitch.” He purrs as you grind yourself against the baton.

“I hate you.” You spit.

Leo grabs your chin, staring down at you with a condescending smirk. “Love, hate, it’s all obsession, as long as you’re obsessed with me I don’t care which.”

You tug and jerk against your restraints as Leo caresses your face.

“What do you think, do I fuck your mouth or your cunt?” He presses his thumb against your lower lip pressing down to part your lips and suddenly his tongue is in your mouth. His piercing rakes the roof of your mouth and massages your tongue as his fingers bruisingly grip your chin.

He pulls his baton away and you whine at the sudden loss of friction between your legs.

“Such a needy slut.” He whispers against your lips before kissing you again, deep and hungry.

He reaches down to free his cock from his pants. You were hoping to be able to tease him for his size but in reality he was more than adequate, life can be so unfair.

“Like what you see?” He smirks when he catches you eyeing it.

“Not a chance.” You retort.

“You’re a shit liar Honor Roll.” He starts rubbing the head of his cock against your folds. Your treacherous body thrills at the sensation, the heat and wet between your legs begging to be filled.

Leo lays on top of you, the tip of his cock barely stretching your entrance. He gently bites your earlobe as he whispers “Beg me for it.”

“No.” Your voice isn’t half as firm as you want it to be.

He runs his tongue along your neck, dragging his cock up and down your slit before pressing just the tip in again.

“Beg.” He demands.

Fuck. You want him inside you, your body feels so empty and wanting and he’s so close, and…well time to cross hate sex with Leo off the bucket list.

“Please.” It’s barely a whisper.

“Can’t hear you.” He gives a cruel smirk, wrapping his hand around your neck and giving a gentle squeeze.

“Please.” You gasp louder.

With the barest shift of his hips he’s all the way in, you tug against the cuffs and moan.

“Better be a quiet whore if you don’t want to get caught.” Leo breathes against your ear as he starts thrusting on top of you.

“Fuck you, bastard.” You gasp.

“You already are, you’re not that bad either.” He grins as you roll your hips up to meet his, crashing your bodies together. His pants are chaffing against your thighs as he fucks you in his uniform, but you don’t care, you just need to pull him deeper. The prison cell is filled with quiet gasps and panting, the slight creaking of the bed, the jingle of hand cuffs. Every sound seems magnified by your desire to be as quiet as possible as you both use each other for your own pleasure.

“Fuck you’re so wet.” Leo whispers. “I knew you fucking wanted me bad. Turned you on like a faucet.”

“Please, I was more turned on by your damn baton than by anything you can do with your little twig.” You retort.

“Lying whore.” Leo giggles as he roughly plunges in deeper, making you gasp. You squirm and writhe beneath him, hands bound, pinned under his body, his hand on your throat, his pace increases and oh god it feels so good. Your pussy is dripping as you clench around his cock, trying to stay quiet, you bite down on the shoulder of his uniform jacket to muffle yourself.

The friction is building, building, building, his grip on your throat tightens, can’t breathe, so close, oh fuck! He releases his grip on your throat and the euphoria of sweet breath mingles with your orgasm as you shake and see stars. You bite down harder to muffle any noises you’re making as Leo moans your name coming with you before collapsing on top of you.

You lie together for a long moment, a panting sweaty mess, until Leo finally rolls off of you.

“You didn’t do half bad for an NPC.” He drawls as he tucks himself back in, zipping his pants back up.

“Wish I could say the same for you.” You give him a half lidded glare.

“Liar, I blew your little mind.” He smirks as he pulls his phone out snapping a picture of you half undressed chained to the bed. “For my private collection.”

Oh you are going to get him for this, you rage to yourself as you wait for him to release you. His turn will come.

[mmy-meow]

hihi!! OMG OKAY... u know how leo has a dedicated file folder of the reader, wellll what theres a scene where hes getting off to their photos and being super pathetic, whimpering and crying? hehe thank u 💛💛

Sub Leo masturbating to your photos

Minors do not interact

Leo lays back against his pillows flipping through his folder of pictures of you on his phone. A lot of them are selfies and posed shots he coerced you into, but there are candid shots of you too. He stops at a shot of you, barefoot, playing in the water along the shoreline.

He bites his lip and starts to undo his pants.

Fuck he wants you to step on his dick. Gripping his cock he whimpers at the thought of you glaring down at him, looking at him like he’s the shit on your shoe while he’s on his knees as your foot presses down on his cock.

