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MARRY? KILL? FUCK!
CHARACTER/S: Bonten
WARNINGS: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, threesome, a bit of slut shaming, bonten just being bonten, doggystyle, full nelson, protected sex (use of pills), creampie, just a lot of filth :p, sanzu's a bit of an asshole, strip game, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
NOTE: hi! here is the third fic for the collection :) took a lot of time bc uni and life got too hectic huhu anyway, i hope you enjoy it! (ノ^_^)♪
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SYNOPSIS: Another slow day at work meant more shenanigans to occur. Haruchiyo Sanzu was adamant to cause trouble and to have you bent over the desk for everyone to see.
WC: 1k
The chances of being shot in the head by Bonten’s notorious pink-haired assailant had a much lower probability of happening than the wine bottle never landing on you. The whole ordeal wouldn't have been daunting if it were a normal truth-or-dare game. But of course, the rest of Bonten’s higher-ups were bored out of their minds and suggested a little twist in the game. It was either you picked truth or dare and did them… Or avoid it and strip. Lips in a grim line, you ignored the drunken hollers by the Haitani brothers as you unbuttoned your blouse. There was no way in hell you would admit that you slept with Takeomi in Mikey’s office due to a bet you made with Rindou.
No way in hell.
Curse these bastards for inviting you, their ever-lovely secretary, to this stupid game when you could've gone home early since Mikey wasn't around. When the big cat wasn't around to intimidate, every rotten mouse was up to play. And play, they did. Sanzu was even more adamant about making you answer the most difficult questions because it was fun to torment you especially now that you were only clad in your stockings, pencil skirt, underwear, and bra.
“Seriously, this game must be rigged!” You sat back down, brows furrowed and unaware of the lingering gazes on your supple breasts covered by a lace bra. “Most of you guys haven't even stripped much. Why am I getting the craziest dares and questions, huh?”
This was definitely to teach you a lesson not to get ahead with yourself thinking you can best these men in a game. As much as you knew their dirty secrets within the organization, they too, knew yours. What made them annoyingly frustrating to deal with was how they utilized it to bring you to your knees.
“Alright then,” Rindou rubbed his hands as if he has foreseen the future when the bottle pointed at you and him. Fighting back the urge to slap yourself for joining this stupid game, you listened as he gave you the options. “Truth or dare, princess. What do you choose?”
To use your answers against you was what Sanzu Haruchiyo and Haitani Rindou were begrudgingly good at. This tactic had you stripping your pencil skirt when you refused to answer the question Rindou gave you and the dare option was as equally brazen. Perhaps after a few more rounds, you were sure you would exit the building all nude. However, just as you were about to spill your woes, the pink-haired man got up and instantly pulled you from your seat without breaking a sweat. The next thing you know, you were bent over Mikey’s desk. Eyes wide, you blinked twice.
“W-what the—”
“Why won’t you answer the simple question, sweetheart? We’re not gonna kill ‘ya if your pussy decides it likes me better than Ran.”
“Sanzu, you dick, I heard that!”
The scars on either side of his lips stretched as he grinned down at your vulnerable form, his hard-on pressed against your ass that was too difficult to ignore. Wishing for it to go away would be stupid to do as well.
“I mean, aren’t you curious boys? A simple question as to who she wants to kill, marry or fuck isn’t something that’ll cause us to slit each other's throats. A slut like her should be shared by us.” Pulling back, Sanzu stepped aside for everyone to see your ass still clad in your panties. But not for long as he hooked his finger and pulled down the lacy thong, tongue tucked between his lips as he did so.
Such an obedient thing you were, spouting for him to stop yet doing nothing to make him halt in his actions. A few of the men swallowed hard at the sight of your bare ass and damp pussy lips, aching to fill your holes.
“Gonna ask you one last time, sweetheart. Be a dear and answer Rin’s question. He thought long and hard about it, you see.” Ignoring the huff the younger Haitani made, Sanzu smirked. “Fuck, marry, kill? Unless of course, you’re such a big slut that you want to fuck us all?”
The safest answer you took was what led you to be on all fours, Ran’s cock in your mouth and Sanzu thrusting his from behind. Rindou’s thick fingers were busy toying with your nipples as Kakucho rubbed himself to the sinful scene in front of him. Milky semen coated your back, belonging to the brothers and Kakucho after being coaxed by Sanzu to see who has the thickest load that will definitely knock you up. You ignored their silly banter, trusting the pill you religiously took. The air conditioner in Mikey’s office was either broken or was blowing cold air quite poorly due to how hot your flesh felt against their cool skin. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed around, driving you all insane. Your eyes rolled back at Sanzu’s long cock hitting that favorite spot of yours.
They continued to switch positions, adamant for everyone to have at least a turn inside your cum-filled pussy. You felt your lower stomach bloat up at how much semen was inside. The game and wine bottle were forgotten, replaced with a much more engaging game where nobody loses. This was what you’ve always wanted, a secret you’ve kept to yourself. And now that it was happening, perhaps the teasing at the strip game earlier was worth going through.
“Too bad Takeomi and Mikey are missing out on this cunt.”
“Nah, the old man would probably complain about his back and Mikey’s not interested whenever we’re around.”
“Hey, Kaku, she’s blacking out. Wake her up.”
Kakucho hoisting you up and doing the standing full nelson position wasn’t something you anticipated. Everyone was amazed at how much of their cum spilled out when he thrust his thick cock inside your weeping pussy, your teeth gritted at the tight fit. He has always been the biggest of them, rendering you a bit dizzy as he pistoned his hips. Not minding your fucked up state, Sanzu bent down to be on eye level with you, a grin on his pretty face.
“What do you say after we grant your wish, sweetheart?”
“T-thank, a-ah, hu…♡”
taglist: @imkumichan @pyrsqrd @ploylulla @wakaslut @ranilingus @tobidabio @zuuki @leavemealonebutinpink @kamisoria @wakasa-wifey @keijisprettygirl @marism-tr @stffychn @manjirousagi @tokyometronetwork
#pat.✍️fics#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers x reader#tr smut#tokrev smut#tr x reader#bonten smut#bonten x reader#tw.threesome
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Exyblr Dashboard Simulator based on what I personally see on sportsblr:
9/?
🙊 princesskevinday
RED ALERT 🚨 ⚠️ 📢 I'M GAY AND ITS KEVIN DAYS FAULT for anyone asking
💃fox-me-up follow
No one is asking and everyone already knows
🙊 princesskevinday
'm not saying I would. Chew her nipples off but like
💃fox-me-up follow
Babe you are totally saying that
🙊 princesskevinday
HAVE YOU SEEN HER NIPPLES
💃fox-me-up follow
*Pats your back* ok honey i believe you
#the things you say about kevin day never cease to amaze me
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👸🏻 kevindazed follow
trying to watch this psu game but all I can think is "GAG AND CHOKE ME WITH YOUR BANDANA NEIL" so im getting distracted
🧜♀️ sapphicexy
why would u make me read this
#babe 😭 and you put it in the lb WHY #psu lb
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🦚 dilf-wymack
DAVID 👏 WYMACK 👏 IS 👏 MY 👏 DADDY 👏
👁 jean-mor-uhoh
- kevin day to the press right before he announced he's never been skiing
🦚 dilf-wymack
😭
#let me be horny FOR ONCE
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🫡 exyisntreal follow
UM JUST HEARD JEAN MOREAU DO PRESS FOR THE FIRST TIME? AND HIS,,,,ACCENT 😳
🙈 ittybittyminny follow
you've known he was french for 3 years bud
🫡 exyisntreal follow
🙈 ittybittyminny follow
For a frenchman????? 🤢
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🐦🔥 kevinknox follow
reasons u should stan aaron minyard:
small
killed a dude
do you need another reason?
🐋 sexyexy
fr like!!!!!
1)
2) don't have a meme about killing someone but i'm sure u can figure it out
🐦🔥 kevinknox follow
Only meme I have about killing that would fit the situation, does this work for you
🐋 sexyexy
Perfect
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✍️ exy-fic-rec
so i shall not touch by sternlyshewatches
Fandom: Exy RPF
Pairing: Kevin Day/Jeremy Knox
Rating: E
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Word count: 67k
Summary: There are two things Kevin has always known: one, his hands will never be clean. Two, Jeremy is made of gold.
He will not tarnish such brilliance with his dirty hands.
#kevin day #jeremy knox #jkkd #kdjk #0211 #psu #usc #usc trojans #palmetto #psu foxes #explicit #exy rpf #fic rec
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#all for the game#the sunshine court#tsc#aftg#kevin day#aaron minyard#neil josten#jean moreau#jeremy#jeremy knox#exyblr
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The way I SNORT A LINE OF YOUR NANAMI KENTOOOO 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹
The cucking fic…..BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
I love Gojo but I WORSHIP NANAMIIIIII
The way Nanami took his chance 😭😭😭🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 and also paid attention to all the things Gojo was doing wrong!!! Like I even imagined moments where when Reader still being with Gojo, receiving flower deliveries from Kento.
Kento paying attention to how reader prefers to receive affection versus being paraded about in Gojo’s style.
Kento trusting in reader’s capabilities during sorcerer missions versus Gojo patting reader on the head and trying to make him take care of it instead.
Kento paying attention to what the reader wears, one instance for example wearing a bit too low cut top at a co-worker event at a bar per Gojo’s insistence and shrugging off his suit jacket to give her comfort versus Gojo wanting to tease himself and have a treat and eye candy sexually.
LIKE RAAAAAAAHHHH 👹👹👹👹 NANAMI KENTO SUPREMACYYYYYYY
Me about to write a much more nuanced Gojo, aware that he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and the world upon his shoulders from having been born with this impossible mantle upon him, rendering it almost impossible for him to show any weakness or real vulnerability, and as such her can veer towards toxic masculinity and childishness if left to his own de--
...🤡✍️🫦
Gojo was the 'bad guy' for this fic fs.
But Nanami Kento could tell me to jump off a cliff and I'd probably do it lbh.
-- Haitch xxx
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i win (iii-iv) [simm!master x reader, gomez!master x reader]
Summary: This is a gift.
Disclaimer: Not my characters. This is a disclaimer.
AN: this pair hasn’t left me and now it’s everyone’s problem timeline: both fics have timelines included
timeline: both fics have timelines included
✍️✍️✍️fic masterlist
i win (iii)
simm!master x reader
simm!master timeline: post-10x12 The Doctor Falls
It’s Earth. He’s left you back on Earth, but not just anywhere. You look up from the street at what used to be your old residence sitting abandoned, allegedly condemned if you believe the notice at the fence. You don’t have to be a genius to guess that UNIT was probably to blame for keeping the house unused, as certain protocols called for. You had been devastatingly vague when they caught on to you traveling with the Master, whatever questions they had left they probably hoped to gain from searching your place of residence from top to bottom.
The last time you had seen this building, you moved to America. You had been trying to leave dead things behind, which incidentally is right where Missy had found you.
A morbid curiosity pulls you forward and has you walking the steps you walked many a time as a human on Earth.
The door is slightly ajar when you reach it, which doesn’t concern you initially, but the bloodstain on the handle does. You swirl around, eyes darting to every streetside. The Master said he was leaving you in his own hands, that had to mean he was here somewhere, yet there is no further sight of his Tardis.
You approach the door and resolve there’s nothing more to do than to slip inside.
The inner structure of your past home exists in shadows, and you dig your phone out of your back pocket. You hardly used the dated technology since abandoning Earth, but it does have a flashlight.
Turning it on, it’s easier to make out the place, bare as it is. It’s also easier to see the bloodstains that lead up the stairs. You don’t hesitate, taking two at a time. The writhing figure collapsed on the floor just past the threshold of your old bedroom punches the air from you.
“Ohmygod.”
The phone drops from your hands as you scurry forward and drop to your knees, pulling the Master’s head into your lap. His hair is more silver than peroxide when you run a hand through it.
“Master,” you whisper.
His eyes move behind his eyelids, heavy with exhaustion, but his lips curl wry, “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”
His statement pulls a hearty guffaw from your lips, the sound seeming too loud in the dark. "I could very well say the same to you."
His eyes squint open and he struggles to catch a breath, let alone speak. Even coughing blood he shouts, the force causing him to curl at every word, “She. Stabbed. Me!”
“Who did?” you demand.
“Me,” he cackles deliriously. “Always, and I mean always, the women!”
“What can I do? What do I do?!”
“Nothing.” His hand pats the palm you have atop his chest and settles there, “Nothing to do. It’s done. I refuse! See how that suits the abominable quim.”
It settles in you with mounting dread because everything that has happened between you will not happen should he choose not to hold on, to choose despite, to regenerate.
“No, no, you have to,” you urge fervently, can hear it in your voice. It’s gone high and desperate because you know this incarnation, you're possibly the only one who has bothered to know this him. From his venomous, capricious cruelty to his wickedly childlike sweetness, it is an absolute fact that this incarnation is virtually impossible to sway. “You can’t- you have to,” you sob, “you have to regenerate!”
The Master scowls angrily and tries to pull away from you, “I will not abide another person whinging at my deathbed!”
You grab him by either side of his face and yet he fights you still, the absolute bastard.
“Look at-LOOK AT ME, MASTER! YOU HAVE TO REGENERATE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, I NEVER ASK YOU FOR ANYTHING YOU’RE NOT READY TO GIVE, BUT I’M ASKING YOU THIS, PLEASE! REGENERATE! REGENERATE!”
“NOOOO!”
His roar is deafening to your ears, a debilitating finality.
With nothing at all left to lose you rush forward and capture his lips in a kiss. It blindsides him so utterly that his body goes rigid as a corpse. You let your hold on him turn less frantic, turn tender, your tongue following the shape of his bottom lip.
The Master parts his mouth and dives headfirst into the kiss. It’s your first kiss, with this face, and it’s not even marred by the tang of his own blood filling his tongue.
His hands clutch at you greedily, bruising and possessive. The priority of discernment you hoped to uphold gets lost in the heady haze of his kiss, because the man, this man in particular, is an abyss. You're surprised you weren't swallowed whole from the very beginning.
Then, without another warning, he breaks the kiss and shoves you away furiously.
You barely have a chance to shield your eyes as the Master regenerates, howling his dying wrath.
i win (iv)
gomez!master x reader
gomez!master timeline: right after regenerating from simm!master
At first, you don’t take notice of how the regenerative energy has caught against the walls, the flame steadily building in your momentary enthrallment.
This is a gift. This is a gift. This is a gift.
The Master's final words as you parted from the Tardis replay in your mind, and even as it happens before your very eyes, you still can’t quite believe it. He knew the shape of your anguish with his previous face. The weight of your regret. The haunt of almost was, of what would never be.
Missy appears with a pronounced squeak, her hair a wild frizzy mane haloed around her face. You watch as her fingertips press to her lips first, lingering, before moving to map out the rest of her face. She gives a satisfied hum at the jut of her cheekbones and turns her head to the side to crack her neck. She brings her hands up to her eyesight and wiggles the digits for good measure. She continues her assessment of her new body, glancing down at her slight frame.
She pauses, seems to take in the difference, reaches to cup her breasts, and then proceeds to squeal with unrestrained glee.
She climbs to her feet quick and graceful as a cat and dusts off the Master’s suit, straightening the collar and her cuffs while backlit by the rapidly gaining blaze. Before you can mention it, her razor-sharp gaze flits on over towards you.
Missy raises her arm to rest against the doorway and juts her chin, looking down at you with a predatory leer.
You hear sirens fast approaching in the night and can’t help but glance back towards the stairs, “They’re coming.”
In your momentary distraction, you don’t notice Missy’s swift and silent approach. When you turn back, you’re startled to find her face inches from yours.
She takes secure hold of your wrist and says, “Say wheeeeeee!”
You both disappear in a puff of static.
You materialize on the edge of a cliff, wind whipping relentlessly in your face. Nausea lasts less than a second, but it feels longer. This entire experience doesn’t feel real. When you woke up this morning it was on the planet of Ietis, kipping in a makeshift bed of greenery with your husband at your side.
You suppose you have the same now, be it in another form.
You almost laugh. Technically, you have a mistress.
The universe could just about stop turning at this point and you'd be none the wiser.
Raising your head you stare at Missy, standing ahead, eyes on the horizon. So startlingly alive. Your grief coils tight in your chest and it takes everything in you not to double over and break it free.
“Tricky, tricky,” Missy mutters, pulling at her sleeve.
You note a device strapped to her wrist.
She admires the gadget, “For a dead man, he’s been oh, so fortunate to possess us with a vortex manipulator. Come on, up you get.”
She helps you to your feet and stares as if seeming to notice you for the first time.
“You’re older than I saw you last,” she says, running a new fingernail from your cheek to your chin, tilting your head up to her scrutiny. "Still pretty. How fortunate.”
You damn the ease with which you are flustered by seemingly every incarnation, shaking your head to disperse the flush coloring your cheeks.
“What now?” you ask.
“Oh, pet,” Missy grins wolfishly before swiftly twisting her hand through the hair at the back of your neck. “Heaven,” she answers, tugging you forward and pressing her lips to yours.
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🐌✍️
🐌 What is one of your smallest writing goals?
Finish whumptober. I have two more prompts that I think I can finish with the next chapters of somebody you touch, but never hold and rage, rage against the dying light, both of which are almost finished.
✍️ Which stat matters most to you (if at all!): subscriptions, kudos/favorites, comments, bookmarks, word count, or hits?
Apologies that this is a LONG answer. Okay so I’m very into data in general. Spreadsheets my beloved (probably because I don’t have to make a lot related to my actual work). Different stats mean different things to me.
Subscriptions: I love you people. You mean you want to get an email when I write something???? Me? The only time I haven’t enjoyed subscription stats was the times I noticed I lost a user subscription (that number doesn’t change very often and is pretty low so I notice it). One was during whumptober though and fair, I was posting a lot they were probably like this bitch again? Especially if they subscribed before I got super heavy into whump.
Kudos: Kudos are top notch. Love kudos. Like a nice pat on the head. Thank you kudos people!
Comments: I’ve only recently started getting excited for comments again. There are some stories I write that I’m very unsure of. I received a not so nice comment back in June and for sure I cried and thought, okay that’s it. I’m done writing. I deleted the comment and wallowed for a week and then started writing again. Took a few weeks to write something related to the story I received the comment on. Obviously, I know what I write isn’t for everyone or or even the majority of people or people just don’t like my writing in general, but I just hoped people would keep moving rather than commenting. So I still get a little nervous every time I receive an email saying there’s a new comment but then am excited once I read it.
Anyway! I am back to loving comments (whether it’s detailed or simply a heart) but don’t really put as much weight into the stat.
Bookmarks: so maybe not the most important but the most interesting to me, I’ve started comparing bookmarks per kudos. Some stories I know aren’t really read multiple times stories but it’s very interesting to see how many of the people that left kudos also thought hmm let me bookmark this. For example my fic with the 4th best bookmark ratio is 16th in kudos and I just find that interesting and also validating. So my made up stat of bookmarks to kudos ratio might be my favorite.
Word count: I care about it more in a huh, wow I wrote a lot of words way but I don’t really care what the number is.
Hits: I only really look at hits if I post a new chapter because I assume people reading have already commented so I like seen the hits number go up even though the rest of the stats might stay the same.
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The very kind and very talented @queenspinoodle tagged me in this writing game! 💖 ✏️ 💕 ✍️ 💟 (THANK U!!!)
1. What motivates you to write?
My love for writing does! ❤️ ✏️ As a writer, I have stories to tell and headcanons to share. I wanna make myself happy with them! Also, the works of others motivate me too. Whenever I see a really good fic or writing piece online, I go, "Wow, what this person wrote was SO amazing that I want to write my own amazing thing!"
