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emissaire · 2 years

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misplaced trust ⇝ h. sanzu x reader

warnings/includes: mdni, dc, nsfw, kidnapping, gaslighting, manipulation, amnesia, fox hybrid! sanzu, yandere themes, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, all characters are adults

notes: this is my entry for pat's hybrid-themed collab! i seriously had so much fun writing this one. tysm, bby @manjiroscum for inviting me to join this collab! 💗

Before everything, here's some facts about hybrid! Sanzu's past:

⸙. Haruchiyo never met his father, only knowing that he's lurking deep into the mountains in his kitsune form or luring unsuspecting women in his lair to take advantage of them.

⸙. One of those women was his mother who left as soon as he was out of her womb, leaving him to fend for himself.

⸙. No one in his mother's village was willing to take in a hybrid, labeling him as the bastard son of the evil kitsune.

⸙. He inherited some of his father's abilities such as being able to shape-shift, he's also gifted with an immortal life.

You don't know what went into your head when you decided to venture outside and deeper into the forest in the dead of the night. It's not like you're adventurous or anything, you hate the nagging feeling that creeps on the tips of your fingers because of the unknown but something about the pale gleam of the moon made you want to see what's out here or rather, who's out here.

Pale complexion, tall frame and long silver hair that flows with the wind like an ocean wave– you've seen glimpses of him a couple of times. You've witnessed him dance so elegantly in his intricate silver robes as if he was floating in the air, his figure so light and enchanting it makes you want to dance with him.

As you walk further into the forest, you feel a sudden shift in the air, it's no longer cold and biting at the skin and is replaced by a warm breeze, like someone is caressing your cheek and enveloping your body in an embrace.

"You're here." You say to no one in particular. The tingle on your spine is so prominent, no doubt from the anticipation of what's to come. Will he show himself? Will he talk to you?

A soft breeze blows past your cheek, making you close your eyes to savor the feeling. So soothing, so welcoming but it was gone as soon as it came. A fleeting moment.

"You're here too." The voice, it's so calming it makes you swoon, makes you want to close your eyes and sleep like a newborn.

"Please let me see you." Along with your plea, you look around in hopes of seeing at least the familiar blurry figure of him. He would look so beautiful under the moon, no doubt.

He sounds so teasing when he responds, the mirth in his voice evident as if he is smiling. Silly little human. Do you even know what you're talking to? "If you see me, you're bound to me."

"Then… then take me." Bold. Rash. Impulsive. Those have always been connected to your name back in your village. The reckless girl who dives in without a second thought but of course, you are always quick to deny them. Now, you're aware that you've proven just how thoughtless you are in some situations, but you can't find it in you to care. You have to see him. You need to see him.

You feel him before your eyes can even glance at the vast space of the forest in hopes of seeing him. Hot breath fanning your cheek, his large hand over your hip bone and the warmth from his chest spreading over your back– he's behind you. The intimate position you're both in makes your cheeks burn. You've never had someone this close to you before.

"Then you're mine."

You sit awake with a gasp, hand clutching your chest as your heart pounds rapidly. It's been a week since you started having the same dream over and over again, and every time you open your eyes, there's this sudden urge to run away… but why?

"My love." Haruchiyo, your husband, sits up on the bed as well, his hand caressing your back in the same, eerily pattern as the man in your dreams had. You don't know how you can tell, dreams are not supposed to be so realistic. Instead of bringing comfort to you, your husband's touch burns at your skin, making you flinch.

"It's going to be alright, darling. I'm here." He reassures you, his deep voice lulling you back to sleep and in his arms. The up and down movements of his chest help to stabilize your nerves again until your breath evens out and you're knocked out cold once again.

Within the comforting embrace of another sleep, you don't notice how Haruchiyo's eyes flash a mysterious golden hue.

"I'll be back before dinner. Remember what I told you?" Your husband coos softly, a small doting smile present on his lips as he waits for your response.

"Don't ever come out because it's not safe." You recite his words back to him. This is how each morning goes, he would go out and do some business and he'd remind you to never step foot outside of the house.

