┌─── “ ♤ „Syp; Divorces are never easy, but it’s easier when you have a reason to.
╰➸・ wc 2257
・✿・ This work contains: Afab!fem!reader suggestive speech, references to child abuse, angst, pregnant reader.
┌─── “ ♤ My little love - Adele
・✿・ Author’s note: An entry for @midnightwonderland-writer “50 ways to say goodbye Collab”
୨ ✦ ୧ You were the woman who had everything – according to outsiders who peer into your life through a rose-colored glass. That same glass that stained any problem in your life with a slash of vibrant pinks.
“It can’t be that bad! After all, you have everything!”
The glass allowed them to paint their narrative of your life. To them, you were the epitome of success for housewives. Your husband is successful, kind, caring, and generous. Sure, appearance – he’s a little on the rough side, but that’s one of his charms. No one would assume such a gentleman hides behind his scary façade, even when his eyes are as cold as the winter night, or his words cut deeper than any blade ever could. He’s gentle, he shows it in the way he grabs you with such caution, how he holds you. But no one could ever let this gentleness mistake then – he can still hurt anyone he pleases and with ease. Not as if anyone could mistake it, it’s obvious that his tender side is only for a select few. You, his darling wife. His siblings, and his soon-to-be son.
That’s right, you’re pregnant and on the first try too. You have it all, don’t you, Mrs. Shiba?
You want to say yes, you want to agree with the women who leave petty comments out of jealousy. Just to spite them, you want to flaunt your relationship, your husband as if it is nothing less of a wonderland for you, but that would be a lie. At a time, not too long ago, it was. Not anymore, because you can no longer look at him the same, not as you once did. You’ve tried to, you tried to bring back the sparkle in your eyes when he come home from work. You tried to make your voice higher with excited squeals when he lifts you, like before. You even tried to love him, but it didn’t feel right, it’s not right. Being with Taiju, it… It isn’t right anymore. Not after what you learned.
You held onto Hakkai’s forearm as he guided you to the couch, hand against your back keeping you stable.
“You know… This is the same couch where we made little one here.” You giggled as you nodded towards the furniture. Sounds of gags and “gross” left the siblings mouth, only giving you another reason to giggle.
“You disgust me.” Yuzuha bluntly says with no harm behind her words. Hakkai nodded his head in agreeance, that was out of line.
“I’m sorry, Hakkai… Yuzuha.” You sighed. A huff leaves your mouth when you’re finally able to sit down on the soft couch. It’s been so long since you’ve seen them; the all too famous Shiba siblings. Hakkai, one of the most popular up-coming models, and his beautiful manager Yuzuha. All you wanted was to make them a nice and homemade meal for their return to Tokyo – you tried too. Pushing yourself way past your limits. You know better, as a pregnant woman you shouldn’t be pushing yourself. Rationalize all you want with excuses and your intent; you should be sitting. You sigh again, disappointed with yourself. You know you shouldn’t be ashamed for being unable to cook when you’re carrying this child, but you wanted to take care of the others first.
You always saw the two siblings more like your children more than your brother and sister-in-law, even once… You giggle every time you remember this – Hakkai slipped up and called you mom. It shook both Taiju and Yuzuha when it happened, Taiju standing out of his seat in surprise and Yuzuha choking up her coffee. But you reacted differently, your hand found itself on his head, ruffling his long hair. You felt warm on the inside at that moment, that’s when you knew, you wanted to be a mom.
“Stop, Y/n. It’s not your fault, it’s his fault.” Yuzuha giggles as she softly pokes your belly from her seat right by your feet.
“Yeah! Don’t be upset, you shouldn’t push yourself too hard anyways.” Hakkai huffed as he scolded you – you giggled at how worried he was. He’s overbearing with his constant worry, but it was adorable. He’s a good kid. His arms crossed pushing into the head of the couch, chin resting on his arms right next to your head.
“We can always order out.” Yuzuha offered with dazzling eyes.
“No-no!” You were quick to decline. “All you guys do is eat out, that can’t be healthy. Besides, our little model here needs to watch what he eats.” Your hand cupped his face, gently squeezing his cheeks. “Just give me a minute, I’ll finish dinner… Phew~”
“You know, I would’ve never thought Taiju would have a kid.” Yuzuha chuckled as she leaned back on the couch.
“Yeah – he wasn’t very… kid-friendly.” A nervous chuckle left Hakkai’s mouth, and there you sat, confused. Taiju had a rough life growing up, you know that. With his mom passing and his dad not active in his life, he turned to a life of crime and gangs, all while trying his hardest to raise his siblings.
