“Hmmmh..” swallowing your saliva and spit as your body sweats bullets, holding your own legs at both sides of your damp face. Suguru’s fingers rubbing your cum all over your pumped clit cooing at you damagingly sweet. “Look baby..it’s blushing so cutely for me, all red and pulsing hard.” Your chest heaves and your hands tug at his shirt. Kneading the soft fabric between your fingers. You choke out then cough a sob. “Mmmh!”
“Hmmm..”
“Sshhh..shut..” you mumble.
His hand moves faster onto your clit and your body flinches, you shake. “What was that? Say it again.” You swallow harder and bite your bottom lip. “That’s what I thought..” your hands weakly push at his chest. “Nnnnh!” Your chest heaves faster. “Aah! Fuuuuckkk!” Your legs wrap around him shaking harder. “Mmmh, almost there..” he gently encourages. A burning heat whirls inside your core and your back arches. “Please!” He hums moving his hand faster. “Cute clit all warm and twitchy?” Tears falling from your eyes. “I-IIII!!”
“I what? Speak up.”
“I’m about to cuuuummm!!!”
“I know.”
“Aaagggghhh!!” Your body shudders and flexes spasming your whole body. Cumming all over his hand again. “Sweet thing.” Body falling onto the bed covered in sweat and heat as you try to catch your uneven breaths. He lets go and watches your body twitch and shake from the orgasm. He gets between your legs and gives your clit a smooth suck then a long lick after—kissing it softly. “Satisfied?” You can’t answer him. Your body is already spent. “Mmh..”
“How about I give you another so you can answer well, okay?”
₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Warnings. PuppyHybrid!Satoru x FemBunny Hybrid!reader, smut, dumb pup Satoru, size difference, dubcon, humping, crying, lots of cum, somnophilia ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊
Puppy!Satoru doesn’t get that he can’t just have you whenever he wants, it confuses him immensely when you lock yourself in Suguru’s bedroom to get away from him.
You try your hardest to avoid Satoru whenever necessary because of how eager he is, you can’t keep up with him. Relaxing means nothing to him when he constantly wants to be in your face saying and doing the most, it’s frustrating having to put up with him because Suguru thinks you’ll bond with him.
Puppy!Satoru just loves you too much, he wants you in ways that are indescribable, he loves his cute bunny so much.
The only time he can really have you pliant and not aggressive is when you’re sleep, that’s when he really takes it to another level.
Puppy Toru grinds his cock against you when you’re sleeping so peacefully, if he can’t have you while you’re awake then he’ll have you this way. He carefully wraps his arms around you and plops himself agaisnt your ass, his little cock snuggly fitting ontop of your delicious panty-clad ass, he humps you slowly, nice and sensually to build himself up a little.
When you do start stirring awake, he’ll slowly lull you back to sleep by rubbing your fluffy ears just like Suguru does. His bunny looks so cute whining but then falling back into your sleepy state.
Satoru slips your panties to the side, your dripping cunt so shiny within his blue orbs.
He pulls his cocklet out till his pants sit below his heavy strained balls, they need to be released very soon or he feels like he’ll explode where he sits. He glides against your fat pussy as slow as he can as to not wake you again, he can’t have his fun ruined so early and definitely not before he cums.
His breaths are coming out uneven and shaky, his whole body feels uneasy.
He uses two hands to spread your cunt, peering into your tiny soaked hole, ready to be used for hours on end.
It’s about a good hour in and Satoru is soaked in his own sweat, his clammy body and cum covered cock still hasn’t let up, he fucks your poor cunt like his life depends on it, it definitely feels that way. His balls, no matter how many times he cums still aren’t emptied.
A sleepy you is finally stirring awake, you feel pain for a few moments before total bliss blinds your body, Satoru tries to still for a moment to let you fall back asleep but finds his hips won’t stop meeting your ass, he can’t stop plunging himself deep inside of you, pulling out and doing it all over again.
You let Satoru fuck your little bunny-cunt so many times after you awake, you let him cum inside you; a large goopy wet mess by the end of it. Even if you are crying you can’t will yourself to tell him to stop because you feel so damn good. You’ll let him fuck an entire litter into you!
jiyu's letter ᝰ.ᐟ soo i kind of gave up at the end lolol. it's just... feral snow leopard!satoru was too good to resist. perderme by miguel is such a fitting song for this fic i don't suggest i demand you listen to it while reading. hope you enjoy <3
=ᗢ=ᵎᵎ smut smut smut!! p w/o p, heat season, satoru's a desperate whimpering mess, f! oral and fingering, p in v, marathon sex, overstim, satoru is FERALLL (and rough), dry humping, biting (on satoru's end), mating press
wc: 3.7k (can u tell i was ovulating GAHSHS)
fanart by: @/xxlorinmower
ever since you fostered the mischievous snow leopard hybrid, satoru had been a handful. demanding nothing but the best shampoos and conditioners to keep his tail, ears, and hair absolutely pristine and glossy and being especially picky about what you fed him (you basically had to change your diet to cater to his needs without going broke).
you kept him plenty entertained when you left for work, giving him enough enrichment to keep him from going wild in your apartment.
despite being very high maintenance, satoru was unbelievably independent. unlike many of the hybrids you had fostered, you hardly saw him outside of meal time, and he mostly did everything on his own. you didn't mind much; sometimes it was unnerving to see the large predator appear from the depths of his room at random, though.
especially today.
it was an unusually hot day during the first blooms of spring, windows springing up to bring in the relief of gusty winds.
to no avail, however, because it seemed as though satoru couldn't find reprieve from the sweltering temperature. sweat clung so heavily to his skin he practically had to peel his shirt off of his torso. he felt his face, a horrible flush arising. his heart was begging to pound out of his chest. it hit him so suddenly, he didn't know what was going on. a fever?
it wasn't until he caught your scent in the air and the filthiest fantasies roused in his mind did he realize just what was happening to him...
fuck, this wasn't good.
he tried to restrain himself, he really did— he stripped himself down to his boxers, laid on the floor to get some relief, splashed cold water on his face to snap out of it. he even tried getting his raging boner down. multiple times.
nothing was helping.
he needed help, as hard as it was to admit. your help.
you were watching television in the living room, a fan plugged in right in front of the couch in your best attempts to cool off. you settled into the comfort of the cushions with a strawberry popsicle, hair tied out of the way of your face. a silly romcom played, capturing your attention. though, you wondered how satoru was doing with this unpredictable heat. you knew how much he detested the warm weather, especially because he already ran so hot temperature-wise.
as satoru was lethally silent, you hardly realized he had come out from his room, and you were entirely too invested in your show.
until you got a spine-chilling feeling that someone was looking at you. a sharp, primal instinct made you turn your head to the source, shoulders tense—
oh, god. it was just satoru.
"oh, hey. need anything?" you asked, a gentle cadence to your voice and a welcoming smile. you always acted as if you would scare him off if you spoke to him too casually.
his stare was almost expectant, pupils unmoving as he glanced at you. it was disconcerting, making you sit up straighter with half a mind to flee. it reminded you that you were housing a predator.
after a tense moment, he looks away. "no, just getting water." he turns towards the glass cabinet, grabbing a glass and filling it with water.
he chugged down the water, trying to wash away the filthy desires that clouded his mind when he saw you.
you had to be doing it on purpose. dressed in a flimsy cami top that he could easily rip off with a claw, and shorts that rode up your delectable thighs as you sat curled up on the couch. the way your tied-up hair left your décolleté exposed and disappointingly unmarked.
satoru could fix that. he could sink his fangs into your prized flesh, blooming bruises across your skin, mark every inch of visible skin to claim—
he adjusted his uncomfortable erection. no relief.
fuck it.
you tried to resume your show, but the looming presence of the snow leopard hybrid made you hyper-vigilant. he's never stayed out this long, nor stared at you like you were a whole meal. it was as if his elusive aura wrapped around the entire apartment whenever he came around. it made you curious, in various ways you didn't dare entertain.
his room was probably too hot to handle, and he needed some relief.
relief indeed.
unable to stand the silence any longer, you craned your head to where he was supposed to be in the kitchen, only to find him standing right in front of you, his pupils like eclipses.
you jolted, grasping the cushions below so you didn't fly from the very earth from being scared shitless. you needed to get him a bell or something.
"fuck— sorry, you scared me. you okay, satoru?" you asked, swallowing thickly.
wordlessly, satoru plops down to his knees right in front of you. your scent, slightly salty, something rich, made his mind go static.
your eyes widen, and you sit up pin straight. you were expecting anything but that.
closer, you can see the furious flush coloring his cheeks red, the hair clinging to his forehead from sweat, the sheen glistening upon his shirtless torso. your cheeks sting as you watch his abdominals flex with every heaved breath, heavier and quicker than normal. and further down—
you don't dare rationalize what you just witnessed.
"satoru— you don't look very well... do you need—"
he was purring. purring and rubbing his head against your legs, ears twitching as they made contact with your bare skin. his white hair was incredibly soft, tickling your shins. you didn't know what to do. why was he acting so strange? this sudden affection, his spiked temperature... it wasn't just the heat.
you sputtered, ears hot, "s-satoru, what are you---"
"i need help... this is so embarrassing," satoru said. his voice was low and strangely vulnerable. "fuck, i need you. please."
huh?
suddenly, everything clicked. the dilated pupils, the quick pulse, heavy breathing, high temperature---
shit. it was spring season. and it's not like the snow leopard had a partner to help with this, either.
this put you in a very bad place.
to make matters worse, satoru was sliding his hands up your calves and dragging himself closer, his crotch making contact with your leg.
shame went right out the door once he felt it. relieving pressure right at your feet.
an experimental roll of his hips had a quiet moan slipping from his pouty lips, his head nestling on your knees to hide his rosy face. his forehead was burning as it made contact with your skin.
you could barely breathe. this was wrong, wasn't it? you were giving this hybrid a home, taking care of his needs.
all cognizant thoughts were shattered right through when satoru grinded his erection right up against you again, and he propped his head up on your knees, lips pink from biting them, hair disheveled, his expression utterly ruined.
"help me, please."
well, taking care of his needs was your duty, after all.
satoru hated asking for help. it was simply not in his nature to do so, being a rather solitary hybrid.
so, when he got like this during his heat, he usually holed up in his room for the four days it lasted, curled up beneath the covers like a house cat, and tried to get through it the best he could.
he wasn't sure why he came to you for assistance. maybe because he could smell you from his room and it was fucking with him badly. maybe because you once told him he could come to you whenever he needed something.
maybe because, deep down, he was horribly attracted to you. and whenever he talked to you and you replied in that honey-sweet tone of yours, having to crane your head to gaze at his towering stature, he'd have to take a chastising cold shower immediately after to calm down.
maybe it wasn't just the heat making him act like a desperate whore.
satoru had waited for you to give him the go-ahead. a small nod was enough to have him kissing every available spot on your legs, his pearlescent fangs poking out as they got sloppier. his large hands paw your thighs apart, slipping between them to kiss further and further.
the rolling of his hips was insistent, a beg for release as his arousal grew near painful. soft moans left his mouth as he continued closer to the apex of your thighs, the doughy texture of your inner thighs giving him an irresistible urge to bite and suckle to his heart's content.
fuck, he was aimless. he had no idea how to proceed, where to go on besides clinging to you and humping your leg like a damn dog.
your teeth were tugging on your bottom lip as he placed those sinful kisses upon your skin, trying to mark you subconsciously. it was strangely pleasing, yet all the same not enough.
your hands threaded through his hair, brushing his ears. the sensation made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, an audible shudder leaving his lithe figure.
"satoru... touch me," you whispered, a hint of something dangerously close to titillation in your breathy voice.
that completely snapped him free of restraint.
in a blur, the light was shadowed by his broad shoulders, your body pushed into the cushions of the sofa, and your clothes were all but ripped off.
satoru didn't tease. didn't build up to anything.
he made sure you felt it all. the dark, primal instincts that were telling him to breed you, the lustful desires his boyish attraction to you had festered, how his thick fingers could reach deeper than any toy that you pretend satisfied you.
he pinned your legs down by your chest with one firm arm, keeping you defenseless to his merciless gestures.
satoru's rough, feline tongue made you twitch with every lap at your clit, his fingers driving into your fluttering walls with such intensity it had your eyes crossing. his purrs vibrated into your cunt as he latched onto your sopping cunt, groans languid and yet unsatisfied.
you were left scrambling to anchor yourself to the couch, hands grabbing hold onto the pillow on which your head rested on, your back bowing with each electric pulse satoru sent rushing up your spine.
you gasp as he plunges his digits deep inside of your cunt, curling right against the spongey spot that makes you keen. he does it over, and over again, relentless in making you feel.
"oh, god— satoru!" you cry, breath ripped straight from your lungs. your hand flails to find purchase, landing in his pale locks. his ears twitch as you pull roughly, whether to push him away or hold him closer, and he shivers.
it only serves to make his rhythm quicken, wet squelches echoing from your spilling hole as his fingers piston inside, your walls clenching desperately to halt the inevitable climax.
"you're clenching around me so tightly... you want it that bad, huh?" satoru was slurring. you bet he hardly knew what he was saying. his eyes are low, predatory as he gazes up at you, dangerous with lust.
"s-satoru, haah, please, slow down—" you beg indecisively, the pleasure so mind-shattering that your orgasm was quick to wash over you without warning.
you whine, legs straining against the weight he's beared down on you, head tossing back into the cushioning as he fingers you through the aftershocks, each wave seemingly stronger than the last. his pink muscle tongues at your over-sensitive bundle of nerves as if it was a bowl of milk, your cum adding a sweetened taste to your syrupy arousal.
"slow down?" satoru's grin is feral, entirely hungered as he watched your cunt quiver around his long fingers. "how could i when your perfect pussy is crying for me like this?"
he continued fucking you through your orgasm, playing with your overwhelmed clit, your hypersensitive nerves sent into overdrive. your moans turn whiny, writhing away from his ruthless hands.
“please, satoru— it’s too much… ‘m too sensitive, ah—” your hand grabs his wrist, shakily trying to push him away.
the look he gives you is enough to make your breath halt. “move your hand.” the demand is low, borderline territorial.
you listen, your heart pounding in your ears. your babbling incoherently, knuckles whitening with how tightly you hold onto the cushions.
satoru throws you into another toe-curling orgasm, making you squeal his name with tears brimming your eyes. while you’re trying to collect yourself, he kisses your mound, then all the way up your body, gnawing teasingly at your flesh as if he wanted to eat you up.
he pulls you into a deep, unadulterated kiss, a mix of teeth and spit and tongue. it's messy, intense, and you find yourself moaning into his mouth. his body presses against yours, bare chest to chest, your legs wrapping around his waist.
satoru is drunk on your taste. he whines without realizing it, all thoughts beside you faded from his mind. his hips grind against yours, rubbing his clothed erection against your sodden pussy. your thighs clench around his waist, the friction making you sigh.
he easily picks you up from the couch, not breaking the kiss once as he takes you to his bedroom. kicking the door shut. he slowly lowers you down to the mattress, a stark contrast to how he was making it his goal to completely ravish you.
“shit,” satoru almost growls into the clasp of your kiss, the sound entirely animalistic. “need you. need you so bad. please, please—”
you gently run up your fingers along his heated back, the muscles rippling with pleasure as you do so, moving to hold the back of his nape. you pull away from the kiss, foreheads resting against each other. intimate. a grounding gesture.
“take what you need,” you whisper.
that’s enough for satoru, enough for him to push himself off of you, blown-out pupils holding your gaze as he pulls down his boxers, bare to you. his cock is flushed, painfully so. the curve making the veins that run along his shaft apparent. he’s hard, and has been for so damn long, he’s surprised he hasn’t gone insane.
you sit up, somewhat in a daze. you grab the length, pumping a few strokes along it. you almost felt bad.
“how long have you been like this?” you murmur, keeping your pace slow.
his long, white eyelashes flutter as his eyes shut, brows furrowing as a needy moan punches out of his lungs.
“fu— fuck, since… this morning,” satoru stammers. his hand reaches for your wrist, gently circling around it as if unsure whether to stop you or let you continue. “please, shit… need to be inside. wanna be inside. please.”
you don't resist. you lie back against the sheets, spreading your legs easily. he swallows, his eyes as wide as saucers. this was a sight better than anything he could ever be offered, better than any expensive goat meat you bought for him. his tail flicks behind him, heavy and unguarded. he crawls over to you as if he were stalking prey, slow and meticulous. he kisses your knee before shrouding you, pressing his lips to your pulse.
he lines himself up to your drooling hole, slowly sliding inside. the pressure is burning, his girth stretches your hole, making your pussy flutter from the sudden intrusion. you hiss, digging your nails into his shoulder.
“ah— it’s not gonna fit,” you gasp, keening as he slips past the ring of muscle, sucking him in deeper. satoru whimpers, trying to restrain himself from ramming his entire cock inside.
“shhh, shhh, it’ll fit. relax. you can take it.” he contains himself just enough to comfort you, sliding kisses across your collarbone, down to your nipples where he suckles and fondles your breasts to get you to relax.
he slowly rolls his hips, moving according to your comfort. you moan lowly, your hand migrating to tease his ears which has him purring.
once your walls are able to accommodate all of him, he is no longer gentle. he fucks you deep, hard enough to have the headboard smack the wall with each pronounced thrust. he is unabashedly loud. whining your name like a curse, whimpering when you clench around him, his spotty tail swinging wildly with his rigor.
tears are streaming down your face by then, your back bowing, nails digging into his back. your voice croaks from mewling his name, pitchy and cracking. what makes you really scream is when satoru grabs the backs of your knees, roughly pushing your legs down to your chest, pistoning deep enough to prod at your cervix.
“ah, ah—! s… ‘toru! so fucking deep, ngh!” every noise you make is punctuated by his relentless thrusts, each pressing you into the mattress.
“fuck… oh, fuckkk… you're clenching around me, haah, yesyesyes!” satoru babbles, lost in the wet sloshes of your pussy. it's so much yet not enough all in the same. he wants more, craves more, he wants to absorb himself in you and your scent and god—
he wants to make you his.
the thought curls darkly in his mind, roiling with hormones and earnest want. it makes his pace impossibly faster, with energy you thought would be at least toned down from effort. as if in reaction to his revelation, his tail wraps across your abdomen, fur tickling you with its claim.
he lets out a growly moan, sucking on your collarbone, plunging deeper inside of you, hitting your sweet spot with mind-numbing precision.
“oh, my god— ohmygodohmygod— shit! right there, don't stop!” you whine, meeting his thrusts with a small cant of your hips. your legs quiver in his grasp, gratification rattling your nerves. satoru lets out a groan, his face dipping into the crook of your neck, small whimpers falling directly into your ear while he suckles on your shoulder.
“feel so… hngh, good— g-gonna make you mine. hm? say you're mine, please.” his words hardly register in your head, but you are nodding regardless, nails clawing at his back with every push of his cock. a sharp twinge pinches the skin of your shoulder, satoru's feline fangs biting into flesh. it makes you gasp, a broken moan erupting from your lips.
“ah— ah! i’m yours, yours, mngh—” those words only serve to make satoru’s thrusts grow sloppy, his tip kissing your sweet spot with each deep plunge.
it was filthy, entirely primal— and yet intensely passionate.
“‘m gonna cum— shit, shit, i’m cumming, yes!” he spills into your velvet walls with a choked sob, spurts of thick white painting your walls. he clings onto you, fucking you through your own release, indistinct sweet nothings purring into your ears as he kisses you along your collarbone.
“so good f’me… pretty girl, doing so well. love you, love you…” he pulled you into a kiss, one that asserted you weren't leaving this bed for a while…
minutes fade into merciless hours. even after making you orgasm so much you nearly forgot your own name, satoru's stamina seemed limitless. it was as if he was trying to carve his very existence into you with each thrust of his cock, as if it was his single goal to imprint on you. which, it probably was; deep marks littered your skin, bite marks plentiful on across your shoulders.
not to mention the way he had flipped you every which way just to stuff you full of his cum. the sheets beneath you were evidence, his seed dripping out of your tired hole, parts of the fabric ripped from satoru’s claws trying to find purchase.
after you grew too tired to hold yourself up, he laid both of you down on your sides, his fervent thrusts becoming messy grinds of his hips, though they were just as eager.
satoru was barely comprehensible. moaning your name, soft cries leaving his kiss-swollen lips when he bottomed out. his voice became a hoarse whisper as he murmured praises into your ear, biting and licking at the skin just below.
“hnghhh… you feel so good, wanna keep you like this forever, mngh… you're fucking amazing,” he groans, forehead sweltering hot as he presses it against your shoulder. his hand moves from its place at your stomach, fondling your breast, eliciting a tired whine from you.
