First and foremost, the reason you're probably here, I'm BaronBadBeavoir on AO3.
My Kuzuhina smut anthology, "Live or Die, You and I Are Together" can be found here.
Also, the Kuzuhination discord server can be found here.
This account is definitely NSFW. I would prefer that minors DNI, but I know that some of you are still going to, because I sure did at that age. So just be smart about it, please.
Name: Kelsey/Sparky/Baron
Gender/Pronouns: gender fluid, female-leaning, any pronouns are okay, she/her by default
Birthday: September 23 - Libra (✿ ꈍᴗꈍ)
Age: 38 (If that makes you uncomfortable, that's fine, you are more than welcome to leave. Please don't give me a hard time for being in a fandom at my age, I am also allowed to have interests.)
Some Fun Facts:
-I work in a morgue
-I'm married and have a son
-I stopped writing fanfiction for like 10+ years, but I'm back and stronger than ever ✨
-I'm here to be your internet mom
-In case you couldn't tell, I'm a huge fan of Kuzuhina and Fuyuhiko in particular
-I'm also a huge anime nerd lol, my favorite is the original Shaman King series
Important Tags:
I post a lot of short fics here with the tag "sparky writes"
I also post a lot of headcanons with the tag "y'all like headcanons?"
fictional characters can't consent because they aren't real.. but YOU can consent to reading heavy themes, and you can withdraw consent by clicking the back button and stopping any time, it is your choice to read stories that include or exclude consent 👍
I officially consider Fuyuhiko a very specific kind of demisexual. He won’t actually have sex with just anyone, but then, when he does find someone he’s connected to,
He can’t fucking stop.
I agree so hard that I had to write something for this:
Fuyuhiko had never considered himself a particularly sexual person. He found certain people attractive, sure, but he rarely felt the urge to do more than just look. Sex was never really on his radar.
Even during puberty, when all the other boys were talking about crushes and what they wanted to do to them, Fuyuhiko couldn't relate. He would have fleeting moments where his hormones took over, but he never felt the need to act on those desires.
It wasn't that he never experienced arousal - he did, and he certainly wasn't above jerking off if he needed to. But, more often than not, he found it simple enough to ignore. His self control had always been strong, plus the idea of actually going out and getting laid seemed like too much trouble. Better to put his head down and bear it.
And for a long time, that worked out just fine. There wasn't anyone he wanted to have sex with anyway, so it was easy for Fuyuhiko to ignore any stray carnal urges. His prickly personality kept most potential suitors away, so he rarely had anyone trying to get into his pants, either. Most of the time, his sex drive was the last thing on his mind.
But then he met Hajime.
The change wasn't instantaneous, of course. Fuyuhiko found him physically attractive, but thought he was too much of a dumbass to ever consider him as a potential love interest. His attraction was more of a passing thought than anything he actually wanted to act upon.
But, over time, Hajime managed to weasel his way into Fuyuhiko's heart. They connected in a way that Fuyuhiko was completely unprepared for, and Hajime became infuriatingly good at disarming him, getting him to admit to thoughts and feelings he would never have told anyone else. Hajime became his very first friend.
Fuyuhiko supposed that he shouldn't have been surprised when his feelings for Hajime became even deeper than that. As little as he thought about sex, he thought about romance even less, so he was caught completely by surprise when he realized how he felt. Somewhere along the line, he had fallen in love with Hajime, and he had fallen hard. Once he came to that realization, the line between friends and lovers quickly began to blur.
…Well, it was probably more accurate to say that that line had become blurred long before then, and Fuyuhiko was finally noticing. He decided there was no point delaying any longer and promptly confessed his feelings to Hajime, who thankfully returned the sentiment. They had been dating ever since.
That was probably when Fuyuhiko began to change. He had never thought much about sex before, but gradually, during his relationship with Hajime, he found himself thinking about it more and more. He loved Hajime, and that seemed to make his physical attraction to him grow exponentially. Fuyuhiko was startled to realize that not only did he want to have sex with Hajime, he wanted it badly.
It took him a long time to actually express that desire to his boyfriend. When he finally did, however, he was relieved when Hajime told him that he wanted him just as badly. Their feelings quickly got the better of them, and before they knew it, they were in bed together.
Like most first times, it involved a lot of awkwardness and fumbling, as neither of them really knew what they were doing. But in the end, they both felt satisfied, physically and emotionally, and more connected than ever before. Neither of them could wait for the next time.