You never questioned him. You trust him with all your heart… like you were conditioned to do and follow what he says without so much as a complaint. He knows what's good for you after all.

"Good, my darling," The satisfied tone in his voice makes you smile happily, "Now, I'll get going. See you later." With that, he presses a quick kiss on your lips and then he's out the door of your home.

As usual, the looming loneliness visits you again. You wish he didn't have to go and leave you all by yourself even if it's only for a few hours. This feeling, it's new to you. Despite not having the memories of your life before you met him, you know that you're not the type to depend on someone so much.

In the midst of your musings, you don't even notice how your husband's figure disappeared from your line of sight as if he was never even there in the first place.

I want to go home.

The thought makes you freeze for a second, a sudden whiplash of emotions hitting you abruptly. What's going on? Why do I feel like this? You sniffle, shaky hands brushing away the unwarranted tears painting your cheeks. I am home, what does that even mean?

You heave a deep breath, willing to calm yourself down and make sense of what is happening to you at the moment. Sure, sometimes you're reminded of what your life once was every now and then but Haruchiyo was always with you during those moments. He would brush away your tears and tell you that it doesn't matter. As long as he's with you, you don't have to worry about your past.

"I'm home." He greets by the door, patting his clothes off of any dirt as he looks around the house in search of you. He spots you standing in the hallway near the kitchen, the usual floral mittens over your hands as you carry a small pot of what smells like a curry. There's an adoring smile on your lips as you welcome him home.

"Smells great." He says, striding deeper into the house with an excited smile over his face. The iconic scars at the corners of his lips are stretched so beautifully it makes you want to reach out and give them each a peck. You place the pot on the table, ready to greet him sweetly when he opens his arms for you until your eyes land on the hanafuda insignia inked on his forearm.

Now, you've seen this tattoo on his skin a million times already but something feels oddly different about this time. It's like you've seen it somewhere before etched on something… on a cloth? On a silk robe… a majestic silver robe worn by a frosty white haired male, dancing around the forest without a care in the world.

"Darling?" Haruchiyo's warm hands lead you away from your scattered thoughts as he wraps his arms around your waist and cups your sides.

As you look up at him, he can sense the confusion within your eyes, the way your pupils shake and your lips tremble as you search for something on his face are the indication. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Haru," you speak, voice above a whisper and sounding so terrified, "How did I meet you?"

Oh.

"What do you mean?" There's a hard look on his face but he hides it by hugging you closer to him, tucking your head into his neck as he strokes your back in faux comfort.

"I'm certain I followed you in the forest." You murmur, gripping the costly fabric of his yukata in your shaking hands.

"You're remembering it wrong. You must still be confused, huh?" The velvet sound of his voice manages to calm you down. "Your family abandoned you, my love. I took you in."

"No, Haruchiyo. They would never do that." You softly sniffle, burying your face deeper into his warmth to seek comfort. You feel so… weird. He feels so weird. In a way that makes you want to run away but then again, he's the only one you have. He's the only one who can offer you comfort.

"And how are you so sure of that?" This time, he pulls back so he can look at you. His face lacks any emotions as he studies the weary tears falling from your eyes. "You can barely remember what happened to you before you woke up," So cold, "You think I'm lying to you." So distant.

Your husband slithers his arms away from you, attempting to walk out of the kitchen. Seeing him leave makes you panic, your mind internally berating yourself for upsetting the only person who cares for you. "Haru, please! Don't leave, I'm sorry!" You desperately cry, forehead pressed on his warm back as you hug him.

For a second, he doesn't say anything. He only stands there and in your eyes, it's as if he's contemplating what to do with you but he knows just what he's doing. He's got you right where he wants you to be.

Sighing, he turns back around with your arms still clinging to him desperately. His face is crumpled into a crestfallen look, not even meeting your eyes. "You're hurting me, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry, Haru. I-I know you're not lying to me, it's just… my dreams are starting to get to me and-" He doesn't wait for you to say anything as he presses his lips against yours, one strong arm lifting you up so he doesn't have to bend down just to kiss you.

He can taste your salty tears on his tongue and he savors it to heart, relishes in your broken but subsiding sobs. With a soft pat on his chest, he ends the kiss with one last peck to give you air before uttering the words that make your heart swell. "I forgive you."