“‘toru… can't… i can’t, it's too much,” you say, legs still shaking from your previous climaxes.
he hushes you tenderly, thumb rubbing over your receptive nipple while he litters kisses on your shoulder. “shhh, you can. one more, okay? can you do that for me?”
his fingers tease your skin as he lowers to the apex of your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. you let out a low moan, head leaning back against his chest.
“cum for me, pretty girl.” he rolls his hips right into the spongey part of your walls, your shuddering release washing over you.
satoru’s comes not too long after, a growly whimper muffled by your skin that he presses his lips against. the base of his shaft is frothy with your mixed releases, a sinful vision that has him rearing for more. yet, with the way your body slumps against him, rationality slightly unfogs his heat-addled mind.
you needed rest. and to be cleaned up.
with a few kisses to your heated skin and murmurs of praise, satoru lays you down, leaving to retrieve a warm, damp cloth. he cleans you, the gesture oddly intimate. after tossing the towel away, he crawls over to you, pressing his cheek against your chest as he plops himself on top of you, strong arms enwrapping your waist.
you are just barely conscious enough to hear:
“think you can take a few days off work? might be like this a while.”
18+ you’re ovulating and snow leopard!satoru just wants to help ꜀(^. . ^꜀ )੭
the apartment smelled like vanilla candles and something way too sweet—your ovulation hitting peak, flooding the air like a neon sign that screamed “breed me.” satoru’s ears twitched the second he stepped through the door, tail puffing up behind him when he caught a whiff of the scent before he could stop it. he froze in the doorway, grocery bag crinkling in his grip, blue eyes wide.
you were on the couch in tiny sleep shorts and a hoodie that looks an awful lot like the one missing from his side of the closet, legs tucked under you, scrolling your phone like you hadn’t just turned his brain into static. his tail lashed once, twice, then curled tight around his own ankle in betrayal.
nope. not asking.
he was your boyfriend, sure, but he was also stubborn as hell. you’d cave first. but he figured you might need some signs first.
he tried hint number one that very evening.
“man, i’m soooo bored,” he announced, flopping dramatically across the entire couch so his head landed in your lap. his ears flicked against your stomach as he nuzzled into your thighs. “we should do something fun. like… build a blanket fort. and then maybe stay in it for nine months, or whatever.”
you blinked down at him. “nine months?”
“long game, baby. commitment builds character.” he grinned up at you, zero subtlety, tail thumping the cushions like an excited drum.
you snorted and poked his forehead. “weirdo.”
hint number two came after dinner. satoru had been extra clingy all evening, tail constantly brushing your calves under the table. now he was “helping” you load the dishwasher, which mostly meant crowding you against the counter and watching what you were doing with his chin hooked on your shoulder.
he leaned in close, voice dropping into that silky purr he knew made your knees weak. “you know what would be really relaxing after a long day? some deep, thorough stretching. the kind that leaves you all warm and full and glowing. i’m excellent at stretching, by the way. top tier. its practically in my dna.”
you raised an eyebrow, handing him a mug. “yoga again?”
“something like that,” he said, ears perking hopefully. his tail curled around your thigh for half a second before loosening again. “very… intimate yoga. private lessons only.”
you laughed and ducked under his arm to grab the dish soap. “pass, last time we tried yoga you complained about muscle cramps for a week.”
hint number three arrived near midnight. you were brushing your teeth innocently when he appeared in the bathroom doorway wearing nothing but sweatpants slung dangerously low on his hips. the fluffy tip of his tail kept flicking back and forth like a metronome set to “horny.”
he held up a little bottle of massage oil he’d clearly just bought when he went outside with the excuse of grabbing mail, shaking it with way too much enthusiasm. “heard this stuff is great for sore muscles. especially lower back and… inner thighs. thought we could test it. you’ve been looking a little tense lately. i could work it in real slow. make sure every inch gets taken care of.”
you spat toothpaste and gave him a look in the mirror. “satoru.”
“what? i’m being helpful! boyfriend of the year material right here.” he wiggled the bottle, ears doing that cute little twitch they always did when he was trying too hard. “maybe that yoga idea from earlier could work well with this too!”
“is there something you’re trying to tell me, toru?”
“no! not at all. why would you think that?”
you rinsed your mouth with a short laugh and patted his cheek on the way out.
hint number four was subtler, or at least he thought it was. the next morning he made breakfast— pancakes shaped like little hearts, because he was nothing if not extra. but the real giveaway was the way he kept “accidentally” bumping his hips against yours while you reached for syrup, his tail sneaking around your waist to pull you closer.
“these pancakes are pretty good, right?” he asked, voice casual. too casual. “soft. warm. perfect for filling up on. you should eat more, actually. gotta keep your strength up for… activities. lots of energy needed later.”
you forked a bite and eyed him over the table. his ears were practically vibrating.
“activities,” you repeated. “care to share what you’ve planned?”
he nodded so fast his white hair flopped into his eyes. “mhm. cardio. endurance training. maybe i can pin you down and—”
“satoru.”
he stuffed an entire pancake in his mouth to shut himself up.
by day three he was a mess. you came home from running errands to find a sheet of paper stuck to the fridge with a heart-shaped magnet. in a sparkly bright blue gel pen, obviously, were two neat columns written his familiar handwriting.
you read it twice, lips twitching.
soft footsteps padded behind you. satoru leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, ears flat against his snowy hair like he was bracing for rejection. his tail betrayed him completely, swishing in hopeful little figure-eights across the floor.
you folded the list neatly and turned to face him.
he swallowed. “so… verdict?”
you stepped closer, sliding your hands up his chest until your fingers brushed the soft base of his ears. they flicked under your touch, then angled forward, greedy for more.
“you’re the most ridiculous boyfriend on the planet,” you told him, voice soft.
his shoulders drooped. “that’s a no—”
“it’s a yes, satoru.”
the change was instant. his ears shot straight up, pupils blowing wide, and that massive tail exploded into full fluffed mode before wrapping around your waist so fast it nearly lifted you off your feet.
“finally,” he breathed, scooping you up like you weighed nothing. the purr that rolled out of his chest was loud enough to rattle the fridge magnets. “three whole days, baby. i was running out of hints. i almost resorted to writing it on the ceiling in glow-in-the-dark stars.”
you laughed as he carried you down the hall toward the bedroom, legs wrapped around his hips. “you could’ve just asked like a normal person.”
“where’s the fun in that?” he nuzzled into your neck, sharp teeth grazing skin in a promise. “though i really thought you’d get the hint much earlier.”
“the nine months in a blanket fort gave it away, actually,” you held back a laugh when he looked so surprised, unable to stop yourself from planting a kiss on his part lips. “you’re not exactly james bond, babe.”
he kicked the bedroom door shut behind you, the click of the lock sounding very final. when he laid you down on the bed his eyes were practically glowing, ears forward, tail curling possessively around your ankle.
“gonna take such good care of you,” he murmured, already tugging your hoodie over your head with reverent hands. “fill you up nice and deep, just like you need. keep you warm and full until that sweet scent goes away… or maybe a little longer. who knows.”
you reached up to scratch behind his ears, watching them flutter in bliss. “my stubborn kitty.”
“your stubborn kitty,” he agreed, grinning and leaning down to kiss you again.
my interpretation of how he’d write yes i took the time to make that stupid note and it was a lot harder than i thought it would be >_<
synopsis - finally you decided to adopt a new friend at the adoption centre! only, he wants to be more that friends…
warnings - p in v, brief oral sex (fem receiving) unprotected sex, slight manipulation(?) creampie, shitty smut, petname: master used mockingly, not thoroughly proofread, talk of potential children, lowk masochist gojo, ect ect. fem reader
notes - yay I finally got this out! lol it honestly did get a bit sloppy at the end but I wanted to get this out b4 christmas!enjoy! the smut is lowkey short but I don’t want to fix it..
edit - I just realised I posted this on his death date
Phew, you did it.
You finally grew a pair and adopted a newly rescued snow-leopard hybrid! After months of your self-pitying you managed to convince yourself to adopt a friend!
You spent many, many hours contemplating on whether to actually adopt. And many hours more watching sad videos on hybrids, how mistreated they are out of the adoption centre.
That was more than enough to convince you.
Now you have an exotic hybrid of your own! And he’s just the cutest little—er big thing! He’s got fluffy little ears, a handsome face, striking blue eyes, and the fluffiest tail in the world!
You’ve learnt a lot about him. His name is Satoru Gojo, around the same age as you! Unfortunately, he spent a lot of his life in illegal fighting rings. Poor thing almost got killed a while back. Luckily, his caretakers at the agency have had no aggression problems with him! He’s affectionate, friendly, reckless at times, but overall great to have as a first time owner!
He’s really—really big. His head just about reaches the ceiling of your small apartment. It's gonna be hard finding clothes for the man. Let alone a bed.
But that’s all a problem for future you!
Packing him in the car was a hefty thing, his tallness being the main problem, a little cramped (he had to lay half his body on the floor) but it worked in the end!
As soon as you bought the little—uh, big critter home, you pampered him with affections. Petting his head, rubbing his ears, scratching under his chin all that stuff that makes him mushy in the brain!
The only problem would be leaving him alone… he’s fairly clingy. You’ll just have to work on that. He seems capable enough. Hopefully…
Note to self: get a baby cam.
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Maybe this was a mistake.
Satoru’s a really good guy, he’s friendly, definitely affectionate and really clingy. All good qualities that you love about him!
But, there are qualities you come to… dislike, so to say.
He’s bratty. defiant against your house rules, a back-talker.
He always wants attention. Pushing things off counters or using his tail to block your eyes whenever he wants to annoy you.
He’s very manipulative. Using his wide eyes to trick you—or anyone—into giving him sweets!
He’s also unbearably horny, probably his worst trait. Always trying to rub against you, heck even mount you! For someone so angelic-looking, he sure ain’t an angel.
And you can name a couple of… embarrassing incidents.
Incident #1
“Hey—Toru! What are you doing, stop that!” You shout, trying to push him back and away from— wait, are those your panties he has in your mouth!
“Satoru! Bad boy, get those out of your mouth!” You splutter, face flushing red.
But, apparently you adopted the devil.
He tilts his head in an innocent way, ears flopping to the side as he deviously munches on your precious—and very expensive—underwear.
You try to wrestle them away from his maw, unlucky for you, you’ve also adopted an abnormally tall hybrid. His innocent act drops as he dangles them above your head, laughing at your embarrassment.
Of course, he gave it back. Not without it slicked in his spit and now turned crotchless.
It was… not a great moment for you or your hopes of being dominant over him.
Incident #2
It’s a nice sunny morning, you got up earlier than your alarm, made a nice breakfast, and finally got that darned work assignment finished.
A peaceful day.
Until your precious kitty takes his biting urges on you.
“Satoru, do-don’t bite meee!” You whine, once again trying to push away the snarky beast. God, why must he be twice your size.
He chuffs, pining you with his weight as he nibbles at your skin. Tail swaying mischievously behind him.
“Mn—be still, lemme jus’…” He whispers. Devious man he is. His nibbling becomes full-blown bites, decorating your neck and collarbone in a bazillion bite marks.
Satoru only giggles at your pathetic attempts of squirming away. Pfft, you think he’ll let you walk away? Nothing gets away from his keen eyes.
Needless to say, the bite marks were not a fashion statement at work. Didn’t really capture as many complements as it did laughter.
Note to self: Invest in a muzzle.
Incident #3
Now, maybe this is your fault. You did notice the change in behaviour, he’s always been clingy— the staff at the agency did say he was… the possessive type. But! You didn’t notice the possessiveness until now! So it’s not entirely your fault.
Okay, maybe his growling at your friend— male, should you note— was a teensy red flag, the constant butting of his head against you was also alerting you. So you maybe-sorta-should’ve predicted this.
Maybe if you realised that Satoru is not entirely human (even though he acts like it), you would’ve remembered he has an amazing sense of smell.
“aaahnn… mornin’ Toru’, how did you sleep hm?” you yawn. The lack of response is unnerving, and rude.
“Hey now, ts’ not nice to ignore me, Satoru.” Again silence, wait—what the-?
“Oof! Satoru—gah!—get off!” You struggle, your overgrown hybrid kitty has decided to pounce on you, his full weight crushing you.
“H-hey—oh!” Did.. did you feel that correctly, is your boy.. oh gosh.
“Mrrow…mn, you smell s’ good.” His breath is hot against your neck, sniffing at your throat, his fuzzy ears rubbing under your chin.
“Mnh—heat, in heat? mrr..” He purrs, big hands encasing yours as the big idiot rocks his hips against your backside— oh my.
“H-huh? No, down Satoru! Bad boy—ooh!—don-don’t!” You try not to moan out as he ruts against you. Licking at the nape of your neck, almost mockingly.
“Heh— shh, I’ll take care of ya. Aw’ you’re so small compared to me..” Satoru breathes, chuckling like he always does.
…
Lets just say, Satoru has become real good friends with the spray bottle.
Note to self: Get him neutered.
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And there are way more incidents as… sexual as these ones. You love the big guy, he’s cuddly, got a fuzzy head, really warm, but he seems to really enjoy mounting you. Like, really badly.
He’s become a menace! I mean, you knew he wasn’t neutered, but you didn’t think he’d be interested in you!
It's almost everyday he tries to get in your pants! Gotta hand it to him, he’s really persistent.
Well, you won’t be taking any of his nonsense today!
“Satoru! Breakfast!” You yell out. You hear him scurrying around the corner, jeez food fein.
“Heh, mm waffles..” He purrs at your feet, nuzzling against the back of your knee.
He wraps his tail around your ankle, hands gently kneading at your leg. Nose twitching at the sugary smells.
“You hungry, sweetie?” You coo, petting the big oafs head.
Awh, maybe you’re being too harsh on him. He’s your baby, he doesn’t know any better!
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Oh who were you kidding, of course he knows what he’s doing! Why are you so gullible?
What was supposed to be a nice, calm, peaceful, non-sexual breakfast, ends up with your mischievous kitty munching on your pussy instead!
He’s got your legs up, knees having small-talk to your shoulders whilst he —quite literally— devours you.
“Satoruuu!— don’t do thaah! Oh!” You squeak. You weakly push on his head, trying to get him away from your front.
Unfortunately, Satoru is a determined cat.
“Mnn, be still. M’ hungry.” He purrs between your legs, the vibrations of his voice send tingles up your spine.
For Satoru, that delicious nectar leaking out of you is heavenly. Until this thin, pathetic piece of fabric ruins his meal. If only he could just…
rripp!
“H-huh? S’toru! Those were expensiveee— haa!” You scold. well, try to. It’s hard to speak when you’re literally breathless.
He tongues at your now naked pussy, slurping all that gooey goodness you so graciously produce. So sweet.
He pulls back, your cunt and his mouth connected by a sloppy string of spit. He coo’s and presses a kiss hard against your clit, making you twitch and moan.
Out of the corner of your eye you see the devil incarnate smiling so sweetly, his tail curling around your ankle. What was once a sweet gesture is now no longer reassuring.
Your ‘innocent’ kitty now has free rein to your more… primal parts. The stronger scent pulls on Satoru’s will, he whines at the sudden, yet aggressive urge to bury himself inside you.
Hmm maybe he should.
Hoisting himself up, Satoru leans back on his calves, admiring the little mess he’s made of you. Flushed red, panting, drooling, and completely high on the pleasure. His pants tighten.
He’s been blessed with such a cute owner!
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Plap! Plap! Plap!
“Haa— d’aww don’t be so shy, master. Heh—fhuck!” Said the devil incarnate, mockingly.
Satoru is a condescending bunch, cute but really full of himself. It’s shows in his way of fucking.
He has you on your back, legs resting on his broad shoulders as he literally folds you in half. Your head is just reeling, your face is covered in his spit, hairline all sweaty, jaw hanging open, and you're burning all over!
His cock is big, too big. It nearly split you in half when he tried to fit it in. He’s never been a patient kitty.
“Awhhh— masterrrr, you’re tightenin’ up sho’ muchhh…” He purrs. Tail swaying mockingly.
Leaning forward, Satoru nuzzles his ears against your cheek, wanting to be pet.
Unfortunately, you’re incoherent to his requests. Too focused on the harsh rutting of his cock into your sticky cunt.
“Heyyy… pet meee,” He whines, “Hm? Heh— tappin’ out already?” His eyes gleam with mischievous-ness as he grins a toothy grin. You’re not gonna make it out alive.
He bites his lip, giggling at your pleasured face. If only he could take a picture, save this moment forever. He cups your face, caressing your sweaty cheeks, then presses a loving kiss to your lips.
“Mwah! Hehe— you’re so cute,” He whispers against your lips.
In midst of this somewhat sweet moment, the pace of Satoru rolling his hips against you increases. Then turning into him full on slamming his hips into yours, huffing as he focuses on pounding you into next week.
All you can do is grip onto him, tugging on his ears. He moans pornographically, drooling as you harshly grip his sensitive ears. The painful yet pleasant sensation sparks something new in Satoru.
With the intent to breed, Satoru turns you over. His chest to your back as he leans his weight on you, arms wrapping tightly around your sweaty skin.
This new position gives Satoru a better chance at giving you some cute mini him’s!
“Oh! Oh!—Toruuu’!” You squeal, tears now brimming in your eyes at the overwhelming feeling that is undoubtedly him.
Without warning, you cum. Hole clenching and spasming and coating his lower body in a translucent liquid.
“Hm—hah— I knew you wan—ahn—wanted me!” He mewls, quickly pounding in and out, creating a wet ‘schlick!’ sound.
Oh you’re so perverted! Letting your precious kitty take you like this!
You’ll never live this down.
Satoru doesn’t seem to care.
“Oooh— m’ cumming, nng— masterrr!” He moans, non-stop humping into your creamy pussy, drooling all over you.
“Not—not insideee! Toru’!” You cry out, pushing your hips back to get him off of you, it does the opposite.
His tail wraps around your thigh as he cums. It splurts frantically inside of you, his cock twitching violently as he whines in pleasure.
It’s hot, sticky and definitely a thick load. It feels endless, liquidy rope after rope. But it feels so refreshing.
He pulls out (you didn’t think he would), nuzzling and purring at the nape of your neck. Innocently licking at your tear-stricken cheeks.
…
It’s been so long since you last experienced this pleasure.
You’ll definitely regret this later.
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Oh god, why did you do that!
Having sex with a hybrid is just a different type of low, even for you!
Oh jeez, you're just as perverted as him! Oh whywhywhywhy! He was just supposed to be a companion! Not a—
“Mrr, pet meee..” Satoru whines, pawning at your chest. He’s back to his old self again.
Mostly. He’s become more… confident in his abilities over you. Let’s just say after your regrettable (not in his eyes) playtime with him, he has no restraint on mounting you now. The idiots even started humping you in public!
Which is why you’ve been leaving him at home.
Now more than ever, you two spend a lot of time together. Mostly consisting of naps, him licking you, more naps, eating… recreational activities, blah blah blah. He now sleeps on your bed, he’s more like an overstayed one night stand than an exotic cat.
｡✧mean!nerdjo punishing his even meaner girlfriend! ✧｡
Summary: You've been secretly dating geeky Satoru Gojo for three months now, playing up your mean-girl act towards him just to keep your peers unassuming. This was simply unacceptable, and you'll have to make it up to your boyfriend in the best way you could
Satoru Gojo’s grip tightened in your hair, yanking your head forward as he drove his hips up, forcing his cock deep into your throat. You gagged hard, the thick shaft stretching your glossy lips wide. Saliva dripping down your chin while his heavy balls slapped against your skin with each rough thrust. It wasn't some gentle blowjob you were giving him.
No, Satoru was fucking your face like he owned it. All that anger from earlier boiling over into vulgar domination. Tears blurred your vision, but you still took his length perfectly. and sucking as best you could around the invasion.
“Say y're sorry,” he growled, voice thick as he began pulling back just enough for you to breathe before slamming in again. “Apologize properly! Fucking your throat while you apologize to me? Y’have zero decorum!”
The words came out garbled, your mouth full. “Mmph..I'm... sorry. T-Toru, please...” He just laughed instead of any sense of sympathy you were expecting. Thrusting faster as his free hand clamped down on your shoulder to keep you steady on your knees.
The dorm room reeked of his body spray mixed with precum. Posters of old mecha-animes peeling at the edges on the walls and empty Monster cans cluttering his desk. His laptop hummed softly in the corner. Probably still open to some physics sim or Digimon wiki. But none of that mattered right now. This was the real Satoru. The one hidden behind the awkward nerd facade everyone at college knew.
You'd been seeing him like this for a good three months now. Sneaking around as his secret girlfriend while being the stereotypical popular girl someone like him would probably never stand. He was all stutters and geek talk out there, rambling about quantum mechanics or why Magnamon was the best digivolved partner. While you were giggling with your friends. Manicured nails raised to cover your lips as you gossiped with them. Someone just had to humble a vapid girl like you!