That was when Fuyuhiko really started to notice the change in his mentality. Before, he had barely thought about sex, but after sleeping with Hajime, he found himself thinking about it all the time. Just remembering their night together, or thinking about Hajime's body for slightly too long, had Fuyuhiko achingly hard.
At first, he tried to ignore it, like he always had. That lasted for two miserable weeks before he finally cracked. Hajime had made some stupid comment and smiled in that annoyingly endearing way, and Fuyuhiko's will had given out. He clamored into his boyfriend's lap, kissing him roughly and tugging at his clothes. Hajime was surprised but receptive, and eagerly began groping him back.
Their second time was even better than the first, since they had a better understanding of what to do. They explored each other's bodies until they were both completely spent. Fuyuhiko had locked his legs around Hajime's hips, refusing to let him pull out until he finally stopped trembling. Hajime had happily kissed his neck as he calmed down.
Fuyuhiko's sexual fixation only got worse from there. Now he knew how good sex with Hajime felt, and he wanted more.
Again, the yakuza heir tried to exercise restraint, refusing to jump Hajime's bones every time he got the urge. He told himself that he was above it, that he didn't need sex, that he wasn't some useless slut who couldn't keep his fucking legs closed.
What he certainly wasn't above was agreeing anytime Hajime tried to initiate sex. He told himself that that was different, that he was just keeping his boyfriend happy. He convinced himself that just saying yes didn't make him a whore.
He certainly didn't anticipate the effect that would have on Hajime, however. The brunette was quick to notice that he was the only one who ever initiated sex, and his generally low self-confidence began to translate that as Fuyuhiko not wanting to sleep with him.
Fuyuhiko was, obviously, quick to dismiss that idea, but he realized that he would have to tell Hajime the truth to really convince him.
Hajime had listened to his boyfriend’s thought process with a furrowed brow. “Fuyuhiko, you're not a whore for wanting to have sex more often.”
The blonde had shrugged evasively, but Hajime didn't let up.
“If that's what you've been worried about, don't be. I would never think of you like that.” He had given Fuyuhiko one of those earnest expressions he always pulled, knowing his grumpy boyfriend couldn't resist. “I love you, and I want you to be open with me. If you want to sleep together, just tell me.”
Fuyuhiko wanted to tell him that it wasn't that easy to get out of his own head, but instead he just mumbled some vague agreement.
He did try to be more open, though. He began expressing his desires to Hajime more often, and, true to his word, Hajime never judged him for it. He almost always took Fuyuhiko up on the offer, oftentimes scooping him up on the spot and carrying him to the bed (or whatever nearby furniture looked like it would be comfortable to have sex on).
Gradually, Fuyuhiko got more comfortable with asking for sex and stopped trying to repress himself. As a result, his sexual thoughts became more frequent than ever. He found himself coming onto Hajime almost every day, ranging from casual propositions to growled demands to be fucked.
Luckily, Hajime didn't seem to mind. He was more than happy to give his boyfriend what he wanted, easily matching his level of intensity.
By the time Fuyuhiko realized how much his stance on sex had changed, it was far too late to go back. Now, not only did he love having sex with Hajime, he craved it. Even with his powerful self-control, Fuyuhiko found it hard to get through more than a day without longing for his boyfriend’s touch.
I don't know how to end this??? Maybe I'll add more later lol.
Anyway, is this kind of what you had in mind? (Ignore the fact that this ask is super old, shhhh)
Natsumi stomped down the hallway, completely done with everyone else's bullshit.
The clan meeting she had just come from had run entirely too long, which was bad enough on its own, but to make things worse, no one had listened to her ideas. Her asshole father was too set in his ways, and her dumbass brother was too determined to do everything himself, leaving no room for Natsumi's input.
The whole thing had left her incredibly pissed off, on her fucking birthday, of all days, and now she needed an outlet. She reached her destination and knocked loudly on the door, then she crossed her arms and waited.
Luckily, it didn't take long for the door to open. Hajime looked surprised for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a genuine smile. “Oh, hey, Natsumi. Happy b-”
The blonde cut him off by shoving her way into his apartment. “Yeah, thanks. Come on.”
Hajime closed the door and followed her, confused. “Uh, I wasn't expecting you this early. Did everything go okay with your family?”
“No,” she replied curtly, striding straight into Hajime's bedroom. “That meeting was a fuckin’ shitshow, and I'm mad about it.” She turned to face him, crossing her arms again.
Her boyfriend furrowed his brow as he stopped in front of her. “I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?”
Natsumi glared at him. “No, I don't want to fucking talk about it, you pussy.”