He flips to another picture where you’re glaring at him. When would you finally break? When would you snap and put him in his place?

He starts to stroke faster as he studies your disgusted glare in the photo.

“Degrade me mommy.” He whimpers again, bucking his hips into his hand, getting close.

He flips to another picture, you have your hands up trying to ward the camera away as he tried to take a picture of you when you didn’t want to.

With monumental effort Leo stops, whining a bit as he edges himself. You would never let him get off so easily. No, you’d take him right to the edge, then instead of tending to him, you’d sit on his face, refusing to touch him again until he’d eaten you out to your own climax.

He flips to a selfie of the two of you together, his tongue sticking out showing off his piercing. Yes mommy, he’d tongue fuck you real good, and the whole time you’d tell him he was less than dirt, that he was lucky for a scrap of your attention.

Leo groans and squeezes his cock as he thinks of the insults you’ll throw at him.

Tears of frustration prick the corners of his eyes as he works himself up again. If only it were you wrapped around his cock instead of his hand. You wanted him, he knew you did, so why hadn’t you broken and come to him yet?

“Please fuck me, please fuck me mommy.” He whimpers and cries as he thrusts into his hand.

Yes, you’d fuck him, you’d ride him, insulting him the whole way, you wouldn’t let him cum inside you oh no, he didn’t deserve that. You’d make him cum on the sheets and force him to lick it up afterward.

With a strangled gasp Leo came in his hand. He gazed at the picture of you on his phone and ran a cum soaked finger over the image of your face.

Leo’s resolve wavered. Maybe he should just go to you. No. No. You had to come to him. You’d break soon. You had to.

[mmy-meow]

hi! i hope ur doing well, ur my favorite tkdb blog 💕 okay i have a scenario. fem reader is really embarrassed and insecure because she squirts a lot but yuri (as a doctor 😋) assures her its okay and its natural.. how would he react when she comes 😳

thank u so much 💕💕

I’m doing great thanks for asking! I’m glad you’re enjoying my writing

You x Yuri - squirting

Minors do not interact

Yuri’s face blushes a brilliant red watching you situated between his knees with his cock in your mouth, head bobbing. Your boyfriend tips his head back, lips parting in ecstasy, moaning your name as he blows his load into your mouth. You look up into his eyes as you swallow around his cock not letting a single drop of cum escape your greedy lips. You release his dick, wiping your mouth with a grin.

“There, you should be able to focus much better now.” You tease.

“There was nothing wrong with my focus!” Yuri snaps, but there’s no real bite to his words.

You stand, straightening your clothes and start to step away when he catches your hand.

Yuri looks up at you sternly, cheeks pink, eyes not meeting yours.

“You’re running off again.” He forces the words out awkwardly.

“I’m not running off.” You deflect.

“Do you think I can’t do it?” His cheeks grow redder, his jaw set.

“Do what?”

“Satisfy you.” He refuses to look you in the eye when he says it.

You bite your lip. “That’s not it.” You mumble. You’d so far, in your short relationship, gotten away with only getting Yuri off without letting him do the same for you. You knew this conversation would come up eventually though. “I made you feel good right? Don’t worry about me.”

“This one sidedness is insulting.” Yuri pouts, refusing to release your hand when you try to tug away.

“I didn’t know you were so lewd.” You say hoping to embarrass him out of this conversation.

“Are you not attracted to me?” Yuri shot back.

You sigh in frustration. “That’s not it… I’m just…just embarrassed.”

“And pushing my boundaries hasn’t been embarrassing for me?” His eyes narrow.

You remember how flustered he’d been the first time you’d tried to touch his cock.

“I’ve just…” you close your eyes. You have to get this out eventually. It might as well be now. “I just didn’t want to gross you out.”

Yuri’s eyebrows shook up. “I assure you I can handle…”

“I squirt when I cum.” You blurt out.

Yuri stares at you blank faced, unsure how you want him to react. “I suppose that’s a good thing to be aware of ahead of time.”

“You’re not grossed out?” You ask tentatively.

He looks even more confused.

“Why would I be?”

You nervously play with your skirt. “My last boyfriend thought it was gross. He thought I peed on him. When I explained that it wasn’t pee he said it was messed up that I came like a guy.”

Yuri’s face twists in fury and disgust. “What Neanderthals have you been dating?” He hisses appalled.