That’s why behind closed doors he turned out to be a total sadistic psycho! To be fair, you weren’t stopping this. You pushed his buttons on purpose, acting like a total bitch whenever your clique was around. You couldn’t help but encourage his superiority complex. Nothing turned you on more than when he “put you in your place”
It started that morning in the lecture hall. A kind of place where the seats creaked and the air felt stuffy from too many bodies packed in. You were lounging with your usual crew, those girls who trailed after you, giggling at your comments about the latest gossip magazines. Your skirt riding up your thighs as you perched on a desk, you spotted Satoru shuffling in, his white hair tousled, glasses slipping down his nose, backpack slung low like he carried the weight of the world.
In front of the class, he was pathetic, really. The guy who'd blush if you even looked at him too long, only speaking up to correct the prof on some equation or geek out over digital worlds. Your friends rolled their eyes whenever he opened his mouth. But you knew the truth. The hookups in your car after late-night study sessions, the way he'd pin you down and make you beg.
Today, you went too far. As he walked past your group, head down avoiding eye contact, you extended your leg just right. His foot caught, and down he went, sprawling across the floor with a thud. Papers scattered, his glasses clattered off, and the room erupted in snickers. Your friends lost it, howling as “Oops! Clumsy much, weirdo?”
He flushed crimson, scrambling to gather his things, muttering about friction coefficients like it was no big deal. But when his eyes met yours, hidden behind the recovering lenses, you saw the storm brewing. Blue and icy, promising payback.
You wished he understood you just had to do this! Your excuses about needing his brain for homework hadn't been cutting it this time. Tripping him in front of everyone? Unfortunately tripping him was straight-up disrespect, and he wasn't letting it slide. His text buzzed your phone right after class.
Toru-baby: My room. Five minutes. Or I'll drag you there myself in front of all your friends.
You'd barely knocked before he hauled you inside, door slamming shut. No hello, no bullshit. Straight to the wall, his body pressing you hard against it, mouth crashing on yours in a bruising kiss. 'You think you can embarrass me like that?' he'd hissed, hands already shoving your skirt up.
“F-fake bitches laughing while you trip your own boyfriend? Y-yeah…you're gonna pay right now!”
He'd forced you to your knees then, unzipping his pants with trembling fingers fueled by rage. His cock springing free, hard and leaking. No warm-up, no teasing. Just his hand fisting your hair and guiding you down, making you take him inch by inch until your nose pressed against his pelvis.
That was how you ended up where you were now. Girthy cock in your mouth, throat contracting as you took him even deeper. Satoru’s pace quickened, grunts filling the air as he chased his release. “Swallow it all, baby! That's how you make it right f’me…”
You simply nodded while working around him. The burn mixing with a twisted ache between your legs. He tensed, a low curse escaping, and then he was cumming. Thick ropes pulsing down your throat. You swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop, even as he held you flush against him, grinding out the last of it.
Finally, he eased back, cock slipping free with a wet pop, a trail of spit connecting you for a beat before he smeared it across your lips with his tip. “There, I guess you’re forgiven... But don't test me again.” His voice softened a fraction, thumb brushing your cheek almost tenderly. However the glint in his eyes said he was far from done.
You rocked back on your heels, throat raw, wiping your mouth as you looked up at him. The carpet bit into your knees, and your panties were soaked, clit throbbing from neglect. “T-Toru...” It came out whiny, needy, and he smirked, knowing exactly what you wanted.
“C’mon now, pretty girl. Up on the bed.” He hauled you to your feet, shoving you toward the mattress piled with wrinkled clothes and a forgotten controller. You landed on your back, skirt bunched around your waist, and he was on you in seconds, stripping off his shirt to reveal the toned chest he kept hidden under his hoodies.
He pinned your hands above your head with one large palm, the other yanking your top open, buttons scattering. His mouth latched onto your breast, teeth grazing the nipple hard enough to make you arch and gasp. “Y’love this, don't ya? Acting like a bitch out there just to get fucked like one.” He bit down, soothing with his tongue after, then switched sides, leaving dark marks that'd bloom into bruises.
His hand trailed lower, fingers hooking into your panties and tearing them off with a rip. Cool air hit your wetness, and you squirmed, but he slapped your inner thigh, the sting sharp. “Stay still. Or you’re not getting shit!”
You bit your lip, nodding, and he rewarded you by sliding two fingers inside, thick and curling right against that spot. You moaned, hips bucking, but he pinned you firmer, pumping slow at first, then faster, thumb flicking your clit. “So fucking wet from sucking me off. Pathetic.”
The build was intense, your walls clenching around his digits, but he pulled out right as you teetered on the edge, making you whine in frustration. “Please, I-I’m gonna-“ He chuckled, dark and satisfied, positioning himself between your legs. "Y-you're not gonna cum, ah- fuck unless it's on my dick you got that?!"
You nodded as his cock, still slick from your mouth, nudged your entrance before he thrust in deep, filling you completely. You cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. He didn't hold back, hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm, the bed creaking under the force.
One hand stayed on your wrists, the other wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse race, vision spotting. “Mine,” he grunted, pounding harder, skin slapping skin. “No more humiliating me in public. Do that shit again and I'll bend you over in the bathroom. Let your friends hear from the stall how depraved you are!”
The threat only pushed you higher, your body tightening, orgasm crashing over you in waves. You came with a scream, nails digging into his back where you could reach, and he followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you.
He collapsed beside you, both panting, his arm draping over your waist possessively. For a minute, the room was quiet, just your breathing syncing up. Then he murmured, “Heard the new Digimon trailer dropped. We should watch it later.” Like nothing happened.
You laughed softly, turning into him, the contrast in your dynamic hitting you every time. “Like I’d be seen watching that kiddy-shit Toru.”
Omg don’t come at me for the cringe ahh dialogue and it literally is js bad porno
tysm @6x-x9 for the proofreaading!!
anyways I js like the idea of fratjo being the sub and nerdjo being the dom yk, js switch it up a bit. and yeah i said this would be out days ago but what r U gonna do abt it?? NOTHING
“Do you want blue-eyed babies running rampant across Tokyo Tech for the next five years or do you have even a sliver of self-control?”
Gojo outwardly smirks at your miffed state, massive hands splayed over your supple thighs on the counter of the staff kitchen, the flushed tip of his pale cock brushing through your silky folds teasingly. It seems that your body is giving away just how much you need him, too. “Impeccable timing, sweetheart, because today’s our lucky day. I’ve got the perfect solution for us,” he purrs, and you aren’t all that thrilled knowing the sort of mischief he tangos with.
But you give in anyway. Because he’s Gojo Satoru.
His lips latch onto the column of your throat, and it isn’t long until you feel him pressing into your pulsing entrance, slathered in your leaking arousal.
But something’s off.
“G-Gojo…? What is that?” You quiz with a whine, head tossed back as he laps at your jawline, right where he knows you’re sensitive after years of working by his side and fucking you in his apartment to watch you come undone time after time.
“Little trick I came up w-with, jerking off to those sexy little pictures you sent when I was on that mission in Hokkaido,” he grunts out, thumbs digging bruises into the plush of your thighs as he buries himself to the hilt. “You know how much I can’t work through a quickie with a rubber.” The pout that hangs off his lower lip is all theatrics—the man just likes going at it raw.
You squirm, legs trembling, walls fluttering around his massive size. And then it clicks, because you know Gojo Satoru, and his pullout game is tragically weak.
“There’s no way…”
“Yes way.”
He cups a hand over your mouth as he starts rutting into you, your whines muffled lest some poor employee makes their way into the room, your skull knocking into the cabinet behind your head.
Your eyes are rolling back into their sockets as you piece together that Gojo is using his Infinity around his dick.
A makeshift condom of sorts.
The prominent lines bulging down his length drag against your gummy walls, his technique rounded out so thin and so precise that in a cockdrunk state, you probably wouldn’t have even noticed he had it activated.
But right now, you feel him everywhere.
“C’mon,” he bites down on your collarbone, the low timbre of his tone sending sparks darting up your spine. “Beg me to fill you up raw.”
His vulgar words punch a whimper from you, your legs ensnaring his tapered waist while you clench around him involuntarily. You can’t get a sound out, muffled whines sounding against his soft palm.
Moments later, when the lights above you fade and flicker as his orgasm careens into him and stars bloom behind your eyelids, does he spill inside of you.
But not really inside of you. Just inside of the infinite barrier he managed to keep up after he came.
Once he catches his breath, he pulls out, a thick layer of seed around his cock and held tight against it with his technique.
You hold back a snicker as he fumbles around with his shaft.
“What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” he muttered, mostly to himself as he waddles around the room.
And of course, when your situation couldn’t get any weirder, does Ijichi push his way into the staff lounge—spluttering apologies with flushed cheeks, trying to avert his gaze from your hiked up pencil skirt and Gojo’s dick on the verge of leaking onto the linoleum floors.
꣑ৎ fighting with satoru leads to him forcing you to ride him
The last thing you wanted to do was get into an argument with your roommate and best friend. Yet you found yourself going back and forth with him & it didn’t look like it was coming to an end any time soon.
“I don’t understand how I’m not allowed to have boys over but you’re free to bring home girls, it’s totally unfair Satoru!” You yelled, voice turning raspy.
It’s been hours since this argument began and he was getting sick of it.
“The difference between us is that I didn’t invite that girl over to fuck, did I?” He shot back, a vein forming at his temple.
His hand reached up to his face, sliding off his glasses to set them aside on the counter. “I came home with her because we had a project to do and the library was closed. And you know this because I texted you earlier about it.”
“So? She was totally giving you bedroom eyes!”
“And what if she was? Doesn’t mean I gave in and started humping her like a dog in heat. I’m not that easy, sweets.”
But you were.
You were not about to give in because he used your favorite pet name, and you definitely weren’t going to allow him to see the effect it had on you.
“I don’t know why me bringing a boy over concerns you either.”
“Watch that tone.” He warned. His eyes have darkened enough to match the late night shadows seeping into the kitchen, rain being muffled by the windows. Your lip trembled, being utterly frustrated. It’s not like you even did anything with the guy, you just wanted to make him jealous – get back at him for inviting that girl over.
Satoru noticed your pout, sighing through his nose as all previous anger faded. “Baby.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” He closed in, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. “You love it when I use sweet names on you.”
You pulled away from his touch, still pissed. “We’re just roommates, that’s why.” That certainly got him to raise a brow, a slight tilt at his head as he took in your words. “Just roommates? Am I not your best friend? Am I not the one that makes you feel good?”
Your breath hitched, knowing what he was referring to.
You had come home stressed about some class and it didn’t help that it was ovulation week as well, making you all pent up. Thankfully, Satoru didn’t mind helping you out on the very counter he was leaning against. “What was your goal when you brought him over? To make me jealous? Get your pay back?”
Well, yes.
But you were not going to admit that so easily.
“If I hadn’t made it clear enough, sweets, you’re the only girl I want. Why would I be stupid to put my dick inside someone who isn’t you?” His vulgar words strike again at your inner core, forcing your thighs to clench.
“Satoru..” Your cheeks heated up.
“I’m going to ask you again, and you’re going to answer honestly. Are we just roommates?”
Of course not. Roommates don’t just allow the other to ride them like rabbits in heat the way you were doing right now. Your clothes were discarded on the floor, shaky hands rubbing up and down his abs all while he watched.
A smirk was lifting at his lips, enjoying the way you struggled to do all of the work. He wanted to touch your tits, give them the little kisses they deserved. But hearing you beg for his touch was far better.
“Please– I said I was s-sorry..” Your apologies fell upon deaf ears. This was your punishment after all. You could barely register your own pleas as his tip grazed your puffy folds. “You’re going to ride me and I’m not going to help for shit.”
And he kept his word because he hasn’t done anything more than letting out the occasional grunt. It was genuinely pissing you off.
“Please,” You tried again, leaving sloppy but sweet kisses on his lips that he didn't reciprocate. Not even when you picked up your pace or slowed it down did he react.
Nothing was working.
Not until he saw you begin to sob, hiding your pretty face in his neck did he soften up. “Hey, hey.. It’s okay, sweet girl. I forgive you, you did so good, took your punishment like the good girl you are. Don’t cry, you’re making me feel bad.” His expression softened, large hand rubbing the small of your back as he coo’ed in your ear at your hiccups.
You sniffled, chasing your nearing orgasm now that he praised you. “Am gonna cum..” You gasped, clawing at his back. Satoru fully wrapped his arms around you, bouncing you harshly on his lap. “Go ahead.”
White dots filled your sight when you spilled on his dick, legs trembling. He followed soon after, releasing deep in you. “Good job, baby. Don’t you ever think that shit again. I don’t want anyone but you, and it’s time to realize that.”
You nodded, placing your lips on his, finally receiving the kiss you needed.
᠀୧ your boyfriend choso accidentally puts aphrodisiacs in your cookies . . . oops!
you were already having a bad week. your alarm didn’t go off, you lost your favorite lipgloss, your laptop charger died… everything was making you irritated.
of course, choso noticed. he notices everything about you. he wanted to make you feel better. so, while you were at work, he decided to make you some cookies before you came home.
he didn’t know how to make them, but he knew they were your favorite sweet treat. whenever you went to a cafe or bakery with him, you’d always leave chewing on a classic chocolate chip cookie.
it took him a while to find the perfect recipe on the internet. he checked instagram and tiktok to find the kind you liked. soft, gooey, but crisp around the edges. when he finally found one, he didn’t waste any time heading to the kitchen and gathering everything he needed.
he was never really the type to cook or bake, but this was a simple, beginner friendly recipe. it wasn’t like he was making anything complicated like a cake or croissants. so he trusted himself. surely this would go completely fine and wouldn’t end with the house burned down and your mood even more sour.
he grabbed his bowls and measuring cups, then gathered his ingredients like white and brown sugar, salt, vanilla extract, butter, baking soda, eggs, and flour. everything was easy to find except the chocolate. eventually, he found an untouched chocolate bar sitting all the way in the back of the freezer as if it wasn’t supposed to be found. the packaging looked a little… promiscuous. but he didn’t think anything of it.
about an hour later, he took the cookies off the baking sheet, and they looked delicious. they tasted delicious too. he had to try one for himself before giving them to you. they were just how you liked them. golden, crispy around the edges but still soft and falling apart, with the rich chocolate flavor melting in his mouth. you’re going to love them.
twenty minutes later, you arrived. you were exhausted and ready to collapse into bed. as soon as you opened the door, your nose was greeted by the smell of something freshly baked. choso was sitting on the couch, watching tv. the second he saw you walk in, his face softened, and he practically rushed over to you.
“you’re finally home,” he said, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours.
your eyes widened, completely caught off guard. “mmph—choso! let me at least get inside first…” you mumbled against his lips.
“oh, sorry,” he said, giving you one more quick peck before stepping back. “i know you’ve been upset, so i decided to make some cookies for you,” he said, glancing at you while locking the door.
“aww, you did?” you asked, setting your purse on the living room table. you walked over and saw the mouthwatering cookies. choso came up behind you, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. “try one. i wanna know what you think,” he murmured near your ear.
“mkay, cho,” you said, looking up at him. you grabbed one of the cookies and took a bite, humming happily. “mmm! these taste so good, choso. i didn’t know you could bake like this.”
the compliment made his heart flutter. getting praised by you always made him feel like the best boyfriend ever. “they weren’t hard to make,” he said, leaning against the kitchen counter with a small smile as he watched you eat.
“did you go to the grocery store while i was gone?” you asked suddenly.
choso blinked. “what do you mean?”
“we don’t have chocolate. where did you get the chocolate from?”
his heart skipped a beat, and his brows furrowed in confusion. what do you mean we don’t have chocolate? he felt like he’d done something wrong, but he didn’t know what.
“uh… i got it from the freezer?” he said quietly.
you swallowed hard. he used your aphrodisiac chocolate in the cookies. the one you were trying to save for the weekend. your friend had given it to you so you could try it out with choso. sex with him was already amazing, but you wanted to add some fun to it.
“…the one in the back?” you asked cautiously, needing confirmation even though you already knew the answer.
“yeah…” he nodded.
you sighed softly, looking around the kitchen for the red wrapper. “where’s the rest?”
“i used it all…” he admitted. he suddenly felt hot. uncomfortably hot, to the point where it was almost suffocating. and the way you were looking at him wasn’t helping at all. “also… you look really good. i mean, you always do, but… fuck, i feel weird. do you feel weird?” he mumbled.
you looked down, and your face heated up when you noticed the way too familiar print straining against his pants.
next thing you knew, clothes were scattered all over the kitchen floor. your breathing was uneven, fingers gripping the kitchen counter as your legs rocked with each thrust. his arms wrapped around you, body flushed against his as he looked up at you with pleading eyes.
“mmngh… so sorry, princess. didn’t know…” he whimpered, voice thick with arousal. he was fully taken over by the substance. his trembling hands gripped onto your warm, bare body. rutting into you like a feral animal.
“it’s okay, cho. it’s fine..” you breathed out as you grabbed his flushed face, kissing him. his curved dick slid in and out of your hot, dewy walls, punching your cervix over and over.
“s-slower, baby. can you go slow?—fuck!” you mewled loudly when his tip nudged against your g-spot. the kitchen was filled with broken moans and the sound of bodies colliding. the stretch was so overwhelming. choso has always been huge, but the aphrodisiacs definitely made him thicker.
“can’t… this pussy… it’s too good..” he slurred, eyes low and unfocused. your walls snuggled tight around his shaft—a frothy, white liquid building on the base of his dick. he leaned in, latching his drooling mouth onto one of your nipples.
you gasped softly, letting out an airy moan as his tongue swirled around your tender, exposed nipples. your hands immediately gripped onto his dark brown hair. “c-choso… mmph..” you bit your lip as he continued to give your breasts his undivided attention.
he licked a long stripe across your chest, the salty taste coating his tongue. he went higher, licking and kissing along your neck, leaving love bites on purpose. he was pushing himself to his limit. plunging inside of you and miserably failing to ignore the way that his stomach was already tightening.
“you’re doing amazing… sweet boy. please.. d-don’t stop!” you moaned near his ear, rolling your hips harder to match his rhythm.
“d-don’t say things like that… you’re gonna—hic—m-make me cum..” he hiccuped. still pounding into you, strokes getting sloppier by the second. a guttural moan ripped from choso’s throat when you clenched around him. he was right on the edge…
a coy smile tugged onto your lips. your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him pressed deep inside. you were right behind him, the warm knot inside your stomach was ready to snap. “..then why don’t we cum together… yeah?”
he couldn’t hold it in any longer. his body stiffened when thick, satiny ropes shot through your walls. his head fell right between your tits. he does nothing but whimper and moan your name as he comes down from his high.
your nails dug into his skin once you reached your orgasm, hips twitching as you gushed around his cock. milky globs of his cum spilled out of your puffy pussy and onto the floor… it was a mess.
your body was pliant and limp on the counter. he pulled you in for a needy kiss, rocking his hips into you, swirling his tongue around yours. you thought that it would fade away by now, but he’s still as hard as a rock. your eyes widened. “…cho?”
he pulled out just enough to leave the tip inside, then slammed back in, knocking the breath from your lungs. he sniffled, utterly greedy without even knowing.
playboy!scara falling head over heels for shy!girl reader and is shocked when she’s a massive nymph !!!
scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. quite a bit of swearing. creampie. scara enjoying himself.
to say that scaramouche lost interest in any other girls when he met you is an understatement. fucking hell you are perfect. shy, and quiet. delicate, and sweet almost to a fault.
usually girls chase him. he chased you. he didn't think he would ever chase a girl quite like this. it took him a bit because of how shy you are. he went the whole nine yards for you. flowers. dates. good morning and good night text messages. stuffed animals.
you make him utterly weak in the knees.
you have this cute little habit especially that makes him melt. when you are walking side by side with him, you reach out, and cling to his hand. a nervous little tick you have whenever you think there are too many people around.
never did he imagine you would be a total nympho. hungry for his cock. utterly insatiable. which he is 1000000% fine with. no complaints there. not one single one.
and as for you.
you fell hard for scaramouche. when he kissed you the first time, it made your heart tremble. you wanted more. that want led to wanting to feel his hands on you, underneath your clothes. groping around on your bare breasts, pinching, and stroking your nipples hard. his fingers rubbing you wet outside your panties.
the first time he fucked you, you couldn't get enough. his long, thick cock always hit that one special spot. you didn't think you could moan or whine like that before.
you are already tugging your shirt over your head as you straddle his lap. tossing your shirt aside, you hastily reach around to unclasp your bra. scaramouche knows exactly what you want. his cock throbs, and hardens watching your bare breasts pop out of your bra.
his hand comes up to grasp your chin. "tell me what you want?" he squeezes your jaw, and a shiver dances down your spine, going straight to your cunt.
putting one arm around him for leverage, you reach down, and pull your panties aside. "i want you," you lift your hips slightly, tucking his cock between your drooling pussy lips. he groans as you rock your hips, gliding your cunt on his cock, "i want you inside me. very very badly."
scaramouche chuckles, and smirks. "such a needy little thing," he fucking loves it when you are cock hungry for him like this.
it stretches his ego knowing that the shyest, quietest girl on campus is addicted to his cock.
he holds his cock for you, watching satisfied as you rub your cunt wet. soft moans sound from you as his cockhead grazes your throbbing clit, making you tremble. "get yourself nice, and wet for me," he fingers slide from your jaw to your throat teasingly, applying no pressure.
you sigh as a shiver runs through you. just the mere feeling of his fingers on your throat makes your pussy drool. "you are teasing me," you whine softly. your cunt squeezes around nothing, anticipating the feeling of his cock fucking into you.