Hajime frowned. “Hey, you don't need to take it out on me.”
“Actually, I do,” Natsumi countered, putting her hands on her hips. “Get on the bed.”
There was a moment of silence as her words sunk in. Hajime blinked in surprise. “Uh… what?”
Rolling her eyes, Natsumi explained, “I've had a really shitty day, and I need something to help me relax.” She stepped forward, grabbing onto his tie and yanking him closer. “So get on the fuckin' bed.”
Hesitantly, Hajime moved towards the bed. He generally wasn't a fan of Natsumi using sex as a substitute for talking about her problems, but this situation felt different.
Or maybe he was just telling himself that because his dick was already hard. Either way.
Natsumi watched with satisfaction as her boyfriend climbed onto the bed and laid against the pillows. Once he was settled, the yakuza heiress began stripping, tossing her clothes haphazardly to the side.
She stood before him totally nude, smirking at the look on his face. “Ready for my birthday present~?”
Hajime raised an eyebrow at her. “I mean, I have an actual present for you, but this is good, too.”
“Shut up,” Natsumi replied, crawling over him. She positioned herself straddling his face, meeting his surprised gaze between her thighs. “Now put that smartass mouth of yours to good use.”
The brunette was startled to suddenly find himself faced with Natsumi's pussy, but he certainly wasn't upset about the situation. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before wrapping his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer. He leaned up to press a soft kiss against her lower lips.
Natsumi snorted, cheeks flushed already. “You're so lame.”
Ignoring her jabs, Hajime squeezed her thighs. He ran his tongue flat over her cunt, from back to front, gently flicking her clit at the end. He pulled her down, coaxing her to sit fully on his face.
The blonde bit her lip at the teasing touch. She carefully rested her weight on him, sitting directly over his mouth. His hot breath on her most intimate area made her shiver. “Mmm… Come on, Hajime…”
Obediently, Hajime licked her again, broad strokes with the flat of his tongue. After a few laps, his tongue dipped between her folds, licking into her core. His eyes closed, allowing the scent and taste of Natsumi to overwhelm his senses.
Moaning softly, Natsumi rocked against his face. She was rewarded when Hajime's tongue pushed deeper inside of her. “Nnng, fuck… This is just what I needed…”
Her boyfriend let out a light moan of his own as he continued his work. His tongue pushed into her a few times before licking along her labia again, stopping only to caress her clit. He closed his mouth over the sensitive nub, sucking hard.
Natsumi arched her back with a cry. “Ah! S-Shit, Hajime!” Her hips bucked involuntarily into his mouth, eager for more of that sharp pleasure.
Hajime released her clit and resumed enthusiastically licking her pussy. His fingers dug into her inner thighs, pulling her tight against his face as he continued thoroughly eating her out.
The blonde moaned and whined, rolling her hips into each swipe of his tongue. She looked down at him between her legs and let out a breathless laugh. Even with his eyes closed, she could tell how much he was enjoying himself. “Mmm, you really love this, don't you?” she smirked, breathing heavily. “You love eating my pussy, huh?”
Hazel eyes cracked open to look up at her, but Hajime just made an affirmative sound and continued what he was doing. He ran his tongue between her inner labia before sucking lightly on one and then the other. He plunged his tongue inside of her again, tasting her core.
Natsumi let out another moan, arching her back and moving her hips faster. She began riding his tongue, eyelids fluttering as the appendage thrust into her over and over. She wasn't going to last much longer at this rate. “Fuck… ‘m so close…”
That just seemed to spur Hajime on. His tongue moved faster, roughly pushing into Natsumi again and again. He listened to her moans get higher and more frequent, and right when they seemed loudest, he switched to suck hard on her clit.
The sudden intense pressure on her most sensitive spot had Natsumi tumbling over the edge. She cried out as she came, instinctively grinding down onto Hajime's face, riding out her orgasm.
Once she finally finished, she lifted off of Hajime's face and rolled to the side, laying beside him. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, but a fucked-out smile spread across her face. “Hah… Fuck, that was awesome,” she laughed.
Hajime was panting as well, trying to catch his breath after nearly being smothered by Natsumi's cunt. He looked over at her, eyes still dark with lust. “...Yeah,” he agreed, gaze raking over her naked body. “We’re not done, though, are we?”
The blonde raised an eyebrow at him, but she recognized the look on his face. Her eyes trailed down to his pants and the very obvious erection he was sporting, and she smirked. “Oh? You want to fuck me?”
Nodding, Hajime rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed. “Please, can I?”
