INDEFINITE HIATUS

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔

[mitsuyeaah]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ SANZU’S SUNBABY. (semi-hiatus)

mitsu | 21 | she/her. multifandom & not spoiler-free! MINORS DNI. general asks & thirsts are always open.

BYF/DNI ANONS! TAG SYSTEM MASTERLISTS — ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒

NEW! ┊͙ trail of broken hearts with tōru, o.

© MITSUYEAAH. i do not give permission for my work to be copied, translated or reposted to any other platform.

[mitsuyeaah]

neither deactivating this account nor post here anymore but a third secret thing (a new account)

anywho, i’ve found a small piece of my love for writing again after five dreadful months of being completely uninspired and out of the loop which makes me feel somewhat whole again :> (not as passionate as i was before but nonetheless, i am over the moon). lmk if you want to be moots there, no hard feelings if not!!! i understand i’ve been away for quite some time.

the account is a fresh start for me since i have switched from interest to interest (aaand i go by a new pseudo which one or two ppl may prob be familiar with)—it’s mainly genshin impact there so if that’s not your cup of tea, it’s okay!! i’ll be posting for a broader audience once i get into the flow again (i have this wip haru thirst in my notes 😩). it’s mostly sporadic posting there so it’s not much but i’d love to make friends!!

[mitsuyeaah]

neither deactivating this account nor post here anymore but a third secret thing (a new account)

anywho, i’ve found a small piece of my love for writing again after five dreadful months of being completely uninspired and out of the loop which makes me feel somewhat whole again :> (not as passionate as i was before but nonetheless, i am over the moon). lmk if you want to be moots there, no hard feelings if not!!! i understand i’ve been away for quite some time.

the account is a fresh start for me since i have switched from interest to interest (aaand i go by a new pseudo which one or two ppl may prob be familiar with)—it’s mainly genshin impact there so if that’s not your cup of tea, it’s okay!! i’ll be posting for a broader audience once i get into the flow again (i have this wip haru thirst in my notes 😩). it’s mostly sporadic posting there so it’s not much but i’d love to make friends!!

[oikasenpai-deactivated20231222]

bleep bloop

i’ll make this short, sharp and to the point. i am leaving this account. i won’t be deactivating oikasenpai nor mitsuyeaah but i will not be posting/using these two accounts + the side blogs.

it has dawned on me that maybe being ‘out there’ isn’t really my thing. . writing fics and all the other things don’t make me happy anymore. i don’t really know how to describe how i feel whenever i log into either of my accounts but i do know its something close to being lonely.

yes, it may come off as silly to most of you and i don’t blame you for that. that’s just how i feel. i don’t particularly enjoy posting in any of my accounts anymore.

anyway, i’ve been on tumblr since i can remember but i can really only enjoy this app by being a non-creator and instead support my favourite writers and artists. i’m not sure how to explain it but choosing to be ‘isolated’ from everyone else is somewhat more relaxing for me. don’t get me wrong, i enjoyed a fair amount of interacting with such diverse people on here but it never really worked out for me.

as i’m saying! thank you all so much for being so genuine and understanding towards me. i know i’m a handful and an absolute mess. i cherished every single interaction with everyone on here and will not forget the feeling of satisfaction when one reads a work i’ve published.

i was planning on leaving without any notice but i felt guilty for those who are possibly waiting for me to come back from my ‘hiatus’. feel free to unfollow! no hard feelings at all. as for my new account, please refrain from asking me about it. i’m not comfortable sharing it unless i personally mention it to anyone.

thank you all <3 special shoutout to my precious anons from both accounts!!! i love you all, thank you for being so so kind and making my day a little brighter with your cute presence in my ask box. especially to cat anon for the lil drawings and sanzu anon (in mitsuyeaah) for fuelling my sanzu brainrot heh.

[mitsuyeaah]

today marks the anniversary of taiju’s motorcycle running over haruchiyo’s balls

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woke up to the tr s3 trailer today AAAAAAAAA

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hit it in the morning - a series

sanzu haruchiyo | cw: explicit smut/MDNI, f!reader, soft dom!haru, morning sex, oral (f rec), ptv, unprotected, creampie, petnames (baby, sweetheart), i gave him a tongue piercing fight me about it, full concept of this born from this official artwork. wc: 1.2k |

“So pretty,” you voiced, barely above a whisper. 