"whiny thing to," he scoffs, pushing you off his lap, and back onto his bed. he hand tugs your soaked panties off as he crawls on top of you. "still though," he spreads your legs, bringing his thumb to your clit, "sweet of you prepare yourself for me."
your body jolts as he presses circles on your throbbing clit. you moan as you rock your hips up, grinding needily on his thumb. he stimulates your clit, watching your eyes fill with a deeper desperation. can you blame him for basking in your neediness?
his cock only throbs harder when your lower lip quivers with need. "i'll make you scream," he lines his cock up with your drooling hole, and pushes it inside. your back arches off the bed feeling the delicious stretch of your cunt.
scaramouche bottoms out with one calculated thrust, tearing a lewd moan from your throat. "no mercy," you moan as pleasure jolts through you, "i love it."
it doesn't take long for his cock to start squelching in your cunt. his hips snap against yours as he leans down, swallowing your moans in an open mouthed kiss. that familiar weakness hits him as you sweetly open your mouth for his tongue.
your head spins as you muffle moans into his mouth. you practically see stars following every thrust. he hits that one spot every single time. you tear your mouth from his, crying out as he nudges particularly deep into your sweet spot. "cum inside me! oh fuck, please, cum inside me."
you wrap your arms around him, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you whine. scaramouche practically purrs as you cling to him. "shit, you are too fucking good to me," he moans, bending one of your knees up to your chest.
the position is perfect. the angle gives him the perfect view of the white ring forming on his cock. it absolutely blows his mind that you beg him to cum inside you, even when he fucked you for the first time.
the pleasure is almost searing as your orgasm hits you. your body jolts at the intensity as the scream of pleasure he was aiming tears from your throat. it's a satisfying sound in his ears.
scaramouche hisses as your walls clutch his cock. "shit, you are cumming fucking hard," he moans, his fingers slippery on your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm.
feeling the tight warmth of your spasming walls empties his cock inside of you. "you are too good to me. too fucking good to me," he is barely able to swallow a soft whine before he laughs shakily, "let's plug you up after i pull out. i have to keep this pretty pussy full."
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warnings: Porn with plot / Pseudo incest / yandere / Kunikuzushi became an Archon (yes its a warning) / creampie / mating press / fluff / angst / trashy plot but fuck it we ball / Raiden Co.™ (we are the product) / Overstimulation / Multiple Orgasms /
summary: In which Ei didn’t abandon her prototype, but made someone soft to sit beside him. What starts innocently between two unfinished puppets becomes attachment, attachment into dependency, dependency into possession. And after that, things got.. out of hand.
19kwc
Men and women complete each other.
That's what Yae Miko told Raiden Ei when she wanted to abandon the prototype, that she didn't have to start over, the answer was simple: if he was too emotional to rule over Inazuma, she just needed to make another puppet to complement him, to be naturally obedient and help him with his duties, and what better would it be than to make a female puppet? As the saying goes, behind every great man is a great woman, and she just needed to make that great woman.
It took a while to make you, but it did not disappoint. You were done, another puppet whose duty was made clear from the moment you opened your eyes: serve the prototype and make sure to be his right hand anywhere he goes.
At first you were shown the Raiden Shogun's main residence, taught the basics of life to ensure you knew at least the bare minimum before meeting the prototype, and that was when Ei realized she might have made a mistake. You were too meek, too soft for anything, you were as emotional, if not even more than the prototype.
That was when Ei was ready to abandon you both, to scrap everything and start over like she meant to. Yae Miko came again and suggested that maybe this was for the best, that if the prototype had to be with a puppet as emotional as him, he would feel some type of connection. For a great ruler and his right hand to become, they needed a deep emotional connection that could be built through recognition.
He could recognize himself in you, and in that recognition, find something worth protecting. If they were both weak in the same way, then neither could remain that way forever, because someone would have to take the first step, and perhaps they would learn to stabilize each other, to grow not despite their emotions but through one another.
And if his first duty was something simple, to care for someone like himself, then maybe he would begin to understand responsibility before being given power.
The first time she introduced you to the prototype under her and Yae's supervision, it was... strange to say the least.
They didn't expect immediate connection, but they also didn't expect the thick silence to stretch the way it did, as the two of you stood there, facing each other with no idea what to do with it.
You looked at him, and he looked at you, both of you aware of the other in a way that made it harder to move instead of easier, your hands held too still at your sides, clutching at your kimono, your posture too careful.
You tried to speak, but so did he at the same time.
The words overlapped and cut each other off before either of you could even get them out properly, your voice catching as you stopped immediately, gaze dropping while he did the same, both of you stepping back at the exact same time, shame radiating from the both of you.
Ei and Yae stood there watching the interaction, and neither of you managed to recover from it.
The meeting ended shortly after that.
Ei, with a low sigh, concluded the first meeting as a failure.
So she did something else instead. From the next day onward, you were made to meet him for two hours, every single day, in the hopes that simple exposure would do what intention could not, that being placed beside each other again and again would slowly ease the tension between you, allow familiarity to settle where awkwardness once held its ground, and, eventually, bring the two of you closer.
And of course, like everything that Ei planned that had gone wrong before, this did too, as at first nothing changed at all.
You would sit across from each other, or stand, or even walk slowly along the same path under supervision, both of you aware of the other's presence in a way that made it impossible to relax into it. Not a single word was exchanged, only brief, subtle glances that never lasted long enough to mean anything - except perhaps, a quiet, mutual judgment, as if neither of you quite knew what to make of the other being the same as yourself.
It went on like that for days.
Yae had even snickered at it once, something quiet and amused at the way neither of you could manage something as simple as speaking, let alone reconcile that strange, mirrored discomfort, which in her eyes was absolutely hilarious, two puppets judging one another for being the same? Unmatched.
Ei did not find it amusing. She needed this to be resolved as soon as possible, so she could finally lock herself away to meditate, maybe she should've abandoned you both and started over.... But she's far too gone now, she has to make it work, somehow.
Annnddd, there was absolutely no progress to acknowledge, no connection forming in the way it was intended to. When Yae saw Ei's distress, that's when she suggested something else: to intervene more directly, she would go to the prototype, and Ei would go to you. That both you and the prototype seemed eager to please, as endearing as it was seeing you both try to work hard, trying is not enough, they needed progress.
He was pulled aside first. Yae told him, plainly, that he needed to speak, she didnt say it as a suggestion, or that he should try to speak - no. Straight up, you have to talk, thats a task.
You were given the same treatment, Ei's instructions were just as direct: you were to converse with the prototype, it was a task.
The next time you were left together, the weight of those instructions sat heavily between you as you both tried to speak... Which turned out at the same exact time.
"I-"
"Did you-"
The words collided and stopped again, both of you freezing mid-sentence, eyes wide as you looked at each other before the silence dropped back in, heavier this time because you had both tried and still failed.
Your face flushed immediately, heat rising too quickly as your hands clenched slightly at your sides, your thoughts scrambling for something to fix it, to prove you were worthy, that you could do what you were told, but finding nothing, the embarrassment settled in faster than you could push it away.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- I just-" you started scrambling, words stammering against each other as you stepped back, your gaze lowering further in shame and embarrassment as the feeling built.
"I wasn't- I didn't- it's fine, you- you can go first," he said quickly, his own voice just as unsteady, his hands flailing around, his eyes flickering away from you as though that alone might make it easier.
"No, it's okay, you can-"
"It's fine, I don't-"
The overlap happened again, and somehow that made it worse.
Your breath caught as the frustration and embarrassment tangled together, your chest tightening as the situation slipped further out of your control, your body reacting before your thoughts could settle.
"I'm sorry-" you said again, quieter this time, before turning and running away quickly without waiting for anything else, vision blurring slightly as tears gathered in them.
"Wait-!" he called after you, the word coming out suddenly.
You didn't stop, you kept going.
Your steps carried you further than you meant to, past the halls, past the servants who tried to stop you, and into the garden, the open space hitting you all at once as your breathing grew uneven, your chest tightening as you moved toward the familiar sakura tree without really thinking about it.
By the time you reached it, you couldn't hold it back anymore.
The tears came before you could stop them, your hands coming up to your face as your shoulders shook, the frustration settling in heavier than anything else.
You couldn't even do something simple.
You were made for a purpose, given a role from the moment you opened your eyes, and your merciful mother Ei made it easier for you by giving you time to adjust, to get used to him, and you couldn't even manage to speak properly let alone start working, to the one person you were supposed to stand beside.
Your breathing broke as the thought settled deeper, your fingers curling slightly as you pressed them against your face.
"I can't even do this right..." you whispered to yourself, the words slipping out without meaning to as you continued to cry.
For the next few moments, your painful sobs were the only thing heard in the garden before careful, hesitant footsteps approached slowly behind you.
"H-hey..." his voice came, quieter than before, unsure in a way that matched the way you felt.
You didn't turn immediately, your shoulders still trembled slightly as you tried to steady your breathing, your hands lowering just enough for you to glance back at him after you made sure no more tears came out.
He had stopped a few steps away, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to come closer, his gaze fixed on you with the same uncertainty that had been there since the beginning, though now concern was mixed into it.
"I didn't mean to mess it up," he said after a moment, his voice uneven but steady enough to continue. "I just didn't know what to say, and then you started talking and I thought I should answer but I think I interrupted you and then it just-" he stopped briefly, his brows pulling together slightly before he continued, quieter now. "I don't think you did anything wrong."
Your breath caught slightly at that, your gaze dropping again as your fingers tightened against the fabric of your long sleeves.
"I did," you said softly, your voice still unsteady. "I couldn't even talk properly. We're supposed to work together and I can't even do that, I don't know how I'm supposed to help you if I can't even- "
"You don't have to know right away," he said, the words coming a little faster this time, like he didn't want you to keep going down that line of thought. "I don't know either. I think that's why they put us together, because we're both bad at it." he continued, looking totally serious.
You let out a quiet pfft at that, you couldn't help it- he looked so funny concentrated like he didnt just call himself (and you) bad.
He flinched slightly at the sound, clearly not expecting it, a hint of embarrassment crossing his expression, because why were you laughing at his very, very hard attempt at comforting you? before the feeling softened into something quieter. His gaze lingered on you despite himself, drawn to the way you looked when you laughed, when you smiled, so different from the tearful expression you had moments ago, and from the usual meek look you had on your face almost all the time.
And, somewhere in that realization, he felt a small, unfamiliar sense of pride settle in his chest, knowing he had been the cause of it.
So he decided to approach you, though he did hesitate for a second before slowly stepping closer, very careful to reach you and not make it feel too sudden.
His hand lifted briefly, plucking a flower from the cherry blossom tree's bent branch, and before you could ask what he was doing, he gently placed it into your hair, tucking it just behind your ear with a touch so light it barely registered at first.
"There," he said quietly, like he was trying to fix something even through his embarrassment, "You look... better."
You blinked, your breath catching in your throat slightly as your hand came up instinctively, brushing against the small pink flower where he had placed it, your tears stopping completely.
From a distance, unseen by you and him, Ei had been watching as Yae stood beside her, observing the scene that unfolded just as closely.
When Ei shifted slightly, as if preparing to step forward, Yae reached out and stopped her without a word, her gaze still fixed on the two of you, and when Ei looked confused, Yae looked back at her and just shook her head no. For once, Ei didnt argue.
From that day on, something changed.
At first, it was the next time you were sent to prepare tea under the supervision of other servants (so you don't burn yourself), your hands still a little clumsy as you tried to remember the steps you had been taught. Your attention stayed fixed on the motions in front of you, measuring herbs, pouring the steaming water with precision to not splash anywhere, until you felt a presence beside you.
When you glanced up, he was already there, standing closer than usual, watching your movements with a quiet focus before taking the teapot and attempting to copy them himself. His motions were hesitant, slightly stiff, and when he got it wrong by pouring too fastly letting the water splash, he paused, staring at the mess like he was trying to understand where it had gone wrong, then looking at you as if waiting for correction without actually asking for it.
"You're holding it too tightly," you said softly, reaching out just enough to adjust his grip. "If you loosen it a little, it's easier to control and it won't splash next time,"
He nodded enthusiastically at your explanation, trying again, slower this time, more careful, his attention sharpening as he followed what you told him. And when he finished, seeing that he didnt splash nor did he overflow the cup, his gaze flickered back to you and lingered a moment longer to see your approval. You smiled and praised him while clapping your hands, he averted eye contactt with a sheepishly content smile.
After that, it happened again when you were practicing writing.
You had already started before he arrived, the brush already moving across the paper in slow, careful strokes. He settled beside you without a word, taking his own sheet of paper as his brush hovered uncertainly above it, before he finally began to imitate the characters you were forming.
The strokes came out wonky at first, breaking where they shouldn't, and he paused halfway through one character, his brows pulling together slightly as he looked at what he had done, then back at yours, then back at his paper again, trying to see the difference.
"I think I did this wrong," he said quietly, tilting the paper just enough for you to see.
You leaned closer without thinking, your shoulder brushing lightly against his as you looked over it, your finger hovering just above the ink as you pointed out the mistake.
"It's this part," you explained, your voice low and steady. "You stopped too early. It should connect here."
He followed where you pointed, trying again more carefully this time, and when he finished, the line held properly. He stared at it for a second, before letting out a small breath and setting the brush down.
"Okay, thank you," he murmured, almost to himself, though his gaze drifted slightly to the side anyway, just enough to catch your expression again.
That day, he noted quietly that you seemed to like being asked for help.
Then it started happening outside of tasks.
You were in the garden one afternoon, crouched near the base of the sakura tree as you gathered fallen petals into your hands, your attention drifting as you watched them slip through your fingers. You didn't notice him at first, not until he lowered himself beside you, close enough that his sleeve brushed against yours as he reached for a petal as well.
He didn't say anything, he just copied what you were doing. Picking one up, turning it slightly between his fingers before letting it fall back to the ground.
You glanced at him briefly, then back at your hands, and after a moment you shifted slightly closer to him without thinking, the space between you closing just enough that it felt.. easier.
After that, it became something you started to expect.
When you were sent somewhere, he would appear sooner or later, sometimes a few moments after, sometimes already there like he had known where you would be. At first he kept a little distance, still unsure in the way he moved, but that distance grew smaller each time.
One time, when you were sent out to retrieve a few items as part of Ei's practical instruction for you, he had come with you without being asked to because, well.. hes almost always with you now. On the way back, you had both noticed a group of children playing something unfamiliar, running, chasing, laughing like it was the most fun thing in the world.
Curious, you had approached the group of children and asked them what it was, they explained it easily, calling it "tag," going over the rules as if it was something everyone was supposed to know already. Taking in the new information, you glanced to the side to see him already glancing back at you before giving a small, quiet nod - an unspoken agreement had formed between you.
To say you both wanted to be human was an understatement, so anytime one of you discovered something new about humans, you would tell one another to practice it when nobody was watching.
And so, the next time you ended up walking through the garden together without being told to, one of you eventually asked if you could try the game you had learned about before, as part of wanting to feel more human. The suggestion lingered for only a moment before it was agreed upon.
At first, it was just that, something you did in the garden when there was no one around, a simple agreement between the two of you to be more human.
But it didn't stay like that for long, it was fun. Thats basically it, you both had alot of fun playing this human-made game that it came naturally now as something that both of you enjoyed more than something that bloomed out of trying to be human.
Sometimes one of you would start running without warning, laughter slipping out in quiet bursts as you chased each other through the garden paths, your movements less careful than what you're taught to do. Your hands would brush when one of you reached out instinctively, neither of you pulling away as quickly as you used to. It didn't stay in the garden either, sometimes it carried into the hallways, even in the middle of errands or tasks, one of you would scream tag before the game started all over again.
After that, he started staying longer, actually, scratch that, he started staying with you all the time.
So much so that the servants began to look for him when they saw you, grinning when he appeared a moment later, as if it confirmed something they had already begun to assume. And if one of them needed either of you, they would simply say to search for one, because you would always find the other.
"Two peas in a pod," they began to say, watching as the two of you moved through the residence side by side. It was almost as if the intention behind your creation showed itself in the way you stayed near each other, like two halves that were always meant to move in tandem, never quite complete apart.
And somewhere along the way, without either of you realizing when it happened, he stopped coming to you because he didn't know what else to do, and started coming because he wanted to be there.
Before you were made, there were nights where he couldn't sleep, lying awake with a quiet, suffocating feeling of being incomplete that sometimes broke into silent tears when no one was there to see it. But that didn't feel the same anymore. Not when he was with you. Not when, for the first time, that emptiness didn't sit as heavily as it used to, because somehow, being beside you made him feel complete.
Raiden Ei decided it was enough, seeing the significant progress that had been made. Once she reached that conclusion, she withdrew from everything just as quietly as she had observed it, sealing herself away within her plane and leaving the rest in the hands of Yae Miko without telling any one of you.
From that point on, everything changed faster.
Yae took over what Ei had started, guiding it into something more official. The days after that became more organized, more demanding, as preparations were rushed forward and work had to be done. Even if you did not fully understand the weight of it at the time, you felt the shift in the way people treated him, in the way they spoke around him, in the way their attention lingered longer than before, and how Yae forbade either of you from playing around in front of people, unlike before.
The day it happened stayed with you like it had been carved into memory.
You were both prepared for six long hours, dressed and refined with careful precision, servants moving around you in practiced silence that felt unfamiliar as they were a little casual around you and him before. You were dressed in a layered dark kimono with different deep purple and lavender accents, heavy with fabric and detail, adorned with accessories that screamed wealth and royalty. Your hair was arranged to suit your pretty facial features, your face carefully painted with makeup meant to sharpen and elevate your presence, turning you into something formal, something that matched his position rather than just his company.
You were made to stand beside him, just as you always had, your place already decided long before you were made, before either of you understood the weight of it. The space around you was filled with voices layered over one another in formal tones, words spoken with intention rather than the ease you were used to, each one carefully chosen instead of simply allowed to flow. They carried expectation, and something heavier than either of you had been prepared for.
He stood still through it all.
You could feel the tension in him even without looking, the way his posture stayed too rigid, the way his hands remained too still at his sides, like any movement might disturb the weight of what was happening.
As much as you were concerned, you still stayed as formal as you had been taught during the days Yae had trained you, careful with your posture, your tone, your words. As you stayed where you were always meant to be, beside him.
When the title was given, when everything settled into place around him, it felt less like some type of beginning and more like something being placed onto him all at once, something heavy that did not leave room to step back from it. You were named as well, not apart from him, but as something defined alongside him.
When it was over, when the voices faded and the space cleared as servants cleaned everything up and changed you from formal clothing to light ones meant for sleep, you returned to your room and he came after you, as by now he not only followed you during the day, but he even decided to sleep next to you, saying it eased his occuring nightmares and you - feeling concerned for your beloved other half, the person who you were made to serve, agreed to not tell anyone and let him in everynight now.
He exhaled the second he stepped inside as he closed the door behind the both of you, he made his way to your bed and sat, his shoulders dropping slightly like he had been holding that tension the entire time.
"That was.. a lot," he admitted, his voice quieter now, lacking the composure he had held. outside.
You smiled at him, your expression soft and natural, unlike the rigid one you had moments before as you stepped closer.
"You did well," you said gently.
He flushed faintly at that, a soft pink rising to his cheeks as his gaze drifted to the side for a moment, like he didn't quite know what to do with the praise. Still, he reached for you anyway, pulling you into him with a touch that was still a little uncertain despite having done it many times before.
You melted into him easily, your arms wrapping around him without hesitation. And as the moment softened, his grip adjusted carefully until he shifted the both of you down, settling back so you were tucked together under the covers, half draped over him as he held you close.
"Thank you," he murmured after a while, so quiet it almost blended into the silence.
You didn't ask for what, as the comfort of him already lulled you to sleep.
After that, the duties piled.
At first it was manageable, things he could learn through guidance, through Yae's careful instruction. But the expectations grew quickly, the weight of the position settling deeper with each passing day, and it showed in the way he started coming to you later and later at night.
Your duties were far lighter in comparison, smaller tasks, simpler instructions that were usually polishing up his work, basically things that usually ended earlier in the day. So by the time night settled in, you had already returned to your room, waiting.