A confused breath of air left your mouth, it could be taken as a chuckle. “What do you mean?” Your hand slowly caresses your belly in a circular motion out of habit. Whenever you’re anxious or feel an overwhelming amount of emotion you caress your belly, it’s your way of telling your baby everything’s okay. This all started when you read somewhere that even during the pregnancy your baby can feel your emotions. Nonetheless, you shouldn’t feel this way. It could’ve just been a simple joke, but it seemed… More than that.
“What do you mean? Don’t you know?” Yuzuha questioned with an awkward smile. The gloominess that overtook the atmosphere had you feeling even more anxious like a giant hole was eating you away. You felt on the brink of tears, you don’t know why, but you knew something was wrong. All you could do was shake your head, eyes pleading for her to tell you what happened. When Yuzuha adverted her eyes from your gaze, you looked at Hakkai who did the same.
Moments of gloomy silence before you decided to break it, the feeling was quickly eating you away. You just couldn’t take it anymore – “Guys… What’s going on?” You could sense the fear in the two, Hakkai began to sweat as Yuzuha fidgeted with her shirt. His thumb gave him comfort, biting away at the nail.
“W-We can’t…” Yuzuha spoke quietly. A hushed tone is full of secrets. She was afraid, not even afraid. She was terrified. You watched as her skin turned pale and from this angle, you could see the quiver in her lips.
“You can, you can trust me. Both of you guys, you know that.” Your warm arm gave her a sense of safety on her shoulder.
A whimper of a giggle from the agitated woman. “Hell...” Hand palming her face, “Where do I even start?” She finally looked at you, a broken smile with watery eyes. You were so close to crying right then and there, but you couldn’t. You don’t even know what happened.
Maybe a part of you wishes that you didn’t know that you didn’t ask. But that would be selfish of you. Selfish to want to continue your ignorant bliss, your happy marriage without this deep feeling of disgust, hatred, and fear. How could he do something like that and keep it hidden? You intently listen to Yuzuha and the occasional chime from Hakkai, you watched as emotions spewed out of them in various forms as they retold their story, reliving it through each word. You saw how Yuzuha hit her thigh out of anger with her face scrunched up, how Hakkai who finally sat down next to you kept trembling his leg. Why did you have to ask? Why didn’t you leave it alone? Not even for yourself, but them. For your babies.
Tears were shed from all parties, and hugs and words of comfort were shared from you to them. When it was all said and done, they made you promise – promise that you wouldn’t tell him. Much more, promise that this wouldn’t change anything between the two of you, to keep your relationship strong for you, for him, for your son. At the moment, you did.
You promised them and you don’t just give out promises to break. You tried to, you did, but all you could see was red. He kept that hidden from you, deliberately. He’s noticed the change in your attitude towards him, how you turn away from his kisses and turn down his affection.
“Are you doing okay, my love?” He would hold you from behind, hands under your quickly growing belly. He would kiss your neck as his eyes stared at yours through the mirror, you felt disgusting. You refused to meet his eyes, bristles of the brush going through your hair were what you tried to focus on, even when his kisses got progressively rougher – you couldn’t ignore him for long. Gently you removed his hands from your belly and shifted from his grasp.
“I’m fine.”
He tried to chalk it up to the pregnancy, but this was different. This wasn’t a mood swing because of a child, this was pure hate. It was confirmed tonight, coming home from a long day at work to a quiet home. All the lights were off except for the one in the dining room where you sat. No music, no pointless noise. Just you and your thoughts as you rubbed your stomach. He undid his tie as he walked into the dining room, so many questions filling his already frantic mind.
“Beloved?” He questioned you, but more about the suitcase that rested by the legs of the chair.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Full of so many emotions, mostly hurt when you questioned him. You try to hold back your tears and the shaking of your legs.
“Tell you what, my love?” He stepped closer to you with uncertainty.
“What you did…” Your long pause gave him time to respond.
“What I did– “ But you refused to let him play dumb, not anymore.
“To Yuzuha and Hakkai. You hurt them? Put your hands on them? You…” Your voice began to break at your last word, a dry swallow, and a precarious deep breath in – “You abused those poor kids?”
“Y/n….” His worst nightmare came to life; you finding out what he did as a teenager and him having no way of explaining it to you because not even he understood why he did it.
“You couldn’t have expected me to stay in the dark forever, could you? To stay ignorant to what you did?” You unsteadily scoff. “But that’s what you wanted right – for me to stay in the dark. That’s why you never told me. Because you knew. You knew! You knew I would never have pursued a relationship with you!” Your voice raised the more you talked about it, sadness turning into anger during this confrontation.
His fist clenched, lips contorting as he harshly bit them; “They told you?”
“Yeah. They did… They told me everything, Taiju. How could you?” Head held down; your voice lowered into a quieter tone. At this moment, Taiju felt his entire world crash. He’s always been regretful for what he did, for the actions he committed, the sins against his siblings – he will never forgive himself for that. And seeing you, so disappointed and disgusted that you refused to look him in the eyes, he never felt worse.