Yuri lifts you up, setting you on the exam table. “And you! You would lump me in with the likes of him?! You think I’d share the same views as that disgusting worm?”

“I…I was just scared…” you murmur.

Yuri plants his hands on your thighs, spreading your legs. “You were withholding from me because of someone else’s stupidity!” Pulling your underwear to the side Yuri inserts a gloved finger and begins to caress you. “My opinion is the only one that matters and you didn’t even bother to ask it!” His finger pumps aggressively into your pussy, his embarrassment lost in the face of his bruised ego.

“Yuri…” you whine, as heat pools in your core, it’s been so long since you’ve been touched by another person.

“You should be honored to be touched by me!” He inserts a second finger, roughly pumping in and out of your hole. “Pee! Of course it’s not urine! Do you think me dense?”

“No Yuri!” You moan, you lean forward to wrap your arms around his neck as he fingers you. Gloved fingers curl inside of you, stroking your g spot. You can feel the sensation building, that pressure that felt like you had to pee.

“Yuri…” your voice is nervous.

“You’re safe in my very capable hands.” Yuri whispers against your neck, as his very capable hands rub you to orgasm. Pleasure rips through you as the clear liquid squirts from between your legs coating Yuri’s hand.

“Beautiful, marvelous, exquisite!” He’s babbling excitedly like he does when an experiment is going well. “Now my little test subject we’ll see how many times it takes to wring you dry.”

[shinjo-ritsu]

you have chosen . . . set of doors no. 1

cw: afab anatomy, feminine terms used for reader, oral sex, deepthroating fingers in the mouth, threats of violence, matching each other freak to a degree that is concerning to the public, choking, possessiveness, unprotected piv. this might be my longest cw section TOT put in your guesses now...who do you think it is?

The doors swing shut behind you with a resounding thud. You jump—it’s nothing like the gentleness of the doors in Haku’s room. You’re almost unsure of what you’ve gotten yourself into, but...

There’s nothing to be done for it now, you suppose.

Turning back toward the rest of the room, you’re pleasantly surprised. There’s a heavy mist on both sides of you—white, not purple—but the path ahead of you is clear. Bright beams of sunlight cut through the fog, reflecting off of it in a way that makes it seem almost solid. Stepping through the mist, you keep your eyes ahead of you, feeling as though you’re being watched from within it.

When you find the end of the rich, burgundy rug, you come face to face with a four poster bed. The drapes have been closed, the soft fabric shielding whoever is inside from you. Tentatively, you step towards the bed, reaching out to grasp the fabric.

You clutch it, and pull it to the side.

“Honor’s Student!” Haru beams, rocking back and forth on the bed, sitting with his legs intertwined, “Cmere cmere cmere—”

His hand shoots out and yanks you inside, the fabric falling back into place and obscuring you in darkness. You yelp and he giggles, hands trailing over the sides of your face.

“You picked me, right?” he breathes, eyes cracking open just a bit, “I was hoping you would.”

He’s still moving, body fidgeting, hands roving over your clothes and skin. You open your mouth to speak, and Haru stops his every motion just to hear you.

“I did pick you, Haru,” you confirm, “Help me out of these, please?”

He beams, shoving his hands up your shirt without a second thought. It’s up and over your head and then your bra falls to the floor and then his hands are in your pants. You almost laugh at his eagerness, but his fingers catching on your clit make the giggles catch in your throat. Then it’s his turn to chuckle, fighting with the button of your pants. He gets them open and bites the zipper, pulling it down with his teeth.

This time, you do shriek as he buries his face into your lower stomach, letting out a low moan as he ruts into the bed beneath him. Reaching out, you fumble for his hand as he mouths at you through your underwear, grey eyes open and glued to your face. He catches your hand and intertwines your fingers, pressing a sucking kiss to your clit as you whine beneath him.

“You’re so noisy!” he giggles, hooking his fingers underneath your waistband, “Care to see just how loud I can make you?”

Your hips twitch as you nod, eyes watering. He's sloppy as he makes out with your underwear, spit soaking the fabric just as much as your arousal. Haru wastes no time, pulling them down and diving in, throwing their legs over his shoulders. You wail, digging your fingers into his hair as he flicks his tongue over your clit, the heat of his mouth searing against you.

You’re sent careening into your orgasm, grinding onto his face as his hands dig into the fat of your ass, pulling you closer and closer until you’re nearly certain he can’t breathe. And yet, he tongue fucks you through it, delirious with pleasure as he moans against you, cumming in his pants as he fucks into the mattress.