There were evenings where he would arrive barely speaking, his movements slower as he stepped inside, his shoulders carrying a tension he didn't know how to put down. You would shift closer without needing to ask, your presence enough to ease it as he leaned into you, his guard lowering only when it was just the two of you.
You began to sit in on meetings when you could, your place beside him never questioned, though the people within those rooms did not always hold the same quiet acceptance.
There were those who spoke carefully, fully trusting Ei's decisions and having faith in their now new ruler.
And those who saw themself in higher regard didn't.
"You expect us to accept this?" one of them had said once, a person from a prestigious family, their voice carrying a sharpness that cut through the room, their gaze fixed on him with thinly veiled disdain, as if the mere thought of a puppet ruling over them cut through his pride. "A puppet placed in a position meant for the Shogun herself, expected to rule as if that is enough to replace her presence? Hah, you make me laugh."
The room had gone still after that but he didnt respond.
He stayed composed, his expression controlled in a way that hid more than it revealed, but you felt it, the shift in him, the way something tightened beneath the surface even if he refused to show it.
It followed him back.
That night, when he came to you, it didn't take long before the composure slipped. He was already holding you close, his arms around you like he couldn't quite let go, and the weight of everything he had been carrying finally broke through.
His face stayed pressed against the plush of your chest as he spoke, his voice muffled, uneven, breaking in places he usually keeps hidden outside.
"They're right," he murmured, shaking slightly as he clung tighter. "I'm not... I'm not even human."
Your chest tightened at that, but you didn't move away. Your hand lifted gently, resting against his back as your other slowly threaded through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp to soothe him.
"That doesn't mean you're nothing," you said softly, your voice calm despite the way it pulled at you. "You're still you, and I'm the same as you are. So if that makes you less, then it makes me less too, and I don't think that's true."
He stilled slightly at that, the words sinking in as he stayed pressed against you, his grip tightening for a moment like he was trying to hold onto them as much as he was holding onto you.
"We're the same," you continued, quieter now, your fingers still moving through his hair. "So we'll figure it out together. You don't have to do it alone."
He didn't answer, but that night he stayed closer, clinging to you like you were his lifeline. Shaking softly as if letting go of it would mean falling apart completely.
But after that, things didn't get easier, if anything... they grew worse.
The voices against him grew louder over time, the discontent no longer something that stayed behind closed doors or slipped through in careful remarks. It grew into something harder to control, something that followed him into every room, every meeting, every space where he was meant to be acknowledged as the one in power.
At first, it had only been one voice at a time, a single person speaking out of turn, testing boundaries that had not yet been enforced.
Then it became two.
Then more.
Meetings that were once controlled began to shift, the tension no longer sitting quietly beneath the surface but rising openly, voices overlapping as arguments broke out in ways that no one bothered to conceal anymore. They questioned him directly now, their tones sharper, louder, no longer disguised as concern but something closer to defiance.
"You expect us to accept this?" one voice cut in, immediately followed by another before the first could even settle.
"A construct placed into a position originally meant for the Shogun, expected to carry out governance as if function alone is enough to replace authority!"
"-tradition, and the will that once defined it," someone else finished over them, not as agreement, but as continuation of the same accusation.
The room did not settle. It only grew louder.
"Power is not simply the execution of orders!" another voice pushed through the noise, refusing to be drowned out. "It is recognition! It is inheritance!"
"What you present is neither inherited nor recognized, only assigned!"
"This is not what Inazuma stands for-"
"We will not be led by something that was created to imitate-"
The room would fill with it, voices rising over one another, each accusation layered over the last, no longer a discussion, but refusal made audible.
And every time it happened, you flinched.
At first, it was small, barely noticeable, the reaction contained in the way your shoulders tensed slightly, the way your hands tightened where they rested. But as it continued, as more voices joined in and the volume rose, it became harder to hide, your breath catching more often, your gaze dropping as the sound pressed in from all sides.
He noticed. Even when he didn't react to them, even when he held himself still through it all, his gaze would flicker toward you for just a second.
But the meetings never stopped - and neither did the voices.
That night, when the doors finally closed behind you and the quiet returned, it didn't feel the same.
You sat beside him, your hands clenched slightly in your lap, your thoughts still caught in the echo of it as your voice came out softer than you meant it to.
"...what if something happens?"
He looked at you, the tension still lingering in his posture, though his expression softened slightly at the question.
"They're getting louder," you continued, your fingers tightening as you looked down, your words coming slower now, more uncertain. "Every time we go there, it's worse than before. They don't listen anymore, they don't even try to hide it, and I don't know what they're going to do if it keeps going like this."
Your breath caught slightly before you looked back at him, your voice quieter now.
"I'm scared."
The words settled between you, heavier than anything else. And for a moment, he didn't respond.
Then he shifted slightly closer, his hand reaching for yours, his grip gentle but steady.
"It's okay," he said, his voice softer now, more certain than before, like he was trying to anchor the both of you with it. "Nothing is going to happen. I'll fix it."
You searched his expression for a second, like you were trying to hold onto that certainty, your shoulders easing just slightly as you nodded.
"Okay..." you murmured, your voice still quiet, but steadier than before.
You believed him.
Or at least, you wanted to.
But he didn't fix it.
Because they got to you first.
It happened in a seemingly normal day, you were walking down the garden, everything was quiet as it always was, your steps slow as you walked along the path, your thoughts already forgotton the protests because, funnily enough, they all calmed down recently..
You didn't hear them approach, not having time to react as hands grabbed you suddenly, rough and immediate, your breath catching sharply as your body jolted in surprise, your voice barely forming before it was cut off, your surroundings blurring as panic hit all at once.
"Wait- I didn't- let go-!"
Your words broke apart as they pulled you back, your feet losing balance as you struggled against them, your movements uncoordinated as fear took over, your heart racing too fast to keep up.
No one stopped them, no one really saw what happened, as everything was already closed for the night. And so you got kidnapped.
And that same night, something felt wrong.
He was in his office, still working through a few documents, when suddenly he felt as if something had been removed from where it was supposed to be, a feeling so overwhelming he couldn't just shrug it off.
So he looked for you at first without really thinking, expecting to find you where you usually were, the garden, playing with stray cats or flowers, maybe already waiting for him in your bed or secretly eating sweets in the kitchen since everyone was asleep. He moved through all the familiar places he would usually find you in.
But you weren't in any of them
And the longer it went on, the heavier it became, the realization setting in piece by piece as the space around him felt emptier than it should have.
Incomplete, like something had been taken from him.
The news reached him soon after, not from a concerned servant, but from a secret letter sent with intention, delivered as something meant to provoke rather than inform.
They had you. And they made it clear what they wanted, the return of the real Shogun, give up his position, or consequences that would not stop with just you - a clear message of a revolt waiting to happen.
Thankfully, It didn't take him long to trace which family sent this, and the moment he had a clear name, he didnt wait. The same night he went,
The estate was guarded, as expected, with figures stationed along the entrance and within the grounds, already alerted enough to stop an intruder, but not prepared for him. They moved the moment they saw him, stepping forward to block his path, voices rising in warning, weapons, polearms specifically, drawn out, mistaken him for an intruder, how irritating, he's the Raiden shogun, the ruler of Inazuma, and these people can't even recognize him?
He really should have asserted his authority sooner, should have stopped trying to please everyone, to listen to every concern in the name of being a good ruler. Look where that had gotten him. They saw too little and took too much.
And now it was too late to regret it, wasn't it? Now that they had taken the only thing that had ever been meant for him.
He didn't slow down as the guards moved the moment they saw him, stepping forward to block his path, but they didn't get far. The moment they tried to stop him, he used his electro power.
The strike was immediate. It hit them before they could react properly, their movements cutting off as their bodies locked, a sharp, broken sound leaving them as the current ran through them. They didn't last long after that, collapsing where they stood, their weapons slipping from their hands as everything went still.
He had never used that power before. Not once, even after being given the Gnosis, as his creator built it into him, he had never felt the need to. But now that he did, it didn't feel unfamiliar, and it didn't feel wrong like he originally thought, it felt right, being in power, showing people their places in an immediate manner rather than using safer options that usually have him look weak in the end.
He didn't stop to look at the lifeless bodies around him.
He continued forward, deeper into the estate, and anyone who tried to stand in his way met the same fate,a strike of electro cutting through them, their resistance ending just as quickly, voices cut short before they could form anything more than warning. What had been structured quickly unraveled, order breaking apart into scattered attempts to stop him that never reached completion.
By the time he reached the inner halls, there was nothing left to slow him down.
The silence that followed wasn't natural, but when he finally found you, everything was already over.
You were locked in a room, your hands shaking as you sat there crouched in the corner, sobbing quietly to yourself, the fear still clinging to you before the sound of a door snapping open suddenly had you flich, your head snapping up.
You froze as you watched him standing there, just beyond the threshold.
His clothes were stained, the pure white fabric marked heavily with deep crimson, the sight of it jarring enough to make your breath catch as your eyes widened, your body going still as he stepped closer.
The moment he saw you alive and well enough, he felt a flicker of relief, but it was quickly overshadowed by an undeniable anger at what they had done to you. Your clothes were tattered, your usually silky hair from being meticulously cared for now disheveled, your eyes still teary like you had only just stopped crying.
For a second, you didn't move, not fully understanding the situation, but then he smiled. Soft, familiar, like nothing had changed.
"Let's go home," he said, his voice gentle in a way that didn't match anything you had just experienced.
Your breath broke as you stood, your steps unsteady as you rushed toward him as the relief of seeing him overcame what concerns you had about the red in his clothing, your hands reaching for him without thinking. Relief crashing into you all at once as he held you just as tightly, his grip firm like he wasn't going to let you go again.
The next day, the entire nation heard it.
The way treason was almost commited, how the entire clan got wiped overnight for kidnapping the Shogun's right hand.
His voice carried across Inazuma, steady and unwavering, leaving no room for doubt as it settled over everyone who listened.
"Take this as a lesson," he declared, his tone calm in a way that made it sharper while he held your shoulder by his side, "Because from now on, those who dare to defy me, or lay a hand on what is mine, will face the Raiden's judgment without exception."
And from that day forward, he was no longer just a nameless puppet.
He gave himself a name.
Kunikuzushi.
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“Let’s get you ready, miss.”
The servant’s voice was soft as she stepped behind you, her hands already steady as she guided you toward the seat in front of the vanity, the polished mirror reflecting your image back at you. You allowed her to sit you down without resistance, your hands resting neatly in your lap as she began her work, brushes and small containers laid out in careful order across the table.
Her fingers were gentle as they moved across your skin, applying each product with practiced precision, her gaze focused in a way that made it clear she had done this many times before.
“You don’t need much,” she murmured quietly, more to herself than to you as she adjusted the angle of your face slightly. “Your skin is already as smooth as porcelain... it holds everything well.”
There was a pause as she leaned back just slightly, observing her work before continuing, her movements light as she added only what was necessary, enhancing rather than changing. Being a puppet had its advantages, your features untouched by imperfections, your skin naturally even, clear from blemishes, almost too perfect in a way that made heavy makeup unnecessary.
Today wasn’t a normal day, though. It was a celebration, held for the day he became an Archon. You had been woken since the early hours of the morning, attendants already waiting to prepare you, guiding you through everything from bathing to choosing the right layers of clothing.
From the moment dawn broke, the entire residence had been in motion. Servants moved quickly through the halls as preparations were rushed forward, everything carried out with a sense of urgency.
Your gaze drifted slightly as the servant worked on your hair now, carefully arranging it to fall in a way that framed your face perfectly, securing pieces in place with luxurious accessories that matched the outfit laid out for you. Dark silk fabric, deep and rich in color, layered with accents of purple and soft lavender, elegant in a way that stood apart from everyone else's.
knock knock
You blinked, your attention shifting back as your voice came out softly, “Come in.”
The door opened as he stepped inside.
Kunikuzushi carried himself differently now, the presence around him heavier, more defined, carrying authority, yet the moment his gaze landed on you, something in it softened just slightly.
“Are you ready?” he asked, tone fond if you looked close enough as he stepped closer.
You nodded.
The servant immediately stepped back, lowering her head respectfully as she moved aside, her presence fading into the background the moment he entered.
He reached for your hand, and you took it without hesitation, a small, closed-eyed smile forming on your lips as your fingers curled lightly around his.
As he led you out, walking through the open hallways, his gaze flickered toward you again, lingering this time now that no servant was around.
“You look pretty,” he said, quieter now, the words meant only for you.
You smiled, your grip on his hand tightening just slightly, “You too, Kuni.”
The name still felt new, even though it had been five hundred years since he chose it for himself.
It was strange. The moment he told you, you hesitated, not because you didn’t understand it, but because you did. Kunikuzushi - a name that meant nation destroyer, something that definitely isn't something meant for a ruler, let alone him, a person who was the embodiment of gentleness itself. But even then, you accepted it without question.
You remembered how he used to hesitate whenever names came up, how something in his expression would turn insecure whenever servants spoke about naming their children, their voices filled with pride over something he had never been given. He never said it directly, but you knew he wanted one. Even when your creator, Ei, never gave him one, even when she had already decided he would take the position of the Shogun, she still left him without something as simple as a name.
You had wondered about that more than once, but never enough to ask.
So when he chose one for himself, you didn’t question it, even if it carried a meaning you didn’t like.
You accepted it because it was his, and because of that, you chose one too, naming yourself y/n.
The walk continued quietly after that, your hand still in his as you moved through the halls, the space clearing naturally wherever he stepped.
“C'mon, let’s go to the garden first before the shrine,” he said after a moment, his tone soft again.
You nodded eagerly, “I’d like that.”
Even after he had become an Archon, with duties piling up more and more, never seeming to end no matter how many hours he spent in his office, you found it endearing that he still made time for you, even if it meant abandoning his work sometimes just to stay by your side.
He led you along a different path, your steps light despite everything waiting ahead, but before either of you could react, a servant rushed around the corner too quickly, her attention elsewhere as she collided straight into you.
“Mmf-”
The impact knocked you off balance immediately, your body tilting back before you could steady yourself, but his grip tightened instantly, pulling you back toward him before you could fall, his arm steady as he held you in place.
The servant stumbled back from the collision, disoriented, her body dropping to the floor as she scrambled before looking up - and froze.
The moment she realized who stood in front of her, her expression shifted entirely, panic overtaking everything else as she immediately lowered herself, her hands and knees pressed to the ground, “My apologies- Archon, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t looking, please forgive me, I-”
Her words tumbled over each other, rushed and desperate as she bowed repeatedly, her voice shaking.
He didn’t hesitate, didnt even think for a moment, letting her word register to him, “Take her to confinement,” he said flatly, his tone leaving no room for discussion.
The words didnt have time to settle in the air before two guards came and took her away.
You stilled slightly beside him, your fingers tightening instinctively as your gaze shifted away, not wanting to look at that poor woman, your expression faltering just enough to show the discomfort you couldn’t quite hide.
Since that day, the day you were taken, something in him changed drastically. He was firmer now, cruel even.
There was no hesitation in the way he handled things anymore, no room left for mistakes or forgiveness where it could be avoided. People respected him, feared him even, and it showed in the way they reacted, in the way the servant was already being pulled away without protest, knowing that talking back would only lead to more punishment.
The first time you saw it happen was when he electrocuted a servant for accidentally spilling tea on you, a new girl who clearly hadn’t meant any harm. You had screamed that day, horrified that he would go that far over something so small, your voice shaking as you tried to make sense of it.
You cried that night, the image of it stuck in your head no matter how much you tried to push it away, and even when he came to you, trying to comfort you like he always did, you couldn’t bring yourself to respond. You ignored him for a full day, turning away from every attempt he made, until he finally gave in and promised he wouldn’t do it again, saying he would send them away instead of killing them.
But it was something you still hadn’t gotten used to, and you weren't sure you ever would.
His gaze shifted back to you, expression going from stern to soft again, “I’m sorry,” he said, quieter now, the edge in his voice gone as quickly as it had appeared. “I hope that didn’t ruin your mood.”
You shook your head quickly, offering a small smile despite the way your chest still felt tight, “It’s okay.”
He relaxed slightly at that, the tension easing from his shoulders as he continued walking, your hand still held securely in his. But the silence didnt last.
“You know... you didn’t have to punish her like that,” you said carefully, your voice soft as you glanced at him. “It was just a mistake, she didn’t mean to-”
He abruptly stopped.
His head turned toward you sharply, the movement sudden enough to make you flinch, your words cutting off as your breath caught.
“What?” he asked, his tone low, unreadable.
“I- nothing,” you said quickly, your voice smaller now as you shook your head. “I’m sorry.”
He exhaled slowly, the tension shifting into something else as his hand lifted, his fingers gently but firmly tilting your chin upward until you were looking at him.
“Look at me.”
You did. His expression wasn’t angry, it seemed almost concerned, though it felt almost.. forced.
“Are you scared of me?” he asked, his voice quieter now, but more serious than before.
Your eyes widened slightly at that, your head shaking immediately, “No- no!, Of course not, I'd never be scared of you, Kuni.”
He held your gaze for a moment longer, searching it like he was looking for something specific.
“I don’t want anything happening to you,” he said, his tone softer now, the concern clear in a way that made your chest tighten for a different reason. “People take advantage of kindness. If I let things slide, they’ll think they can get closer, and I won’t allow that.”
You nodded, even if the feeling in your chest hadn’t fully settled, your hands tightening slightly, “I understand.”
His expression softened almost immediately at your answer, the tension disappearing as quickly as it had come, “Good.”
His hand moved from your chin to your head, patting it lightly before he continued forward again.
The garden came into view not long after, the space opening up into the familiar view. He didn’t say anything when you got there, just loosened his hold slightly and let you walk ahead, knowing you would anyway. It had always been like that with you and this place.
It was filled with blooming flowers, carefully tended, rows upon rows of them in different colors, their petals bright under the light as the sakura trees stood tall above it all, branches stretching gently overhead while soft pink petals drifted down with the breeze, settling across the stone paths and grass.
He had this made for you, every part of it.
Because he knew you liked flowers, the way you would stop to look at them, touch them carefully like they might break, the way you had once told him you wanted to grow something with your own hands, the way you would spend hours just playing with fallen cherry blossom petals. He remembered that, even when you didn’t think he would, and this was the result of it, a space made entirely from something as simple as your preference.
You stepped further in without thinking, your gaze lifting as you took it in, your shoulders easing as the tension from earlier slipped away little by little. Your fingers brushed lightly against a nearby bloom as you passed, your movements slower now, calmer and content.
He watched you for a moment instead of the surroundings, his expression softening just slightly, the faint tension that usually stayed in him loosening in a way it didn’t anywhere else. This was the only place he didn’t mind wasting time in.
That moment didn’t last long, though, as a servant approached from the side, her steps quick but more controlled than before, as she stopped a short distance away and bowed deeply.
“Archon, the ceremony is about to begin. They’re waiting for you.”
He clicked his tongue under his breath, a faint scowl crossing his face at the interruption, irritation settling immediately.
You glanced at him, the reaction so familiar that a small giggle slipped out before you could stop it, soft and light against the quiet of the garden.
“It’s okay,” you said gently, your voice easy as you turned slightly toward him. “We can come back later, you know.”
He looked at you for a second, the irritation easing just slightly as he held your gaze, before giving a small nod, “Alright.”
He reached for your hand again without thinking, his grip steady as he turned away from the garden, leading you back the way you came.
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“Congratulations,” Yae said, her voice light, almost teasing despite the weight of the moment, her gaze settling on him with a knowing curve to her smile. “It seems Inazuma has gained quite the Archon. I do hope you plan on living up to all of this attention, hm?”
He glanced at her, his expression steady, though there was the faintest hint of something behind it, something that didn’t quite match the ease of the celebration around him.
“I don’t plan on disappointing anyone,” he replied, his tone even, not quite playing into her teasing, but not rejecting it either.
Yae hummed softly at that, amused.
“Mm, how reassuring,” she said, though the look she gave him lingered just a second longer.
The shrine was filled with people, voices cheering in celebration, formal at first but loosening as the night went on, the air warmer with movement, with praise, with expectation that never quite left him no matter how much they dressed it up as something lighter. You stood beside him through it all, just as you always had, your presence something that naturally belonged there.
He handled it well as always.
He responded when needed, acknowledged what had to be acknowledged, his composure steady even as person after person approached him with words that all sounded the same after a while.
You stayed quiet through most of it, offering small responses when spoken to - which is quite rare as being the second puppet to the archon usually has you being forgotten or overshadowed - your attention drifting more than once because the place felt too loud, too full.
By the time he had made his appearance, greeted who he needed to, and fulfilled what was expected of him, everything became calmer. The celebration spilled outward, people moving away from the shrine, conversations breaking into smaller groups, laughter slipping in where formality had been before as the festival truly began.
And for the first time that night, no one was paying attention now.