The golden light of dawn was leaking in from the curtains, soft warm hues cascading onto Haruchiyo’s skin. The rays of sun leaking onto his back in the amber glow of early morning made him look so beautiful as he slept half-nestled in the sheets. You offered soft touches to his rosy pink hair that cascaded off his shoulders, splayed so elegantly onto the pillow below his face. 

Your eyes lingered on his lips, those pretty lips that sat between the diamond markings at the corners of his mouth, and reached an admiring finger out to trace along the scarred skin. He really was breathtaking, and at one point he hated you touching his scars, but your clear infatuation with his beauty gave him a change of heart, knowing you would caress them as if they were precious stars fallen right out of the sky. 

Your touch stirred him a bit, a twitch of his mouth and a soft murmur attempting to leave his rested throat. His eyes shifted under his lids before slowly revealing those aquamarine irises that melted you instantly, like priceless gemstones curtained by pale lashes dazzling you with nothing but a tired glance. 

“You say somethin, baby?” he whispered with a voice still neglected from use. His hand moved to yours, entwining your fingers together. 

“Just about how pretty you are, Haru,” you say, almost embarrassed that he heard you, your tone kept subdued by the sheets. 

Haruchiyo hummed, reaching out to find you amid the soft bedding separating your bodies, and pulled you lightly against his chest. His sudden warmth felt like heaven, melting you into his embrace. His lips touched your forehead, a protective kiss lingering at your hairline.

“Not as pretty as you,” he mouthed over your skin. His fingers traced feather-light trails up and down your spine, causing you to arch your back against him with a quiet gasp. “Or those pretty sounds you make.” The diamonds on his face stretched a bit with a playful smile. 

You felt him gently shift over top of you, like a snake adjusting its coil, his body slotting between your willing legs and pressing your bare forms together. The waves of his hair licked at your sides as they fell off his shoulders, his face disappearing to your neck and collarbone, leaving tender kisses that brought more intakes of breath and sighs that he loved. 

Haruchiyo traveled further down the length of your body, slender fingers teasing a breast while the other was attended to with his hot mouth, the warm metal bar in his tongue flicking at your nipple. You produced soft little moans for him, responding to the dual sensation as his lips moved to wrap around your other nipple, sucking softly while his hands rested on your waist. 

Once he was satisfied, Haruchiyo continued his journey of your body, giving a sweet kiss at your navel before dipping below the expanse of your open legs. His shoulders tucked under your thighs, arms wrapping around them to adjust as he pleased while leaving such intense kisses at the inner portion that you felt dizzy from each one. 

There was already a pool of slick waiting for him, his previous teases and touches working you up this point of arousal, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “You gonna make more pretty sounds for me, sweetheart?” he asked before allowing his tongue to drag through your glistening folds. 

You obliged with a pitched moan, sinking your head deeper into the pillow as he began to eat your pussy like it was the best dessert he’s ever tasted. Haruchiyo sucked on your clit gently, earning him the joy of hearing you keen and whine from the stimulation.

“H-Haru… haah—“ you mewled as you twisted your fingers into the sheets, waves of pleasure rolling through to your core with every languid movement of Haruchiyo’s mouth. He allowed his tongue bar to bump against your sensitive bundle of nerves, the firmness of it making your legs close around his ears before he pulled them back open. 

“Wanna hear you, baby… keep going—“ he said in between hungry kisses to your pussy, devouring your essence, filling the room with wet noises that made your toes curl, your thighs quiver, and your breath stutter.

In a few more flicks of his tongue to your swollen bud, you felt the coil snap from within your core, cumming on his wet muscle that prolonged the wave for as long as he could get you to ride it, chanting his name in breathy moans as he licked you clean.

When he rose from between your trembling legs, Haruchiyo’s pretty scars were wet and shiny with your slick, and his slightly tangled hair softly grazed you, feather-like and ticklish. Seeing him above you like this was like gazing upon a god, strands of his rosy hair shining and his paled skin glowing against the golden morning light. You were panting softly when his lips met yours, giving you a taste of yourself on his tongue and a muffled groan from within his chest.