2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud of; if not, share a line from someone else's work that you love (just make sure to give credit
Not only am I gonna share a snippet, I'm also gonna explain why I'm so proud of it.
Here it is:
... Brown eyes begin to sparkle at that fact. Caleb had no idea! He casts a smile down at his mother’s stomach, giving it a light pat.
“I’m so glad God decided to gift you to us, Philip,” Caleb “speaks” to his little brother.
The corners of his mouth soften.
“I can’t wait to see you.”
This is from the short, canon divergent story I wrote titled "A New Addition".
In this scene, a (I'll say 5 since I didn't state his age in the story, but you can tell he's a small child) year old Caleb has just been told by his mother where baby's come from. Heaven! They're gifts from gods (her words).
The reason I'm so proud of this piece is because I love how sweet and sincere I made Little Caleb at the end. He's just so grateful that God gave Philip as a gift to him and his family and he can't wait to see / meet him. 🥹
It shows how Caleb has always loved Philip (even in his unborn baby state).
3. Which OC makes you smile when you think/talk about them and what are they like?
Uh, CLARA EVELYN CLAWTHORNE !!! 💞 🫶🥹 💕
I LOVE HER SO MUCH (SO DOES HER BIRDIE AND HUSBAND)! 💓 💓 💓
She's a hyperactive, carefree witch who's fun-loving and adventurous. She's also very kind and caring.
4. Which process of writing do you enjoy the most?
Coming up with ideas and writing them down.
5. Which part of writing do you think you're best at? (Stroke your own ego, it's okay)
I think I'm best at making my audience have a good time! My writing, for the most part, is always fun and exciting. You'll never be bored when you read my stuff.
6. What is something in the writeblr community that is most enjoyable?
THE POSITIVITY POSTS THAT PEOPLE MAKE!!! I LOVE REBLOGGING THEM!!! I love how uplifting they are. Whenever I'm feeling down about my work, I go back to read them. They kinda inspire me to maybe make my own writer positivity blog. Maybe one day.😌
7. A writing tool/device that helps you with writing (i.e. text-to-speech, a program, etc...)
THE GOOGLES.
8. A piece of world-building that you like in your own story (it could be the magic system, a particular place, a law, etc...)
I don't really create my own worlds, but I do like adding a sense of cartooniness / cartoon logic to existing ones lol.
9. What piece of advice would you give to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?
No matter what. <3 I know I won't. 😋
10. Tag some people whose work you love/ have been your biggest supporters
Easy:
@queenspinoodle
@princessrainbowpastel
@elusive---ivory
@angelcloves
@ren-c-leyn
@nightsoulvixen (I'm not sure if you write Roya, but you're always supporting me and I ❤️ you for that. <3)
#tagged in something#tumblr game#queenspinoodle#(I cry when you tag me in writer / writing things because it is SO SWEET OF YOU to do so 😭 🥹 😭 🥹)
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✍️⚠️& also 💭!!
Hey Larry!!! This is gonna be about Rumi Lives cuz I miss that one (I say, ignoring the fact that I think I have a chapter or two ready to post)
✍️ How far have you got with it?
I have uhhhhh *checks ao3* 3 chapters posted, the fourth one written and ready to post, and about a hundred words I hate of the beginning of chapter 5
⚠️ If you had to select five tags for it, right now, what would they be?
Major Character Undeath, Fix-It Fic, Evil Found Family, Therapy for Everyone, Existential Crises for Everyone
💭 Is there a line or scene you can see clearly already?
Rumi is gonna have a complete breakdown in Garmadon’s arms while he’s teaching her Spinjitsu once she’s far enough along in her Healing Journey TM to realize that her past goals and desires don’t motivate her anymore and she has all the freedom in Ninjago to be whomever she wants to and she has No Fucking Clue Who That Is
And meanwhile Garmadon is in the middle of his own identity and philosophical crisis And Also he doesn’t currently have the emotional know-how to deal with a teenager sobbing in his arms, so he’s just kinda
Awkwardly patting her back
Maybe getting fuzzy flashbacks to another, smaller, blonde kid holding him tight and crying
#technical talks#ninja hoe#ask tech#tech writes#Rumi Lives#i really like this story ngl#keep getting distracted and unmotivated to work on it tho :/
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PRIMROSES
Character/s: Pantalone
Warnings: f!reader, a bit of explicit sex, mature language, arranged marriage, hurt&comfort, light angst, fluff, modern au, this is a bit cheesy ngl, reader's father is a dick, pantalone has violet eyes, reader being anxious, pantalone is a banker, pantalone being a simp, mentions of unprotected sex, mention of the use of condoms, hints of pregnancy, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
Note: been long since i wrote so i apologize if it isn't the best 🥹 this piece is dedicated to my lovely bby suki 💖
Synopsis: Your dearest husband got the scare of his life.
WC: 2.4k
Distance makes the heart grow fond but prolonged absence makes the heart forget.
The day Pantalone agreed to marry you despite it being an arranged endeavor was supposed to make a blushing bride feel over the moon. To recall that fateful meeting was akin to viewing a love story just about to unfold on a large screen, blissfully unaware of what was coming next no matter how obvious the foreshadowing is shown. All that occupied your mind that moment was the faint scent of primroses that wafted around the vicinity that was graced by his presence. The scent became stronger with each passing second, especially when you happened to flick off a piece of lint that dared to tarnish his impeccable suit. The mere act alone had Pantalone smiling down at you, causing your poor unsuspecting heart to do a flip.
“Thank you, my dear. I never saw that.”
He was cordial during the first meeting, smiling and casually complimenting you or nodding to your father’s flowery description of his beautiful daughter. The way his eyes followed your every move was enough to have you grow conscious of whatever you do but also made you aware of his interest in his soon-to-be wife. He was every man’s dream—rich, powerful, and unbothered by those who dared to challenge him. After all, who could compete with such a force that is Snezhnaya City’s most wealthy and influential banker? Mere humans can not compete with a demigod of the financial world, let alone those who wish to become like him when there is only one Pantalone in the whole universe who has beaten all odds thrown at him by life to reach the pedestal where he is now.
Nothing would make you happier than to have him fall head over heels for you just like you did with the way he carried himself during the entire evening.
“Is the caviar delicious?”
Pantalone’s lips curled up at your eager nod, unable to take his eyes off of you just like you couldn’t gaze away from the man. He was so patient in explaining things you would ask him, gentle in holding your hand to kiss it as a momentary goodbye. The promise of more encounters shone through his amethyst irises behind those glasses, capturing every fiber of your being to believe in him for he shall never disappoint.
“I hope to see you again, preferably sometime this week.”
A man such as he deserved nothing but the best of the best. To marry Pantalone would be second to reaching those pearly gates—everything to be handed to you on a gold platter and happiness will be served once one gold band is around your pretty ring finger. To be Pantalone’s wife… Such bliss indeed.
And yet, it was damn lonely. After all those months of preparations and making sure the wedding, including the wedding night, was perfect—Pantalone never had free time to spend with you again the second the honeymoon was all over. You have never foreseen the loneliness after all those insatiable fucking, overflowing words of endearment, and sipping champagne with him. Your friend was the occasional helper in the penthouse once the knots were tied. Missing Pantalone dearly wasn’t part of the agreement.
What happened to his vows in keeping you happy?
Your father was the first person you consulted with this sudden change in Pantalone’s demeanor. Yet, he hardly provided any advice or assistance or anything at all to explain the distance between you and your husband. For someone who arranged the marriage, you would’ve thought he’d lend you a hand and be sure the relationship wouldn’t go sour.
“Daughter, I think you shouldn’t be too… clingy, you know? Your husband needs some space from time to time. A man can’t run a business when his wife is hogging all of his time. Just don’t get all emotional. You tend to overreact…”
Frustrated, you slammed the door after walking out of your dad’s office. Hot angry tears threatened to drip down your warm cheeks at his statement. No wonder your mother left his sorry ass too soon.
You? Clingy? Overreacting?
Pantalone couldn’t even keep his hands off of you during the honeymoon period, even going far as to glare at the waiter who was making passes at you at that French restaurant. He tore the dress you wore that night with his bare hands while stamping hot kisses onto every skin his lips could touch. His fingers burying deep in your wet pussy he made possible so easily. The intoxicating smell of primrose and your shampoo mingled in your shared bedroom, with a mixture of sweat and fluids. His mouth claimed yours again and again just like his cock stretching your hole with each powerful thrust. Your husband burned through his stash of condoms meant for a month that night. You failed to recall how many times he came inside you, whispering his devotion directly into your ears while pounding you sore.
Pantalone valued your time like he valued his money. Those lips spoke of unattainable treasures he can buy, pledging he shall get them if you do ask. Yet, you never requested any material things. While you were grateful, it was his presence and his time you sought—far more valuable than any gold or jewel.
He found this far too amusing.
“Dearest, it somehow pains me that you don’t want this Birkin that will absolutely go well with that dress. Normally I would insist, but if you merely want to spend an evening alone with me, who am I to say no?”
It was his sturdy form keeping you from stumbling after too many drinks or the way he tucks back stray hairs from your face that made your soul fall harder. The quirk of his brow or the curve on his lips as he intently listens to you had your heart leaping in euphoria. This may have been an arranged marriage, however, it was better than you imagined. Pantalone may be the best husband there is…
A husband you rarely see anymore due to the drastic change in his behavior.
No matter how you tried to call him every day, you couldn’t help but hang on to his cryptic messages as responses or calls that last for a minute. The meals for two set on the table morphed slowly into one. His chair was often empty beside yours as you ate in silence. Traces of him being in the penthouse was rare, and even if he were to come home, only his warmth beside your side of the bed and the faint scent of primroses were all you could witness.
The ride down the elevator was uneventful as it can be. But your mind was racing faster than the cogs of the machine working to take you to the parking level. Pantalone consumed your thoughts even as you got into the Bentley Pantalone gifted you as a wedding gift. Sitting there and staring into space in the driver’s seat, you sighed.
Where did you go wrong?
You were quite sure everything was going so well between you two. Plus, you made sure not to do anything that will annoy him or anything. Pantalone was straightforward in telling you what ticked him off and what he found pleasant. He laid out his terms just as you did yours before you both agreed to marry one another.
So, what was keeping him so busy that he could barely see his wife, let alone be at home all the time?
Groaning, you leaned back against the seat and covered your face. You didn’t want to shed any tears, not in a parking lot where anyone can see. And frankly, you didn’t want to cry just because Pantalone hasn’t been paying you any attention. Oh god, perhaps you have gone too clingy. Too clingy that he has made his office his home and refuses to see you. For weeks, you have been sick with worry. Mornings, where you refuse to eat and even vomit the food you ate at dinner, were more frequent. To lose sleep over your husband’s absence was not the ideal way to go. But how can you lay in bed when Pantalone was out there doing god knows what?
No longer fighting back the tears, you nodded in defeat. Perhaps your father was right. Maybe you have gone too far as to cling to him in every moment you saw each other. Yeah, that’s probably why… You were quite sure of this, enough to go home and pack your things hastily into a suitcase. Hellbent on leaving him first before he can think of doing it. The rash decision fueled by your sorrows grew more rational with each minute that passed.
Because if he were seeing another woman, you were certain you would die on the spot—right there and then. You couldn’t bare to lose half of your soul when you just found it.
Pantalone, fortunately for him, came home to retrieve papers in his office just in time as you were about to wheel your suitcase out the front door. What appeared to be a normal day went crashing down instantly at the scene in front of the banker. A look of shock flashed in his features that you were sure you have never seen grace his face before. He was quick to compose himself, though, and approached you in confusion. You tried to hide your tear-streaked face, hoping the last image he will see of you is an epitome of immaculate and not someone about to get kicked out.
Yet, fate wouldn’t have it, eh?
“D-dearest, is there something wrong? Why have you packed your—what’s going on?” Despite the urgency and demand in his tone, Pantalone’s voice was shaky. Why on earth was his wife leaving him? Had he done anything wrong? Mind trying to come up with a memory or incident where he might’ve said something to offend you, Pantalone instantly shut the door and blocked it with his body when you moved past him. “Sweetheart, I won’t be able to understand or appease you if you wouldn’t tell me what’s bothering you.”
He watched as you swallowed, trying to avoid eye contact with him. Normally, this type of behavior would irritate him. But this was you. Pantalone would rather set his bank and possessions on fire than scare you away—the charming woman who genuinely enjoyed his company and listened to him rather than worm your way into his life for his money.
“I…I can’t do this anymore,” you responded with a hiccup from all the sobbing you did earlier. Pantalone’s mind haywire at your statement, unsure whether to hold you to keep you from running or to let you go. What could have possibly turned you this way? It wasn’t until your teary eyes met his that the realization of his constant absence sunk into him. “You’ve been… distant lately. I t-tired to reach out multiple times. I know you’re a busy man, but—” you cut yourself off to keep another sob from bubbling out.
Your trembling body was then encased by Pantalone’s, arms wrapping around you. The burst of his familiar scent of those damn flowers that always muddled your mind now cleared your thoughts. Instead of pushing him away, you found yourself crying in his arms, refusing to let go. Your husband sighed heavily, whispering his apologies and rubbing your back to soothe you.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I am… aware that I’ve been away. I know my lack of reaching out shouldn’t be excused, but do know that whatever you think I am doing is false.” Cupping your face, Pantalone leaned down to kiss your eyelids and tears. He continued to press kisses around your face until you quieted down, still holding onto him. He resumed his explanation with a small smile. “I shouldn’t have left you all alone, especially when the plans I’ve been busy with concern our house. Will you forgive your stupid husband for his mistake, mhm? Please stop crying, dearest. I can’t bare to see you this sad. I know I truly messed up this time… I am willing to make things right.”
Blinking twice, you registered the information regarding his lack of presence. While you were glad he admitted his mistake, this was a reminder that even such an accomplished man like Pantalone was still human at the end of the day. And a house? For the family that you two will soon have? He thought of this relationship far ahead...
Is this man's mission to make you fall even harder?
“You did. You fuckin’ made me worry so much.”
“Language, sweetheart. You know I only want to hear you say filthy words when you’re underneath me,” he joked that your eyes rolling. Pantalone then fished out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, handing it to you. “Now, dry those tears. I’ll take you to see the progress of the construction tomorrow. We’ll have lunch at that restaurant you have been wanting to go to. How does that sound?”
You grabbed the handkerchief he gave you and blew into the expensive material, giggling at the grimace that he tried to mask.
“Okay. But I’ll forgive you, stupid husband, if you promise not to do this again and communicate. And if you will promise to keep the rest of your days free for me. I miss my stupid husband so much that I’ve forgotten how he feels next to me.” You coupled your statement with a soft teasing smile. Pantalone exhaled in relief and then nodded without hesitation, not minding what you called him.
“Of course, dearest. Anything you want.”
Humming in delight, you hugged him again. Those three words you always say slipped past your lips, relief both in your hearts. Pantalone whispered those words back, squeezing you tighter. The crisis has been averted, but simply letting him get away with this is not happening. He knows this.
“And one more thing, can we eat at a different restaurant? I’ve been craving sushi since last night.”
“Craving sushi?” His brow raised at your request, pulling away to stare at you. “But I thought you couldn’t stand raw food right now? You said so last time. Isn’t that the reason why you wanted to eat Italian dishes?”
While it was endearing that Pantalone remembered that phone call back when he was missing in action, you went still at the memory. Sharing a look with him, perhaps there was something more than simply missing him that was causing your mood to switch faster than a broken light switch.
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pregnancy diaries: pancakes
summary: the journey of motherhood is never easy from the first morning sickness to when the water suddenly breaks. such precious yet arduous nine months deserve to be recorded for memories.
character/s: bonten!kakucho hitto
warnings: f!reader, mature language, pregnancy, pregnant sex, implied lactation kink, breeding kink, established relationship, mentions of canon-typical violence, mention of blackmail, mentions of adoption, lots of fluff, use of guns/firearms, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
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note: this entry is dedicated to kaku's 1#, bby dawn @lalunanymph 💖
MONTH 0: WEEK 2
Dear duckie,
How lucky are we to be blessed with you? Your father wouldn’t admit it, but I was pretty sure he shed some tears when I broke the news to him. I’ll admit though that I cried more than he did. Your older brother won't stop asking about you and when you will arrive. He even gave you your little nickname. Your family is super happy to have you, darling.
We all can't wait to meet you, baby duckie.
Kakucho’s steady gaze landed on the five-year-old boy sitting by the coffee table. Aoki was unusually silent as if he was scared to death to make a sound as he played with the toy duck he wouldn't let go of since the day you two brought him home from the orphanage. You had a hunch it was because of the new baby. Normally, he would be running around or asking for sweets. Yet, at the announcement of him becoming an older brother, your son barely made a sound. Your husband must’ve had the same idea since he couldn’t stand the silence, approaching the boy in earnest.
“Aoki,” Kakucho spoke in a gentle tone, his hand gesturing for the boy to come hither. Heart slightly pounding, you watched from the kitchen counter, hands frozen. Your gaze is on the scene unfolding in front of you. Ever since Aoki entered both of your lives, you never wondered what would occur if another addition was added to your little family. It was always three tables in the dining room and you thought it would be that way forever—until the trip to the clinic said otherwise. Surprising as it was, you and Kakucho were ecstatic. However, the slight doubt of Aoki accepting this sudden change was looming above your head along with the joy you felt at that moment.
Luckily, Kakucho was there to ease it away by pressing a kiss on top of the boy’s head. “Aoki, can I ask you a question?” Upon hearing his dad’s words, your son then nodded softly. You found yourself holding your breath as your husband continued. “Are you… scared that the new baby will replace you?”
S-so blunt!
You bit your lower lip, hands resuming cleaning the cabbage as you relied on your sense of hearing. Aoki was probably stunned at his father’s question, yet dared not to make a sound other than to hesitantly nod his head. Kakucho then sighed and reached up to rub his head affectionately. “Why? There’s nothing to be scared of,” he said with a small smile, never ceasing his actions to comfort his son. “There’s no way your mom and I will replace you—you’re our son, our Aoki. That will never change. The new baby is your sibling and will be a part of us, too. And we will love you and the baby the same way. We’re family, remember?”
Perhaps Kakucho’s trait of being straightforward and using a direct way of asking had helped your son in some way because Aoki was nodding eagerly now at what he had just said, and the smile returned to his adorable face.
“Okay… Can we name the baby ‘duckie’, Papa?” The surprise on both of your faces disappeared as soon as Aoki hugged his toy and adorably grinned. “Duckies are cute, and the baby must be cute. Right?”
Kakucho chuckled and patted his head, nodding along. “Of course. You both are.” Kakucho then took the chance to tickle the boy, hoping it would make the rest of his doubts disappear. Much to your satisfaction, laughter graced the house once more and all was well.
MONTH 1: WEEK 4
Dear tiny duckie,
Your brother is often asking about you. I can’t wait to take photos of you two together. Your papa and I also can’t keep our excitement from showing. My stomach is slightly bloating now, which reminds me that I must buy new clothes. I feel emotional sometimes whenever I think about you growing inside me. I guess this is how pregnancy can mess with hormones, but it’s alright. Please grow healthy and sound, duckie.
We love you to the moon and back, my little duckie!
“Mama, I can’t hear anything,” Aoki whispered with his ear against your stomach. “Is duckie alright?” You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his eagerness. Your answer was about to slip past your lips until your gaze landed on the ticking clock on the wall telling you that it was late. Kakucho was still not home. Worry etched your features at the thought of him fighting or possibly doing something risky. While the figures he earned from dirtying his hands in Bonten were enough to sustain your family, there were times when you wished your husband had a different job.