Your gaze shifted slightly, watching as the crowd dispersed, the weight of their attention lifting just enough that it felt like you could breathe again, and without saying anything, you stepped back, quietly and carefully.
Slipping away before anyone could stop you.
The shrine halls were emptier now, most having already moved toward the festival outside, leaving the inner rooms quiet, undisturbed. You made your way into one of them without hesitation, closing the door behind you as you moved quickly, already reaching for the small disguise you had hidden away earlier.
By the time you stepped back out, the change was enough to go unnoticed, your appearance softened, altered just enough to blend in rather than stand out, wearing a casual festival kimono rather than the extravagant one.
And the second you opened the door, ready to enjoy your time in the festival, you froze.
A man with strange blue hair was standing right in front of you.
You jumped slightly, your breath catching as your hand came up instinctively, eyes widening before you relaxed just as quickly, realizing it was just Kunikuzushi, of course you'd know it was him. Even without the disguise, even with it, it didn’t matter. You would always know.
“Kuni-!” you breathed out, half startled, half relieved, your brows pulling together slightly. “Don’t scare me like that...”
He tilted his head slightly, watching your reaction with something faintly amused, though it didn’t last long.
“You were going without me?” he said instead, his tone quieter, but there was something in it, something that made it clear he didn’t like the idea even a little.
You blinked at that, caught off guard for a second before you shook your head slightly.
“I just thought you’d be busy,” you said, softer now, leaning to the side just enough to look over Kunikuzushi's shoulder, checking toward the direction of the shrine. “Don’t they need you there?”
“I don’t care,” he replied immediately. Then, just as easily, his expression shifted into something more innocent, something that reminded you of who he once was before.. Everything. As a small grin tugged at his lips. “Let’s go.”
He took your hand before you could say anything else, his grip firm, already pulling you along as if the decision had been made long before you even stepped out of that room.
By the time you reached the festival it was already deep into the night.
Lanterns lit the streets, warm and glowing, casting soft light over everything as people moved through the space, laughter and chatter filling the air in a way that felt completely different from the shrine. It was louder, messier, but in a way that felt alive with normal people.
You slowed without meaning to, your gaze lifting as you took it in, the small details catching your attention one after another, the stalls, the lights, the games, everything feeling new even if you had seen parts of it before.
Your hand tightened slightly in his without realizing.
“It’s pretty...” you murmured, more to yourself than anything, your gaze lifting as the lanterns above cast a warm golden glow across everything, the soft light catching on your pretty face and in your eyes as it flickered gently with the night air.
He glanced at you instead of the festival, his attention lingering on the way the light softened your expression, the way your features seemed to glow under it without you even realizing.
“...yeah,” he said after a second, quieter now, though it was clear he wasn’t looking at the same thing you were.
You didn’t notice, already pulling him toward one of the stalls.
The candied apples caught your attention almost immediately, the glossy red coating reflecting the lantern light as they were displayed neatly, and you paused there without needing to say anything.
Before you could even reach for one, he had already paid for it, already taken notice that you wanted it even before you fully arrived at the stall, placing it into your hands like it was nothing, like it was expected.
Your face lit up at that, a soft smile forming as you thanked him, already taking a small bite as you continued walking around, the sweetness immediate.
You didn’t get far into the festival before your movement was interrupted.
His hand shifted, fingers wrapping around your wrist just enough to guide it upward, pulling your hand closer to him before you could react, and then-
He leaned in and took a bite, a big proper one at that, right from your sweet sweet candid apple.
You froze, face flushing almost instantly as a pretty shade of pink dusted over your cheeks, your breath catching slightly as you stared at him, completely thrown off guard.
“K-Kuni- what are you-”
He pulled back, chewing once-
And immediately made a face.
His expression twisted, brows pulling together, his face scrunching in disgust as he turned slightly, spitting it out without hesitation.
“..that’s disgusting,” he muttered, his voice flat, clearly unimpressed as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
You stared at him for a second before bursting into laughter, you couldn't help it.
“You don’t even like sweets, why the hell would you do that?” you said between small bursts of laughter, the earlier embarrassment slipping away completely.
He clicked his tongue, his brows pulling together slightly as he looked at you, clearly unimpressed with your reaction.
“Tch. You’re laughing at the ruler of Inazuma?” he said, his tone carrying that familiar bite, though it wasn't the one he used to intimidate officials, the one you heard oh so clearly before this was nothing like it, “The one and only Archon of this land, reduced to this-”
He gestured vaguely to the mostly-bitten candied apple in your hand, his expression sour.
That only made it worse.
Your laughter picked up again, softer but no less amused, your shoulders shaking slightly as you tried and failed to hold it in.
“Kuni- pfffft” you tried, but it broke off into another quiet laugh.
His expression shifted at that, irritation flickering into something else before he reached out suddenly, his fingers catching your cheek in a quick pinch, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to make you stop.
“Stop laughing,” he muttered, as a faint flush dusted his face before he let go a second later.
You blinked at him, still smiling, your laughter fading into something softer.
“...you’re mean,” you mumbled, tone completely fond.
“..you started it,” he shot back almost immediately, before clicking his tongue again and looking away.
“...I don’t know,” he added under his breath, like he was backtracking, before taking the stick from your hand without warning. “I’ll get you another one.”
“Kuni, I can still eat this one-”
But he was already walking off.
You watched him go for a moment before following after him, though you slowed when someone stepped into your path.
A man. He greeted you politely, though there was a slight eagerness to it, something in the way his attention settled on you, his eyes lingering on your covered cleavage for more than necessary.
“Ah- sorry, I didn’t mean to stop you,” he said quickly, stepping back half a pace like he didn’t want to seem too forward, “I just.. saw you earlier, walking around, and-” he hesitated for a second, like he was trying to word it properly without embarrassing himself, “I thought I’d regret it if I didn’t say something.”
His gaze flickered over you again, softer this time, a little nervous but genuine.
“You look really beautiful tonight.”
You blinked at that, a little surprised, but you didn’t think much of it.
“Oh- thank you,” you replied softly, your tone gentle, your posture easing slightly as you smiled back out of habit more than anything. “You didn’t have to come all this way just to say that, though.”
“I don’t mind,” he said quickly, almost too quickly, stepping just a little closer without realizing it. “It’s not often someone like you is out here like this. I thought I might at least try to speak to you while I had the chance.”
You tilted your head slightly at that, not quite catching what he meant, or maybe just not thinking too deeply about it.
“It’s nice here,” you said instead, glancing briefly toward the lanterns, the stalls, the movement around you. “I wanted to see it properly, not just from a distance.”
He nodded, watching you more than the festival itself.
“I’m glad you did,” he said, softer now. “If you don’t mind, I could walk with you for a bit, just until-”
“You don’t need to do that,” you said gently, shaking your head slightly, though there was no rejection in your tone, just simple honesty. “But thank you.”
You smiled again, polite, kind, the way you always were, and that should have been enough.
It should have ended there, but you didnt notice when Kuni came back. But he noticed everything. The way the man stood too close, the way you smiled, the fact that you didn’t pull away.
By the time the man finally excused himself, offering a slightly awkward goodbye before stepping away, you turned back-
Only to find Kuni already there, looking at you.
Something about his expression made your chest tighten slightly, the earlier warmth from the festival dimming just a little under it.
“What?” you asked, your voice softer now, a hint of uncertainty slipping in as you tilted your head slightly. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
His hand closed around your wrist before you could say anything else.
Tighter than before.
“Why were you talking to him like that?” he asked, his voice low, controlled in a way that didn’t quite hide the irritation underneath.
You blinked, caught off guard, the question not matching what had just happened in your mind, “...like what?”
“Like you didn’t know what he was doing,” he said, his gaze narrowing slightly. “You’re not that naive.”
Your brows pulled together slightly at that, the confusion settling deeper now.
“I was just being nice,” you replied, quieter this time, the earlier ease gone. “He came up to me, I didn’t want to ignore him.”
“You shouldn’t be talking to people like that,” he said, sharper now. “You’re not just anyone. You’re-”
He stopped.
But the words had already settled between you.
“I’m what?” you asked, your voice softer, but there was something else in it now, something more fragile than before. “I’m still allowed to talk to people, Kuni. I know what I’m doing.”
“No, you don’t,” he snapped, quicker this time. “You don’t have the Gnosis, you can’t protect yourself if something happens-”
“I don’t need to be protected all the time,” you cut in, your voice tightening, not loud, but firm in a way it rarely was, being the meek little doll you were. “I’m not helpless.”
The silence that followed wasn’t calm, it pressed in sharply as neither of you moved.
Your grip on trying to argue loosened slightly, your gaze dropping just a little, not in submission, but because something about this felt.. wrong. The night had been different just moments ago, lighter, softer, like how things used to be, like how he used to be with you before everything became so heavy.
Before this.
“...you weren’t like this earlier,” you murmured, barely above a whisper, more to yourself than to him, though you knew he heard it. “You were laughing with me.”
You stupid, stupid girl, that didn’t make it better. If anything, it made it worse as his grip tightened enough to make you wince.
“We’re going home,” he said, final, leaving no room to argue.
“Kuni- wait-”
But he didn’t.
He just pulled you along with him, back through the festival, past the lanterns, the laughter, the stalls you hadn’t gotten to see, the candied apple you never got back, all the way to the Shogun’s residence.
By the time you got back, everything felt colder.
The moment you were inside, you pulled your hand away from his without looking at him, going straight to your room to change out of the disguise, your movements quicker than usual, like if you stopped for even a second you’d start crying. When you were done, you went to your bed without waiting for him like you're used to, slipping under the blankets and curling into yourself, your back turned as you pulled the covers up higher.
It didn’t take long before the tears came quietly, your shoulders trembling slightly as you tried to keep the sound down, your fingers clutching the fabric near your chest as everything from earlier replayed in your head, the warmth of the festival, the way he had been smiling with carefree energy - one you didnt see from him for awhile now, the way it had all shifted so suddenly.
You had been happy, and then it was gone, just like that.
After a few moments, when the only sound heard in the room was your quiet sobs, a creak of a door opening changed that.
You didn’t move, even as you heard him step inside, the soft sound of the door closing behind him. There was a pause, like he was looking at you, taking in the way you were curled up, the way your breathing wasn’t steady.
The bed dipped slightly as he sat at the edge, and for a moment, he didnt say anything before-
“...Are you crying?” he muttered, quieter than before, like he wasn’t sure how to approach it.
You sniffed slightly, tightening the blanket around yourself. “sniff I’m not.”
He almost scoffed at that, you were shamelessly crying your sobs heard loud and clear, and you still had the audacity to lie - he doesn't know if she should find that annoying or pathetically adorable.
“...you’re a terrible liar,” he said flatly, though there was no real bite to it.
You didn’t respond this time, only turning your face further into the pillow like that would somehow hide it better.
Then you felt him move.
The mattress shifted again as he leaned closer, his hand coming to your shoulder, not rough this time, not like before, but still firm enough to turn you back toward him despite your weak resistance.
“Kuni- no..” you mumbled, your voice small, embarrassed, your hands instinctively trying to pull the blanket higher.
“Stop hiding,” he said, quieter now, his brows pulling slightly as he actually looked at you.
Your lashes were damp, your cheeks flushed, your lower lip trembling in a way you were trying - and failing - to control.
For a second, he just stared, then his hand moved.
He pushed himself closer, one hand bracing beside you as the other came up to your face, his thumb brushing just under your eye, catching one of the tears before it could fall further.
“...you’re still crying,” he murmured, softer now.
“I said I’m not,” you insisted weakly, your voice breaking anyway.
“Idiot,” he muttered under his breath.
Before you could react, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your eye.
You froze.
His lips lingered just long enough to catch the tear there before he pulled back slightly, only to lean in again, this time closer, brushing against the damp skin beneath your lashes, almost instinctively, like he was trying to get rid of them himself.
It caught you completely off guard.
“W-what are you doing-” you let out a small, shaky laugh despite yourself, your hands coming up to push lightly at his shoulder. “That’s weird-”
He clicked his tongue, though there was no real annoyance behind it.
“You’re the one crying everywhere,” he said, like that justified it entirely.
You huffed a small laugh at that, the sound uneven but real, your shoulders loosening just slightly as you pushed at him again. “Stop- Kuni-”
He didn’t move far, but he did pull back enough to look at you properly.
And for a second, it felt normal again.
The tension eased, the heaviness lifting just a little as the remnants of your laughter lingered between you.
But it didn’t last, this all felt so temporary, how could you bathe in these sweet moments when you don't know when he flips? Your smile wavered, your lower lip trembled again. You tried to look away before he could see it, but he already had.
There was a small pause before his hand shifted, tugging lightly at your sleeve.
You blinked, looking back at him, still a little teary, a little confused, “...what?”
He hesitated, just for a second but he still sighed, and reluctantly continued whatever he was planning to do, “...can you brush my hair?”
You blinked again, caught completely off guard. “..what?”
“Brush it,” he repeated, a little more direct this time, though his voice had lost its earlier sharpness. “Help me.”
You stared at him for a second like you were trying to process it, your expression softening without you realizing, “..now?”
“Yes, now,” he said, a little impatient, though it didn’t sound serious. “You like doing it, don’t you?”
Your expression brightened almost immediately, the sadness easing just enough as you pushed yourself up, nodding quickly.
“..okay.”
You slipped out from under the blankets, following him as he stood, your steps lighter now as you made your way to the vanity together. He sat down without another word, waiting, while you reached for the brush.
Your fingers wrapped around it before pausing.
It was the one you gave him. A simple comb, tinted faintly purple, your initials carved carefully alongside his.
For a moment, your chest tightened.
You remembered when you gave it to him, how he had looked then, how gentle he used to be.
Your expression wavered slightly.
Then you shook your head, small and quick, like pushing the thought away before it could settle, and stepped closer behind him.
You started brushing.
Slow, careful strokes, working through his hair, smoothing it out, easing through the small tangles without pulling too hard. The motion came naturally to you from the amount of times he used to ask you to brush his hair after you gifted him the brush, how bashful and embarrassed he used to be after asking you, your hands steady, gentle as you hummed softly under your breath.
He didn’t say anything, but unknown to you, in the mirror, his eyes softened, his shoulders dropping slightly. Yes, he asked you to brush his hair only to comfort you since he knew you liked being helpful to him, but this was for him as much as it was for you, even if he'll never admit it.
He leaned into it just a little, his expression shifting into something quieter, something almost meek, almost obedient, like he was letting himself relax completely under your touch.
It made you smile seeing your work in use for him, so you kept going, softer now, more focused, your fingers careful as you worked through the ends before a mischievous thought bubbled up, your hand shifted slightly, brushing his hair back from his neck.
The electro mark was exposed.
You paused for just a second before leaning down and pressing your lips against it. The kiss lingered, warm, a little firmer than it needed to be, almost feverish.
He inhaled sharply.
His entire body stilled, a faint flush rising up his neck, his fingers tightening slightly against the edge of the vanity.
You pulled back with a small smile, a little pleased, like you knew exactly what that did. You knew how insecure he is about it, how he brings his hand back to press that symbol whenever he felt stressed, as if the proof of him being made, not born, fueled his self-hatred.
Before you could say anything, his hand shot up, grabbing your wrist.
You blinked, surprised, your gaze meeting his as he turned slightly in his seat, pulling you closer.
And then he kissed you directly.
Your eyes widened, a soft, startled sound leaving you as you pulled back slightly. “...Kuni- wait- what are you-”
He didn’t let you get far.
His face stayed close to yours, his grip still around your wrist, his gaze locked onto you in a way that made your chest tighten.
“You were made for me,” he said quietly, like it was obvious, like it didn’t need explaining. “So stop looking at other people like that.”
Your breath caught.
“..I wasn’t-”
He didn’t let you finish, kissing you again.
This time deeper, more insistent, his hand tightening slightly as he pulled you closer. You hesitated for only a second before your resistance melted, your hands lifting slightly as you leaned into him without thinking.
Your breath hitched softly against his lips, your thoughts slipping as the kiss lingered, growing warmer, heavier, until he bit your lower lip, a small gasp escaped you.
And in that moment, he deepened it, closing the space further with his tongue, pushing it in to swirl it around yours, like he was testing how far he could go, like he was claiming something he had already decided was his.
By the time he pulled back, your expression was soft, dazed, your gaze unfocused as you looked at him, your lips slightly parted.
He watched you for a second before standing.
Without a word, he guided you down into the chair, switching places with you as he reached for the brush again.
“Give it to me,” he said simply.
You did.
He started brushing your hair the same way you had done for him, slower than usual, more careful than you expected, his fingers occasionally brushing against your neck to the matching electro symbol you have as well, as he worked through it.
A small, content, cute sound slipped from you before you could stop it, your shoulders relaxing as you leaned back slightly, your eyes lowering.
And just like that, you melted into it.
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After that night, things didn’t go back to how they were before.
There was something new sitting between you, something unspoken and unsure but still soft, its better than before, definitely.
So when you went out again, dressed in a disguise and slipping into the streets like before, you found yourself smiling more than usual, your steps lighter as you wandered through the market, looking at things without urgency, simply enjoying being there.
You didn’t notice him until you walked straight into him.
The impact wasn’t hard, but enough to make you step back slightly, your balance falling back a little as your hands lifted instinctively.
“Oh- I’m so sorry,” he said immediately, his voice calm, soft in a way that felt as gentle as the winds breeze. He reached out slightly, steadying you before you could stumble further.
You blinked, looking up at him.
And paused.
There was something about him that stood out immediately, his red eyes, to his pale cream hair that had one red streak that matched his eye color, and how soft his expression looked - so calm even though you've bumped into him.
“It’s okay,” you said quickly, your voice softer now as you straightened. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
He gave a small nod at that, his hand dropping back to his side before you gave in to your curiosity.
“...are you from here?” you asked without thinking, tilting your head slightly as your gaze lingered on him, more specifically, the red streak in his hair, it was pretty unique.
He looked a little amused at that.
“What makes you think that?” he asked, his tone light, not offended, just curious.
You glanced at his outfit, then back at him.
“You don’t dress like everyone else,” you said, your gaze lingering on him for a moment longer. “Not like you’re from somewhere else, but... it feels different. Like you don’t stay in one place for long.”
He glanced down at himself briefly, then back at you, a faint hint of amusement in his expression.
“...is it that obvious?” he asked lightly.
You shook your head slightly. “Not obvious, just.. the way you carry things, and how your clothes are arranged. It looks practical, like you’re used to moving around a lot.”
That seemed to catch his interest.
“..that’s not wrong,” he admitted. “I travel often. I don’t stay in one place for long.”
“With someone?” you asked, your curiosity slipping through naturally.
He nodded slightly.
“With a friend,” he said. “We’ve been moving from place to place for a while now.”
Something about that felt... nice.
The idea of it.
Freedom.
You didn’t realize you had gone quiet until he spoke again.
“If you’re not busy,” he added, “would you like to join us? We’re staying at a nearby ramen stand. It’s not far.”
You hesitated instinctively.
“No, I don’t want to intrude,” you said, shaking your head lightly. “You’re with your friend, I shouldn’t-”
“It’s not an intrusion,” he replied calmly. “We wouldn’t have invited you if it was.”
You paused again. Then nodded, a little more hesitant this time.
“...okay.”
The walk there was quiet, but not uncomfortable, it felt like he was a quiet person by nature more than anything, so it was relaxing in a way. When you arrived, you were introduced to his friend, Tomo, who greeted you easily, his personality more open, more direct.
You sat with them, ate, and talked.
It wasn’t anything complicated, just simple conversation, small things, questions about where you were from, what you liked, what you did, things you answered carefully, not lying outright but not revealing too much either.
At some point, he asked your name.
You paused for just a second trying to think of a good name then-
“...Tsubaki,” you said.
There was a slight pause.
You could tell from the way his gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary, like he understood it wasn’t your real name, but he didn’t question it.
“...that suits you,” he said instead, letting it go easily.
And that was that.
When you left, you felt.. happy.
Genuinely.
That night, when you were already settled in bed, he noticed.
“Why are you so happy?” he asked, his voice quieter, but there was something observant in it.
You turned slightly toward him, the smile still lingering on your face.
“I met someone today,” you said simply. “His name is Kazuha. He’s a wanderer, he travels with his friend, and they invited me to eat with them. We talked for a while and it was really nice.”
There was a pause, you didn’t think anything of it, too trapped within your own happiness to see his annoyance.
“...is that so,” he said, his tone neutral.
You nodded, already settling back into the pillow, falling asleep completely oblivious to Kuni's gaze.
After that, it didn’t stop.
You met him again.
By coincidence at first, running into him in the market again, the conversation picking up easily like it hadn’t ended the first time. This time, it was simpler, walking together through stalls, trying small street foods, talking without hesitation.
You enjoyed it. But this time you didnt notice someone, a specific someone, seeing the interaction.
When you returned that night, the atmosphere was different.
You felt it immediately.