In one swift movement, the tip of his ready cock met with your fluttering core, persisting for entrance to supply you with more pleasure. You responded by coyly rolling your hips into his, a silent plea for more. He steadily sank into your pussy with ease, relishing the feel of your gummy walls engulfing around his length with a deep and hushed moan.

He was deliberately slow, rocking his hips at a relaxed pace that felt more intense than usual, and you were already so sensitive that you were building up another orgasm just from just a few drawn out strokes of his cock inside your cunt. Your arms locked around his neck, your nails gently raking over his shoulder muscles that flexed with every thrust, and it was enough to make your eyes roll back as his metallic tongue tangled with yours. 

Your subdued whimpers into his mouth were enough to make Haruchiyo’s cock twitch with excitement, lovingly swallowing every one of them with fervor. He switched to shallower thrusts, keeping a steady rhythm when he finds that perfect spot that has you keening so sweetly for him, the grip of your nails into his skin sending delicious pain receptors to his brain to mix with the euphoria of your pussy clenching around him. He could positively die like this.

You gasp for air as his cock kisses your sweet spot repeatedly, “Oh Haru, oh god I’m– I’m gonna–” You can’t even finish your thought as you’re suddenly tipped over the edge, and your pussy squeezes him to tightly, Haruchiyo feels his release rapidly approaching.

“That’s it, baby, mmph j-just like that—” and with a final thrust against your hips he’s shooting his seed into your cunt, dropping his head against your shoulder and letting his long tendrils fall forward, covering parts of your face like a soft pink protective veil. You both ride the pleasure wave together, sweet cooing noises and sighs against each other’s skin, savoring the moment as if no other moment before this had ever felt better.

Haruchiyo poured praising kisses over your neck, your face, and your lips, earning him a few relaxed giggles. He paused when your hand reached for his face once again, your thumb softly tracing the outline of one of his diamond scars, your eyes locked with the azure of his.

“So pretty,” you both whisper, nearly in unison with each other.

© sin-and-punishment 2023 | do not steal, copy, or translate any of my written works. | part of the @enchantedforest-network 🌿

[mitsuyeaah]

this is what it feels like logging back on here just to post sanzu thirsts

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my stomach hurts i ate too much strawb shaved ice

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🌷 send this to ten bloggers you think are wonderful.🌷

bleep bloop hello thank you my precious bb 😩🤍

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Drugs & Dior | Sanzu Haruchiyo

"Love is such a chore… I'm hollow like a corpse, babe; full of no remorse, babe." - PLVTINUM .

cw: DARK CONTENT WARNING- this fic involves dark themes such as: implied alcohol consumption, illegal drug use, brief mentions violence and the use of guns, sexual themes and indications, mentions of infidelity, explicit language, toxic behavior, Bonten timeline, Sanzu pov, no reader insert . | wc: 1.2k

a/n: first Sanzu piece, lil character study on my favorite psycho drug-addled criminal. inspo entirely based on this song. | part of the @enchantedforest-network 🌿

A shrill sound and incessant buzzing permeated his ears, slowly increasing in volume until he just couldn’t ignore it any longer. A harsh and muffled groan left his lips, his head weighted, neck sore and incredibly stiff. Fuck. What time is it?

Sanzu furrowed his brow tightly, the darkness of his eyelids retracting as he pried his eyes open, annoyed by the amount of sunlight that was now beaming in his face. He peered down at his lap, a woman that he had no conscious recollection of taking perch upon it. Or maybe… he did, but the fact of the matter was that she was facing away from him, solidifying that her identity means nothing.

Taking a fleeting scan of the room, he realized this was quite the luxury pad and definitely not a hotel room, which is where he normally did his quick business with anonymous women. This place belonged to someone of status– a crystal chandelier high above his head, floor to ceiling windows, furniture that was probably imported from another country. The glass table presented before him was littered with stray liquor bottles, a few strewn-about baggies of paraphernalia, and some tightly rolled 10,000 yen notes. 

Looking to his right, he noticed his hand resting on the sofa cushion, a fully ashed cigarette tucked between his fingers. Tch, wasted. Whether he was referring to the cigarette or the state of himself, it wasn’t important to spend time mulling over the comparison. Sanzu had no qualms about floating through life in a deep-seated stupor, but he did hate when cigarettes went unenjoyed.