Aoki followed your line of sight and then frowned. It was already ten in the evening. Typically, his father would be home at this hour or earlier to tuck him in. However, Kakucho wasn't.
“Mama, I don’t wanna sleep yet. Wanna wait for Papa.”
At the boy’s statement, you sighed prior to pinching his cheek gently. Knowing this would happen, you shook your head. “No, Aoki. You know you have to wake up early tomorrow because you have school.” He pouted in defiance, still not wanting to yield and go to bed. Holding your ground, you stayed quiet. After a staring contest that lasted only a minute, Aoki gave up and got off the couch. Following suit, you headed to his bedroom right after turning a few lights off. Despite his protests earlier, your son was yawning as soon as his back hit the mattress.
“I know you want Papa to tuck you in, but he’s busy with work. How about I read you a bedtime story, mhm?” You sat on the edge of his bed, eyes scanning the picture books by the nightstand. “How does that sound?”
“Yes, Mama,” Aoki responded softly. His hands pulled up the blanket up to his nose, eyes sparkling as he waited for you to begin. With a fond smile, you grabbed the book entitled Kintaro’s Adventures and flipped to the first page. A few pages later, Aoki was now fast asleep. You set the book down and pressed a kiss on his forehead, about to leave when the bedroom door creaked open. In came Kakucho, his dual-colored eyes scanning the area until his sight landed on you and the sleeping boy.
“Sorry I’m late,” Kakucho mumbled after he closed the distance between you both. You shook your head dismissively, offering him a kiss on the cheek. Your husband chased after your lips which earned him a stifled giggle. “I’ll make sure to be early tomorrow and tuck him in.”
“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re home, love.”
MONTH 2: WEEK 7
Dear baby duckie,
Mama is feeling more tired lately. I could definitely say I am pregnant now. Morning sickness is worst than ever and I could feel the changes. But I am happy to hear from the doctor that you’re doing fine. I don’t care what happens to my body as long as you’re healthy. Your papa and I are happy to hear that at this stage, your heart has formed. We can’t wait to hear it.
Continue to grow well, my baby duckie.
Manjiro’s sleepy eyes fell on your form, brow raised at your presence. You stood up and gave him a short bow in acknowledgment. He wasn’t expecting you to be here, sitting in the office lobby. Kakucho was just finishing his meeting in the other room, leaving you all by yourself. This did not sit well with Bonten’s leader, especially since he knew you were pregnant. The organization’s headquarters may be a symbol of fear to those who knew, yet within, betrayal could occur anytime. Manjiro would be caught dead rather than leave his pregnant wife all alone. What was his third-in-command thinking?
“What… are you doing here?” he asked, perplexed on whether to head for his meeting or to accompany you until Kakucho comes. Maybe Sanzu can entertain those bastards while he waits with you. “It’s not safe to be here all on your own. I was sure Kakucho knew that.”
“Don’t worry, Mikey. Kakucho is almost done. He and I are going to pick up our son from kindergarten, you see.” Taking a seat once again, you sheepishly gestured down the hall. “I’m fine on my own, honest. I don’t want to inconvenience you…” you trailed off when Manjiro took the seat beside you. Perhaps the rumors of the great Sano Manjiro only caring for himself held no truth at all. Then again, if that were true, his wife wouldn’t be gushing about him all the time during parties.
“I can wait. As I said, it isn’t safe.”
But damn, you found it so hard to fill in the awkward silence that enveloped the lobby. To count on Mikey to lead the conversation was a hopeless cause for he did not know what else to say. Thankfully, Kakucho was now walking towards you. His stoic face morphed into one of surprise with a mixture of shame. He did not expect his leader to accompany his wife, let alone play bodyguard. The Haitani brothers will never live this down if they would find out. Quick to be by your side, Kakucho’s stonehard facade fell as he regarded his boss with a sheepish look.
“Mikey, I’m sorry—”
“No need for an apology, Kakucho.” Manjiro stood up from the couch, hands in his pockets. “Just be careful next time. Can’t have meaningless trouble.” With that said, Bonten’s leader sauntered off. The two of you stood there for a moment, unsure of what just occurred. You were the first to break the silence, giggling as you poked your husband’s side. Kakucho exhaled aloud, his hand over his heart. Then, his lips broke into a relaxed grin.
“Were you scared, love?”
“Of Mikey? Of course not. It’s just that, for a second there I thought he was gonna fuckin’ berate me,” Kakucho muttered. His hand was placed behind your back as you two headed for the elevator. “He’s been… acting weird since his wife gave birth. But maybe I deserve it. I shouldn’t have really left you in the lobby, safe or not.”
“Why? I was fine on my own,” you reasoned and leaned against him. The warmth he exudes is comforting. “Besides, I think Mikey was just looking out for us.” For emphasis, you rubbed your stomach. Your husband saw and understood what you meant, earning a small laugh from him.
“I guess so. That's typical of him.”
MONTH 3: WEEK 9
My baby duckie,
Your uncles are so sweet. Maybe a little too much that your papa ends up saying the strangest things. I hope you will understand once you're grown up that him being protective is just his way of saying he loves you. The doctor said you're about the size of a strawberry now. You're so tiny, duckie. I wish I could hold you in my arms and make memories soon.
Papa and Mama love you so much, our sweet duckie.
If Kakucho were to be asked back then what he thought of Sanzu Haruchiyo, the word annoying would always be a staple term. Not only was the man cockblocking him, but Bonten’s number two had the nerve to be snoring away on the couch like it was his own home. Today was supposed to be a rest day, one where Kakucho could relax and spend time with his family—perhaps even have alone time with you, granted that Aoki was in school. However, the presence of Sanzu in the house put a halt to that wish of his. Fate just had to tease Kakucho because out of all days, you were in the mood and ready to jump him if given the chance. But of course, you couldn't due to Sanzu's surprising visit.
What was the man doing here again? Kakucho couldn't remember. His attention was solely on his phone, hoping that Ran or Rindou could pick up the drunk Sanzu Haruchiyo and take him home. If Sanzu continues to let out loud snores for another minute, Kakucho fears he’s going to lose his mind.
Thankfully, after thirty minutes of waiting, the Haitani brothers finally arrived to take Sanzu off of Kakucho's hands. You got out of the bedroom, a silk robe around your pajama-clad form. Silently, you watched as Rindou nudged the pink-haired man awake. Ran clicked his tongue at the scene and folded his arms across his chest. Sanzu, despite snoring so much, wasn't a heavy sleeper and woke up without a hitch. He staggered as he stood up, rubbing his eyes before glaring at the sunlight that flooded the living room.
“Mornin’ already?”
Ran couldn't help but roll his eyes while helping Sanzu stand up. “See, this is why your wife kicked you out of your own home, Sanzu. You keep getting blackout drunk.” Rindou snickered at his brother’s remark as he aided the other. “You should stop challenging Koko in that rigged drinking contest and go straight home to your family. You’re so fucking pathetic right now. If I were your wife, I’d divorce your ass if you keep doing this.”
Sanzu managed to scoff, “No need to fear. I won’t marry your high-maintenance ass, Ran. Even if Mikey pays me to do it, I’d rather shoot myself.” Those clear blue eyes that were usually sharp and calculating landed on you, his lips breaking into a silly grin. “The lady here could probably say the same thing.”
Ignoring Ran’s irritated quips, Kakucho turned to give you an apologetic look which you dismissed with a shrug. You excused yourself and left for the bedroom, feeling a bit dizzy. Everything went smoothly up to the point where the brothers got past the front door. Apparently, Sanzu hasn’t thanked Kakucho and you for your hospitality. Well, forced hospitality was the more definite term, Kakucho thought. Yet, instead of feeling some sort of relief that the annoyance was gone, your husband returned to your side with furrowed brows. Your lips were about to form a question when he knelt and kissed the bump on your stomach, veiny hands caressing the skin there.
“That bastard,” Kakucho grumbled to himself while stroking your tummy. If you didn’t know any better, your husband was slightly stressed out at what occurred. You stayed silent for a moment, waiting to hear what caused it. “There’s no way I’m letting that fucking happen. I’d shoot him and the Haitanis twice before I let them inside here again.”
Now alarmed, you sat up straight. “What happened?” you inquired and then winced at the scenario brewing in your mind. “Don’t tell me… Sanzu vomited all over the entrance?”
Kakucho exhaled. “Worst. Ran was on his usual tirade when Sanzu commented on how he will thank us. I told him all was fine, but he just had to say he will have his son marry our baby if it turns out to be a daughter. The brothers, of course, did not back down and did the same.” His eyes shot up in an accusatory way when you burst out laughing. “Love, it isn’t funny. Can you believe them? If my baby is indeed a girl, there’s no way I’m letting that happen! She hasn’t even gotten out of the womb and now she’s getting marriage proposals. Of all the fucking things…”
MONTH 4: WEEK 15
My duckie,
We got a new sonogram today. Can you believe it? We’re getting a baby girl? Your papa is so excited. He could barely sleep a wink these past few days. Your uncles are even buying toys and clothes for you now. Your big brother couldn’t contain his joy as well. He hopes you’ll start kicking soon. Personally, I’m a bit afraid once that happens. The doctor did assure me it wouldn’t hurt as much as I was told. But if it means that you’re healthy and active, I won’t mind. Kick all you want, darling.
To our baby girl, duckie, we love you.
The warm bathwater was lulling you to sleep, but as soon as Kakucho entered the bath, he went straight to keep you busy. His sturdy arms kept you caged in, scared you might fall backward and hit your head as you bounced on his cock. The soapy water sloshed around with each rapid movement. Holding your breasts, you relied on nothing but biting on your lips to prevent moans from slipping past them. Aoki’s bedroom was far away, yet you shouldn’t get carried away. The last thing you wanted was for the poor child to hear you or Kakucho cursing.
“Love, c-cum inside, please,” you whined softly. Reaching your hand down to caress his face, you leaned closer to kiss his scar. Kakucho was certain he could knock you up again with another child. With a low grunt, he thrust his hips up to meet you halfway. Moaning out his name, you held onto him tightly as you chased your high. Your husband sunk his teeth into your left shoulder to muffle his groans. His cock twitched inside you before it spurted a huge load of hot milky semen into your creamy pussy.
“Love you,” Kakucho whispered against your skin and pressed a chaste kiss on the area where he bit. “And thank you… for giving me another one to love. You’re so amazing.” You lifted his head by the chin and pressed your foreheads together while humming in contentment. The bathwater had turned lukewarm. It was a sign to move this to the bedroom and continue from there.
“I love you, too. Always.”
MONTH 5: WEEK 18
My darlin’ duckie,
I, somehow, felt you move inside my tummy. It almost felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. There are times when I get too dizzy, but for you, I can handle anything. Your big brother made cute drawings of us while he was in school. I’m going to hang some of them in your room once your papa is finished with the furnishing.
Four more months my duckie! We’ll see you soon.
“You doing okay, love?”
Kakucho looked more out of breath than you are. He did run all the way from the kitchen up to your shared bedroom when you suddenly called out his name out of fear that you couldn’t breathe properly. Shortness of breath was considered normal when you’re pregnant. Your beloved husband was quick to assist you out of bed, gently aiding you to the bathroom when you vocalized your urge to pee. Now, sitting on the toilet, you scratched your arm sheepishly at Kakucho never leaving your side. What you did gave him quite a scare.
“I’m alright, love. Honest.”
“Just tell me whenever you feel some sort of pain, ‘kay?” Kakucho let out a long exhale and leaned against the doorway. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that things of the unexpected will become frequent in the following months to come. Kakucho was a worrywart despite denying this fact. Although it was normal to worry, his way was on a whole other level. Once you did your business and washed your hands, he was quick to be on your side while you descended the stairs. His strong and ever-present arm either wrapped around your waist or shoulder.
“I said I’m fine, Kaku.” you insisted for the fourth time today. Your husband shook his head and sat down next to you on the couch. At this hour, he would be off to where Bonten needed him. It would not come off as a surprise if his phone will start blowing up due to endless calls from his colleagues, hoping to know where he is. The television was playing a commercial for powdered milk for babies, your attention elsewhere, when Kakucho laid his head down on your lap.
“Wake me up if you ever need anything, love. Okay?”
Shooting him a glance and an assuring smile, you focused on the drama now playing on the screen. Your husband couldn’t help but snort playfully. Just as you were about to let out a disappointed remark at the drama’s sudden plot twist, you caught yourself from making a huge noise for Kakucho was indeed fast asleep on your lap. Silently, you pressed two of your fingers onto your lips and then pressed them against Kakucho’s.
MONTH 6: WEEK 23
Baby duckie,
I hope you are doing well inside my tummy as I’m writing this. There is no denying that you are indeed your father’s daughter. You’re so active, always kicking during the evening that I get surprised. I supposed that’s just your way of saying you’re here or that you don’t like the meal I just ate. Sorry dear, but we can’t be picky with our food. We can’t always eat pancakes every morning no matter how delicious your papa makes them.
I hope you learn to like vegetables, my precious girl.
A groan escaped your mouth while fixing your shirt, making sure there wasn’t any stain on sight or any incriminating evidence that your nipples were toyed and sucked on. The culprit, Kakucho, emerged from the bathroom, the corners of his lips curled up at what occurred seconds ago in the privacy of your bedroom. Your innocent son was babbling Rindou’s ear off in the living room, too focused on the children’s show playing on the television to see Ran wiggle his brows as soon as the two of you joined them. Who knew your husband could go feral upon finding out that your breasts have begun to produce milk for the baby? In fact, it should only be for the baby. Kakucho never fails to surprise you when you least expect it. You just hope he won’t get any funny ideas of doing it again once the baby is out.
The baby needs her milk too…
“Isn’t it too early to be having fun?” Ran joked. Your husband rolled his eyes at the older Haitani’s attempt. You, on the other hand, paid no mind to it. Instead, you shifted your full attention to Aoki. Ran’s second attempt to get a laugh got cut short due to the stuffed toy Rindou threw at his face. Aoki saw this and giggled. Whether he was planning on getting back at Rindou or not, Ran sat up straight as soon as he saw Kakucho shoot him a pointed stare.
“Are you guys gonna eat breakfast or not?” Kakucho inquired before grabbing an empty plate to place pancakes on. The Haitanis weren’t here to merely visit your family or to play with Aoki. Contrary to what they told your son, the brothers were here to pick up your husband for an important meeting with the entire higher-ups of their organization. And that they wanted to eat pancakes made by Kakucho, stating that they missed the taste of it.
While the brothers and your son sat at the dining table, you watched over the other pancakes still on the pan. Your mouth watering at the sight of the leftover mixture in the bowl, tempted to swipe it and finish the batter if your husband wasn’t looking. Kakucho must have sensed your craving as he immediately grabbed the bowl and poured the last of its contents into the pan. Lips in a pout, you flipped the other pancakes whereas Kakucho took out those that were cooked.
Making sure Aoki and the troublesome Haitanis were caught up on something else, Kakucho leaned forward to press a kiss against the side of your head. Caught off guard for a second, you then playfully narrowed your eyes at him. Your free hand instinctively covers your breasts from his view like he was some starved beast just waiting to bite them. With one brow raised, your husband was seconds away from asking why you were maintaining distance when Ran let out a childish cry unfit for a thirty-year-old man.
“Uwah! Mommy and Daddy, I’m hungry! Stop flirting already,” he whined in the most high-pitched tone he could reach. Rindou and Aoki wore the same expression of disbelief, yet the former had a combination of shame. If Rindou could dig a hole and bury himself, now was the perfect time after what his older brother just pulled off. Thankfully and much to Haitani Ran’s lucky stars, Aoki just laughed afterward. Judging by the unamused look on Kakucho’s handsome face, he was ready to drag Ran’s sorry butt out of the house.
He had to take the burnt months ago when Aoki got curious about how babies were made. He didn’t want that to happen again.
Above committing any form of violence in front of his son, Kakucho resulted in leaning down to whisper into Ran’s ear with a false smile on his face, “Better behave or you’re not eating anything except my fist.”
MONTH 7: WEEK 26
My precious duckie,
One day, you will learn about your papa’s job. Although it is complicated, I hope you shall learn to understand it once you’re older. Days where it seems like everything will go wrong pop out of nowhere once in a while. Your papa and I promise to keep you and your big brother safe. Safe and sound, out of harm’s way. That is what we will always prioritize.
I love you so much, duckie. You and your brother mean the whole world to me.
To step into danger or defend himself against it has been Kakucho’s bread and butter. He didn’t exactly choose this life. It was just how it was for him ever since his parents died and someone admirable took him in when no one else would. No matter how many times he has fallen, Kakucho never failed to stand up again and face the hurdles the universe has in store for him—whether he liked it or not.
As a father and someone who has a family to protect, being a high-ranking member of Bonten had more cons than the perks it had to offer. There were days he mulled over the thought of quitting. But of course, that option was never there, to begin with. To quit was to kill that part of himself, one he has known all his life. Plus, multiple enemies would have his head if he didn’t choose a side. It doesn’t mean he wasn’t growing tired of the numerous endeavors of his enemies trying to have his head on a silver platter. They have grown more creative this time and decided to send a death threat by calling the telephone situated in the living room.
Kakucho thought he was going to burst a vein that night when he took the telephone from Aoki. Thank goodness the boy wasn’t able to speak into it or your husband would be out tonight, ready to find the fuckers. Still, Kakucho was not pleased with what transpired. Soon, the small closet that was filled with old newspapers and knickknacks became the hiding spot of his firearms.
“S-shouldn’t we move?” you asked him one night, unable to sleep due to your feet cramping. Kakucho’s hands may be busy with alleviating your pain, but his mind was racing with countless ideas on what he shall do to the careless idiots who dared to call through that telephone. Kokonoi does have him on speed dial. The sooner Koko and Rindou trace them, the better. He didn’t want you to be worrying like this, especially when a baby was on the way.
“No, don’t get your pretty head all worked up on this, love,” he reassured you with a squeeze to the thigh, offering you his best comforting smile. “Those bastards should’ve known better than to threaten me. They won’t know what I’m capable of until they wake up with their asses in the fuckin’ air.”
MONTH 8: WEEK 29
Sweet little duckie,
A couple more weeks to go and you’ll be here. Everyone is excited that it feels like it’s Christmas day. Your papa finished your room a few days ago. All that’s missing is a bubbly baby girl. Your papa felt you kick multiple times last night yet he couldn’t get used to it. He even said that once you grow up, he’ll have you take judo lessons alongside your big brother. The doctor told me to cut back on sugar. I’ve been craving a lot of things lately that it scares your papa sometimes. However, the doctor did say you’re very healthy so I’ll gladly stir away from sweets to keep it that way.
Looking forward to holding and kissing you, my love.
The movie was over and the credits roll on the screen. Aoki was fast asleep on the sleeping mat laid out on the floor. The bowl of popcorn is empty save for the kernels that failed to pop while in the microwave. The homey atmosphere was too lulling for you or Kakucho to get off the couch and turn the television off. His strong arms were around you, hands caressing your round stomach. Your head rested against the crook of his neck, eyes closed. Saturday nights were usually like this—the whole family in the living room to watch a film you all take turns in choosing. Tonight, it was Kakucho’s turn and of course, he picked a film that was packed with action and adventure. Aoki, despite saying he will finish the movie, ended up falling asleep before the story reached its climax. You, on the other hand, opted to sit on Kakucho’s lap for no reason.
“She’s kicked a lot, huh?” Kakucho couldn’t help but chuckle at his active daughter. Your response was a small groan. It was no joke that your feet hurt, especially now that they were red and swollen. Your baby was getting heavier, a sign that her due date was drawing nearer and nearer. The task of taking care of a baby may be daunting to some, but nothing could make your heart rest easy than the thought of delivering your daughter safely. Stretchmarks, late-night feedings, and healing stitches be damned.