“I was angry…” His large hand against your knee as he kneeled in front of you. “I was young, I didn’t know how to raise them properly. There are many things I would change if I could.” His hand reaching to hold your defeated head – tears dripping down your cheeks with silent weeps. All you could think was “how could you?”
“But you can’t.”
“And I will live with that regret for the rest of my life, trust me.” You could tell by the look in his eyes, that he regretted everything he did, he said, he regretted not telling you. For a moment, you thought this was something you could fix – at that moment, you felt your son moving in your belly. Ah. You can’t. You can’t risk that, not with him on the way. You remember the fear in Hakkai’s eyes when Yuzuha said that story, how hesitant he was to talk about it – you refused for that to happen to your son. Because all it takes is one bad day…
“You should.” Removing his hand from your thigh. “You should, Taiju. And you should do it alone.” Your smaller hand wrapped around his wrist – he got the message, letting go of your face although reluctant. Turning to the side you grabbed a piece of paper that rested on the chair next to you, sliding the paper over to Taiju on the table. The sliding sound of the paper was too much reminiscent of the sound in those heartbreak movies, where the wife is finally fed up with her husband. Those stupid sob movies you forced him to watch. And she would repeat those dreaded words, the ones that were the most terrifying to Taiju. He knew it was inescapable, but he still prayed. Prayed that you wouldn’t do the same thing those women did to their husbands.
┌─── “ ♤ „Syp; As Bonten's scuba diver, you have to dive into the depths of the water at the command of Mikey. This time is no different, or so you expect.
╰➸・ wc 5489
・✿・ This work contains: Afab!fem!reader, Octopus!Hanma, monster fucking, tentacles, ooze/slime, triple penetration, face fucking, no actual dick just tentacles, non-con/dub-con, creampie, dark content, scuba diver!reader, cheating (not really), condescending praise, manipulation, blackmail, degradation, delusions.
┌─── “ ♤ Author’s note: An entry for @iwaasfairy “Persephone” Collab. Edited: I didn't realized I used the wrong syp for this story. Damn.
୨ ✦ ୧ Dingy yellow lights that occasionally flicker illuminated the dismal room. Columns of shelves stand side by side filled with diving gear and spare clothes for after the dive. One long wooden planked bench sat in the middle, puddles of water resting right under it and droplets that lead to the bench.
In the middle of taking the scuba fins from around your feet your foot freezes halfway in the air with your hands in the middle of pulling it off. Kakucho’s voice is to blame. Echoes of his voice bounce throughout the empty diver’s area. “Boss wants you in the water.”
Your face deadpans as you set your foot back on the ground, your foot still having the fin attached. A sigh leaves your mouth, head hanging low with a soft shake to it. You can’t complain, you signed up for this. The boss isn’t one to give his employees a break, especially when he doesn’t take one himself. All this overtime better show up on your paycheck.
Leaning back with your head trying to look past the darkness of the hallway to no avail. Only able to see the light hitting his dark suit sleeve of Kakucho. “Stop standing in the dark like a creep— come tell me properly.” Your hands sit on the planked bench resting behind you keeping your leaning body stable.
“Are you decent?” The scarred man asks softly. The side of his face is softly illuminated as he turns his head towards the door.
“Come find out, Hitto.” Roughish in your tone with keen eyes watching as he stepped into the tacky light. Same tacky light that caressed his features, making him look angelic. Middle parted hair curled upwards, both messy and organized.
At first glance, he seems nonchalant as he takes steps toward you. As professional of a diver that you are, you’ve mastered Hitto Kakucho. There’s a slight hesitation in his gaze, twitches in his seemingly limp fingers, and the most obvious; the smallest curl of his lips as you smile towards him. Eyes sizing him up with legs spread enough for his body to stand in between.
“You’re decent.” His different colored eyes watch your own, still in motion compared to yours.
“What, disappointed?” Raised eyebrow as you scoot your body closer to him.
“I can get indecent— very quickly, Hitto.” Lifting your body from the uncomfortable bench and onto his smooth suit jacket. Hands-on his shoulders, looking at his lips then his eyes. Not the most attractive sight when you only have one fin attached to your foot, but your confidence makes up for the silly appearance.
“No need for that, my love. Mikey wants you in the water.” Even when the two of you are alone, he keeps conversations professional and blunt.
“Since when were wants more important than needs?” Your hand trails down his shoulders until your fingers reach his patterned tie. Swirling the fabric around your fingers.
“I need you, Kakucho.” Sharp eyes turn into pleading ones, body pushing into his. Closer than before.
“I need you too…” Your eyes sparkle, but soon die down when he opens his mouth to speak again.