His neck craned a bit lower, noticing his shirt half unbuttoned and a few red marks littering his chest and lapel. Lipstick? Probably the doing of whoever this was passed out on his lap. Her left hand rested on the sofa, the third finger adorned by an obnoxiously noticeable diamond. Right, someone’s on a business trip. He was recalling some of the dull conversation he had with… whoever this was, some rich fuck’s wife. Clearly the marriage wasn’t built on love or trust for her to have dragged him here at an ungodly hour after perusing the club last night. And really, he was only interested in imbibing and getting high.

Sanzu sluggishly reached into the pocket of his slacks and pulled out his phone, seizing the bothersome alarm labeled “MEETING IN AN HOUR.” As the alarm screen disappeared, he quickly perused the action he either missed or blatantly ignored while being temporarily entertained for the night.

4 unread messages :

[Rindou] Where the fuck are you? 12:17am

[???] *attached image* When are you getting back? ;) 12:43am

[Ran] Mikey is gonna be pissed dude 1:51am I’m tired of babysitting your ass 1:52am

Curious of the unknown number, Sanzu opened the message to see a nude selfie of a woman, posed in the mirror that was unmistakably inside the bedroom of his penthouse. Oh, he definitely remembers her, and every position he had her in not twelve hours earlier. If she hasn’t left on her own accord by now, he’ll force her out later and wipe his burner number from her phone. If there was anything Sanzu wanted to avoid, it was attachment issues from broads that didn’t matter. He’d only use them for what he needed them for, finding it so easy when they all naturally flocked to his money, drugs, and status (albeit criminal). This life is fast, fleeting, and unrelenting— lingering won’t be tolerated.

As far as the Haitani’s went, he pondered how they haven’t banned his ass from their club yet, and honestly he’d love to see them try. Second only to his king, Sanzu pulled more importance and value than every one of those assholes in Bonten. Ran had some fucking nerve— those brothers have changed loyalty like their undergarments over the course of their delinquent careers. Based on his own observation, allegiance for others was nothing but a convenience, but for Sanzu Haruchiyo there has always been one true absolute leader. He’s killed innumerable people, traitors and usurpers, personal and impersonal, for even thinking about dethroning the Invincible Manjiro Sano, and he’s had the Haitani’s on his list for quite some time now. What a shame Mikey won’t let him pull the trigger between their fucking eyes.

Blinking himself out of his bloodlust fantasy, Sanzu pocketed his phone and flicked the cold, spent cigarette over his shoulder, leaving ashes scattered on the expensive sofa. He slid himself out from under the woman that had kept his lap warm, revealing the stray but hardly unnoticeable remnants of white powder that contrasted the dark fabric of his pants. He had to admit, having someone do lines of coke off his crotch was definitely one of his more creative ideas. He’ll have to use that one again sometime. 

Sanzu stood, finding his balance and stretching his limbs lazily. Now that his blood was flowing, he felt the ever persistent boulder of a headache presiding in his brain, and the crisp clear grasp on reality was making him nauseated beyond belief. 

Eyeing the table, he caught a glimpse of the familiar pill bottle he carried with him, reaching only to discover its contents had been completely emptied. Tch, greedy bitch. He’ll have to make a pit stop on the way to this meeting or else he might turn his own gun on himself if he had to listen to that annoying Haitani banter anywhere close to sober. 

He discerned a small amount of cocaine still scattered on the glass. That will have to do for now. Taking a seat on the floor, he used the credit card that accompanied the substances to push a minuscule amount of powder into a line sufficient enough for his liking. Sanzu read the name on the plastic, without a doubt male and probably this woman’s husband, before tossing it back onto the glass. Thanks for the fun, asshole.

As Sanzu reached for the rolled currency, he noticed the aforementioned, and still frankly unknown woman in his peripheral vision sitting herself up, making some unintelligible noises. He ignored it, opting to snort the stimulant into his system and get the rush back to his brain. He tipped his head back, releasing the breath from his lungs following a few residual sniffs to ensure maximum effect. 