“She’s your daughter alright,” you mumbled in an amused tone. Kakucho’s hand stopped stroking your belly to laugh at the statement. “I won’t be surprised if she turns out to be rowdier than Aoki.”
“Fine by me,” he replied and then gave your head a kiss. “I can take care of rowdy children. Besides, that stage of their life won’t last long. Kids grow too fast these days, you know. Too fast.” After saying that last line, Kakucho patted your tummy. “Might as well enjoy it, love.”
“Are you… being sentimental right now, Kaku?”
MONTH 9: WEEK 38
Our baby duckie,
I love you, my baby. No amount of joy could be put into words in some cases. According to the doctor, you may come out in a few days. I’m not going to lie… I’m a bit afraid. Mothers whom I’ve met at the clinic seem to express the same feeling when asked about giving birth. I promise to be strong, stronger than I’ve ever been, for you. For our family.
All the unconditional love from us, duckie.
“See? I told you, love, you’re stronger than me. She’s so beautiful, as beautiful as you.”
“She is. She has your eyes, Kaku…”
Kakucho shed a tear or two as the nurse handed him his newborn daughter whom she swaddled in pink cloth. Your daughter ceased fussing the second she was in his arms, perhaps knowing it was her papa holding her now. Your lips should be hurting after smiling so much at the precious scene unfolding in front of you, yet there was no pain present. There was only happiness. Kakucho looked so soft as he cradled his daughter, sitting himself down to pull out his phone and call Ran. While waiting for the older Haitani to pick up, you could just picture Aoki at home, bouncing in elation. The image of your son and daughter growing up together made your heart full, especially with your loving husband by your side.
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BELLADONNA
Character/s: merman!Manjiro Sano
Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, dark content, dub-con kissing, set in regency era, monsterfucking, amnesia, manipulation/brainwashing, mentions of multiple murders, death/murder, mystery, pregnancy, oviposition, mikey has a weird 🍆 + has sharp teeth and nails, infidelity (not towards reader), yandere mikey, hints of cannibalism (bc mikey is feral and darn possessive), and breeding. Minors do not interact.
Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY MY LOVE 🥺💕 also this is for bby vivi's @festive Things that go bump in the night collab
Synopsis: No matter how hard you try, the waters always lure you into their depths.
WC: 3.8k
Dark cumulonimbus clouds littered the whole sky that they almost formed a dome with their menacing size, promising heavy rain and strong winds in the area they deemed victims. The dreary day has somehow turned interesting with how the whole tiny village is buzzing with life due to preparations because the last time one hit the place was a year ago. It was a truly devastating time that caused deaths and many homes that had to be rebuilt. You were no exception to this—waking up by the shore with many cuts and strange marks on your flesh along with a hazy memory. Your family and friends said it was a miracle that you survived. Even your husband, who was still courting you at that time, was far too relieved to question how you ended up that way.
“I’m almost done, dear. You can eat first if you want to.”
Your gaze never left your husband’s figure shutting the windows and boarding them up to prevent the harsh winds and raindrops from entering. The ocean was as angry as the sky, waves rocky enough to drown an inexperienced person. Ships had to be docked while those who dared to go through a storm had already left by then. You were supposed to do your laundry by the stream that led to the ocean, however, it had to be postponed due to the nasty weather. The waters would be rising, enough to be seen as risky. Your whole form shuddered at the thought of swallowing those waters, nightmares of it continued to haunt you when you least expected it.
But there was always a person who saved you—a face you couldn’t make out because the nightmare always ended just as you were about to.
“Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you to finish.”
In such bad weather and the threat of flood, you normally would have gone to your friend’s house a few miles north to take shelter there. Yet, your husband was far more insistent today for you to remain here—indoors and never leave until the storm was gone no matter what happens. And unfortunately, even to this day, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your friend died last year due to a mysterious illness that caused an uproar in the village after that storm. There was nowhere to go but to stay here. But for him to go this far by locking all the windows and doors, muttering under his breath the entire time. It was an odd sight, and frankly, you were worried by his actions.
Why on earth would he be placing barriers that prevented you from leaving easily when a flood may occur? Has he lost his mind?
Biting back your tongue from spilling your fears all over the floor, you tried to sit back and watch. Your hands on your lap were tightly gripping the white cloth of your dress in hopes that patience will not leave you as you waited for your husband to finish. Tonight’s dinner is already set and waiting for you both by the table. But, you lost your appetite when he finished and called for you to join him.
“Listen to me carefully, dear,” your husband spoke up suddenly in time as the thunder roared across the sky that almost frightened you. The flash of lightning was a bit disorienting. His usually gentle eyes were hard and left no room for any discussion. “You’re not to leave this house until the stream’s flow is back to its original state. You don't have to worry about food or anything you might need—I’ll get them. Just stay here until I deem it safe, alright?” His hand reached out to touch yours, squeezing it in a reassuring way. “I… I’ll protect you. You don’t have to feel confused or scared anymore. I promise you that.”
A good wife never talks back to her husband so you merely nodded. Afraid of what may occur if you tried to press on with your plaguing questions. You have heard of many tales of troublesome wives and crossing your husband was the last thing you wanted. But what he said, instead of silencing the doubts in your mind, merely caused them to be in a state of panic. Ever since marrying you, your beloved husband has been quite protective, to the point he was close to being overbearing. At first, you thought it was just because he cared for you. There were times it seemed sweet. However, whenever it started to rain heavily or there was a chance a storm would come, he always had an odd look on his face. You haven't even been to the beach nor got close to it ever since. What was even more infuriating was his silence or the half-hearted reasons that never made any sense.
What does he mean by protecting me? Surely what happened last time was merely an effect of my own negligence… Mother nature is a daunting force to battle with human hands. But what occurred then won't repeat again, especially with all the planning made to prevent it.
So what is he so scared of?
That night while lying in bed next to your unconscious husband, the mere companion you had was the candlelight flickering with every howl of the wind that tried to penetrate through the barriers, rattling the wooden planks. The sound of heavy raindrops pattering on the brick roof was neither relaxing nor annoying. You couldn’t sleep. Getting out of bed slowly, you glanced at your husband a few times to see if he would stir awake, to which he didn’t. Nights of trying to leave bed to either grab a cup of water or just sit in the sitting room that ended up only him grabbing your arm to stop you flashed before your eyes the second your toes touched the cold floor. Exhaustion from running around and barricading the house has chained him to a night of deep sleep.
“When is this damn storm going to go away?” you mumbled to yourself, hugging your torso as you walked up to the window where a gap is visible. Peeking through the space, you sighed at how the outdoors resembled a dark void you’ve seen countless times in your dreams. If it weren’t a stormy night, the endless void would seem straight out of a nightmare. “He can’t keep me cooped up here forever…”
A deep exhale escaped your lips as you sauntered to the kitchen to drink a cup of water. Perhaps you could blame it on the darkness of the house or the lack of sleep, but you were quite sure you heard the back door creak open. A chill ran down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck all stood. It was a miracle you didn’t drop your cup and alert your husband to a conscious state.
“What the…”
The door was definitely open, and the wooden planks and other things your husband used to block it lay on the side. Since when did it become like this? You don’t recall hearing anything other than the loud thunder that follows after lightning splits through the sky. Swallowing your fright, you were just about to close the door again when suddenly, the rain stopped. You blinked twice at the strange phenomenon, fear doubling at the unexplainable until you heard it—someone humming.
Anyone out in this weather would be crazy, especially at night. Whether it was carried off by the wind or the person was just close by, the tune being hummed was enchanting and yet, deceptively alluring. Curiosity fuelled your steps as you made your way out, promising to just take a peek if it was someone and not something. But every step you took led you further closer to the beach where the waves were serene. Even the moon was out, its faint light illuminating the murky waters. The whole scenery was as if it came out of a painting that almost appeared like there wasn't any downpour earlier. But what had you continuing down your path until the ocean licked the soles of your feet was that ethereal humming that you couldn't help but feel like you’d heard before yet unable to pinpoint where.
Saltwater caressed up to your breasts the moment you snapped out of the entrancing song. Mind bewildered on why you let yourself get enraptured until something grabbed your arm, causing you to almost let out a shriek when your gaze landed on two onyx opals that belonged to a blond man, staring at you in great interest. Unable to see his whole face for the other half was submerged in water. He was handsome and pretty at the same time—a beautiful mysterious being that you had the chance to encounter. His whole aura was captivating. And yet, something felt wrong.
Heart pounding, you were unsure of what to do. What would anyone do when some stranger is now swimming next to you in the middle of the night? Lips about to move and question him on why he was here and all which ended up on the back of your tongue at the feeling of something brushing against your legs—a fishtail belonging to the man. Crimson was the color of its scales, giving off an illusion of him bleeding in the water. A sign of danger. The alarm bells started ringing in your head, your body froze at what that meant.
Breath caught up in your throat, you couldn’t move a single muscle. Frankly, you didn’t know what else to do but trudge back to shore if the merman allowed you to leave. Horror stories of sailors drowning and women being lured into the waters by such creatures to feast on ran through your mind while standing there. The icy breeze that brushed past you snapped you out of your dread, legs starting to turn back. But the merman had other ideas, clinging to your arm in earnest. Your cry for help turned into a gasp when his wet hands reached up to grab your face, those irises resembling the endless void of the night. His sharp nails slightly dug into your cheeks, but not enough to harm your flesh.
“Pretty pearl, do you remember me?”
“W-what…” There was no way this creature was speaking! His mouth never budged but you definitely heard his voice in your head. Was this the power of a merman? And is he the one humming earlier that lured you here? Foolish, you were absolutely foolish to fall for such tricks. You should have stayed at home as your husband told you. Teeth chattering, you shook your head. “L-let me go… Please, I need to—”
“It’s me, Manjiro. You remember me right, my pretty pearl?”
“M-Manjiro?” you echoed his name which caused the merman to show his full face where a smile was stretching his lips. “I’m sorry, b-but I don’t recall knowing you—”
His lips were on yours instantaneously, keeping you locked there while you struggled to free yourself. Tears started to form in your eyes, scared to death at what may happen next. To drown and eat you would be quite easy for such a powerful being. Your hands continued to push him back, albeit pathetically before they fell limp to your side.
Images of you and this merman flowed through your mind during the duration of the kiss, his tongue swiping and tasting your lower lip, begging to be let in. Memories of you prior to that storm hitting the village a year ago flooded your mind like honey, slowly unlocking more that led to you recognizing the merman to be the one who saved you when you fell off a crumbling cliff on your way back home to grab your things and evacuate. Those nightmares of drowning all made sense now for it has happened before and he—Manjiro—saved you the moment your body fell into the water, breathing oxygen back into your lungs. The very merman who caressed you in places you’ve never dared to touch in that tiny cave in curiosity. Those few moments spent on an undiscovered island a few miles from here were rare and interesting that it didn’t make sense how you’d easily forgotten about it. But such a meeting had to end when you both were confronted by another merman as he was returning you back to shore. Torn from each other so early that ended up you fleeing from such danger and almost drowning in the process as he fended off his own kind from touching a strand of your hair.
You couldn’t quite believe your savior and the merman you were enchanted with was out here, wanting to see you again after all these months. The one you fell in love with during that first meeting. And to meet here again, it was fate all along.
The tears of terror that collected on the rim of your eyes rolled down out of happiness instead. Arms wrapping themselves around the merman, holding onto him tightly. A smile on your face as you sobbed while he continued to kiss you. “Manjiro? Yes, it is you! Oh, how could I ever forget you?” Apologies poured out of your mouth like a gentle drizzle that had the merman humming out of glee. Finally, you two were reunited and Manjiro could never be happier. His hands lowered to hold you by your hips, intent to mark you again with his nails.
Unfortunately, just as he was celebrating having your memories return, Manjiro was instantly troubled at the fact you were now mated to someone other than him. Your husband wasn’t a stupid one and nothing could be more convenient for the merman to have him out of the picture. Months of waiting for you to go back to the beach and see you left Manjiro frustrated. There was no way you could easily forget him. So, who was taking up your attention that you wouldn’t try and see him again?
Of course, your bastard of a human lover.
Ill ideas that spelled death and evil tainted his thoughts every time he came to land, draining much of his magic to walk on two legs for minutes just to check up on you and see that bastard breathing in your proximity. He was quite sure that the bastard did something for you to forget him just like that. Dedication to see you was his only driving force so to see you next to a disgusting human made him want to tear his head off. This often led to him going back to the ocean with his blood boiling.
A merman would never be accepted into human society, that he knew. Those who did ended up dead trying. Manjiro refuses to die and be separated from you—his precious pearl in a vast ocean of nothing or anything meaningful to offer. However, he won’t easily back down again—he can’t turn back now just because your stupid human lover was wary of him. Manjiro swore he won’t make the same mistake again of getting caught by your husband, especially since said human has seen his true form upon escaping his suspicious glare.
To kill the vile human may be his ultimate goal, but to become close to being human shall solve his other problems.
Yes, he has to finish what he had started.
“Where are you going?” your husband’s inquiry was almost missed by you, excited to meet up with your non-human lover. If there were days you wished you didn’t marry so early, they merely multiplied now. Yet, you weren’t cruel to crush your husband’s heart. You did enjoy his company, through the ups and downs. He can’t compete with Manjiro’s enthralling aura, though. There was also the chance he might go and kill Manjiro if you did reveal your secret affair that has been going on for a month now since meeting the merman again. Just keeping the marks Manjiro has given you whenever you two meet was already a difficult thing to keep, what more about the true nature of your lover? Secrecy can sometimes be a far better choice than honesty. “It’s going to be late in a few hours.”
“I’m… just going to be quick, dear. I’ll be back quickly,” you reasoned, feet itching to leave the house. The look on your husband's face was doubtful but in the end, he dismissed you with a wave.
“Just be back before it gets dark, alright? Perhaps you didn't hear the news but there's been another murder in the area. Whoever the sick person is for killing people, I hope they get caught soon or we’ll have to move.”
Head too high up in the clouds to listen to the rest of his sentence, you left home with a giddy disposition. Manjiro was the only thing that revolved around your head and being able to kiss and touch him again. These past few days have been uneventful. If it weren't for your lover’s constant presence who also served as a sweet escape from mundane life, you would have died of boredom under the same roof as your husband.
“My pretty pearl, do you want me?”
Gasping against his shoulder, you fought back a moan. Futile and pointless it was for Manjiro intends to hear you sing beautifully as you bounced on his weirdly shaped cock. The rushing of the stream drowned out your whines and the lewd noise of your wet pussy folds meeting the base of his length that oddly hits and rubs the right places inside your cunt. Such a cock definitely does not belong to a human being. The first time taking it was a struggle for you swore you almost came that second the tip pushed past your cervix. Manjiro would always make it a habit to return you to your husband in an almost delirious state, one where all you could think of is his cock. From the very second you leave the stream with his thick cum trailing down your damp thighs to when you sleep at night, fantasizing of having the merman’s offspring.
Today was no different. Manjiro’s tail was slightly thrashing once you sped up, angling your hips and then resuming to bouncing on his throbbing cock that was leaking pre-cum—if you could call it that. Countless times has he stuffed you full of his thick warm fertile semen that came after he spurted two or three eggs into your womb. His whispers of you becoming a great mother never failed to heighten the experience of having sex with him in the great outdoors. A factor of this being an illicit affair could also be thrown into the mix and the idea of your husband being unaware has you scandalously creaming and squeezing Manjiro. The merman’s jaw slackened at how tight and hot your pussy is, revealing rows of sharp teeth that sunk into your nape, just wishing to mark you forever right then and there.
But Manjiro has to be patient. He has to be cunning and decisive. Your husband wasn’t the only person he has to eliminate to tip things in his favor. Killing your friend in this village last year was just the first step and consuming more human flesh was only the beginning of fulfilling his dream to stay by your side. If he had to kill more of his own kind to protect you, so be it. Manjiro isn’t scared to feed on human and merman flesh to obtain his goal. It wouldn’t be long. He has killed enough people to be able to turn his fish tail into human legs without the consequences of tiring easily or feeling like he was walking on a bed of sea urchins.
“Ah! M-Manji… N-need more. Want to feel you… burn. Want to hear you!” you sobbed with your warm gummy walls squeezing him dry. Manjiro knew if you came one more time, your husband would catch a whiff of your infidelity. But really, could this even be classified as one when it was he whom you truly love and not your sack shit of a husband? “M-more! Please! Wanna… have your babies.”
Ah, Manjiro truly loves you.
There was no one else on this earth that could please him so easily as you do. And that alone was enough for him to do everything in his power for you to stay by his side, even if you want to be free of his spell or grow tired of him. Manjiro will never let you go.
Gently pushing you to lay down on one of the smoother rocks, the merman crawled his way up to you. Not even prompted, you spread your legs to accommodate him. Your raw cunt was still oozing with his semen was perfectly in view. Manjiro grunted as he eased himself into your pussy once more, intent on breeding you and fertilizing those eggs. Because what was more laughable than for your husband to realize you were pregnant and carrying a merman’s brood? Delighted at the image of you round and practically ready to give birth, Manjiro leaned down to kiss you. His blood was singing songs in praise to you, eagerly rushing down to his erect and painful cock that was about to insert more eggs into you.
“M-Manjiro!” you practically screamed as your climax crashed down on you, back arching and nails drawing up half-moons and what resembled shooting stars across his back. Your legs quivered around his torso, satisfied as your merman chased after his own release once he safely inserted the eggs. You could barely see your husband glaring down at you through your hazed vision due to the rush of euphoria brought by Manjiro. Too far gone at the amount of ecstasy that you barely flinched at your husband yelling. His demands to know what was going on entered one ear and out the other.
Your husband was far too kind sometimes. During the duration of your peaceful marriage with him, he was better than those who hurt their partners. This was evident in how he was concerned about you, enough to follow you here. Yet, somehow, you didn’t feel any remorse in loving someone else behind his back nor felt dread when Manjiro got behind him, his legs smooth and muscled. Everything about the merman was as deadly as the sharp nails that sliced your husband’s throat, causing him to bleed and fall. The stream carried off his lifeline to the shores where it would attract more merfolk to the island, enticing them. But screw them for Manjiro would eliminate anything that gets in his way.
The death of your husband did not cause an uproar much to your surprise. Manjiro was already quite known in the village by the time you returned home, a widow but at the same time, a woman who was about to spend the rest of her life with the man she truly loved.
Correction, merman.
The day you got your first morning sickness was the very same day everyone in the village recognized Manjiro as your one and only husband. Your first husband—wait, did you even have another husband other than Manjiro? All you ever remembered is Manjiro. There was no way a human could love you as much as he could.
Manjiro, Manjiro, Manjiro—everything has gone smoothly according to his plan, all for his pretty human. Perhaps you were a deadlier obsession that the merman himself.
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BLOODY PEONY
Character/s: vampire!Pantalone
Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, blood, pantalone drinks blood duh + he is centuries old, age gap(?), pantalone has violet eyes here, barely know this man but i hope i wrote him well, established relationship, breeding/impregnation, fluff, monsterfucking, marking, mating press, mentions of violence, daddy kink, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
Note: here is the second entry for kinktober! pls ignore how late it is, i apologize :,) this is dedicated to my babie suki @sukirichi 💕 my first ever genshin fic 🤸♀️
❖ kinktober ‘22 masterlist | ENTRY #2
Summary: Forever and always—your immortal husband never fails to remind you of your eternal union in the most unique way.
WC: 2.3K
Midas’ touch was, in no way, on par with your husband’s caress or kiss that he gives you relentlessly without fail. Unparalleled and gentle in a way that it is the single thing that greets you as soon as the moon graces the sky and puts you to sleep the second the sun rises. Such odd behavior was striking to those who lived nearby the neighborhood, yet you did not care about their gossip or stares. All you cared about was him, Pantalone.