“But, Mikey needs you and I don’t want to rush.” Hand caressing your nuzzling face. “Want to make you feel good, properly.” There it is. His smile is the one that pronounces his cheekbones and softens his serious gaze. Dramatic sigh before quickly stealing a kiss from his stunning lips.
“Fine, but you owe me.” A huff as you sat back onto the bench turns into a pout.
“Anything for my lovely fiancé.” The softness of his lips presses gently on your forehead as he presses a kiss against it. You can’t wait to marry this man.
“Mhm— I’ll meet you on the boat?”
“I'll see you then.” Your true feelings are shown and heard through mutters once Kakucho leaves. Huffs and silent curses at Manjiro Sano for being such a cockblock.
Spandex fins slap onto your ankles and for snug around your foot. Now, you’re ready to go. You would bring your gear, but Kakucho prefers you use Bonten’s “state of the art” diving gear. Same thing if anyone were to ask you, but your fiancé is a worrywart, and wearing the gear that he provides gives him a sense of security and silences his worry. You will gladly wear it.
The full moon reflects off the crystal-clear water turned blue; stars reflected in the water. Water bounce against the boat, shifting left and right with the water. Hands of Ran clutch onto the rails of the boat, a loud gag as his mouth opens wide— churning of his stomach and nauseating feeling banging against his head brings the immediate physical reaction of vomiting over the boat.
“The great Haitani Ran is seasick, who would’ve guessed.” Sanzu poked fun at the vomiting man. His response was a quickly stuck-up middle finger that didn’t stay up for long immediately going back to clutching on the rail.
“You got a weak ass stomach for a Yakuza.” Rindou teased his brother alongside Sanzu with a snicker.
“You guys are so mean to Ran, keep going.” You shared the snicker with the others that soon got cut off. A grunt replaced your laugh as the buoyancy compensator device tightened around your waist and shoulders.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay down there?” Kakucho’s fingers twitched anxiously as he watched you put your goggles on your forehead. Your hand found his, thumb caressing the back of his shaking hand.
“I’m a professional, I’ll be fine.” Your soft smile dissipates when your words didn’t soothe him.
“If anything goes wrong, you guys will know.” Two fingers tapped on the earpiece that rested snug in its designated spot. “It’s an easy job, I’ll be in and out.”
“But it’s unpredictabl—”
“I'll be fine, and when I come back, we’ll finally be able to get married. Trust me, okay?” His body relaxes, tight shoulders slightly going slump.
“Okay, but please be safe.” A hum of okay and you were ready to go.
“Don’t die out there,” Rindou smirks with his hands in his pocket.
“Don’t say that, she’s in charge of getting the loot.” Your head shakes in annoyance— assholes. Standing on the edge of the boat you look back once more giving the men a thumbs up before jumping into the water.
The loot, a bag full of something. You can only guess it’s drugs, gems, and jewels. You don’t know, the fine details aren’t known by worker bees such as yourself, you can’t even ask Kakucho. A couple of lowlife thugs used Bonten’s name to successfully infiltrate an establishment of some other gang. But they got caught mid-heist. They tried their best to escape the men, then the police got involved. The story goes they ended up stealing a boat to try and escape, it obviously didn’t work and instead of giving the loot back— they tossed it in the water. The gist is this loot belongs to someone else. However, since Bonten’s name was used to acquire it, Bonten will now claim ownership of it. After all, Bonten had a very long legal battle because of those people. And an even bigger war with the gang afterward. Fortunately, they won both. Of course. Laid low for a few months and now it’s time to find out exactly what was stolen. That’s where you come in, Bonten’s scuba diver.
The weights around your body make it easier for you to swim to the depths of the water. Legs close together with kicking feet, hands, and arms pushing against the water bringing you deeper. Oxygen bubbles leave through the snorkel, steady breaths even when big fish swim by you. After all, you’re a professional.
Your earpiece rings with Sanzu’s voice; “You find it yet?”
“No, going to descend further.” Faster kicks of your feet as you maneuver through the clear water and the life that lives below. Hand gripping onto the tall underwater rocks you pull yourself forward.
“If you can’t find it in thirty, come back up. We’ll try again later.” Your beloved’s voice tells you. Too busy looking in-between the rocks and plants to respond. Where the hell is it? Going any deeper would be a huge risk. You keep yourself afloat, hands softly moving against the water as you stand upright thinking to yourself.
A voice, almost like the whisper of a forgotten memory on the surface hits your brain. Your gaze turns to the lower right, in-between two large rocks there’s an open hole. Not just a hole, looks like it could be an underwater cave.
You swim towards it, being careful not to get too close. Flashlights are very useful in these situations; the bright light helps you to examine the potential cave. There’s a risk that you go in there and it’s a hideout for some large and deadly creature— but…. This right here, the loot could’ve easily fallen through. It's worth trying. Just in case this exploration turns sideways— you clip your flashlight to the side of your waist, hands pulling your firearm from its holster. Guns are not efficient enough underwater, but if you’re close enough to whatever danger lies ahead. You can do some damage. That’s all you’ll need to getaway.