You take your first breath of air after screaming your lungs out, and the drapes snap open.

You shriek and cover yourself, nearly kneeing Haru in the side of the head as you make eye contact with someone who should definitely not be there.

Shion Genkai.

It’s so silent in the room that you could hear a pin drop as his eyes rove over you. Once he’s done taking you in, his eyes flicker to Haru, dark, jealous, and dangerous.

“Why did you touch my wife?” he hisses, flicking a card between his fingers, “I ought to skin you alive.”

“Shion—” you gasp, but he doesn’t let you.

He’s on the bed in seconds, jamming his fingers so far down your throat that you choke, tears springing to your eyes. He takes pleasure in your wet retching, smiling sadistically as he wiggles them against your tongue.

“Hey, hey, hey! That’s no way to treat a lady,” Haru protests, yanking Shion’s fingers out of your throat.

“Don't touch me. You’re dirty.” Shion glares, the hand with the card holding your waist possessively, “And don’t touch my wife either. I’ll kill you.”

You hold back your coughs as best as you can, mind scrambling for an explanation. There’s only supposed to be one person per door, you thought. These rooms only had one inhabitant. That’s why there was always two separate doors—

Then it hits. You’d been such a fool.

Two separate doors.

One dark, one light.

You were caught between the moon and the sun.

“Shion, don’t kill him,” you whimper, pressing your hand against his cheek to bring his gaze back to you.

“You don’t get to talk—”

“I want your attention to be on me. I’d get jealous if you paid too much to Haru.”

Shion freezes, as if considering your proposal. He flicks the card over his fingers a few times, eyes flickering between you and Haru. Then finally rest on you and you alone, though—and that’s how you know you’ve won.

“Then shut that noisy mouth up and take it,” Shion hiss, flicking his card away.

It cuts a single lock of Haru’s hair off as it whizzes past his head, cutting through the curtain and flying off into the surrounding mist. The curtain only has a single tear—and yet, just that makes you feel more exposed.

You don’t have time to think about it, though. Shion is on you in seconds, kissing you sloppily and prodding at your entrance. He growls in satisfaction when he feels the wetness—and the lack of Haru’s cum pleases him too, you’re almost certain. He plunges inside you, wriggling his fingers relentlessly as if that will get him deeper.

“Take it, take it, you have to take it.” he grunts, “You need me. I know you do.”

You whine into the canopy as he bites down on your neck—it hurts like hell—and you’re keenly aware of Haru continuing to watch. It’s only when you hear soft, wet sounds that aren’t your own that you know he’s getting off on this, too.

“You’re too loud,” Shion growls, whipping around to look at Haru, “If you can’t be quiet, get out.”

You don’t have time to process Haru’s response, because Shion pins you to the bed by your neck and holds you there while he struggles with his pants. Shion frees himself from his pants and looks down at you with a wolfish smile.

“Nobody is ever gonna have you except for me after this,” he hisses, “No one. Do you understand me? I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them right in front of you and drink your tears. I'll choke you on their blood. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Shion!” you wail, gasping for breath as his grip tightens around your neck.

“You’re my wife.” he hisses, fumbling as he positions his dick at your opening, "You're mine.”

He enters you harshly and starts at a quick pace. You sniffle and moan, fumbling for his hand much like you did Haru’s.

“Wanna hold hands?” he hisses, gripping your hand so tight it hurts, “You see that? She wants my hand. So never touch her with your filthy ones ever again.”

You know he’s talking to Haru—him threatening the life of another should not be getting you off—but you’re pulling his hand toward your clit all the same.

“What, wife?” he snaps, sounding annoyed at your incessant pulling.

“My clit, Shion,” you whine, “Makes me—more sensitive—”

His grin turns manic as he immediately stops moving, looking down at where you connect as if searching for it. You press his fingers to the bud and start guiding them in little circles.

“Such a good wife for me,” he croons, pressing down harder as he starts fucking you in earnest again, “You really do like pain, don’t you?  Want me to hurt you? Make you cry?”

“Yes, yes—” you moan, thrashing against the sheets as he brings you to your second orgasm of the night.

You lay there with Shion on top of you, whispering madness into your ears as you make eye contact with Haru again. His shaky smile matches your own, and that’s when you understand—when it comes to them, Haru will always give Shion what he wants first.