Your husband or as his fellow dwellers of the night often call him in their coven, Regrator, was not an ordinary man from the start. He didn’t sleep at night the same way you used to or was required to eat three meals each day. He dislikes sunlight, hates the outdoors, and detests those who refuse to get acquainted with hygiene due to his sensitive nose. You knew him only as Pantalone, one of the many names that he had adopted over the course of his life. A name you have been dying to know in secret. Other than a stake to his heart, Pantalone revealing his real name to you was similar to handing you his soul. The second you knew about this, you didn’t question him about it again. Plus, he drinks blood. In short, he wasn't human nor a creature your kind would be too keen on meeting. This fact was the very reason why you were interested in him in the first place which led you to discover his secret—vampires were real and he was one, too. With this knowledge, it did not hinder you from tying the knot and having him for a husband. Everything else was history from then on.
“Good evening, my jewel.”
Pantalone’s lips were pressed against your forehead, the scent of earl grey faint in his black silk bathrobe and dark wavy hair akin to a midnight sky that grazed your cheek when he pulled back to peck you on the lips. A groan slipped past your mouth, squinting at his beautiful visage further heightened by the moonlight streaming through the glass windows. The thick curtains were drawn back to let in the natural light. Pantalone couldn’t help but let out a breath of awe at your alluring aura which was followed by a small chuckle at your obvious complaint at being awakened. His index finger reached out and pressed at your furrowed brows. But who could blame you? Humans normally wake up with the sun up, not the other way around. You weren’t a vampire, yet. His cool hand grazed your warm soft cheek, a testimony of your mortal life that will soon change… Unless you had second thoughts.
Biting back a yawn, you rubbed fatigue off of your eyes before giving your husband a sweet smile. He then mirrored it, eager to continue kissing you until you were fully awake. “Good evening to you, too. Slept well?”
“As always. You?”
He knew you were lying the second you nodded your head, fighting back to furrow his eyebrows at your evident lie. Somehow, you knew he didn’t buy it. You dare not expound further. Because even if you two have been married for almost four years now, you still haven’t been the subject of his anger, and you hoped you never will. You were still scared no matter how many times he repeated that he will never lose his temper with you. The coven he was part of, especially that young man with the gingered-colored hair, wished he extended the same courtesy to them. Sadly, Pantalone was deaf to their request.
Pantalone was stingy. Nothing escapes his attention and if a single thing was amiss in his finances, he would immediately know. When it came to you, on the other hand, the sky was the fucking limit.
“I see,” he mumbled as he sat himself down at the edge of the bed. “What do you want to eat, darlin’? Just name it.” Your body heat stayed on the silk sheets, seducing Pantalone to remain by your side all night to fool around. Not that he had anything to do tonight that was of the utmost importance other than the special occasion which is your wedding anniversary. You saw the look in his eyes and slyly smirked, knowing all too well what he had in mind for this evening’s affair. Just as he was about to ask if you wanted to sleep more, Pantalone stopped short when your hand rubbed against where his cock was tucked away, twitching at your familiar touch. Not missing the way those sensitive violet irises behind glasses met your gaze, you leaned down to rest your head near his crotch and then innocently smiled. Inhaling sharply, Pantalone, for a second, thought his undead heart was beating once again.
“I’m not sure…” you playfully responded, fingers running up and down his thigh. “Maybe you can occupy my mouth while I take my time to decide, mhm?”
Despite his lack of body heat and the nature of his kind, the esteemed immortal was sweeter than any delicacy or dessert you have tasted behind closed doors. And yet, Pantalone can be rough whenever he or you wanted to be. At this very moment, it took all of his control not to snap and just have his way with you—with your full consent, of course. To spoil you, to love you, to keep you happy and satisfied—nothing brings greater joy to him than to do all of the above and beyond. Pantalone has to be the best in your eyes.
Why?
“My jewel, before we proceed…” he inhaled another deep breath upon seeing you bat your lashes at him expectantly. You were just too cute that he can’t wait to ruin you in a bit. But first, he had something to tell you—a crucial reminder of why you were still human. “You must eat first, alright? I can’t have you tiring so early, plus it might take hours for you to pry my hands away from you, darling.” When you nodded, he continued in a solemn tone that you picked up instantly. “And… you’re not getting younger. As we have agreed, this will be the last year. I promise we will keep trying, but whether we succeed or not, we have to accept it. Whatever happens, know that I love you and it shall never change. Forever and always. You… understand, right?”
Pantalone waited for a full minute until you sat up properly, looked him straight in the eyes, and held his hand. Fingers intertwined and locked together. No words had to be uttered between you two any further. Mirroring the smile on your face, he pulled you into his arms and carried you to the dining room while listening to you ramble about him trying to guess the wedding anniversary gift you’ll give him. However, he knew deep down what you wanted to give him for so long—a child.
Pantalone strived to be the best for you. Why? Of course, Pantalone wants to be the best at everything and this also includes being the best lover and husband. He can’t have you looking for someone else, someone incompetent. That would be the biggest insult of all insults. The odds may not be in his favor, but when has he ever paid any heed to what he can’t do and shouldn’t do? Giving you the most luxurious services, expensive gifts, and dazzling pieces of jewelry was just the bare minimum for a man such as him with the immense wealth that he undoubtedly got after spending centuries on this planet. For him to fail at giving you a baby, Pantalone couldn’t help but wish he were human. Then, he wouldn’t have so much difficulty facing you after every negative pregnancy test result or seeing you stare at shops selling baby clothes. Yet, you never held him responsible or spoke ill of him. No, Pantalone remembered each time you presented the results with a hopeful and comforting grin on your face—stating the same sentiment as always.
“We can always try again.”
He hoped to change that sentence of yours soon, preferably this year or before he will turn you into a vampire. Those images of you wearing his clothes and sporting a baby bump had his senses heightened to an all-time high. A low hiss of euphoria slipped past his tongue at how tight your gummy walls hugged his heavy and leaky cock. The bridge of his glasses was close to slipping past the bridge of his nose because of perspiration. All you could hear was his muffled groans and soft whines. You were close to being bent over on the kitchen counter, breakfast half-eaten on the plate. Pantalone just couldn’t wait to have you and your essence all over him. The sweet scent of your arousal mixed with your desire for him was too tempting to ignore. A husband can’t disregard his wife’s needs, especially when you nicely part your damp folds for him to see.
“Darlin’ so wet. Tell me—ah, fucking hell… Tell me, my jewel, w-what is it that you want?” Pantalone resisted the urge to bite into your neck where your pulse point was and have his own feast. What he desires is to hear you ask for him—beg, cry or demand anything from your husband that may or may not release him from this delectable pleasure that no other pussy could grant him. “Tell me, darling, fuck… Do you want me to cum? To cum inside this cunt?”
“Yes! Y-yes, please, holy fuck…” you almost screamed, whining out the last part of your plea and shaking your ass as a sign he should just proceed to fucking the daylights out of you. Thankfully, Pantalone was a man who did not hesitate to give and immediately carried you to the nearest couch he could find while his cock was still nestled in your pussy. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Both of your bodies that reeked of lust were drunk on each other’s taste, searching for more. Pantalone thought it as a sick desire, but the idea of never leaving your side—to instill himself into your very soul that whoever tries to kiss you or undress you will find crystal clear traces of him. An invisible collar that warned off others that you belonged to no one but Pantalone. He did vow that anyone who touches or covets you will be skinned alive. You laughed at that promise, adorably unaware.
“J-jewel, s’ tight. Pussy’s mine, right? Ah… Gonna let me breed this cunt?” There was no scarcity to his filthy words that fuelled your moans. At this point, you were convinced your soul has left your body by just the intensity of his thrusts akin to how a hammer pounds on a nail. His strength was tantamount to the vampire’s progenitor, one that can cut through a forest or scrape the sky—reduced to a mere force that held your legs apart and pressed them against your chest. His sharp eyesight could put any seasoned predator to shame concentrated on your face, obsessed by the expressions it makes as he takes you. Pantalone’s tongue can cut through the most frigid heart and cause a grown man to weep for his mother’s embrace. The exact tongue that is now whispering your name like a sacred prayer that will save his damned soul from the fires he sold himself to. Honey dripping from his lips into yours without any reservations—all just for you, his beautiful jewel.
“O-oh, fuck! K-keep this up and—shit, you’re gonna, ah, be a d-daddy at this rate,” you teasingly moaned. His next few thrusts knocked the steadiness off of your voice, eager to breed your fertile womb. A human can only take so much and you were quite sure there would be bruises on your thighs and legs. “D-daddy, gonna knock me u-up? Do it, please! Fucking please! Cum inside me.”
Pantalone was a man who had everything until you entered his life, making the immortal realize the world deceived him into believing he did. Now, he doesn’t care if you will be his downfall or his ticket to eternal paradise. There was so much he could give you but he knew nothing could make you happier than having his child… or knowing his real name.
“Darlin’, cum. Cum all over this cock.”
Pantalone didn’t have to tell you twice. Your entire being was spasming, hands pulling him close to anchor yourself from the waves of bliss he let you experience. Your husband followed after. His mouth parted and sank his fangs into your neck, groaning at the taste of your piquant blood on his tastebuds. His hands harshly gripped the armrest, exercising restraint. Hot milky semen coated your walls and your womb. The whole ordeal was not strange to you, however, you couldn’t get used to the intoxicating state he casts on you. His glasses then slipped down and fell unceremoniously on top of your head once he was finished. Stifling a giggle, you grabbed his glasses and set them aside in case you might sit on them. Just as you were about to reach up and wipe off the bloodstain on your husband’s lips, Pantalone leans down to kiss you. He patiently waits for your heart to calm down and for your form to relax. As soon as you did, he wasted no time whispering into your ear his anniversary gift.
His real name.
Your husband hardly laughs genuinely and whenever he does, you treasure that moment—even if it’s because he finds your surprised look comedic. The implications of you knowing and the trust he has in you—it nearly had you in tears.
“I can’t believe you just revealed your real name…” You trailed off to kiss him again, this time, with absolute fervor. There wasn’t anything on this planet Pantalone can’t have and yet, he craves your love like a starved man. His mouth chased after yours once distance was created, the corners of his lips curling up while whispering those three words he will certainly never get tired of uttering for his darling wife.
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NAUGHTY STRAWBERRY
Character/s: stepfather!Ran Haitani & stepuncle!Rindou Haitani
Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, consensual non-con, stepcest, implied age gap, mentions of cheating, threesome, anal sex, double vag penetration (ran and rindou’s dicks touch ofc), daddy kink, cum play, cum swallowing, manhandling, bonten era although not mentioned, mentions of death, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
Note: this is for bby aly @riszu hope u like it 🤭💕
Synopsis: Welcoming your stepfather Ran home can vary from the usual greetings to getting fucked by him and his brother.
WC: 2.3k
Dress shoes pattering from the front door had your left brow rising. The hairs on the back of your neck stand as a form of a salute at the familiar sound steadily growing louder enough to be heard from where you are sitting in your bedroom just ten feet away. Be called crazy or maybe even paranoid, but from the countless times Haitani Ran comes and goes as he pleased into your quaint tiny home he gifted you, memorizing his footsteps wasn’t the oddest ability you have honed since he was welcomed into your life. No, scratch that, he wasn’t exactly welcomed by you. It was your mother’s idea before she decided to leave the earth after a not-so-coincidental household accident months back.
Nothing can always be a coincidence when a Haitani lives under your roof.
Knowing the song and dance like the back of your hand, the bright red nail polish you were about to open and apply to your nails was left open on the desk the moment you stood up. A bowl of frozen strawberries you were snacking on is left to thaw next to it. Feet silently clambering away from your room and to whatever place that seemed a great hiding spot. The beat of your heart was like a drum that has lost all reason, hammering against your ear as you searched high and low. Terrified at the chance of getting caught for the hundredth time, the initial plan to head for the back door was foiled at the sight of the knob twisting only to fail miserably since you haven’t forgotten to lock it. By the wise words of Ran, you have to lock all doors when you were home alone. But in this case, you and Ran weren’t alone—never have been since the death of your mother.
Shit. All known curses raced through your mind akin to a bullet train as you head upstairs to where Ran’s room was. The last time you were trapped in the bathroom by the kitchen, that didn’t end well for you. A hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your breathing, you hid behind his closet. And now, you waited. While hiding in his closet seemed to be asking for it, you knew the last place he’ll be checking is his room. That would give you ample time to think and plot where to hide next. Although, this would prove to be a bit more challenging because someone else was around to play your usual games. One who was eagerly looking forward to this occurrence, unable to mask his excitement when his brother approved.
“Sweetheart? Where are you?”
Ran drawling out your name caused a chill to run down your spine, back straight against his neatly folded clothes that exuded the comforting scent of the fabric softener that did little to no help. The tiny space slowly suffocating had you regretting choosing the closet as a hiding spot at the lack of legroom and provided low visibility of the room outside. However, it was too late to go out and find another alternative now. Not when your stepfather was actively seeking you out, calling your name in that sickly sweet tone that often spelled trouble.The exact tone he used to lure you into the guest room when your mother was out shopping for groceries, having your legs spread out for him so he could wet his dick because she isn’t the one he loves. Molding your pussy with the shape of his cock while his wife was out shopping for ingredients for dinner on a Saturday night. And you let him do so willingly. To have him bend you to his will and never have you feel the onslaught or an ounce of guilt that should still be present even after her death. That’s what he’s good at, after all.
Ran was good at making you feel the ecstatic emotion of never giving a shit to a point you figured it was alright to sleep with him. Your mother is just in the other room across yours. Shame, shame, shame. You should’ve felt ashamed. It should make you feel like a sicko, not as if you’ve opened the golden gates of heaven and tasting ambrosia directly from his lips whenever you are with him.
What a bad daughter you are for enjoying his games.
“Are you here?”
The door to his bedroom swung open, creaking under the weight of his hand, alerting you of his presence. Holding your breath, your lungs slightly burned at how long you stayed there, barely letting anything out—to keep this game going. It was far too early for him to catch you. Ran loves his little games after all. Without a challenge, his mood was sure to plummet faster than the vase left shattered on the ground the day your mother’s body was found by the couch. Cold and lifeless eyes staring back at you, all so he could keep you by his side at night. The empty side of his bed was warmer with you in it than the oozing crimson tainting the carpet that took so much effort to clean and dispose of. Who would’ve known your stepfather was good at finding the stuff he broke from the shattered porcelain to the carpet online to replace the dirty one?
“Where are you hidin’, pretty thing?” A ghost of a smirk was on his lips, violets searching high and low for any sign of you. Utter silence swept through the area save for your heartbeat banging louder than anything in your ear. But you shouldn’t really underestimate him. Haven’t you learned from the best? Ran was never one you could easily fool, those limpid lavender irises that looked at you with love now staring down at your crouching form with maliciousness. “Found ‘ya, darling.” Pupils darker than the closet you hid from. A squeak escaped your lips at the way he harshly grabbed you by your wrist, ass stinging as it skids on the floor before you stood up with wobbly legs like a newborn fawn about to be devoured by the lions taking refuge in your home.
“N-no, lemme go—”
A cry out of pain shoots up your nerves from the slap he gave your left ass cheek. Lips in a downturn as he dragged you downstairs, cooing whenever you tried to break free from his grip. Eyes widened a fracture at the sight of his younger brother chilling on the couch like he was expecting this. Haitani Rindou, tired from his paperwork, instantly perked up at the sight of you in merely panties and a silk camisole. A grin quick to spread across his handsome face enough to make a woman’s pussy go damp. Those muscles flexed underneath the white shirt he wore, sleeves rolled back exposing those protruding veins running up his hands. The sound of your meek and pathetic cry for Ran to set you free went straight to the two men’s dicks that twitched underneath their slacks. Your cheek pressed hard against Rindou’s bulge, his legs wide open while he grinned at your feeble position. Both of your hands were rendered useless as Ran had them pinned to your back. The tip of his dress shoe nudging your ass up in the air. Whimpering at how it brushed against your clothed damp sex.
“Such a pretty girl, isn’t she, Rin?”
“Yeah, I can see why you kept this a secret for too long,” Rindou grunted, fingers wrapped around your hair to pull your head up to see fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “So cute. Afraid I’ll take her away from ‘ya?”
“Don’t be stupid, Rin,” Ran scoffed, running his palm up to your ass before squeezing the fat there. “You know I didn’t want that hag to find out I was fucking better pussy.”
“You wouldn’t mind if I used her mouth, right? Fuck, why am I even asking when I’ll be tasting more than just this mouth,” Rindou sneered, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, slapping the red angry tip of his cock against your lips. Seeing your defiance, he huffed and pulled at your hair again, eliciting a cry. “Open that mouth, slut. If you know what’s good for ‘ya.”
“N-no—”
“I said, open up. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Being denied didn’t suit them well, you know this for far too long. And even if you memorized the script down to the dot, the brothers’ intentions were always a surprise. Gurgling around the girthy length of Rindou’s cock, your cum filled gummy walls were occupied with Ran’s long one that never fails to hit that delicious spot. Tits bouncing at the harsh pistoning of his hips, pussy folds stinging at every stretch his cock did on your unprepared hole. Sobbing at the tip bullying your uvula, a throaty groan followed by a whine bubbled out of your throat at the sudden intrusion in your other hole. Ass cheeks parted, Ran hissed as he sunk his cock into your puckered hole slowly. Egged on by your desperate pleas muffled by Rindou fucking into your throat. Clit throbbing despite your pussy being empty now. The evidence of Ran fucking and stretching it was the ache and his cum that remained.
“Such a good whore, huh?” Pride swelling in his chest, Ran grinned at the idea of you reducing not only him but his brother too, to such an animalistic state. “Told ‘ya my darlin’ is good. Why do you think I always rush home afterward, huh?”
“F-fuck, she sucks dick so good too—ah…”
“S-shtop, plewse!”
Popping out of your mouth, drool and pre-cum connected your tongue to Rindou’s dick. Lips sore and chin glistening with your spit. Furiously rubbing his cock, Rindou hissed as he spurted his creamy cum onto your surprised face, dripping down your lashes down to your parted lips and chin. A salacious smile on his face caused your heart to skip a beat. Scooping up his semen with his index finger, your stepuncle was quick to shove it down your mouth. The taste is salty and a bit bitter. Even now, they manhandled you to their every whim, back now pressed against Rindou’s inked chest while your ankles dug into Ran’s shoulders, both of their cocks were still pounding into your abused holes. Your juices combined with both of their cum splattered around your cunt, thighs, and ass cheeks. The brothers’ pelvis and the base of their cocks weren’t safe from the sticky substance. Nor was the couch.
High-pitched moans and sobs mingled with the grunts that filled the living room. Loud enough to alert anyone nearby who isn't wise enough to know to leave and mind their own business. It is, after all, a quaint neighborhood that never snooped into the houses’ occupants. And this served Haitani Ran and you well, being able to continue such a taboo relationship even though the bonds have been broken since your mother died. Freely exercising the debauchery of it all.
But what had the blood leaving your cheeks and pushing against your stepfather’s chest was the suggestion he threw into the hazy atmosphere that instantly cleared your mind for a second.
“Think this pretty cunt of hers can take us both, Rin?”
Catching wind of what his older brother is about to do, Rindou fought back the urge to laugh at your appalling reaction before nodding. “Wouldn’t doubt it for a second. Such a filthy slutty pussy she has.” To prove his point, his hand went straight to lightly slap on your clit which had you keening instantly. Gushing around Ran’s length, you swore your vision was starting to double when he tapped on your cheek. Violets staring right into your eyes, hoping you could still understand him. A moment to catch your breaths as Rindou sat up, getting ready himself as his older brother checked on you.