The cave seemed empty. Not a single organism insight. The further you swam into this cave, it felt like forever. As if there’s no ending to this. Your oxygen wouldn’t last that long. Hell, you maybe had twenty minutes left? That’s if you keep a steady breath.
You swam deeper into the cave; it wasn’t long before you realized that your coms were messing up. Static filled your ears along with broken words, you couldn’t even tell who was speaking. Maybe it was time to head back. Panic reached when you turned around to exit the cave and you couldn’t see it.
My heartbeat quickened and my breath grew heavy.
“Calm down, you must’ve swum deeper than you thought.” You told yourself as your head whipped to the side, body turning in a circle. Trying to find the large hole you originally came in.
“Shit, shit, shit.” Head-turning with each repetition of the word. Fuck. Coms were down, you’re lost, and your oxygen can’t last long.
The sound of static clouded your hearing. Hitting against the earpiece you tried to fix it through physical means, but it didn’t work.
Fuck— Even if you find a way out, you won’t have enough oxygen to make it to the surface. So much for being a fucking professional.
During the panic, for a second, a quick moment. You saw a glisten, your mind playing tricks on you? Maybe. Or maybe you just want to get married so badly that you’re convincing yourself that you’re seeing things you aren’t. Another glisten shined your way. Either you’re losing oxygen a lot faster than you originally thought, hallucinations beginning to take over your frantic mind, or you found it. The small hole just big enough for the tan bag to drift into, it would be a shame not to try, but— if there’s nothing down there, nothing in the small gap between ridged rocks. You’ll die down here.
For Bonten— you suppose. A mental apology to Kakucho, your beloved fiance. If you do die down here, you can’t say you hope he finds someone else. You just hope he stays safe. From afar, the hole looked much smaller than up close. Your body easily swims through the gap.
As your body slipped through, everything changed.
“Wow—” Was all you could muster, the tavern completely dry of water and filled to the brim with gold and treasures men would kill to have. You span in a slow circle, taking in the entire cave. Noticing the lit torches that burned aloud, bright red flames glamorizing the gold and more.
This must’ve been the glint you saw— part of you wants to take this unowned treasure for yourself. Pay off your wedding in full, your honeymoon. Maybe… Perhaps… Even pay off Bonten, both you and Kakucho. You can live happily and quietly, and start a family. The wonders this find could bring to you are endless. But greed would be the death of you if you took that route.
You sigh— it’s not yours to take. Even if it’s wasting away in the deep waters, it’s not yours. You already have enough karmic debt to the world. Wet steps towards the pile of treasure, eyes looking both high and low. Scanning the tower of treasure trying to find the duffle bag. Nothing.
A loud drag against the ground catches your attention, your body quickly turning behind you. You’re quick to draw your gun. Left hand bracing the bottom of the firearm. Right hand gripping the handle and finger ready to pull the trigger. An automatic response is your body squatting low to the ground. Scanning the terrain, a sigh of relief left your mouth.
“When was the last time I saw a human? Much less a female.” You felt the reverb of his words against your neck, dangerously close to the shell of your ear.
Facing the voice behind you with a steady face hidden from the fear that strongly coursed through your body, hands still firm on the gun.
“Who’s there?” A quivering voice stood firm. That neck-tickling voice felt so close, and yet, there was no one there. That you could see. One foot behind the other as you took cautious steps behind you, legs crossing against each other in the process. A silent drag against the ground is nothing compared to the beating of your heart banging against your chest, eardrums full of the frantic rhythm.
One more step behind you and your face contorted into one of disgust and confusion. As your foot touched the ground behind you a loud squish came from under your foot. Your head tilted you stared at your foot in confusion, lifting your appendage only to be met with slimy resistance. Long translucent strings of slick attached to the bottom of your foot.
“What the fuc—Ah!” It felt like a worm wrapped itself around your ankle from behind, but— a big one. Yanking your back slamming ground and head hitting hard against the rocky floor as you were dragged away at an alarmingly fast pace. You felt dizzy from the impact, nauseous and your head was ringing. Your body is being lifted from the ground into the air. You couldn’t focus on the head throbs that ached your brain— your body was quickly being dragged hands gripped tight on the firearm as you index continuously pressed the trigger. Firing loud shots behind you, blindly trying to hit whatever is lifting you with its brute strength.
“Shooting blindly won’t help you, human.” There it was again, that chilling voice. Its position’s undeniable, the owner of this sickening voice is also the master of this appendage.