“Bit early for that, isn’t it?” he suddenly heard from the sofa. Sanzu merely glanced at the woman with his eyes before wordlessly rising back to his feet. He took the liberty of getting himself a new cigarette off the table from the nearly used up pack, placing it between his diamond-framed lips and igniting the end with a lighter, taking a long drag. Pocketing the lighter and the previously used Yen note, he lastly grabbed his Dior sunglasses and hooked them into his half unbuttoned shirt he didn’t bother to fix before turning toward his exit.

“Where are you going?” he heard, an empty question really.

“Sorry, doll, someone has to keep up the corruption of this shithole city.”

“Will I ever see you again?” the woman called out, a tinge of longing in her voice.

Sanzu didn’t bother to pause his movement toward the door, nor did he turn for one last look to mull about his previous nights’ escapades, leaving the forgettable scene behind him without a single ounce of remorse.

Regardless, he still allowed a devious smile to crawl across his scarred mouth.

“Maybe one day… if you end up in Hell.”

Sanzu Haruchiyo is a ruthless and shameless man, well aware that the path he’s taken will inevitably drag him down the underworld when his time is up… and he had no intention of breaking his irrefutable pact with the Devil anytime soon.

At least he’d have fun along the way.

© sin-and-punishment 2023 | do not steal, copy, or translate any of my written works. | header art by ken wakui . edited by me~

[mitsuyeaah]

sanzu has a corruption kink.

you see the way his eyes glimmer with intent when you tell him you’re not that experienced in the bedroom; the way the scarred corners of his lips curve upwards, sending chills down your spine. sanzu catches the way you rub your thighs together, you’re excited? oh, he’s going to have some fun with you.

he’s going to corrupt you until all you can think about are the lewd things he’s done to you but he’s going to take his sweet time with you. sanzu won’t give you his fingers nor cock right away, no—he’ll break down your walls of innocence one by one, bit by bit, piece by piece. he’ll make you yearn for all the naughty things he wants to do to you. oh, he knows there’s a slut in there somewhere.

sanzu would make you fuck yourself with your fingers while you follow every instruction that comes out of his mouth—watching the way your hips desperately buck to chase pleasure; the way tears roll down your cheeks because it’s just not enough, not with your inexperienced hands. so you beg for sanzu.

you beg with desire until you’re chanting his name like a prayer—until you’re crying for his cock; until the dirtiest, most shameless words slip past your quivering lips. and when you do, oh, sanzu won’t be leaving you alone, because tonight he’ll teach you even filthier things other than begging.

sanzu is going to have so much fun with you.

[mitsuyeaah]

https://x.com/catcoffeen/status/1566163360684642305?s=46&t=4kSDv0xMpF6hasNbT28vqw

girl dinner

MMMMMMMMMHNMHBMM that’s breakfast, morning tea, brunch, lunch, afternoon snack, dinner, midnight snack— 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

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OH, MY GOD. I'M SORRY, MITSU. I'M JUST WRITING AS I THINK THE THOUGHT YOU WROTE THAT YOU BOTH LIKE TO SLEEP, RIGHT? So you're both in a tent, just imagine, and you're discussing everything you can, finally it's not hot and quiet, and Sanzu opens the tent and shows you the stars, and the stars in the mountains are so fucking beautiful you can reach them with your hand

AAAAAA THIS IS SO SWEET GENNY!!!! 😭🤍🤍 i LOVE stargazing sm esp with haru hehe <3 cue me laying on his chest while we both look up at the stars

[mitsuyeaah]

SANZU'S READY TO GO WITH YOU, SO WATCH OUT FOR MOSQUITOES!!

bb really brought a pickaxe to the hike 😭 i don’t blame him!!! at least he’s lookin all cute <3

[mitsuyeaah]

WHAT ABOUT MOUNTAIN SICKNESS? Does Sanzu like mountains and stuff like that?? In short, I would welcome ABSOLUTELY any thoughts you can think of!!!! #mitzu

sannzu loves a good view!! but let’s be real that man absolutely hates sweating (just like me fr) so we barely go on hikes and stuff 😭 we are lazy so we opt for just picnics and stuff LMAOOOO plus, we love sleeping <3

[mitsuyeaah]

I don't know what to send crying on the sidelines

your presence on my ask box is enough bb 😁🤍