“Remember our safeword, yeah, sweetheart?”
Head slightly dizzy, you blinked a few times. Nodding, you hummed in added response and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. Despite the taste of Rindou’s salty cum on your lips, Ran swore you tasted like strawberries—sweet and tangy. Humming into the kiss, he unwillingly pulled away to which you pouted at the loss of contact. Immediately resuming his role, Ran squished your cheeks together harshly, puckering your lips as he grinned at how vulnerable you are.
“Good.” Pushing you back to lay against Rindou once more, Ran lined up his cock with his brother’s up to your cunt’s entrance. “Now, be an obedient whore and take us in nice and easy for daddy, ‘kay?” The moment that statement left his lips, Ran slid into your pussy once more, lips parting. Hissing at the abrupt penetration, you mewled into the air. “Fuck, still so tight. How's this pussy still squeezing me?”
Once Rindou started squeezing into your stuffed cunt, tears formed and rolled down your eyes at how unpleasant it was the first time. Taking in two cocks wasn't a walk in the park after all, especially when both of them started thrusting at once. Groaning in unison at the way your warm walls hugged their cocks, milking them again for what seemed like the nth time for today. Nails digging into your stepfather’s forearms, a soft whine was what you elicited when their hips started picking up pace. Ecstasy was close to swallowing you up whole in the process at the way they fucked into you like feral bunnies in heat. It wasn’t until Rindou pinched your puffy clit that had your bones rattled, keening, and gushing around both of their cocks. Lungs gasping for air after the draining yet welcomed activity, a stupid smile graced your fucked out face. Beyond satisfied yet ready for more. The flavor of strawberry tingled the brothers’ taste buds as you kissed them both for a job well done.
“Another round, princess?”
Oh, how could you refuse?
“Yes, daddy. Would like that very much.”
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BEFORE DARK
Character/s: serial killer!Haitani Rindou
Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, murder, implied breeding kink, not bonten era, alternate universe, dub-con, unprotected sex, rindou is sick and twisted, and use of pet name. Minors do not interact.
Note: sorry this took so long, uni sucks :( this is the third entry for kinktober and is dedicated to bby cat the cutie @dottores 🫂💖 ily
❖ kinktober ‘22 masterlist | ENTRY #3
Summary: Sometimes the monster under your bed is better than the one sleeping next to you.
WC: 1.4k
It was a dark and stormy afternoon. The sky had been crying since dawn, enough to cause light flooding on the streets outside that were barren of any signs of life due to the horrid weather. In fact, it was too bare for any passerby who wish to feel some sort of comfort from seeing a human being on their way home, cursing at the emptiness of it all. But this downpour came as a blessing to your troubled mind. The sound of raindrops beating endlessly on the roof calmed your raging thoughts as you lay next to the demon who revealed its horns unintentionally last night.
Any sane person would have left him and called the nearest authority to capture him. To bring down any form of judgment on those who kill their own kind. And yet, here you are, watching Rindou lightly snore beside you. His warmth shouldn’t feel so delightful and lulling, let alone be sought after on this cold day. The red you saw often on your moodiest days was nothing compared to the color of his hands that had wrung bodies dry. He shouldn't feel so soothing to be with.
A murderer is never one who respects the value of life, let alone a serial killer who was making the rounds in the neighborhood for any signs of sport to kill.
However, the warm smile that spread across your face once he reached out to you came out naturally. Those strong arms that wrap around you and cage you in—you couldn’t phantom how capable of evil they are. Rindou yawned and nuzzled his chin on your head. He was murmuring something, but you are unable to pick up the words. Your mind was spiraling once more and the guilt in your heart continued to pang as if it were a child unable to forget you stole their candy. Perhaps you shouldn’t be ignoring it as you sink further into his chest until his beating heart could be picked up by your ear. It continued to nag your mortal soul as the hours passed by, weighing in your mind even as you made dinner that evening. The image of the bloody cleaver carelessly placed inside the drawer underneath the kitchen sink haunted your vision. Rindou knew you would see it if he placed it there, so why?
What if he finds out that you knew?
“The vegetables are gonna burn, princess.”
A curse left your lips as you snapped out of your thoughts and proceed to lower the flames unless you wanted dinner to be delayed. Rindou chuckled at your ‘clumsiness’ before he pressed a kiss on the side of your forehead. He whispered his encouragement then left you to your own to go grab a can of beer from the refrigerator. His footsteps were too light and silent for a man who was all muscle. Drops of sweat that rolled down your temple felt ice cold as you listened to him. The biggest question of it all was how you could continue to love and care for such a person when he could easily hurt others. And if he could, who is to say he can’t do the same to you?
Keep it together.
Don’t say a word.
Ignorance is bliss is what they all say. Yet, sometimes the truth always comes up in the most unconventional ways at the most inconvenient time. Of course, your choice of turning a blind eye to it was going to bite you in the ass.
You just had to catch him in the act of trying to hide the body of his latest kill just as you came home from work. The gods may have cast a curse on the area because it was still raining nonstop. Your hair was damp due to running from the bus to the front door. Muddy footprints that did not belong to your heels stained the floor which you followed, ending in you standing in front of the bedroom door. Swallowing hard, you reached for the door knob. Heart roaring in your chest like horses on the race track, fearful of what may greet you on the other side.
The door creaked open before you could even twist the knob. Rindou, who smiled at you, heard you enter the house. His hair was slightly tousled and his clothes had wrinkles on them. A small rust-colored stain sat just below his shoulders. He just killed somebody. Again. Whether he read your ghastly expression or not, your boyfriend instantly pulled you in for a hug.
“Your hair’s wet,” he mumbled after he backed away to rub your head. “Forgot your umbrella again, didn’t you? You should’ve said so, I would’ve fetched you from work.” Rindou’s smile never ceased that there was something unnerving about it. He didn’t leave your side nor leave you to change out of your clothes. He merely sat on the edge of the bed, eyeing you silently. The silence was almost unbearable if it weren’t for the pitter-patter of raindrops on the roof. Yet, as soon as you were in your underwear, his arms immediately wound themselves around your waist. His mouth pressed chaste kisses on your nape. His nose inhaled the faint scent of your perfume, welcoming it like it was a drug he couldn’t get tired of. The second his fingers started to pull your panty down, you knew what he was trying to do.
A distraction.
Your light groans of protest and wish to bathe first fell on deaf ears. Rindou was quick to hush you with a kiss on the lips once he grabbed your chin and turn your face to the side. The sickly sweet taste of him and his growing bulge rubbing against your ass close to overpowering your rational thoughts. This was another song and dance he knew all too well. He rid himself of his loose pants prior to grabbing your hand.
“Want you, princess,” he whispered into your ear. His free hand directed you to squeeze his erect dick. “Can you tell that I missed you so much?”
Without wasting more time, Rindou hauled you to the bed with a wicked grin on his handsome face. Lilac strands covered his devious irises while his hands did more sinful acts that felt more like a blessing by undressing you completely. The way his mouth devour your nipples as soon as they were freed from the cups of your bra was mind-numbing. Rindou’s thick index finger teased your leaking slit, eager to push and part your warm walls. A moan slipped past your quivering lips which he drank in, echoing your sentiment when he rubbed the mushroom tip of his cock against your pussy. He was still wearing that shirt with a bloodstain as he slowly entered your pussy, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. Even as he started thrusting into you, setting a fast pace, he never got rid of it. You refused to touch it, scared that the people he killed will start to materialize and haunt you for not breaking your silence. He must have noticed this, increasing his speed so that it almost knocked the wind out of your lungs. Your grip on the sheets was close to flattering. It was as if it was set up for it to slip past your fingers so you would have no choice but to grab his shirt. Inevitably, you did.
Rindou smirked.
Your screams for your lover to fuck you harder were drowned out by the exact soundproof walls that kept his victims from being heard outside. Your mind turned hazy, tunneling solely on the urge to reach that euphoric high that Rindou give you to notice the police badge on the nightstand. Too caught up on his skillful tongue in your mouth and his cock in your pussy to care about the mattress feeling like it was made out of stone. Your sense of smell was fogged up by Rindou’s own tantalizing scent to catch a whiff of a metallic odor because blood was pooling underneath unknowingly to you.
“Cum, princess. Fuckin’ cum around this cock.”
But not to Rindou. And as he shot his hot cum straight into your womb, he couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of impregnating you as his fresh kill sat crumpled under the bed after stuffing him there hurriedly. He was far too excited to care. Deliberately, he had been waiting for you to walk in after he smashed that stupid cop in the head for snooping around. It went all according to his twisted plan when you showed up on time, terrified of what he had done, and he couldn’t be happier. You were going to become his perfect partner in crime, whether you like it or not.
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BEYOND THE COSMOS
Character/s: alien!Kakucho
Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, reader is a tease, monsterfucking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, kakucho has 2 big 🍆 + a long tongue, doggy, couch sex, dirty talking, cum eating, blowjob/throat fucking, implied marathon sex, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
Note: here is the first entry for kinktober, sorry it’s late... this is dedicated to my sweet bby dawn @lalunanymph 💖
❖ kinktober ‘22 masterlist | ENTRY #1
Summary: Your new neighbor’s dick(s) is out of this world.
WC: 2.8K
Kakucho loves the earth more than most homo sapiens ever could. Compared to the dreary and almost desolate planet he hailed from, the earth was far more interesting and had unique customs that varied wherever he could travel to. Eventually, he was tasked to settle down. And he did, in a quaint house that was minutes away from the park where he normally would jog in the early morning because he learned from an earthling that it is beneficial to their body. Yet, despite acquiring such knowledge, Kakucho could never be a human being nor possess a body that functions the way it would. And this extends to his reproductive parts.
He was never required to have a human mate. No, the only directives he was given upon embarking on this journey were the following: live on earth, explore, study about the species that live on the planet, do not get caught, and go back home if he had gathered enough knowledge. This was his third year on the rocky, terrestrial plant. He may enjoy trying all the food it has to offer, learning the countless languages its habitants speak, and making ‘friends’, but it has been quite a lonely experience for the extraterrestrial. Contrary to the way his human friends think of his kind, or what they like to endearingly call ‘aliens’, Kakucho was not heartless, unemotional nor thought of himself as superior. But due to this stereotype, he found it hard to form long-lasting relationships. He was quite sure he'd stay naive about the way earth dwellers courted one another and how they reproduce… until a certain someone moved into the one-story house next to his.
“Hello! Thought I’d drop by to greet my neighbor,” you cheerily spoke, eyes sparkling under the sunlight that somehow seemed to shine down on your beautiful face. Kakucho was not a stranger to the feeling of love or lust, yet he couldn’t help but curse in his mother tongue under his breath. You were absolutely brimming with life—or charming, as Izana, one of his human friends would simply put it. Raising a brow at the odd language he uttered, you slightly backed up. With a sheepish glance at the attractive man, you weakly laughed. “I-is it a bad time? Do you understand what I just said?”
Kakucho wished he didn’t panic. Clearing his throat, he nodded a bit too vigorously then returned the warm smile you shot him before he felt his own nerves get the best of him. “Y-yeah, of course, I understood. Sorry about that, I was just taken aback. I thought you were here for a different reason—ah, welcome to the neighborhood!” He was sure he sounded lame. According to Izana, humans who were considered lame could never be invited to any special gatherings. He can’t have that, especially when his new neighbor was so pretty that if you ended up hating him, Kakucho doesn’t know how he’ll recover from that.
He might have to move away to get rid of his embarrassment. Or worse, go back to his home planet.
“Ah, it’s alright. And thank you!” The smile on your face returned, which caused relief to sweep over Kakucho. As you introduced yourself and asked for his name, unbeknownst to you, Kakucho was too focused on your lips the entire time. This is good. If he can get you to keep smiling, then maybe he has a chance at—wait a minute, a chance at what exactly? This can’t be what Izana has been laughing at whenever the topic is on the table, right? About love at first sight… Just as Kakucho was formulating his thoughts together and figuring out why he was acting this way, you bid him farewell. Again, he couldn’t help but curse and yet, thank the cosmos for sending such an exquisite human his way after years of merely dipping his toes in the water out of fear of being discovered.
Shit, does he like you?
Most earth dwellers may have a fascination for aliens such as him, however, Kakucho knew better than to outright reveal himself. He has seen those alien movies and he wasn’t impressed. But fuck, how difficult it is to keep pretending that the cat that occasionally visits your house is afraid of him or that the television isn’t working because of the faulty satellite dish and not because of his nature. He can’t also explain why he is so great at crane games just because he could see through the machine’s rigged system. There came a time Kakucho knew you were so close to finding out he was lying about knowing why you were feeling hot and bothered by the confused expression you wore. Perhaps you catching a cold wasn’t the right answer.
“Don’t ‘ya feel hot and bothered whenever you see me, Kakucho?”
Kakucho tries to avoid the chances of you interrogating him. Not that he had any qualms answering questions which he already had a planned response to—like how he got his scar, where he lived, and why he decided to run a small business. Those replies were already given to him by his superiors. An identity he had to embody. He just wished his boss had also prepared responses to whatever inquiries you may throw and ones that seem believable. Kakucho can’t outright say his favorite species was another alien race in the galaxy or that his favorite food to eat was something out of this world.
There were even times he feared his cover would get blown at any day you invite him to your home. He didn’t know what to say when you questioned him if you can walk around naked in your own house. He supposed it was fine. The videos he often sees Izana watching in secret were humans with no clothing on. The giggle you made sent shivers down his spine in fright, scared he answered wrongly, swaying your hips as you walked towards him.
“Kaku, are you sure you want to see me with no clothes on?”
You really got him on edge every time he came over. Despite this, Kakucho didn’t have the heart to get angry or refuse you. He may be breaking the one directive of not getting caught by just spending time with you whenever he can yet he can’t stop.
Fuck, he can’t stop seeing you and basically dancing to your every whim. Kakucho was like a moth attracted to a dangerous blaze. This was bad and he was down horrendously for you. The only thing that was stopping him from confessing that you awakened his primal need to have a mate was his true form. You might run off in terror and that alone will kill him inside. Such uneasiness was raised to uncountable numbers on one fine evening when you pushed him down on the couch, a killer smirk on your lips. The speechless extraterrestrial nearly passed out at the sight of you sitting on his lap and leaning down to kiss his cheek.
Holy shit.
“Kaku, tell me honestly…” you whispered against his cold ear, sensually running your free hand up his cool chiseled chest that the polo shirt couldn’t hide. Kakucho was on high alert, unable to relax his nerves that were all over the place. And yet, he was also hypnotized by the sound of your voice right next to his ear and the warmth of your body. Simply put, he was in a compromising situation. “I know you’re keeping something from me. Not only are you strange, but your body temperature isn’t common—it’s like I’m friends with a dead guy, ‘ya know?” Failing to answer, Kakucho remained silent which prompted you to continue. “Kaku, you and I had our fun times… You can tell me anything. Other than being my neighbor, I’ve considered you as a friend—maybe even more.” At that fact, Kakucho’s mood suddenly picked up. He then stared at you, those mismatched irises you’ve come to love filled with surprise. Kakucho was about to say something along the lines that yes, to some degree he felt the same, when you cut him off with a kiss, one that was brimming with longing. Tongues danced to the tune of ecstasy that Kakucho could feel his dicks twitch and turn hard. His nostrils are able to smell your arousal.
You almost screamed out of pure joy. For months, your mind has been at its wit’s end trying to figure out if Kakucho likes you or if he was just leading you on. Despite his strange actions, you greatly fell for the man and wished he would pay attention to you. It wasn't every day you get to have a hot neighbor and one so cute, too. All your worries left the building the second he was kissing you back, tossing his inhibitions and you did the same. The tension along with the pent-up lust released and found solace with every touch and kiss. Yet, Kakucho had to know. He had to ask you if you were okay with this—loving an alien who had been lying about his existence the whole time… He wished you wouldn't freak out or run. Or perhaps, both.
How will he tell you the truth without doing that?
“Kaku, what's wrong?” you questioned as he pulled away, brows furrowed in deep thought that it scared you. Maybe you were just assuming the whole time and were disgusted by you. Eyes turning glassy, you stayed silent as you waited for any rejection or command to get away from him. What happened was the total opposite of what you imagined. Instead of any form of harsh treatment, Kakucho got up from the couch and started to undress. The heat from in between your thighs traveled up to your face at the mere action. Glorious it was to see his chest and the muscles there flexing as he got rid of his shirt, glistening slightly with sweat. His scent made your knees weak. You were so mesmerized by the little 'show' that you didn't pay any attention to him removing his pants along with his boxers to reveal not just one oddly shaped hard cock that slapped against his toned stomach—there were two.
T-two?
“Sorry, I… wasn't sure how I was gonna tell you this. That I’m… not actually human.” Kakucho swore you froze up for a moment at the confession. He supposed it was a very valid and much-anticipated reaction. Anyone would be too stunned to speak, especially since aliens were ‘nonexistent’ to any realists. Hands gripping his polo, Kakucho waited for your comment, violent reactions—anything that will indicate you finally took in the reality in front of you.
If things do go south real fast, then he will have no choice but to…
“Is… Are these real?” you whispered, catching his attention immediately. His eyes went wide upon seeing you reach out to touch his stiff cocks that were oozing with what seemed to be precum. Kakucho let out a hiss once you wrapped your hand around one, thumb rubbing the tip teasingly. His unattended cock bobbed as the other started leaking more precum once your tongue made contact with the leaky tip. What a vulgar sight it is. Back on Kakucho’s planet, no one would dare to lick or touch it. “Huh, they’re very… sensitive. It makes total sense now. The cold temperature of your body, your lack of knowledge on certain things… But it’s alright. You’re still such a cutie and I like you.”
To see you down on your knees, sucking on what you can, it was no wonder Kakucho wanted to cum right there and then. His breaths were shaky, hands coming down to fist your hair. You couldn’t help but smirk proudly at the feat you just earned. It is already a big deal to suck and have sex with an alien—a handsome one who has two big dicks—yet to have him moan like a virgin was something else.
What a reward this is.
“Lemme—shit, can I take the lead?” Your foreign lover questioned softly, his hand tucking back the stray hairs that hid your face from him. “Don’t want you to—ah, fuck… Don’t wanna tire you.” Of course, how could you say no to his offer? Your addled mind was consumed by lust as your eyes rolled back once the tip hit the back of your throat. Kakucho tested the waters first, slowly thrusting his hips until he settled on a brutal pace that should have bruised your pharynx. Your muffled moans and whines filled the living room along with his ragged breaths. It wasn’t soon before he was spilling his thick globs of semen straight down your esophagus. His loud groan was almost deafening. His other cock came untouched, spurting all over your fucked out expression as you gagged around him. The milky substance ran down your lashes and chin. What set his mind on fire was the possibility of you taking his two dicks successfully in your mouth, but that can wait. You can wait.
Kakucho was bewitched by the sensation and your obscene state. Jaw unhinged and cheeks warm, you slowly swallowed the remaining cum in your mouth then presented your now empty mouth. Flesh ignited by it, Kakucho pulled you up to kiss you squarely on the lips, tasting you and himself. Moaning into the kiss, you maneuvered him around and pushed him once again onto the couch. You wasted no time straddling him, grinding your clothed pussy on his erect cocks, desperate for friction down there. After a couple of kisses and his hands tearing your clothes apart to caress more of your burning flesh, you were now in the nude and pressing his face into your breasts.