“What— Who are you?” You question because that’s all you can do. You dropped any ammunition and other weapons that could help you in this situation. All you can do is dangle here— you remembered one thing. In your utility belt. This may not save you, but it will help you understand what’s going on. Hunching upwards to your belt you felt around until you found it— your flare. Quickly rip the top from the flare with your teeth and pull it away from your face.
Intrigued noise from the creature above that his in the darkness was soon drawn out from the whistle of the ignited flare. Smoke filled the air before flames rose and light appeared.
Red flames illuminating the side of his face, golden eyes boring into yours startled you.
“A-Ah! Fuck—” Cursing as the fear from his eyes staring so deeply into your own cause you to drop your flare. Sizzling even as it slapped against the ground.
“You saw my face, human. Now what?” His voice is sly as the wet sounds from his appendages slither to your arms. You grunt, trying to fight back but his strength prevented you from doing so as he held you upright with your arms stretched wide from his grasp. You could feel his body, along with your own descending to the ground.
Feet kicking towards him as you grunted in determination— “Let go of me!”
“So violent.” His hands shrug with his hands as he dropped you to the ground. The moment your behind met the ground you were quick to back away from him, swiping up the flare as you stood away from him.
“What are you doing down here?” You swiped the flare from left to right, trying to ward him off as if he was some type of animal.
“I should be asking you that question— after all, this is my home.” He stepped closer to you and you stepped back with a testing glare on your face.
“Ppft—” You scoffed at him. “No human can live down here and survive.” The moment you said that your eyes traveled down to the purple tentacles that surrounded him.
“Figured it out yet, human is not what would describe me.” He stretched his arm out towards you, not trying to reach you but to allow you to examine his hand.
“I look human, have the limbs as one, but one I am not.” He smiled pulling his hand back away from your suspicious eyes.
“T-Then, what are you?” You question him and he sighs.
“You talk too much, human. Enough. It’s time for your punishment.”
“Punishment?” Another scoff.
“Yes, for awaking me from my sleep, along with stealing from me.”
“Stealing? I didn’t take shit from you.” Your fist clenched around the flare that was soon fizzling out.
“Oh? But, you did. That’s what all you humans do.” His playful tone is no more as his eyes turn sharp with hatred. You have no idea what this “punishment” was, but you have no choice but to prove to him that you haven’t stolen anything. It’s not as if you can escape, you’re stuck here.
“Check me.” Your clenched fist goes loose, arms limp to your side.
“What was that?” He raises his eyebrow noticing your defenses falling.
“Check me— to see if I stole anything. If I didn’t then…” Your voice trails off, even if you do prove yourself, you have no way of leaving.
“If I have none of your belongings on me, then, you have to bring me to shore!” He takes a step closer and you hold your ground.
“Now, why would I do anything for a useless being like you?” Hand on his hip as he looks you up and down. Sinister hidden behind his eyes.
“B-Because, that’ll be your punishment.” A smile grew on his face, you’re entertaining.
“And what do I get if you are proven to be a thief?”
“Whatever you want.” Normally, you wouldn’t have ever bet something like that. Leaving your well-being in the hands of someone else, but you’re desperate. And you know you haven’t taken anything, yet. You just want to go home; you rather face the disappointment of failing than stay down here with this… creature.
“Then, stay still.” His voice reminds you of a snake, slithery and full of unmentioned desires. The flare slipped from your loose grip, your body standing completely still as the footsteps walked closer to you. You stood your ground, reminding yourself you’ve dealt with worse than this— fought worse than this. You work for Bonten, for Mikey. You can handle this… thing. Shivering breath as his tentacle wrapped around your waist from the front, the owner circling you till he reached behind you.
“You’re bold, human.” Your shaky breath prevented you from replying, trying to regulate your breathing was a harder task than it seemed. The fat tentacle squeezing your waist and keeping you in place seems more sensual than it should be. Two others slithered up the outside of either of your legs, the tip of both soon reaching the inside of your legs.
“What are you doin—”
“Shut up. I’m checking, thief.” His slimy appendages get closer and closer to your sex as they trailed up the fats of your thigh. Hanma’s lips grew wet as he licked them, you could feel his breath brush your neck. Why must he be so close? Your entire body was soon covered with all seven of his tentacles examining your body. You felt violated as they explored your entire body.
Golden eyes watching your every move. What felt like forever was only moments until he was finished, the grip on your body disappearing as he took a step back. An uncontrollable smug grin takes form on your lips, turning around to face the now quiet man.
“See, I told you. I didn’t have anything.” Proud tone of voice— you finally can go home. You can see Kakucho. Kaku…
You watched him stand in silence, a coin trailing over his knuckles, back and forth as he watched it with his similar golden-colored eyes before looking up at you. Glowing eyes boring into your shaking ones— “Just like I thought, all humans are thieves.” He scoffs, the echo of the coin he threw clinking on the ground before pointing his long and clawed finger at you.