Haruchiyo is on edge. Lately, you've been seeing glimpses of your memories and it's making him restless. Just what is he doing wrong that your past insists on haunting him? It's not like he forcibly took you away, you've given him consent to own you. Surely, the binding is as strong as it should be.

He had been alone for decades, no one to come home to for so long that he grasped the nearest opportunity of finding solace in your arms. The last wife he had left him for someone else after finding out about his true identity. It's not his fault for being born a hybrid yet she still betrayed him. Stabbed him in the back just like his mother did and every other woman in his life. He does not take kindly to traitors so he did what he had to do: eliminated them out of his life and disposed of them as if they were mere pests in his life.

Haruchiyo loves you and he doesn't want the same fate to befall on you. That's why he's going to make sure that you will stay by his side no matter what because that's what good wives like you should do.

"Look at me, darling. Tell me you'll never leave me." Your husband moans next to your ear, his scarred lips grazing your skin and making you shudder with each deep thrust of his heavy cock into your pretty little cunt.

"I-I'll never leave you!" You proclaim, nails scratching his back and leaving stinging sensations on his skin but he doesn't stop with his ministrations, too deep in the heat of your bodies.

You're starting to slip, close to losing your mind and giving away the last bit of your sanity to the man you're promised to. You will never leave him. You can never leave him. With how much you've become reliant on Haruchiyo, the thought of even depending on yourself is scary. It's like you're going to lose bearings and one wrong move, you're nothing but a lost person with no name… no identity. He gives you so much security, he builds everything that you are and without him, you're empty.

"You have no one else but me, you know that." He groans, his wild eyes losing its azure tint and is replaced by the glimmering gold, staring down at you with a sneer.

You sob, nodding along to his words as your hands blindly reach out to him but he laughs at the sight, relishing in your pathetic cries and your attempt to hold him close. Breathtaking. There's nothing more beautiful than the sight of your tear stricken face as your mind slowly breaks, soul chipping away from his cruelty.

"God- Haruuu!" Your moans have become drawn as you release around his thick girth, walls pulsing in intervals and sensitivity as he rubs your clit relentlessly.

The hybrid smirks, satisfaction seeping through his bones. "That's right, sweetheart. I'm your god." His velvet voice makes your heart bloom and your pussy to clench even more. This makes him growl, throwing his head back as he reaches his own high, hips never faltering from assaulting your sensitive heat.

Ropes of thick liquid spurts out of his cock, ejaculating inside your pussy and painting your walls with his seed. Only when he's satisfied does he stop the erratic movements of his hips before leaning down to capture your lips.

He's engraved on your lips, tattooed on your mind and latched within your soul. You're one with him, there's no denying that now, especially when he pulls out and his warm cum drips out of your pussy, staining your skin.

"I love you, Haru." You whisper when the both of you pull back from each other, eyes closed with a small smile on your lips.

This is your home. This is your life now.

"I love you, sweetheart. I love you so much." He relents before pressing another kiss on your lips and on your sweaty forehead.

Within his arms, you seek for the warmth and love he willingly gives you and with a satiated glint in his eyes, he allows himself to rest easy. After all, you will never leave him. You can never leave him. He's got you right where he wants you to be.

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s-shinichirosgf · 2 years

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Hungry (for your love)

ft. inui

cw. wolf hybrid!inui, f!reader, soft dom!reader for most of it, jealousy, possessiveness, nicknames (puppy, pretty, good boy, human), handjob, voyeurism and exhibitionism (kinda), unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), knotting, breeding, cervix fucking.

an. this is for @manjiroscum hybrid collab! I finally found the time to finish it! it’s my first time writing for inupi and for an hybrid au so i was a bit worried but i had a lot of fun with it, so i hope you all enjoy it!

tagged. @kazuwhora @s-nzu

minors do not interact (18+)

As you stared at Seishu’s retreating back, tail betraying his anger with sharp swishes, you could faintly hear your friends’ concerned tones as they called out to you. You turned to meet their worried gazes, heart a bit heavy when you made note of Emma’s ears tightly pulled back against her head. Promising yourself to make it up to them later, you hastily bowed, a quick apology leaving your lips, and rushed after your hybrid. You knew where he was going and you knew that he would be fine on his own, but you couldn’t let yourself let him get away after seeing him like that without knowing the reason why. You could tell he knew you were chasing after him, ears perking in recognition of your quick footsteps, and you allowed yourself just a bit of relief when you noticed he slowed down his pace to let you catch up.