“Suck on my tits, please,” you whined. Kakucho instantly agreed and wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples. He supposed it was no use hiding his other ‘otherworldly’ features from you, letting the true length of his tongue slip out and lick around your tit. Your eyes went wide and suddenly chuckled, fingers weaving through his midnight-blue hair. “Fuck, wanna have that tongue down my throat—mhm…” Your mouth felt full, the muscle leaving no place untouched. Every nook and cranny. Drenched with your juices, you parted your wet folds for his eager eyes to behold. “Fuck me, Kaku. Wanna feel that cock of yours inside. Pump me full of your cum, please. Pump me so full like a slut—your slut.”
Whether he had hesitations or not, your alien lover was quick to nod his head and got up. You bent over the couch, hissing as Kakucho slid his long and girthy cock that easily parted your damp cunt. “R-rub my clit, love. Ah…” Your jaw fell slack at the feeling of his fingers drawing circles on your clit as his cock entered, close to losing the strength of your legs. He grunted at how tight and warm you were inside. He could stay inside of you forever and just keep pumping you with his seed. Maybe getting you swollen with his children will be a breakthrough for his expedition and be beneficial to his superiors. Those ideas of his soon faded away into the back of his mind as his hips went with a rapid pace. Your cries for more and for him to fuck you and talk dirty echoed around the house. The salacious noises of skin against skin and his other cock slapping on your ass was a far better visual and auditory experience than those lifeless videos Izana watched. So much better.
“T-tell me, Kaku—ah, ah—do you like my pussy? S-say you do!”
Kakucho groaned.
“P-please, tell me!”
“Yeah—fucking hell, I love it.”
“Good, good… Ah, tell me, do you wanna cum inside me? Gonna knock me up?” Endless curses then poured from your tongue at the image. “Gonna give me children? Gonna make me look pregnant as you fill me up?”
Kakucho echoed your words as best as he can. His left hand cupped one of your tits while the other continued to rub your clit. Your nails dug into the couch’s headrest at the delicious and mind-blowing fuck of your life. Head bobbing and tits bouncing with every hard smack of his hips, you unknowingly came and whined helplessly. Kakucho then followed with a grunt, pumping your cunt with hot strings of cum. If he weren’t holding you, your face would have met the couch. Out of breath, you waited for your spasming to calm down. Kakucho’s mind was in a slight daze. And yet, his other cock was still painfully hard and just waiting to shoot out semen. Before you could even gather your thoughts and ask for him to fuck you again, he was quick to slip his other cock into your abused pussy again. This was going to be a long night, but you didn’t care at all, stupidly smiling as Kakucho began to speed up again, eager to make your wishes come true.
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cake monster
Character/s: shapeshifter!Haruchiyo Sanzu
Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, mentions of attempted murder, hints of infidelity, haruchiyo is ooc + he isn't human, forced breeding/baby trapping, dubcon, fingering, unprotected sex, belly bulging, monsterfucking, haruchiyo threatens reader, mentions of arranged marriage, and pet names used. Minors do not interact.
Note: this fic is for you bby salem @ranilingus 😚💕 my birthday gift
Synopsis: Your husband coming back from the dead was nothing compared to the amount of faces he has worn behind your back.
WC: 2.9k
Discreetly cunning—Sanzu Haruchiyo was not someone you could keep a secret from and even if you tried, he always had a way of knowing. He was a man of few words once he had too many thoughts in his mind. Sometimes, he was brooding. Tucked away in his own world when he had too much to drink, too much to think about. Deep down, you knew you were often far from those thoughts that circled around the organization he was in, Sano Manjiro, and the crimes he had to commit. In the years you’ve known him, he was meticulous in every way. From the way he cleaned the four corners of your shared bedroom to how he wanted his clothes to be folded neatly in the wardrobe, Haruchiyo leaves no stone unturned or a wrinkle in sight. Such a trait was a benefit for his occupation. Leave a trace and one was bound to get caught. He never did get caught no matter how much blood he has already shed behind the scenes. You didn't want to find out either, content on having him come home and pretend he wasn’t the grim reaper walking on earth in human flesh. Whatever Bonten does, you do not care. Whatever Haruchiyo does in that organization, you did not want to know. It was better that way, after all.
The marriage you both entered wasn't something the two of you needed nor asked for in the first place. In the end, no matter how much you wanted to try to keep him by your side and share his burdens, you only shared his last name because of a deal his boss had to close.
And yet, there were times in the dead of night, you wished you did. You wished you did try to get along with him or at least try to understand your husband. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be the sole sore thumb sticking out at your own birthday party. Confused as to why the pink-haired man you’ve called husband even planned to throw a huge party when he always made it his policy that no such celebrations should be held in the privacy of your home because it was far too risky for his would-be-enemies to familiarize. It was always at some fancy restaurant, hotel, or even throwing a party in another country. He never celebrates his birthday at home, and neither did you.
But here you are, dressed in a powdered-blue dress, about to cut the cake for the guests that came at Haruchiyo’s request. Your friends and family, including his co-workers. The smile he wore during the whole event was downright beaming, too good to be true. You figured it was either to keep up appearances—but that wasn’t what Haruchiyo would do. He never was one who liked to fake a smile. If he was angry or annoyed, he’d let you know. Smiling and greeting guests he either shook hands once or never took the time to know almost seemed like watching a doctor remove a shard of glass out of your guts. In short, it was fascinating yet terrifying to watch. Especially after you knew what occurred the past week.
“Do you want another glass of wine, hun?” Haruchiyo grinned, holding up a glass that was filled with the burgundy liquid that you were quite sure has been tainting your system since his return. There was no way you could be hallucinating Haruchiyo into existence these days since he came back from that fatal car accident.
“Y-yeah, sure.”
Your beloved husband was dead. This man standing before you with the sickly sweet smile that stretched those unmistakable diamond scars was not the Sanzu Haruchiyo you married three years ago on a fine June day. Heck, you don’t even know what possessed you to trust this man into your home no matter how much he looks, acts, sounds, or talks like him. There is just no way he could be the same man. Because how on earth could the deceased be brought back to life when said late husband was definitely killed in a car accident you caused?
“Hun, you look… tense. You okay?”
It took everything in you not to flinch from his touch, scared that your act will crumble under the watchful eyes of his colleagues. Could a person tell you were the one who cut the brakes of your husband's car? It wouldn't make sense to those who would find out. Haruchiyo was a meticulous man and never failed to make sure his car was running well. Whether they’d find out, you weren't sure and frankly, you started praying to any deity listening to a sinner they wouldn't. Bonten never found out about your husband's accident. Not a single soul questioned his absence for almost four days since you saw him bleed to death in his destroyed car down the cliff. If they did, you wouldn't be here right now. The universe was definitely mocking you at this moment, laughing at your bewildered expression when he showed up just in time to plan this party you were quite sure you would be spending alone as a widow.
It was if he did not die…
“I’m alright,” you mumbled curtly before leaving his side. Anyone who is wise enough to look twice could probably tell you were not in the mood. You wished you could scream and tell everyone present that Sanzu Haruchiyo was dead. That the man in front of them was an imposter. And that you knew why because you killed him—you made sure of it. “Just a bit tired, that's all.”
So why is he here, alive and well?
His fingers shouldn't be this warm, pressing against your back and the others slipping your panties down. A slice of the birthday cake you bought lay untouched on the coffee table. Remnants of tonight's party came in the form of crumpled and discarded wrappers by the foot of the couch. Your gifts sat beside the dessert he brought with him to question you whether you wanted some or not. When you failed to reply, Haruchiyo was quick to set it down and press on with his inquiry. Needless to say, your stubbornness got you into this mess.
Haruchiyo, in the three years of marriage, rarely touched you. You could count those times with just your hands and even then, he was rarely talkative. Preferring to take and take, never give. Right now, to be under his searing touches and the way his teeth were biting on your left earlobe, was close to a dizzying experience. The wine in your system failed to mask your flustered state as you stammered out for him to stop—that it was getting late and you have work in the morning. But Haruchiyo or whoever this person was, knew you were scared. Afraid to be left alone and vulnerable under his hold. His suspicions were confirmed when you voiced out clearer this time for him to halt his actions and demand why he was alive.
“So, ‘ya kinda knew, huh?” Haruchiyo sighed, pulling away slightly to stare at the ceiling. “And to think I thought everything was going so well… You just had to spoil the surprise, hm?”
“Of course, I knew! Haru… you're my husband,” you whispered the last part, unsure how to proceed. For him to admit that Sanzu Haruchiyo—that he isn't human right at the bat was disconcerting. “W-who are you? What are you?”
“I’m your husband, silly!” the pink-haired creature chuckled, delighted at the way you trembled. “Who else could I be other than Sanzu Haruchiyo? Would you like me to be someone else?” Leaning further against you, his voice morphed into one you recognized that belonged to the older Haitani brother as he whispered teasingly into your ear causing a shiver to rush down your spine at how uncanny it was. The tips of his rosy tinted hair shortened and turned into lilac. Just for a moment, you were in the company of his attractive colleague. But you knew better than to delude yourself, never turning to confirm whether Haruchiyo’s face turned into Ran Haitani. No, you will probably sober up and run once you do because your husband… was not human. “Maybe you’d like me to look like that purple-haired bastard, huh? Ran was eyeing you the entire time… Is he the reason why you killed me? Do you wanna get fucked by him? Is it because you like that man—”
“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid!” you screamed then quivered, slightly taken aback by your own behavior. Haruchiyo barely flinched, his hand still holding you by your hip while the other was gripped tightly around your forearm to keep you from moving away. It all made sense now. Your husband was never human from the start and this served as a bonus to him. No wonder he never gets caught. It’s because it wasn't his face being exposed to those cameras while he did a crime. “In all these years, I’ve never looked at any other man. Haruchiyo… you were the only person I’ve been with even if you never shared the same sentiment. It was only I who fucking cared about this marriage! Do not bring another man into our problems. I… What are you doing? Stop that.”
Glancing at him, you gritted your teeth and glared at Haruchiyo’s actions of stripping your dress off. This time, he has reverted back to his original appearance that of his co-worker. Amused at how easily you cast aside the thought of fucking with a man who shared the same face as Ran for a second. When he paid no attention to your command, you repeated it once more only for your husband to pinch your clit, which elicited a sharp gasp from your lips. Anger bubbled up your throat, ready to yell at him once more until he murmured into your ear.
“Just keep talkin’.”
“W-what—”
“Keep talkin’ or I’m telling everyone how you killed me that night. You don't wanna have Bonten chasing after ‘ya, right? So do me a favor and keep talking—preferably why you decided to kill me,” Haruchiyo stated, tone cold as ice that did not match the way he was pleasuring you. His hands had a mind of their own and they were either parting your pussy folds or rolling your clit. By now, you were a hot mess, trying to muffle the moans that escaped your traitorous mouth. Upon hearing it, those blue irises staring at your expression through the glass window’s reflection narrowed. “I’ve been good to you, ‘ya know? Never hurt you. Never deliberately made you cry. Protected you from those who wanted to harm me—us. Provided you with everything you ever wanted as what your father asked… And this is how you repay your husband? Cutting the breaks and having his car fall off a cliff? Are you sick? Tell me, honey. Why did you try to murder me?”
“W-what good would it be—ah! What good would it be if I told you? You’re not dead,” you hissed, shaking under his tight grip as his fingers penetrated your wet pussy. Ears ignored the way he laughed at the slick coating on his fingers. There was no doubt you were getting aroused. He didn't care whether it was because of him or due to the pent-up frustrations that were caused by the man fingering you. Either way, Haruchiyo was pleased by the lewd reactions that you tried to keep at bay. “A-and no one is gonna believe you. Ah… Who would if I told them my husband died and came back to life again? Your friends won’t. No one will.”
“Doesn’t matter. Whatever I say, goes in the end. Has your pretty dumb mind forgotten I’m the second in command?” He couldn't help but laugh at the way you stiffened. Of course, no one is going to take your word for the truth. Not as long as Haruchiyo is alive and you don't have proof. The elaborate plan you had has gone up in smoke. There is no way anyone will believe you. “Plus, Mikey knows. Do you think I’ll keep such a secret from him? Who do you think he’s gonna believe more, huh? My dumb murderer of a wife? Or his long-time ally?”
“Shut up,” you muttered in a defeated tone, brows pinched. Your vision is obstructed by tears that have yet to fall. “You’ll never understand what I’ve been through all these years… and it’s all your fault—ah, shit! D-don’t—” The rest of your words died down at the tip of your tongue when Haruchiyo continued fingering you, although this time, he was grinding his erection against your ass. His hot breath fanned your ear while he took pleasure at your squirming figure.
“My fault? Honey, what the fuck do you mean, hm?” The sound of his belt buckling and falling to the floor had the blood on your face rush. “Maybe it is. But you can’t just blame it all on me. Tell ‘ya what, lemme remedy that right now. Would that make you happy? Would it be a great birthday gift?”
“W-what do you think—stop, let me go! If you want to divorce me, just do it. Don’t try to take pity on me!” You choked on your next sentence when the tip of his cock went past your ass cheeks and into the entrance of your wet cunt. “W-wait, what are you—”
A short cry escaped your lips at the sudden intrusion, his thick girth spreading your pussy folds apart so the stretch was a bit stinging, yet somehow pleasant. However, you weren't going to tell him that. No, this shouldn't even be happening. You hated your husband for leaving you all alone and never cared to give you his time unless he was asked to. For him to easily make you submit like this…
“Haru, stop—”
“Do you really want me to?” he murmured, the corners of his lips curled up at the moan you made the moment his cock was all the way inside and grazing your cervix. The filthy squelching sounds filtered through the air that it was close to echoing back to you in the four corners of the living room. His hips met your ass at a rapid pace that you choked on your own saliva, digging your fingers into the armrest of the couch. The tears you failed to shed are now rolling down your cheeks in euphoria and a hint of shock at how things have turned out. This wasn’t the way the evening should have played out. It was either you leave and make him promise to sign the divorce papers—or to shoo him out of your life forever. Whatever he was, Sanzu Haruchiyo should not prolong his stay in your life. So why was he fucking you like a crazed animal right now? And what did he mean he’ll remedy your loneliness? “You’re a bitch in heat. Surely you don't want me to stop now, eh? And no, we’re not getting divorced. You’re stuck with me forever. Gonna fucking make sure of that.”
“What are you planning—fuck, right there…” Back arching, you leaned your head onto his shoulder, hoping to steady yourself and not fall forward. “If you think you could—”
“Now, now. Easy, hun,” he whispered, wincing at the tight squeeze your pussy did. It was laughable how you keep telling me to stop, but continue to clench around him as if to milk him dry. “Do you wanna spoil my gift? Be a good girl and just take it. Don’t worry, I’m a hundred and ten percent sure you’re gonna love a baby.” With a smirk on his lips, your husband pulled back until only the tip was touching the damp slit. A gasp was torn out of your mouth at the harsh thrust he did next, his cock bigger and longer that you could feel him in your throat. Speechless at the surprising size, it took a minute and a few more thrusts before you realized your husband's cock had indeed changed. Heavy balls full of fertile cum slapping against your ass that the obscene noise was egging you on to reach for that high, long forgotten was your dislike and the woes you had. A bulge was visible every time he thrust so hard and fast that you were scared it’ll puncture a hole in your tummy. The bastard was intent on having you drunk on his cock—effortlessly pulling out ahs and ohs from your slacked mouth. That was his plan—to knock you up so you’ll stay with him. You knew too much and there was no way Sanzu Haruchiyo is gonna fuck this marriage up because for sure Mikey would question how a simple task such as being your husband wasn't met. “Gonna cum, hun? So soon?”
“F-fuck you! Haru… more, more. Holy shit, make me cum, Haru! Please!” Another gasp followed by a string of curses slipped past your tongue, clamping down on the monstrous dick stretching you out deliciously. All Haruchiyo could do was reach his high and spill out thick semen into your womb, grunting at your tight pussy milking his balls empty. He would not have it any other way. You whined at how you felt full, your hand reaching down to cradle your stomach. Your free hand is clutching onto the couch, legs wobbly. “Ugh… n-no more.”
He pulled out his shrinking cock, a thick white line connecting the tip to your creamed cunt. But instead of walking away or cleaning himself, Haruchiyo began to stroke his length once again, hoping to fuck you for another round. He grinned at your delirious state, your body still quivering at the aftermath of your climax as his cum started to drip down your thighs and onto the dirty floor.
“There. Now, you’ll never be lonely again, wife. Gonna make sure I’ll breed this pussy every day so you better start learning how to take care of children, yeah?”
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pregnancy diaries: teddy bear
summary: the journey of motherhood is never easy from the first morning sickness to when the water suddenly breaks. such precious yet arduous nine months deserve to be recorded for memories.
character/s: bonten!sanzu haruchiyo
warnings: f!reader, mature language, pregnant sex, attempts of sexual assault (not by sanzu), light angst, reader gets anxious a lot, pregnancy, mentions of murder, blood, canon typical violence, mentions of past drug use, sanzu keeps weapons in his house, sanzu tries to be a good husband and father, ooc sanzu (?), lots of fluff, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
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wc: 4.9k
note: this entry is dedicated to bby cat @sanzucide 😚💖
MONTH 0: WEEK 2
My dear baby peanut,
A kind old lady I met at a bakery told me to write down my thoughts about you as you grow in my tummy. She said that you might like to read my journey with you one day and I couldn't help but feel happy at the idea of it. No words can describe how excited your father and I are to see you. I was quite surprised when I found out that you’re here—our precious miracle. I swear by the stars that shine that I’ll protect you as fiercely as I can, even if it is against those who I love for you deserve everything good life has to offer. Please, please stay healthy and well inside there. I’ll do anything for it to stay that way.
I love you, my precious starlight.
Strong arms were wrapped around your trembling body. The same arms that you missed sleeping in last night for your husband went missing once you broke the news to him about your pregnancy. Sanzu Haruchiyo was—still is—a very closed-off individual since you met him. Rarely does he indulge you with his troubled thoughts or those scenarios that bother him enough to stay awake during the late hours. You figured, as his wife, he wouldn’t be so shy about sharing his fears with you.
But when it came to special and sensitive matters, like how you wanted a baby and failed multiple times, your beloved husband was sometimes a lost cause. You couldn’t really blame him for it either, having isolated himself from his own family due to his own personal reasons he dare not say aloud. Still, you couldn’t bare the responsibility alone, scared to death that he might leave you with the baby and decide not to be a part of raising it.
Yet, Haruchiyo wasn’t that cruel to do that to you—his love and the only piece of heaven in a land that reeks of death and betrayal. To do so would be akin to dying.
“Please… Don’t cry, baby. I’m sorry,” Sanzu sighed into your hair, eyes closed in exhaustion and sorrow for the stress he has caused you in the last few hours. He knows he should do more than console you through words. Beg or kneel for your forgiveness. “I’m sorry. Sorry I did that… I’m sorry I made you worry, baby. It won’t happen again. I, uh… I got so overwhelmed at the thought of becoming a father and needed fresh air—”
An angel you were. No one else could compare to your bountiful mercy and love. Normally, anyone in your situation would ask him to go. You were content to cry, two of your clenched fists banged against his chest. It never dealt much damage, unlike the tears that streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed. Haruchiyo really messed up this time. “I-Idiot! Idiot Haru! All you had to do was tell me that! Not disappear on me like that… I was so worried sick—”
“I know, baby. I know.” His arms pulled you close once again, embracing your trembling form as try and steady yourself. Your husband couldn’t help but feel anger towards his actions. He should do better—never make you cry like this again. “I’m sorry… I love you, yeah? Do you know that I love you, mhm? Baby stop crying, what will peanut think if he hears you?” At the cute nickname he gave the baby, you blinked back the tears and glanced up at him in surprise.
“Peanut?”