“Wh-What do you mean— I didn’t steal anything! That… You!” You watched as the tentacles flew towards you, you had no time to react. Unfortunately, you were trapped. Like a songbird in a cage.
Your body slammed against the wall of the cave; wind knocked from your body on impact. Arms trapped above your head with one of his purple tentacles while two others grab you by your thighs, spreading your legs.
“If I remember correctly, I now, get to do whatever I want.” His monologue continues as he steps closer to you. “Perhaps, this is what you wanted— is that why you stole from me, human?”
“Bastard… You planted that on me.” You’re beginning to tie things together.
“Why would I do such a thing only to catch you? An elaborate plan with no beneficial outcome.” He finally stands face to face, hand grabbing your chin with no consideration for your comfort.
“Because you’re a sadist.” He chuckled at you.
“Now…” His finger trails down your chin to your neck, claw pressing against your supple skin enough to make you hiss. “How shall you pay for your crimes?” A sharp blade-like claw met tension on your spandex attire, though standing strong the tear of your suit was inevitable. Once the first break of the fabric was made— the rest was easy.
Your sports bra soon being revealed to his greedy eyes. “Hm— tasteless.” He hums.
“You disgust me.” You spit at him, face heating up with embarrassment and anger. You refused to go back on your word— but this was… horrific.
He easily cuts open your bra with his finger. A gasp was silenced by his voice. “Nothing more than the consequences of your actions.” His hand palmed your breast in his hand and squeeze hard. Wicked wide smile with his body pressed closer to yours, his crotch right against your own. Your groaned voice came out as a moan. The moment the pathetic voice left your mouth you caught yourself, eyes shooting open at your actions.
“Seems like it’s working.” He squeezes your breast in his hand once again eliciting that whiny reaction. You noticed your body tingling, almost a numbing feeling. Your head felt lighter than it should as if it could fall off your shoulders if you don’t keep it upright.
“W-What is this?” You mummer as you finally noticed the golden ooze that seeped from his tentacles. Loosehead falls back with a lack of control before coming back to balance, much more forcefully than it should be.
“Consider it a natural aphrodisiac.” His fingers swipe some of his golden ooze that dripped down your wrist, two long fingers easily passing your lips. The tongue being met with the flavors of his ooze— it wasn’t good at all, it was bitter, but the feeling given to you because of it was so sweet.
You could feel your cunt throbbing painfully through its tight confinement. “You are sick…” Your weak voice muttered through whimpers; your insults didn’t affect him. Especially, when you’re so weak from him being so close to you.
“This is your punishment, human. To be my mate.” You couldn’t see what happened after the words slipped from his supple lips, but you could feel it, hear it, taste it. Feel the ripping of your spandex, your right attire being torn from your body revealing all your intimate parts. Hear the teasing of the man’s voice and taste the bitterness of his ooze.
“Perhaps, it was too much for the poor human.” Hanma hums, fingers thrusting inside of your ass. The same two that force-fed you earlier. Your cunt was decorated with his dripping golden liquid that covered your tight ass, like honey on a pastry. Fingers curling inside of you, your body jolts as the tips of his digits caress your soft walls.
A soft moan and wiggle of your body— you’re still coming to, not yet fully reactive but you can feel the pleasure he’s giving you.
“Wha– are you doing?” Your words slur with dizziness.
“Preparing you to be mated with, of course.” There’s a rush of adrenaline to your body, perhaps the fear of what he said or the realization hitting much harder than he expected, your head whipped up. Vision still spinning, you still tried your best. Your shoulder moved to try and swing at the man, but your arm didn’t, neither of them. He still has your wrist bound along with your legs.
“Helpless, like prey caught in a web. Your fate is inevitable, might as well enjoy the pleasure I will bring you.” Twisting his fingers inside your ass while thrusting then deeper inside— it shouldn’t feel as good as this. Back arching with a pitiful moan. Your senses are being multiplied because of this golden, whatever. With every push into your walls your body reacts, your pussy reacts. Drooling with excitement and hope for her turn.
“Seems as if you’re enjoying this.” Eyes shoot open when you feel something slimy wiggling against your clit.
“Don’t be afraid— you will soon come to enjoy this too.” Tentacle swiping against your clit to silence your agape mouth with the promise of speech before it travels down to your pussy— as if the appendage had eyes, it marveled in how much you’ve made a mess of yourself.
The tip was skinny, it felt disgusting as easily slipped itself into your slit. A soft hum of disgust was all you could muster. It kept getting thicker the more it went deeper into your soaking sex— wriggling inside your cunt, pressing softly against your cervix before it began to fuck itself deeper into you. A slow pace, just like Hanma’s fingers.