“What were you doing?” he asked, his voice calm, but there was something tight beneath it.
You paused slightly before answering, “I was just out,” you said. “I ran into Kazuha again, we were just talking-”
“You went out to see him again?” he cut in.
You frowned slightly, “It wasn’t planned,” you said. “We just met again.”
“That doesn’t matter,” he replied, sharper now, stepping closer as if the distance itself annoyed him. “You shouldn’t be going out like that.”
Your brows pulled together, “...why not?”
“Because you don’t understand what you are to other people,” he said, gaze locking onto you like there was no room left for anything else. “You were never made for them.”
You stiffened slightly, “What does that mean?”
Instead of answering verbally, he reached for your arm.
His fingers caught the sleeve of your kimono and pulled it back just enough to expose the doll joint beneath, his touch slowing there like it was familiar, like it was something he had memorized long ago. His thumb traced over it gently.
“You always used to do this,” he said quietly.
You blinked, “...what?”
“When I couldn’t sleep,” he continued, his voice lowering. “When I didn’t understand what I was, when I thought something was wrong with me.” His fingers stayed there, pressing lightly over the joint. “You would trace it like it made sense to you. Like you weren’t afraid of it.”
His gaze finally lifted to yours.
“Human hands would hesitate,” he added. “They would flinch. They would pretend not to see it or act like they don't think it's uncanny, an inanimate object made to mimic humans,”
His grip tightened just slightly on your sleeve.
“Do you think he would love you like this?” he asked.
You froze.
“He’s human,” he continued, voice steady, almost matter-of-fact, but with something sharper underneath. “He has a beginning and an end. A life that breaks in half the moment it starts. Do you think he would stay when he understands what you are? When he realizes you don’t end where he does?”
His fingers pressed lightly again against the joint, like hes trying to prove the point of what you are.
“And even if he did,” he went on more quietly, “it would still end the same way. He grows older. He forgets himself. He disappears.” His hand finally lowered. “You don’t.”
Your chest tightened.
“...then what am I supposed to do?” you asked, voice unsteady now. “Am I just supposed to not feel anything? Not talk to anyone? Not-”
“Let me,” he said.
You blinked, “...what?”
“Let me love you,” he repeated, slower this time, like it was the only answer that had ever made sense. “No one else is built for you. No one else stays. No one else understands what it means to exist like this.”
He stepped closer again.
“But I do.”
A pause.
“I know what you are,” he continued, softer now, almost certain in a way that left no space for doubt. “I know what I am. And I know we don’t break the same way they do.”
His hand lifted, briefly brushing your doll's joint on your wrist again like a habit he couldn’t unlearn.
“So don’t look for something temporary,” he said quietly. “When I’m already here.”
The silence that followed wasn’t empty as the words lingered.
Your expression softened slowly, like something in you had stopped resisting, “...I love you too,” you said quietly.
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Yae started noticing something.
You and him had always been close, that much was expected, encouraged even, something she herself had once pushed for, but this felt.. different. It wasn’t just proximity anymore, not just the way you stood beside him or followed where he went, eager to please, or how he always tried making time for you, it was in the way his attention lingered too long, the way your reactions came too naturally, like there was something unspoken being passed between you that no one else was meant to understand.
At first, she dismissed it.
It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to rely on each other, especially after everything that had happened. If anything, she had expected it. So she let it go, choosing not to look too deeply into something that could very well mean nothing at all.
But then she saw you in the garden.
It hadn’t been intentional. She had only been passing through, her attention elsewhere, she had personal matters to attend to, until movement beneath the sakura tree caught her eye. And when she looked-
She stopped.
You were on his lap.
No, it isn't that you had your head in his lap, sleeping, maybe you were fully straddled across him, your knees resting on either side of his waist, your pelvis pressed into his, your bodies close enough that there was no space left between you. Your hands rested loosely on his shoulders, his hands settled at your waist like it was the most natural place for them to be, like neither of you had thought twice about it.
You were talking to him softly.
Close enough that your faces nearly brushed when one of you leaned in just a little too far.
You weren’t kissing. Nothing about it was outright inappropriate.
But it didn’t matter, something about it felt wrong.
It sent a chill down her spine, something instinctive, something immediate that told her this was not what was supposed to happen.
She didn’t interrupt, nor did she make her presence known or confront either of you,
She just watched for a moment longer than she should have before turning away, her expression tightening slightly as she continued on like she hadn’t seen anything at all.
That was when she started paying attention.
Really paying attention.
It didn’t take long for more moments to reveal themselves, things that might have been brushed off before, things that no one else seemed to question.
One afternoon, she stepped into the kitchen, expecting to find servants preparing the next meal, only to pause when she realized it was just the two of you.
That wasn’t unusual, you had always liked cooking together, well, it was spending time together overall, but anyway. What was unusual was the way it played out.
You stood beside him, focused on what you were doing, your attention on the pot in front of you as you stirred carefully, unaware of the small smear of sauce left near the corner of your lip. You must have tasted it, and it smeared. He noticed it before you did, his gaze catching on it immediately as his hand lifted without hesitation.
He wiped it away with his thumb.
And instead of stopping there-
He brought it to his lips and licked it off.
You blinked at him for a second before letting out a small laugh, the sound light, unbothered, like there was nothing strange about it at all.
“Kuni- you could’ve just told me,” you said, smiling as you turned back to what you were doing.
He only clicked his tongue, looking away slightly like it didn’t matter.
Yae didn’t step in despite the weirded out expression she had on.
She simply turned and left.
Another time, she saw you walking through the halls together, your hand loosely held in his as he spoke about something in a low voice, your attention fixed entirely on him. That alone wasn’t new, but what caught her was the way he stopped mid-sentence, reaching up to adjust something in your hair that didnt need adjusting, his fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary, your expression softening immediately at the touch like it was something you enjoyed.
It was natural to you.
That was the problem.
The adjusting itself isn't necessarily weird, but as things stack up, underneath the normal display, things just feel off.
She started asking the servants after that, subtle at first, phrasing it like casual curiosity rather than concern.
“They work well together,” one servant said, not thinking much of it. “They’ve always been paired like that, haven’t they? It’s what they were made for.”
“They’re close,” another added, more thoughtful, though not suspicious. “The Archon relies on her. It makes sense.”
None of them hesitated or questioned it.
And that was what bothered her.
They didn’t see anything wrong, because to them, your closeness had always been explained away as duty. You were made for him, placed at his side from the beginning, shaped to assist him, to remain with him, to complete what he lacked. To everyone else, what they saw was simply the result of that design.
But Yae knew better.
That wasn’t what she had seen. That wasn’t what this was. Too close. - far too close.
That night, she decided to confirm it for herself.
She slipped into her kitsune form, sneaking into the estate, past the guards, and moved through the hallways with ease. She made her way toward your room first, expecting to find you there like usual.
It was empty.
That alone was enough to make her pause.
You should have been there.
Her ears twitched slightly as she listened, picking up on the faintest shift in presence somewhere deeper within the estate. She didn’t rush, but her movements became more deliberate as she followed it, slipping further in until she reached one of the inner rooms, one that opened out toward a quieter part of the garden, the window left slightly open as the night air drifted inside.
She only needed a glance.
She didn’t step in.
She didn’t need to.
Because the moment she had a peek,
She saw everything.
You were on a low futon, both of you completely naked. Kunikuzushi had you folded beneath him in a deep mating press, your legs pushed up and spread wide, knees nearly touching your shoulders.
His hips drew back slowly, the obscene glint of slick shining on his cock as it slid almost fully out of you. Then he pushed back in with one smooth, deliberate thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
A broken whine slipped from your lips. Your body squirmed beneath him, back arching as much as the position allowed, fingers clutching desperately at his shoulders. He leaned down, pressing soft, almost reverent kisses across your flushed face, your cheeks, your fluttering eyelids, the corner of your trembling mouth, while one hand rested possessively on your breast, thumb brushing over the nipple.
It wasn’t something that could be misunderstood.
It wasn’t something that could be excused as simple fondness of one another.
Her expression tightened, something sharp settling behind her eyes as she pulled back immediately, not giving herself time to look longer than necessary, even though she already did.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Not like this.
Not between the two of you.
Yes, she told Ei to make you both anatomically correct, to have you built as realistically as it could be, but she didnt think it would turn out like this.
She turned and left without hesitation, her pace quicker now, her thoughts already moving ahead.
This had gone too far.
And if she didn’t intervene now, it would only get worse.
The next day, she didn’t bother with formalities.
She entered the estate directly, her steps steady and authoritative as she made her way to his office without announcement. The door slid open with a little aggressiveness she couldn't hide.
He didn’t look up.
He sat on the floor like usual, documents spread around him, brush in hand as he continued writing, his posture composed, unaffected by her clearly irritated display that screamed you're in trouble.
“What,” he said flatly.
Yae stepped inside fully, the door closing behind her as her gaze settled on him, sharp and assessing.
“I’ve been hearing things,” she said, her tone light, but her eyes weren’t. “About you and your little companion. Tell me, just how close have the two of you become?”
He didn’t pause.
“Nothing has changed,” he replied calmly, his brush continuing across the paper. “You’ve seen how we’ve always been.”
She watched him for a moment, then tilted her head slightly.
“Is that so?” she hummed. “Then let me ask you something else.”
This time, there was a brief pause in his writing.
“If the time came,” she continued, her voice steady, deliberate, “would you take a wife?”
The question lingered in the air as he didn’t answer immediately, but his brush resumed, slower this time.
“If it was required,” he said, his tone neutral. “It would be done.”
Yae’s gaze didn’t leave him.
“And would you choose one yourself?” she asked instead, eyes narrowing, “Or would you have one chosen for you?”
There was a brief pause, but his brush didn’t stop this time, the ink continuing across the paper as if the question felt irrelevant.
“No,” he said simply. “A consort isn’t necessary. I can handle state affairs on my own.”
Yae watched him for a moment, her expression unreadable, before she crossed her arms over her chest, clearly unimpressed.
“Don’t try me, Kunikuzushi.”
His brush didnt stop, clearly not caring for whatever she had this time but-
“I saw you,” she said, the lightness gone completely now. “Last night, I saw everything clearly. Don't play dumb, I already know,”
That was when he looked up.
His expression unreadable but dark, his gaze meeting hers without flinching, without denial, not even a hint of surprise.
For the first time since she entered, he gave her his full attention.
“And what will you do?”
Yae blinked slightly at that, the question catching her off guard.
“What?”
He didn’t look away from her.
“And what exactly will you do about it?” he repeated, his tone calm, but there was something else sitting underneath it now, something firmer. “You’re the one who told Ei to make her in the first place. You pushed for it. You said I needed someone, didn’t you? Someone to stand beside me, someone to stabilize me. You made her for me.”
His gaze didn’t waver.
“So what exactly is the problem now?”
Yae’s expression tightened, her composure slipping just slightly. “Kunikuzushi, don’t start twisting this into something it’s not. That’s not what she was made for, and you know it.”
He let out a quiet scoff, setting his brush down this time.
“She’s mine,” he said plainly. “That was the entire point. Or did you forget your own reasoning?”
“That doesn’t mean-”
“And did you really think I’d take a human as a wife?” he cut in, his voice sharper now, something irritated slipping through. “Some fragile thing that would wither in a few decades? Something I’d have to watch die while I stayed the same?”
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze narrowing.
“No one is worthy of that position,” he continued, more quietly now, but more certain. “No one except her. We were made the same, we’ll remain the same, and we’ll exist for the same length of time. There’s no replacement for that, no replacement for how she treated me, for how pathetically adorable she is, so eager to help me in more than one way.”
Yae’s patience snapped at his clearly disgusting implication.
“Kuni, don’t you dare try to justify this,” she said sharply, stepping forward now, her tone losing all pretense of lightness. “This is wrong, you-”
“We what?” he cut in immediately, his expression flattening. “Say it properly.”
Her jaw tightened, “You’re crossing a line.”
He stared at her for a second before letting out a quiet, almost amused breath.
“Are you implying we’re siblings?” he asked, his tone edged with something mocking now. “We don’t have blood, Yae. We don’t have biology. We don’t even have real bodies in the way humans do. So what exactly are you trying to compare this to?”
That was it.
Something in her expression hardened completely.
“I’m taking her,” she said.
He paused, and the shift in the room was immediate.
“What?”
“I said I’m taking her,” she repeated, her voice firm now, leaving no room for misinterpretation. “You’ve taken this too far.”
His gaze sharpened, irritation settling fully now, “No, you won’t.”
“Try me,” she shot back without hesitation. “By the time the sun sets, you’re on your own, Kunikuzushi.”
Before he could respond, she turned and left, slamming the door shut behind her.
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That night before the sun fully set, she didn’t wait.
She moved through the estate unseen again, careful this time because the servants haven't fully left, so she kept avoiding them, slipping through the halls without leaving a trace. She didn’t need anyone witnessing this.
By the time she reached your room, everything was quiet.
You were inside, seated at the vanity, gently brushing through your hair, your movements slow and absentminded, unaware of anything beyond the routine.
The door slid open.
Before you could react, her hand caught your wrist roughly.
You let out a small, pained sound as she pulled you up to your feet without warning.
“Wha- Yae? What are you doing?” you asked, confused, your voice unsteady as you tried to pull back slightly.
“We have to go,” she said quickly, her grip not loosening. “Now.”
“Huh? Why-?”
She didn’t answer as she kept pulling you toward the door.
You stumbled slightly trying to keep up, your confusion growing as her urgency made no sense to you, your free hand instinctively reaching for her arm.
“Yae, wait- what’s going on? Why do we have to-”
She stopped, not because she felt the need to explain to you what happened but because he was already there.
Standing in the doorway and blocking it.
He looked at the two of you, his eyes half-lidded, a small smile resting on his lips, but there was nothing soft about it. It sat wrong, the kind of expression that didn’t reach his eyes at all.
Yae didn’t flinch.
“Move,” she said flatly.
He tilted his head slightly, “And why would I do that?”
“Don’t play dumb,” she replied, her grip on you tightening slightly as she pulled you a step back behind her. “You know exactly why. Move.”
Thats when he opened his eyes fully, the smile gone, a dark glint on his indigo eyes.
“What,” he said slowly, “so you can take what’s mine?”
His gaze flickered to you briefly before returning to her, something darker settling in it.
“No,” he continued, his voice lowering. “I don’t think so.”
Yae shifted, pushing you back slightly behind her.
“Kunikuzushi-”
He didn’t let her finish because the moment she moved-
He struck.
The first hit came too fast to anticipate, cutting through the air and landing before she could react properly, the current snapping through her body as it locked for a second, a sharp breath forced out of her as her footing staggered. It wasn’t that she couldn’t fight back, it was that she hadn’t expected it, and that single moment was enough.
She shoved you further back immediately.
“Stay back-!”
Her vision flared in response, energy pushing outward as she forced herself to counter, the air cracking between them as she blocked the next strike, but it didn’t fully stop it, the current still slipping through enough to make her body jerk again, her stance breaking as she dropped to one knee.
He didn’t rush or hesitate.
Another strike followed, stronger this time, the power behind it heavier, the kind that didn’t leave room to recover easily.
“The first one should have been enough for you to understand,” he said, his voice even as he stepped closer, completely unbothered by her attempts to steady herself. “But I suppose I expected too much.”
She tried to push herself up again, her movements slower now, her breath uneven as the aftershock still ran through her.
He continued like it was nothing.
“I know kitsune are supposed to be clever,” he said, almost conversational, another surge of electro building in his hand, “but this is a bit much, don’t you think? Sneaking around, trying to steal something that doesn’t belong to you.”
Another strike landed.
This one forced her fully to the ground.
“Aren’t Tanuki's the ones known for stealing?” he added, clicking his tongue lightly as he watched her struggle. “It’s disappointing, really. A Kitsune - something that represents Inazuma - acting like that and a shrine maiden at that.”
She still tried to move, tried to get back up but she was too weak now, her movements slow.
He stepped forward, stopping right in front of her.
“Stealing from the Raiden Shogun of this land,” he continued, his tone lowering slightly, something sharper settling into it now, “do you know what that’s called?”
His foot lifted-
And came down hard, pinning her head against the ground before she could move again.
“Treason.”
The word settled heavy.
“And you know what happens to people who commit treason, don’t you?” he went on, his voice steady, almost calm in a way that made it worse. “They’re executed.”
There was no pause after that. No hesitation as he pressed down harder.
A wet, sickening crack split the air as her skull gave way beneath his foot. Bone shattered like porcelain, and dark blood gushed out in thick, hot spurts, splattering across the floorboards and soaking into the edges of her outfit. It pooled quickly under her head, glossy and crimson in the dim light, her pink ears twitching once before going completely still.
And that was it.
“You’ve overstepped,” he finished flatly, his foot still resting there, grinding slightly into the ruined mess even after she was long gone.
Then he looked up to glance back at you and smiled, like this was normal, like he didnt just crush someone's head in front of you.
Your hands were already covering your mouth, your breathing uneven, eyes wide. And the moment he took one step towards you, you instinctively stepped back.
His expression shifted immediately.
“...why are you moving away?” he asked, the smile fading, something sharper replacing it.
You didn’t answer, taking another step back, smaller this time as a small broken sound slipped from your lips, something akin to a scared whine.
He paused as annoyance flickered across his face.
“Why are you acting like that?” he said, more firmly now, stepping forward again, closing the space you tried to make. “Why are you scared?”
That made something in you snap.
“Scared?” you repeated, your voice shaking, your hands dropping from your face as you looked at him properly now. “You- you just killed her. Right in front of me. And you’re asking why I’m scared? Are you fucking serious Kuni?”
His brows pulled slightly, like he didn’t like the way you said that.
“She was trying to take you,” he replied, like that explained everything. “What was I supposed to do? Let her?”
“She wasn’t doing anything wrong!” you shot back immediately, your voice rising without you meaning it to. “She was probably trying to help-”
“Help?” he cut in, his tone dropping. “By taking you away from me?”
“Yes!” you snapped before you could stop yourself, your chest tightening. “Maybe she should have, if this is how you’re going to act!”
The moment the words left your mouth, his expression hardened as something in his gaze went cold.
“...you don’t mean that,” he whispered, voice laced with disbelief.
“I do,” you insisted, even if your voice wavered. “What is wrong with you? You weren’t like this before. You weren’t- you didn’t-” your words caught, your breath hitching as everything started catching up to you all at once. “You didn’t hurt people like this.”
“I did what was necessary,” he replied flatly. “You just didn’t see it before.”
“That doesn’t make it okay!”
“It does if it keeps you here.”
The way he said it was so simple, like your freedom was nothing to him at all made your stomach twist.
“You can’t just decide that!” you said, your voice breaking now. “You can’t just decide that I don’t get to choose anything, that I don’t get to talk to people, that I don’t get to leave-”
“You don’t need to,” he cut in again, sharper now. “No one else is needed. It’s just us. It’s always been just us.”
“That’s not true!”
“It is,” he insisted, stepping closer again, his presence overwhelming in a way it hadn’t been before. “Who else has stayed with you this long? Who else understands you? Who else even can?”
You didn’t answer.
Because you knew.
And he knew you knew.
Yae only stayed around for duty, her loyalty to your creator - your mother, is what kept her around, she doesn't particularly care about either of you personally she just cares about keeping inazuma safe for Ei, and talking about her, your "mother" dosent care about either of you too, she made you for her selfish wish of throwing her responsiblities to someone else, all other humans lived and died right before your eyes. You only had him.
“We were made like this,” he continued, his voice lowering, more controlled now, but no less intense. “You and me. The same. We don’t leave. We don’t change. We don’t disappear like they do.”
His hand reached for your wrist, gripping it, not as rough as before, but firm enough that you couldn’t pull away.
“So stop trying to act like you belong with them,” he said. “You don’t - we don't.”
The adrenaline that had been holding you up, that made you argue, started to fade quickly.
Your chest tightened, your breathing hitching as everything crashed down at once, your vision blurring as tears gathered before you could stop them. Your other hand came up shakily, fingers brushing over your wrist where his grip held you, tracing the visible doll joint there.
“...then why?” you whispered, your voice breaking, your fingers pressing lightly against it. “Why were we made to feel anything at all?”
He didn’t interrupt.
You looked down at your own arm, your thumb dragging slowly over the seam, your shoulders trembling as the tears started falling properly now.
“This isn’t fair,” you continued, your voice cracking as the words came faster. “I feel things the same way they do. I think the same way they do. I want things the same way they do, so why, why does it matter so much that I’m like this?” your grip on your own wrist tightened. “I’m not any less than them just because I have this.”
Your breathing hitched.
“So why does it feel like I am?”
For a moment, he just looked at you.
Then his grip shifted, loosening just enough for his hand to slide over yours where it held your wrist, stopping you from pressing into it any harder.
“You’re not less,” he said, quieter now.
Your gaze flickered up.