MONTH 1: WEEK 5
Hello, baby peanut,
Your papa is such a sweet man. You might say it is impossible to see or disagree once you’re older, but he truly is. Today, we went to check how you are and we’re so happy you’re making yourself comfortable inside. Whatever you want to eat, I’ll make sure you can taste it, yeah? Even if it is weird. Plus, your uncle Takeomi asked about you when I visited your papa at work. He might seem like an aloof man but he is good. Your papa says he is better than your uncle at everything but I can’t testify to that. What I do know is that your papa is a hard-working man. He tried to assemble your crib today and it was a funny sight. Don’t tell him that though, okay?
I love you, peanut. Keep growing!
“Are you even sure it’s gonna be a boy?”
Rindou’s question stayed hanging in the air due to Haruchiyo not listening to his colleague. The walls were recently painted in the hue of baby blue by your husband, leading the visitor to question why. Tongue stuck in between his lips, your husband was too caught up in reading the steps written on the flimsy paper about assembling the crib you two bought the other day to pay the younger Haitani any attention. Rindou must’ve realized this and sighed, shaking his head before diverting his gaze at you. You merely laughed at his curious stare.
“It might be. Haruchiyo is quite sure, though. Says he can ‘sense’ it.”
The younger Haitani couldn’t stop the strange expression twisting his handsome face at what that implied. “He… can ‘sense’ it? What the fuck does that even mean? And why name your baby after a nut?” Those purple irises threw your husband a suspicious look, slightly tilting his head to the side. “Are you… on drugs again?”
Concentration snapped into two, Haruchiyo glared at Rindou at the accusing tone. “Hey, what the fuck are you talkin’ about? I’ve been clean for two years. My mind is perfectly working.” His finger reached up to pull down his eyelid and stuck out his tongue. “You’re just jealous I can sense that my baby is gonna be a boy. What’s the matter, Rinny? Having a hard time conceiving boys like Ran? Perhaps you should fuckin’ check if your balls are broken or if it runs in the family.”
You ignored the banter occurring in front of you, content at sitting by the side. Whatever his reasons were for being able to tell his child would be a boy, it is still endearing to hear. And somewhere, deep in your heart, you wished Haruchiyo’s intuition would come true. Your hand reached down to caress your belly, mouth parting as you lightly scold Haruchiyo not to antagonize Ran’s brother any further.
MONTH 2: WEEK 7
My lil’ peanut,
I tried to convince your papa the other day to write an entry in this journal for you. He refused because he was afraid he’d mess it up which I don't think will happen. Your papa has been extra careful lately that sometimes I wonder if he is the one carrying you or me. I can’t blame him, though. You are our miracle baby.
Can you hear him humming at night? I don’t know if listening to Mozart will make you smarter and where your papa heard that tidbit from, but I just hope you like the music if you do hear it. It calms my nerves and fears of what has yet to come.
I can’t wait to have you in my arms, darling.
Tonight's dinner was flushed down the drain while you brushed your teeth. Whether it was because of what you ate or how you have been going around the house nonstop to clean the apartment that made you dizzy, your nausea got too much. Haruchiyo’s tall frame was leaning against the bathroom door’s frame, worry etched on his equally tired features after a whole day of running to and fro for another grand scheme of Bonten. You couldn’t help but furrow your brows slightly. As much as you wanted him to stay and be here with you all the time, it would be quite selfish. And yet, the thought of going into labor without him by your side would be an absolute nightmare. The crime organization didn't really have some sort of paternity leave and you were sure your husband would rather shoot himself than ask Mikey for it.
“You okay?”
Nodding at Haruchiyo’s reflection in the mirror, you then shot him a weak smile. “I’m alright. Just… tired of puking.” In hopes of lifting the solemn mood, you poked your tongue out. “I guess little peanut didn’t like the pasta.” You took an empty cup and filled it with water, about to gargle the last bit of your vomit’s aftertaste until you felt arms wrapping around your torso and a warm chest pressed against your back. Your eyes glanced up to meet Haruchiyo’s gaze through the mirror.
“Peanut should learn not to be picky about his food.”
“I was only kidding, Haru,” you whispered, leaning back on him. “The pregnancy is making me nauseous.”
Nuzzling his chin on your shoulder, your husband laughed softly, the puff of air released was ticklish on your neck. “I know, baby. I know. I just don’t like seeing you vomit since you just ate. I’m worried that you’re gonna get sick or something. Do you wanna order something? That favorite cafe of yours is still open at this hour. How about some cupcakes, mhm? Or maybe you wanna get cheesecake?”
At the mention of sweet desserts, your eyes perked up and a smile spread across your lips. “Sure, not gonna say no to cupcakes. Let me finish gargling then we can order, okay?”
MONTH 3: WEEK 9
My dear peanut,
I have to be honest… I’ve been afraid of what kind of world you’ll be growing up in. It is no secret what your papa does and I am fully aware of the possibilities that may happen in the near future. Your papa has been nothing but kind to me. He may have his ups and downs, yet that is part of being human. The people he has to deal with, on the other hand, are not so good…
Still, I swear that I’ll keep you safe. Your papa and I will keep you away from harm's way as best as we could. It may sound pointless, but as long as I live and you cannot defend yourself, I will always protect you.
I love you so much, my sweet peanut.
Iron. The smell of blood wasn’t overpowering yet it somehow invaded and assaulted your nostrils. But the scent akin to rust was not the most overwhelming thing to experience at this very moment. Fists meeting the pervert’s face with a sickening crack and the crimson liquid dripping from the man’s lips were nothing compared to the murderous look painted across your husband’s face. His heart that was hammering earlier out of worry and fear was not beating to the thunderous tune of rage and vengeance. He can’t believe someone really tried to touch his pregnant wife on his own turf, much less a nobody who was only thinking with his dick. All you could do was heave a heavy sigh and continue to look away as the man’s limp body was dragged out of the room.
The new recruit, whatever possessed him to try and touch a Bonten member’s wife, was surely regretting it now—wherever his pathetic soul is. Frankly, neither you nor Sanzu cared.
Haruchiyo never noticed your form shivering until he embraced you, his lips in a grim line while he inhaled your familiar scent he got so used to waking up that it would be torture to never be able to smell it again. Any bastard who tries to harm you and his son should be prepared to receive his undiluted wrath. That man was just an example of what he can do and a glimpse of what he can do more if anyone would be stupid enough to mess with him.
“You’re okay, baby. I’m here. No one will try to fuckin’ touch you again.”
“T-that fucker…”
You supposed you were as insane as him at this point—any mother would probably result to the same way of thinking after going through this. Images of the man burning and wailing in agony filled your mind while you clung to Haruchiyo. The unwanted touching and disgusting words that were thrown at you weren’t the horrifying part of this whole ordeal. Compared to that, the insults he hurled at you the second he saw you were pregnant made you sick. The ride to your husband’s office for a simple desire to eat lunch with Haruchiyo with that creep was a long one that was filled with suffering until those metal doors opened. The heavens definitely answered your prayers when Haruchiyo was waiting for you by the elevator, hoping to welcome you with arms open only to see you trying to push away the sicko. The rest was history.
“H-Haru, it happened so fast and I was so scared—”
“Shh, I got you. He won’t hurt you anymore,” he whispered into your hair. “Remember? I’ll always keep you and peanut safe. Nothing will harm you or the baby, okay? I’m sorry you had to experience that, baby… I’ll cut off those filthy hands and burn them. Would you like to see that, babe?”
MONTH 4: WEEK 15
My darlin’ peanut,
Your papa is ecstatic. I supposed anyone will be once the baby’s gender is revealed but your papa is beyond that. He has been busy buzzing around buying you baby clothes and toys. And yet, when I asked him if he wanted to reveal the gender to his friends… I guess I can’t go into detail about what he actually said to me. However, it goes along the lines of wanting to keep it to himself for now.
The doctor was smiling weakly the entire time we listened to your heartbeat because your papa was glaring at him until the sound of your beating heart echoed around the room. I admit I shed a few tears. Some mothers had the idea of keeping the sonogram pictures of their babies in their wallets for good luck. I’ve asked yours to be printed a lot because I know I’ll be placing them all over the house. You’ve grown quite big, peanut.
I can’t wait to see you soon, love.
Haruchiyo couldn’t stop grinning. Even when he was in the same room as Mikey and the other members of Bonten, he had to hide the curl of his lips with his hand so Ran or Rindou wouldn’t tease him. However, he can’t help it. Soon, his good mood was news to the entire staff in the building. Those who knew him well were aware of your pregnancy and weren’t all that surprised. The people who didn’t, on the other hand, were living in total fear that Bonten’s number two may have lost his mind and could go on a killing spree when provoked.
“Are you gonna tell them tomorrow?” you questioned softly. Upon hearing no reply from your husband, you glanced in the direction of pink and stifled a giggle at the sight. Sanzu Haruchiyo, the fierce second in command of Bonten who has slitted far more throats and is known for being the most ruthless one, was giggling softly at the photo of his baby’s sonogram. To say Haruchiyo was ecstatic over the confirmation that his baby was a boy isn’t enough to be a description.
He’s fucking over the moon.
“Babe?”
“Yeah?” Haruchiyo still couldn’t put down the photo, his eyes clear as day while staring at the black and white photo. He can’t take his eyes off of it. Did he and you really make such a cute baby? Haruchiyo couldn’t believe he was going to be a dad in a few more months. Will the baby look like you? Or him? Your husband’s lips stretched even more at the thought. “What is it?”
Adoring the scene, you turned back to the sizzling meal you were making for two. It will be for three in a couple of months. You couldn’t wait for that day, smiling at what that meant.
“Nothing, babe.”
MONTH 5: WEEK 18
My baby peanut,
Your room is ready and filled to the brim with things you might need. It’s almost as if you’re already here. Your papa said that if you’re not a good boy, he’ll take away all your toys and exchange them for boring posters compelling nutrition posters to encourage you to eat vegetables. He’s very funny.
The other day, we were looking to buy strollers and your very own car seat. I’m too embarrassed to go back to the store after weeping at the sight of those cute items. Your papa merely laughed so I hit him on the back for doing so. Peanut, whenever a lady cries or feels sad, comfort her. Okay?
Love you!
“Are you still mad?” Haruchiyo slightly winced at the cold expression you shot at him, instantly regretting his actions earlier. Silly as it may be, he knew your irritation was amplified due to the hormones and shouldn’t be messed with. You normally would have laughed when he teased you, but today wasn’t like those days. His hand reaching out to you was ignored when you brushed past him in the direction of the bathroom. Scratching his chin, your husband tailed behind you akin to a lost puppy while a stream of apologies ran out of his mouth. To shut the door on his face would be too harsh so you spun to face him before entering, surprising him a bit. To tease your husband, however, was another story.
“Haru, I have to be frank,” you muttered, putting on the best face you can that could be the epitome of disappointment. “I may take this as good fun, but for you to merely laugh at me earlier… it hurt my feelings.” Hands reaching up to cover your eyes that were void of tears, you could tell Haruchiyo was starting to panic. He did vow he will never make you cry again or be the reason for the waterworks. Especially now that you were experiencing mood swings due to the pregnancy. For him to see you start showing signs of weeping had your husband at the tip of his toes, hoping for you to forgive him. The last thing he wanted was to sleep on the cold couch tonight.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would make you feel sad—look, if it makes you feel better, I can buy you anything. Or maybe a massage? Do you want a massage? I’ll massage your feet and back, plus do all the dishes this month. Please—” he paused in his ramble the second the first laugh slipped past your lips. It wasn’t soon before Haruchiyo figured out you were messing with him, crossing his arms across his chest while observing you laugh with your arms around your tummy. He couldn’t believe he fell for your tricks. You didn’t even notice him leaving until you heard the door to your bedroom closed shut.
“Haru? Come on, I was just kiddin’! You were laughing at me earlier and I couldn’t help but tease you. I love you, okay?”
MONTH 6: WEEK 23
Darling peanut,
You are growing bigger and stronger inside that I can’t help but cry. The doctor said I might feel you kicking soon and your papa is looking forward to it. It still amazes me that you’ll be coming out soon and I’ll be meeting you.
I saw a shooting star the other day. Your papa was already snoring on the couch to see it while we were in the middle of watching an old film and I was slightly bored. I wished for you to come out healthy. That is all I want.
Haruchiyo took a clean towel from the nightstand to wipe off the sweat dripping down your forehead, unable to take his eyes off of your belly and the undeniable glow your face had. His free hand even refused to move from its spot on the obvious bump, rubbing on it softly. His cock twitched at the idea of getting you pregnant again, which did not go unnoticed by you since he was still inside your creamed pussy after sex. Gentle and slightly afraid he’ll hurt the baby, your husband has been nothing but the sweetest. Even after marriage, Haruchiyo was still doting. Fears of him leaving you for another woman and giving up on the relationship did haunt you all those years where nothing significant happened. Perhaps it’s human to think that way.
Your husband did not understand why you had such thoughts, kissing every worry away from your face so soothingly as if he didn’t just paint your gummy walls white that it oozed out the moment his flaccid cock slipped out of your pussy with a small pop. He was mesmerized at the lewd sight that his cock was twitching, growing hard once again. You felt it too, groaning at how eager he is. Haruchiyo was sheepish.
“Sorry, I can’t get enough of you, baby.”
“Haru, I’m tired…”
“You sure you’re not up for another round?” he mumbled into your ear, slowly grinding his cock now half-mast against your thigh. “You tend to get needy whenever I’m just about to fall asleep.” When you shook your head, he pouted. “I’m not gonna offer the same thing once we’re finished bathing even if you ask me nicely, pretty.”
Playfully glaring at him, you lightly scoffed. “Really? How sure are you?” Not waiting for a response, you got up and sauntered over to the bathroom while making sure not to hide the way his semen ran down your legs. You gave your entranced husband a glance and cheekily gestured for him to follow you. Damn your depleted energy, teasing him is always a fun challenge. “You’re not opposed to washing my back without touching me down there, right?”
MONTH 7: WEEK 26
My adorable peanut,
I hope you are well. Sometimes I get surprised whenever I feel you kick, especially when I eat. Your papa said it is silly to worry that you might be kicking a lot during meals because you didn’t like the taste of them. I can’t help but wonder about it.
Whenever you kick, your adorable papa comes running to check. He’s like a puppy, but don’t tell him that. He might worry his colleagues will think the same way. I’m just confident in writing it down here ‘cause I know he doesn’t read what I write here. Something about privacy and that this journal should be read by you. He really cares about you, peanut.
We both love you so much, baby.
“Do you think we should babyproof that room?”
Haruchiyo glanced up from polishing his katana, his eyes following your line of gaze to the one room where he kept all his guns and other dangerous things. At your suggestion, your husband couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“Come on, babe. There’s no way an infant could even enter there. I keep it locked at all times, ‘ya know? Besides, once he does grow older, we’ll move to a bigger place. I’d want one with three bathrooms.”
The talks of moving once you had a kid were not strange to this household. Even back then when you were still struggling with conceiving, Haruchiyo was already open to moving out of the apartment once the kid was big enough. There wasn’t anything wrong with the current apartment, but you do wish to have more space for the child and that it was nearby a school. However, there was his job at Bonten to consider. Moving out meant he would be further away from headquarters and that might not suit well with him.
“You sure? I mean, about moving.”
Haruchiyo was back to polishing the blade, nodding at your words. “Yeah, it’s totally fine, babe. We can’t stay in this apartment forever, plus there are better apartments or penthouses out there where peanut can run around freely. If you don’t wanna live in a building, we can always get a house. It’s no big deal.” Hearing no response from you, his attention shifted to your form, and raised a brow. “What? Did… I say something wrong?”
“No, nothing wrong. Do you think peanut is gonna be such an active kid?” The grin on your face never faltered as you listened to Haruchiyo ramble away on how his son would probably be a menace if he had too much sugar.
MONTH 8: WEEK 30
Hi sweet peanut,
You’re definitely not as small as a peanut now, that’s for sure. You’ve grown so much that it is making me a bit emotional. I often hear mothers saying that children grow so fast that if you don’t look hard enough, you’ll never notice it. I’m a bit terrified that I might do something wrong, specifically in raising you. Reading books and watching videos on motherhood sometimes call me down, but experience always varies.
I don’t know about your papa and his fears. All I do know is that he might be sharing the same thoughts as I am. We both have never tried raising a kid before and taking care of someone else’s is a different thing. I just hope the two of us manage to pull it off and be the best parents we can be for you.
I love you so, so much.
Haruchiyo sighed. This was the fifth time this week that you couldn’t stop fussing around. He knew it was because the due date is dawning nearer and nearer as the weeks go by, but he was worried you might burn a hole on the carpet with your pacing. Ever since you started experiencing Braxton Hicks, you couldn’t help but grow anxious. No matter how many times he had consoled you, that these were normal as the doctor said, you can’t help but feel scared. Scared that something will go wrong.
“Baby, please sit down. It’ll be much better for you to just relax, yeah?” he said, reaching up to stop you in your tracks before pulling you down to sit next to him. Thankfully, you complied but the concern for your son was still swirling in your mind. “Hey, look at me, babe. Babe.”
“Y-yeah?” you mumbled, meeting his eyes immediately. The television playing in the background white noise in your march of apprehension that lasted much longer than the previous ones. Your gaze was then blocked by a shock of pink, your husband hugging you. “Haru, what—”
“I hate seeing you like this. Makes me feel fucking weak, to be honest.” Haruchiyo whispered, his hand running soothing circles on your back while the other was on your huge belly. Just as you were about to ask him why when he beat you to it. “I don’t know how to make you feel better. I’m not the pregnant one here, yet I understand why you’re so worried. Still, we should have fate on little peanut, yeah? And you should listen to your doctor. You should be relaxing—no, you should be resting a lot. I’ll do everything now, okay? I’m sure Mikey won’t mind me being absent. Let me do this, okay? Let me take care of you and tell me about your problems. I won’t laugh at you.”
“Haru…” As if his words were some spell, you relaxed into his chest. Eyes shut, you took in deep breaths before nodding. “Alright, yeah… I’m sorry for worrying you. Didn’t mean to make you feel this way…”
“Don’t apologize, baby. We did promise to do this together.”
MONTH 9: WEEK 39
My peanut,
This is your papa. You will probably notice due to the change of font. Your mama wanted me to write something here. I don’t know why but writing something in this journal seems… weird. Don’t get your papa wrong, but I’m used to reading the entries than writing on them. My curiosity gets the better of me so don’t tell your mama I’ve read most of what she wrote her. Ugh, it’s probably pointless ‘cause I’m sure she’ll see this. Anyway, it has been a long journey of keeping you and your mama safe. I won’t trade those days, good or bad, for anything. Your uncle and cousins are looking forward to seeing you, too. Don’t let them intimidate you.
Very excited to see you, little man. Come out soon, but not too soon, okay? Be kind to your mama.
Takeomi left the room, giving you and Haruchiyo privacy after saying hello to your bouncing baby boy now sleeping soundly in his father’s arms. The solemnity of the space lifted the moment Haruchiyo entered the room, sweat evident in his temples at the long hours he waited outside during your delivery. Hearing your muffled screams brought him on edge, wondering what was happening behind closed doors and whether peanut was alright. When the wait was over, he immediately rushed to where you and his son were. Takeomi followed behind with a small smile. It was a miracle his younger brother agreed to see the new addition to the family, although he was suspecting it was because of you.
“He’s so tiny,” your husband whispered, gently rocking the baby. “Look at his cute fucking nose and those cheeks—we should make more babies. I wanna give peanut a sister.” Ignoring the way you let out a sigh and mutter that giving birth wasn’t easy, Haruchiyo continued to coo at the baby. The smile on his face matched yours, happier than the first day you discovered you were having his baby. The teddy bear Takeomi bought as a gift sat on top of the hospital’s bedside cabinet, mirroring the unexplainable joy on both of your faces.
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