At this point, you gave up. Unable to fight this drowsiness or the man in front of you. Moans left your mouth, involuntarily. It’s not as if you could control it, the feeling has been enhanced by at least ten times. Even the smallest caress sent electric shocks throughout your body.
“You’re finally accepting it. Good human. Now, we can finally begin.” Both Hanma and the tentacle leave your holes wanting them back inside. Legs in the air with them spread even wider than before, a firm grip on the fats of your thighs preventing you from moving. Your hair dangled against the pavement, as your body was flipped upside down. Arms lifted and bent behind your head, once again bounded by the smalls of your wrist.
Same wiggling feeling of before, against both your ass and your cunt.
“W-Wait—!” Your voice raised at Hanma, a tone he didn’t like nor approve of. The tentacle whipped itself against your ass with ferocity, the promise of a red indication on your globes from the impact.
“S-Stop–!” You squealed as the organ continued to whip your ass, Hanma’s way of keeping you in check.
“Humans meant for breeding don’t have the right to speak.” Coldness in his tone wasn’t what silenced you. It was the pain of your red ass paired with the slimy appendage that forced itself into your mouth. Playing with your tongue and exploring your mouth at its leisure. Tightly shut eyes you imagine it to be Kakucho. Yeah, Kakucho. Your beloved fiancé. You imagined it was his tongue inside of you, his fingers rubbing against your clit. His gentle voice groaned your name when you bit down on his lip.
Kakucho…
“I don’t know who had your mind occupied–“ The voice of Hanma’s was flooded out by Kakucho’s; “You’re doing so well, good girl, y/n. Such a good girl.”
Your walls clenched at the thought of him, his pretty heterochromia eyes staring into your own, enjoying every reaction from your stimulated body. Tensed body becoming relaxed at your own fantasies, the knot of anxiety in your stomach loosening, and your mouth falling open. Even your tongue began to swirl around the tip of the tentacle, soft whimpers of your lover’s name against the wiggling limb. The relaxed state of your body made it easier for the tentacles to push themselves into your needy holes, both your ass and cunt being filled by the same thing your mouth was.
“But you will soon understand, you can’t ignore us forever.” Those words didn’t strike fear until the action proceeding after, the skinny tentacles inside of your throbbing holes now thicker. Stretching your cunt and puckering ass to its size. Your shut eyes now open, muffled protests as the tentacle in your mouth followed suit.
Your eyes widened as thickness filled your mouth, crawling deep inside your throat to the point where the bulge could be seen from the outside. You convulsed around it, gagging at the sudden fullness of your throat, but you couldn’t focus on that alone. Not with the others slamming themselves in and out of your weeping cunt and ass. The wet sounds echoed throughout the empty cave as they fucked themselves into you, faster and faster. Sloppy clicking noises from your drooling cunt, slick dripping down to your ass. Your moans muffled around the invader of your throat- Tentacles fucking against your cervix with no breaks, repeatedly hitting that spot making your back arch in unwanted pleasure.
“Must feel good.” Hanma snickers as he watched your watery eyes cross with ecstasy. His purple extensions squirmed into your holes as they forced themselves deeper in, belly bulge prominent through your skin. Your hips couldn’t stop themselves from indulging in grinding, your body responding to the violation as if you loved every second of the tentacles filling all three of your holes, completely fucking them numb. Your pussy kept clenching around the organ fucking it, you barely had time to prepare for the quickly approaching orgasm. Eyelids fluttering with eyes rolling to the back of your head, muffled squeals as your cunt squirted its release– they never stopped even then, fucking through it. Making an even bigger mess, your wetness glistened off the tentacles.
“Woow!” Hanma dragged out his response, hands clapping at your messy orgasm.
His sixth tentacle wrapped itself around your breast, squeezing it tightly in its slippery clutch while the tip toyed with your other nipple. Even after your orgasm, it wasn’t over. Greedy appendages throbbing against your overly sensitive walls. They were the same, extremely sensitive from how long they’ve withstood cumming inside you. Precum created thick rings around their widths, and the saltiness on your taste buds warned you of what was coming.
“Would you look at that, they’re close.” The pace of the organs fucked into even faster all while wiggling inside of you as if it was trying to submerge itself inside of your holes before it came inside. The orgasm happened fast, large bubbles in the tentacles rushing towards the tip before your holes were overfilled, stuffed with his cum. The warm liquid being shot right against your cervix and the deepest parts of your ass, so much that it began to spill out even with the tentacles still buried deep in the once-tight holes.
Your throat forcefully swallowed all the cum with how deep the tentacle was down your throat. Loud gulps as the cum rushed down, you had no choice but to swallow it all.
“Disgusting little thing.” His hand palms your fucked out face, drool on either corner of your mouth and cum decorating your lips. Chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths leaving your mouth, you could barely keep your eyes open – a pitiful attempt to do so had him smirking to himself.