Natsumi pretended to think it over. “Hmm, well, you are being a good boy…So I guess it's fine.”
Immediately, Hajime lunged forward, kissing her deeply. Natsumi let out a surprised moan. She could taste herself on his tongue, and there was something so hot and dirty about it.
She broke the kiss a moment later, still smirking at her boyfriend. “Take your clothes off, dummy.”
Hajime sat up on his knees and started frantically undressing. Natsumi bit her lip as she watched him, pleased by his eagerness. Once he was naked, he climbed on top of her again, ready for more.
Natsumi happily wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. “Come on, Hajime,” she purred. “Fuck me already.”
Obediently, Hajime reached down and guided himself to Natsumi's entrance. He rubbed his cock between her slick folds a few times before finally pushing inside. A soft groan escaped his throat as he sank into her hot, wet pussy.
The blonde let out a pleased moan, eyes fluttering closed. She felt sensitive after her orgasm, but Hajime's cock sliding into her still felt incredibly satisfying. Her legs spread wider, inviting him deeper.
Once he reached the hilt, Hajime let out the breath he had apparently been holding. He pressed his hips tightly against Natsumi, just reveling in the feeling of being inside of her. “F-Fuck,” he breathed.
Natsumi's eyes opened and she smirked up at her lover. “Mmn, feels good, huh?” She rocked her hips against him, smiling wider when he let out a gasp.
Hajime's hands slid down to her hips, gripping them tightly as he gave a cautious thrust. Natsumi moaned encouragingly, and he took that as a sign to continue. He thrust into her again and again, developing a quick rhythm that had both of them breathing heavily.
The brunette’s eyes squeezed shut and he dropped his head onto Natsumi's shoulder. His thrusts became frantic almost immediately, desperately chasing his own pleasure, losing himself in his lover's hot body.
One of Natsumi's hands came up to grip Hajime's hair, while the other tangled in the sheets. She bit her lip, enjoying the way Hajime was losing control. She raised her hips, wrapping her legs around his waist, happily meeting each of his thrusts.
“...This isn't gonna take long,” Hajime admitted breathlessly.
Natsumi couldn't help but laugh. “Does it ever?” she teased. Her boyfriend looked up just enough to glare at her, but she just smirked back. “Hah, it's okay, Hajime. I know it's just because you love my pussy so much~”
As much as Hajime wanted to snap back at her, he really couldn't argue - being inside of his girlfriend felt incredibly good.
So instead, he just began thrusting harder, pounding Natsumi relentlessly into the mattress. She cried out in surprise, but it quickly turned into moans of delight, so Hajime allowed himself to be swept up in the moment again.
“Fuck, I'm close,” Hajime growled against her shoulder.
Natsumi wanted to tease him more, but honestly, she was almost at her limit, too. “Mmn… Good… Want you to cum for me,” she purred, rocking into each thrust. She reached one hand between their bodies, fingers sliding down to circle her clit. “Ahh…! Fuck, Hajime…!”
After only a few more thrusts, the pleasure became too much for Hajime. He felt himself beginning to tumble over the edge and he attempted to pull out of his partner, but Natsumi's legs tightened around him, holding him in place. With a startled moan, he came, spilling his seed inside.
His girlfriend arched under him, rubbing herself furiously. The feeling of Hajime's cum filling her up was the last push she needed. With a cry, Natsumi reached her climax, squeezing her legs around her lover and grinding desperately onto his cock.
Hajime raised himself up on his arms, panting. He looked at Natsumi in alarm. “S-Sorry, I tried to pull out, I-”
“It's fine,” the blonde slurred, sagging against the pillows. A satisfied grin spread across her face. “Mmm, it felt amazing.”
Her words made Hajime incredibly happy, but he still felt nervous. “...Are you sure it's okay?”
Natsumi waved a hand at him flippantly. “I'm telling you, it's fine. I'm not gonna get pregnant, if that's what you're worried about.”
Hajime hesitantly accepted her reassurance. He carefully pulled out of her and rolled to the side. “Well… Are you feeling better?”
The blonde sighed, stretching her sore limbs. “Yeah, thankfully. I just needed something to take my mind off of all those dumbasses.” She smiled at Hajime. “So thanks.”
He smiled back at her. “Glad I could help.” He leaned in to kiss her gently, and when he pulled back, he added, “Happy birthday, by the way.”
Natsumi snorted, but a blush dusted her cheeks. She pulled him into another kiss. “Mmm… Dork.”
I have no idea if this is any good, but I finished it! Yay me!