“You’re more,” he corrected, his thumb brushing over the joint you were so focused on, “You don’t break. You don’t fade. You don’t get left behind by time like they do.”
His hand guided yours away from your wrist slightly, not letting you keep staring at it like that.
“And you think that’s cruel?” he continued, his voice steady, like he genuinely didn’t understand why you were hurting over it. “To exist without that weakness?”
“I didn’t ask for it,” you said immediately, your voice shaking. “I didn’t ask to feel everything and still be.. different.”
“You didn’t need to ask,” he replied. “You were made exactly the way you’re supposed to be.”
Your brows pulled together, tears still slipping down your face.
“For you?” you whispered, the words coming out before you could stop them.
There was no hesitation.
“Yes.”
The answer came too easily - too naturally.
“And I was made to be incomplete without you,” he added, his gaze not leaving yours. “So why are you looking anywhere else?”
Your breath caught.
“I don’t want you to look at yourself like something’s wrong,” he continued, quieter now, his hand still over yours, grounding it. “Not when I’ve seen every part of you and never once thought that, just how you didn't see me as any less.”
His thumb brushed lightly over your wrist again.
“You didn’t pull away from me,” he said. “So don’t expect me to do it to you.”
Your chest tightened further at that, your emotions tangling together until you couldn’t separate them anymore.
“What happened to you..” you whispered, your voice small now, breaking. “Kuni, you’re- you’re so mean now. You weren’t like this. Why do you keep hurting people like this..?”
For a second, something in his expression flickered, he wanted to say how other people ask - no beg to be hurt from their own idiocy from their own superiority, like a heartbeat is what makes them superior when it's the very thing that stops them from achieving immortality. But he didnt say any of that, instead-
“..I told you,” he said, quieter now. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Before you could respond, he sat down at the edge of the bed first, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. Then, without giving you time to react, he pulled you forward onto his lap in one smooth motion, your legs over his to the side. Your balance caught instinctively as your hands came up to steady yourself against him.
His hand came up to your face, holding your cheek, his thumb brushing just under your eye where tears had gathered.
“You’re still crying,” he muttered, almost under his breath.
“Kuni-” you started, your voice unsteady, your body still tense-
He didn’t let you finish.
He leaned in and kissed you.
You made a small sound against his lips, more of a whine than anything, your hands instinctively pressing weakly against him, not enough to push him away, just enough to show the hesitation still there.
He didn’t stop.
His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you, the kiss deepening despite the way your breathing still hitched, your fear not fully gone.
“Stop thinking about it,” he murmured against your lips, not really giving you the chance to. “Just stay.”
His hand shifted, sliding down to your thigh, gripping it before lifting it slightly, guiding your leg on the other side over his lap until you were properly straddling him now, your light yukata lifting over from the movement, exposing your legs as he pressed your pelvis against his.
You gasped softly at the movement, your hands catching onto him more firmly this time.
He took advantage immediately, pulling you back into the kiss, slower this time, more sensual, like he was trying to overwrite the violence and blood with something else.
While his mouth moved against yours, one hand sneaked up under the hem of your pulled-up yukata, palm gliding over the curve of your ass.
When you gasped again at the contact, he deepened the kiss, tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours. It turned into a slow, heated make-out, tongues sliding together. Neither of you needed to breathe - being puppets -, so the kiss went on and on, deep and consuming.
His other hand moved from your cheek to the back of your skull, fingers threading through your hair as he pressed you closer into the kiss, holding you there firmly.
Under the yukata, his fingers found the edge of your panties. He tugged lightly at the fabric, then paused.
“Lift your hips for me,” he murmured against your lips, voice low and gentle.
You obeyed without thinking, raising yourself just enough. He slid your panties down your thighs in one smooth motion, letting them catch at your knees before they slipped further. The cool air brushed against your now-bare pussy, making you shiver.
Only then did his fingers reach down. The first slow stroke of his fingertips through your folds had you whimper softly into his mouth, making him smile into the kiss. He circled your clit gently at first, then rubbed two fingers against your entrance, smearing your own slick on yourself before he pushed both digits inside you, curling them deliberately.
He explored with patience, each downstroke of his fingers working through your walls, pressing and rubbing against that sensitive spot inside that made your thighs tremble and vision blur.
“Ahh- Kuni...” you whined cutely, the sound small and shaky even though you didn’t need air.
“You’re getting so wet already.. One of the only things she did right is making you automatically correct... who could've thought a pretty little doll could get this soaked?” he purred between kisses, voice low and velvety. “Just for me. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made for me.”
Your chest tightened. The pleasure felt good - too good - but the memory of the sickening crack and the dark blood gushing across the floor flashed again.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes even as you rocked against his hand.“Kuni... I saw-” you started, voice breaking into a soft gasp as his fingers curled harder.
“Shh. Don’t think about her,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You’re mine. Ei made you for me. Not for this world, not for anyone else. Just me and she tried to take that.”
Before you could reply, he pulled his fingers out slowly, the loss making you whine in protest.
Without hesitation, he brought his slick-covered fingers up to his lips. His tongue slipped out, slowly licking a long stripe up his index and middle finger, savoring the taste of your slick with lazy laps. He even closed his lips around one digit for a moment, sucking it clean while his indigo eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time.
You stared back at him, wide-eyed, the display so lewd it would have made you burn with embarrassment if your mind wasn’t already fogged over with pleasure. Instead, all you could do was let out a tiny, mortified whimper.
After watching him for a few seconds, before you could stop yourself, you asked-
“...What does it taste like?”
Kunikuzushi raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by your question. Then a faint, mischievous spark lit in his eyes as an idea formed.
“Wanna try for yourself?” he murmured, voice low and teasing.
You - already flushed from the question you asked and not wanting to embarrass yourself further - nodded slowly, though that wasn't all, you were curious, being both puppets, artificial in every way. What did something like this even taste like to beings like you?
He brought his slick-coated fingers slowly in front of your mouth, tapping your lips slightly in a silent instruction to “open up.”
You parted your lips slightly, tongue slipping out as you started in small, kittenish licks - tentative and shy at first. You dragged your tongue along his fingers, tasting... Nothing.
There was no real flavor at all, only a faint, neutral wetness. It felt strange, almost disappointing in how empty it was.
You blinked up at him, still licking slowly. “It... it doesn’t taste like anything,” you whispered, a tiny pout forming on your lips between licks. “Just.. wet.”
He let out a soft, amused huff.
“Exactly,” he murmured, watching you clean his fingers with those delicate little licks. “Because you were made for me. Nothing about you is supposed to be for anyone else’s senses.. only mine.”
Then he rested both hands on your hips so you don't squirm as he started grinding up against you, the friction of his clothed cock rubbing right against your soaked pussy drawing more helpless sounds from your throat.
“Mmm.. haa.... Kuni..” you gasped, hips twitching despite the guilt twisting in your chest.
With one hand still steady on your hip, he reached between you and undid the obi of your yukata, letting the fabric fall open and slide down your shoulders, baring your skin.
His darkened gaze dropped to the swell of your breasts, taking self-indulgent glances before he took your arm gently, lifting your wrist to his lips, kissing the delicate doll joint there, then each finger one by one, then the joint at your elbow, soft, worshipful presses against the places where porcelain met synthetic flesh.
The tenderness made your breath hitch. Before he could say anything else, you leaned in closer, fingers threading into his indigo hair. You tugged his head back gently and pressed your lips to the back of his neck, right over the glowing Electro symbol.
Your reverent kiss made something in him snap.
A low, feral sound rumbled in his chest. In one swift motion, he shrugged off his own yukata, letting it fall off his shoulders as he pulled down his briefs. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed, already leaking precum. Guiding your hips forward so the head of his cock is probing against you before he started smearing his precum over your entrance.
The blunt pressure made you both sigh.
For a moment he just held you there, tip pressed against you.
Then, slowly, he began to push in - inch by careful inch. You felt every ridge, every stretch as he filled you. When he finally bottomed out, fully seated inside you, both of you were slightly breathless in that strange puppet way.
“..There,” he murmured, forehead resting against yours, voice rough. “Just feel me. Don’t think about anything else.”
He stayed still for a few heartbeats, letting the fullness settle deep inside you. Then he started moving, slow drags of his cock pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, the withdrawal wet and obscene. His hands guided your hips at first, pulling you up and down on his cock. Gradually, your own movements joined his. You rose and fell on him without fully realizing it at first, grinding yourself down onto his length.
A soft, shaky whimper left you.“Kuni.. I can’t stop seeing it..” you whispered brokenly, tears slipping down your cheeks even as pleasure bloomed inside you.
Kunikuzushi’s grip on your hips tightened, but his voice stayed low and soothing against your ear, “Shh... let me fix it” he murmured, “You’re doing so well for me.”
The pace quickened as he buried himself to the hilt with every thrust now, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filling the room. Your breathing hitched into small, needy gasps feeling his tip hit against your g-spot in every thrust.
“It feels.. so good.. but she ah-” you whimpered, the words catching as another deep thrust made your voice crack. “Kuni.. I saw the blood..”
“That’s it.. just like that,” he whispered encouragingly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Focus on me, she dosent matter,”
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. You came hard around him, clenching and pulsing with a soft, broken cry, “Kuni-!”
Your body trembling uncontrollably in his lap as fresh tears spilled over.
He wasnt too far behind, the moment you clenched around him his hips jerked up once, twice, and then he came too, burying himself as deep as possible while he spilled inside you with a low groan.
You felt every pulse as he filled you with his release.
Both of you were panting softly, chests rising and falling out of habit more than need, when you felt him twitch and harden again almost immediately, still buried deep inside your slick, cum-filled pussy.
“Kuni...!” you protested weakly, voice shaky and tired.
He only grinned against your skin, something dark and hungry flickering in his indigo eyes. “Maybe I’m not done yet,” he murmured. “Let me have my share of you.”
Before you could say anything else, he flipped you onto your back on the bed, pressing you down into the sheets. The pace changed completely. He started fucking you harder, deeper, the wet sounds of his cock driving into your cum-slicked cunt echoing louder in the room. You lost count of how many times you came that night, each orgasm blurring into the next, your voice growing hoarse from crying out his name between broken sobs and whimpers.
At some point he turned you over again, pushing your chest down against the bed so your ass was raised high, your face buried in the sheets. He fucked you from behind with rough, relentless thrusts, one hand pressed firmly between your shoulder blades to keep you in place while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave faint marks on your synthetic skin.
You were a trembling, overstimulated mess by the end, “No more... Kuni, no more..” you whimpered desperately, voice cracking as another wave threatened to crash over you.
He buried himself to the hilt one last time, groaning deeply as he came again, pulsing and flooding you with even more of his seed for what felt like the millionth time that night. Only then did he finally slow down.
He pulled out slowly, a thick trail of mixed cum dripping from your abused cunt onto the sheets. Your body collapsed fully onto the bed, exhausted and trembling, unable to hold yourself up any longer.
Kunikuzushi didn’t care about the mess. He simply gathered you into his arms, pulling your limp body against his chest and holding you close. His hand stroked gently down your back, fingers tracing the delicate joints along your spine.
“Sleep,” he whispered against the top of your head, voice softer now, almost tender.
You could still feel the warm stickiness between your thighs and the way his cum slowly leaked out of you, but his arms were secure and warm around you.
“..it’s just us, right?” you asked quietly.
His hold tightened slightly.
“Yeah,” he said. “Just us.”
With your head tucked under his chin and his steady presence surrounding you, exhaustion finally won. Your eyes fluttered shut as you drifted off in his embrace.
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Tsubaki (椿): primarily symbolizes deep, devoted love, quiet affection, and unwavering loyalty. Often associated with love that is both gentle and consuming, the camellia’s way of falling whole rather than petal by petal reflects a connection that does not fade slowly, but ends all at once, making it a symbol of enduring bonds and intensity beneath softness.
Gojo lounged back against the headboard like he owned the entire fucking universe, phone held steady in one hand, that signature cocky grin stretched across his face. His blue eyes sparkled with pure mischief as he watched you straddle his pillow, already flushed and needy. "Look at you, baby," he purred, voice low and teasing, "so fucking desperate you’re gonna hump my pillow like a little slut. God, you’re gorgeous like this. Keep going. Show me how bad you want it."
You rocked your hips forward, the soft fabric of his pillow pressing right against your soaked panties, the friction sending sparks up your spine. Your clit dragged over the seam with every slow grind, the damp spot growing darker as your arousal soaked through. Gojo’s camera captured every second—the way your thighs flexed, the little gasps slipping from your lips, the way your back arched when you found the perfect angle.
"Fuck, that’s it," he groaned from behind the lens, free hand palming the obvious bulge in his sweats. "Look how wet you’re getting my pillow. Such a messy girl. Keep rubbing that pretty pussy on it. Pretend it’s my cock, yeah? Imagine how thick I’d feel sliding between your folds right now."
Your movements grew more frantic, hips rolling in tight circles as you chased the pressure. The pillowcase bunched between your legs, fabric clinging to your slick folds every time you lifted and dropped back down. "Satoru… please," you whimpered, voice already cracking with need. "Touch me. I need your fingers. I need your cock so bad it hurts."
He laughed, the sound rich and cruelly amused, still recording without missing a beat. "Aww, listen to you beg. So cute. But no touching yet, pretty girl. You’re gonna keep humping that pillow until I say otherwise. Look at how your clit’s peeking out every time you grind forward—fuck, that’s hot. Keep going. Show me how you’d ride me if I let you."
You whined louder, grinding harder, the wet sounds of your pussy sliding over the pillow filling the room. Your thighs started to tremble as the pressure built, but it wasn’t enough—not nearly enough. "Please, Satoru," you begged again, eyes glassy, "I’ll be so good. Just let me feel you. I want your cock stretching me open. I want you to fuck me while you record it."
Gojo’s grin widened, but he stayed exactly where he was, phone steady. "Mmm, keep talking like that and maybe I’ll let you suck me off after. But right now? Keep riding my pillow like the desperate little thing you are. Imagine every ridge of my cock dragging over your clit instead of that fabric.
Bet you’re clenching around nothing right now, huh? So empty. So needy." He zoomed in slightly, capturing the way your hips stuttered when you pressed down harder, the way your slick left shiny streaks across the pillowcase. "Goddamn, you look so fucking hot like this. My perfect little pillow slut."
Your breathing turned ragged, moans spilling freely as you chased an orgasm that kept slipping just out of reach. Every roll of your hips made the pillow slide against your swollen clit, the friction maddening but never quite enough to push you over.
"Satoru, please," you sobbed, "I can’t—I need you. Need your hands. Need your cock inside me. Please touch me, I’m begging."
He hummed thoughtfully, still recording every desperate grind, every twitch of your thighs, every broken plea. "Not yet, baby. Keep going. You’re doing so good for me. Look at those pretty tits bouncing while you fuck my pillow. Imagine it’s me underneath you, letting you bounce on my cock instead. Would you cum all over me like you’re about to cum all over this pillow? Yeah, I bet you would." His voice stayed light, teasing, even as his own cock strained visibly against his pants. "Don’t stop. I want to watch this later and jerk off to how fucking wrecked you look right now."
You kept moving, hips rolling in messy, frantic circles, the pillow completely soaked beneath you. Your clit throbbed with every drag, your walls fluttering around nothing, the denial making everything sharper, hotter, more desperate.
Gojo’s praise washed over you in waves—"That’s my girl," "Look at you go," "So fucking pretty when you’re this needy"—but his hands stayed firmly on the phone, refusing to give you what you craved most. You were left grinding, begging, and dripping, completely at his mercy while he captured every second of your desperate, beautiful struggle.
can’t talk rn my mouth’s gagged with her panties >_0 !
“haaahh—fuck baby just like that—nngh…”
“god you’re just a whore satoru. it’s disgusting.” you mewled, your hand pumping his flushed cock, up and down, his thighs shaking slowly while he throbbed in your hold. it was filthy, almost pornographic, the way he was moaning while you were giving him a mere handjob.
you whisked your hand away, with gojo practically whimpering at the loss of contact, before you slowly bent over, getting rid of your pretty blue laced panties, while gojo eyed your dripping cunt like a man starved.
you turned around, moving closer to him panties in hand while he eyed you like prey.
“you finally gna ride me pretty?” you moaned, almost smug, right before you leaned over, cupping his jaw, staring him right in the face.
“nah. just getting you to shut the fuck up so i can get the job done.”
“w—wha-mmph!” you shoved the baby blue panties wet with your slick into his mouth, muffling his voice before you wrapped your pretty hands around his cock again, jerking him off, your hands moving in quick strokes while he struggled to form coherent sentences, biting down on your soaked panties while lolling his head back on his stupid chair.
his tip was flushed an angry shade of red, leaking copious amounts of precum while you moved your hand along his dick, occasionally squeezing while he whimpered and whined like the pathetic slut he was.
“mmmph—nngh pphleashh—” tears were brimming at the corners of his eyes, gods you were so mean, it just wasn’t fair. :(
he came in spurts, his cum coating your hands and his abs while he whimpered into your panties, his cock slowly softening in your grasp before you gave it a final squeeze.
you moved your hands up, finally taking the panties out of his mouth, his drool pooling around his lips—a string of saliva connecting him to your poor, stained panties.
“now, that wasn’t so hard, was it ‘toru?”
and he swore he could feel his cock slowly harden. again.
yeah im a genius yooo
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✮⋆˙. (▀▀̮▀) The strongest teaches you how to squirt . . .
You wanted to learn how to squirt.
Like, you really wanted to learn.
Being all over Twitter didn't help you either, as there's always somebody asking, oh, “ how do you squirt?” Or, “guys, I just learned how to squirt for the first time and I've never felt so much better.” And you just can't help but get FOMO.
Okay yeah sure, every time Gojo fucks you really good, it feels amazing, but something's missing.
He's already done everything in the book with you, with a few concepts here and there untouched, but you always end up satisfied, so you never dwelled on it.
You just really, really wanted to try feeling something new.
You already tried to do it yourself countless times, but your fingers could never reach the spots that he does, especially since his are significantly longer than yours.
So when he's currently fucking you and training your pussy to be more sensitive, it seems you finally get the hang of it.
“Mngh— fuck toru that…feels s’good..”
Gojo's long fingers curl deep inside your soaked pussy, his thumb pressing and pushing hard against your swollen clit with constant pressure.
He watched your face intently, bright blue eyes focusing on your pretty face as your walls flutter around his digits.
"Thaaat's it, baby," he murmurs, voice low and rough against your ear.
"You said you wanted to learn, yeah?"
His pace kept quickening as both fingers pumped into you steady, scissoring slightly on each thrust to stretch you open while his palm slaps wetly against your mound.
Your hips buck up off the bed, chasing the overwhelming sensation slowly building low in your belly.
Every stroke drags against that sensitive spot inside you, sending heatwaves through your body.
Gojo moves down, sucking one of your nipples right into his mouth. He bites down just hard enough to make you whine out, before soothing the sting with his tongue.
His free hand pins your thigh wider, keeping you spread for him as he works through your pussy harder.
Your breath comes out in short gasps when the pressure inside you grows almost unbearable, feeling like a tight coil getting tighter and tighter before releasing itself.
Your pussy clenches eagerly around his fingers as finally, a sudden rush of clear liquid sprays out all around them, soaking his hand and his wrist, along with the sheets beneath you in a hot, messy gush.
Gojo smiles and groans at the sight, fingering you through it with quick movements, so that the squirt keeps coming in short bursts.
"Fuuck, look at that," he growls, eyes locked on the way your cunt pulses and sprays. "So pretty when you let loose like that."
Your thighs tremble, clit becoming achingly sensitive.
You gripped the sheets and looked down at the mess, “hah…oh my god…what a mess..”
Another wave hits as he keeps rubbing your clit in tight circles, drawing out every last tremor and whine until you're left twitching, the new bedsheets already soiled under you.
He finally slows his hand down, but doesn't pull out, carefully stroking your inner walls as the aftershocks roll through you.
"Atta girl," he praises, voice coated with satisfaction.
ᯓ★ This month's recommendations! I'd really love if other people could join me in this too and use the monthly mentions tag! whatever your fandoms or tastes are, boosting writers is really important.
ᯓ★ Please check out these recommendations, maybe peek at some blogs and follow some new writers today!
✧ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓
18+ husband! pantalone — ewnamored / @amourbid
he doesn't say 'i love you' but... feat. zhongli, kazuha, diluc, alhaitham, xiao, thoma, scaramouche, neuvillette, cyno — @xiaolovesu
18+ lohen's kinks — @limeiryll / @flowercanopy
diluc being affectionate with you — @ayioumz
old! zandik x reader — @minjitorre
18+ how dottore's different segments treat you — @auratux
✧ 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍
18+ your husband toru tries to knock you up! — @mimimochis
18+ nurse! reader x underground fighter! gojo — @tonycries
18+ bf! gojo can't be serious in cowgirl position — @mimimochis