Neither of you said anything on your walk back, the only sounds accompanying you two were those of the cool evening breeze that rustled the leaves and the soles of both of your platform shoes against the sidewalk. Your hand tightened on the strap of your bag as you tried to pinpoint what had set him off. Seishu was not an aggressive hybrid; well, not unprompted.

You had met Seishu while you were volunteering at a hybrid center one of your friends worked at. He came across as quiet and weary, not really paying anyone any mind, whether it were a caretaker or another hybrid that tried to approach him. To everyone’s surprise, things started to change some time after you came in. You were the first person he opened up to after he had been rescued, with him actually giving you more than the curt and simple answers he tended to favor, asking questions of his own and even seeking you out when you were in other parts of the facility. At first ou hadn't been sure why, but later on he had confessed it had made him happy that you didn’t treat him like he was broken beyond repair; your eyes weren’t tinted with pity when you looked at the scar that “marred” his otherwise unblemished skin. In your eyes, he was no different than anyone else, and he himself had grown fond of the little stories you would share with him as you took care of the things in his room or in the garden.

It was easy to see how fond he grew of you over time; it was there in the way he let you into his space, in how he didn’t flinch when your hand brushed against his, in his smile, the small, barely there smile that he seemed to reserve only for you. And the more he opened up to you, the more your own fondness grew for the blond wolf — the more your heart sang and leaped each time you saw him. So really, taking him home with you was a no-brainer, the tedious paperwork was more than worth it after you had seen the stunned and hopeful stare he graced you with after you brought up the idea to him.

Which is why, as you watched him storm up the stairs, feet heavy and fists clenched, the frown between your eyebrows deepened. You followed behind, and after the door clicked in place, silence permeated the air, a stifling force that pressed down on both of you as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“What was that?” you broke first, the crease in your brow all the more present as your hand found its place in your hip.

“Nothing,” his voice was clipped, but you weren't stupid, you could see the agitation he tried and failed to hide in his tense shoulders, and in the twitch of his ears and tail. For that, you strode forward until you came to a stop in front of him, hand reaching up to grab his chin. Then, you repeated your words, “What was that?”

Your grip was firm but not bruising, and he could have easily shaken you off if he’d wanted to. But he didn’t.

“...the girl who jumped on you,” he finally answered in a low tone.

The confusion was clear in your face. “Emma? It just wanted a hug, Seishu.”

He averted his eyes, glare now boring a hole into the ground as he fought with himself to bring out the words stuck in the back in his throat. Your grip tightened ever so slightly and you felt him sag against your touch, eyes closing as he shook his head; the words finally spilled out “....she was all over you,” he started. “Even now, I can still smell her on your skin and it’s just-,” he stopped himself short, hands clenching and eyes still refusing to meet yours.

Unbeknown to him, your own eyes softened, even as your touch stayed, thumb now softly caressing his skin. "They're my friends, Seishu, if you had just let me-"

"But you're mine!" he growled out, green eyes snapping forward. Seeing his dilated pupils and his fluffy tail swishing sharply, it finally clicks in your head.

You had been incredibly busy that week, swamped with work and barely having time to think, but now you remembered that very crucial detail that explained everything that had just happened: Seishu's rut was approaching. It was still a week away, but his pre-rut always left your usually calm hybrid in a much more territorial and, for lack of a better word, needy state. However, this kind of response was still surprising—Seishu was pretty reserved, a habit he had kept even after he started living with you. Seeing him so upset towards a hybrid that had not been in any way aggressive towards you was something he would never do upfront. In a way, it warmed your heart; indirectly, this showed how much he had opened up to you, not afraid to let you know how he was really feeling. Your muddled brain and the excitement of seeing Hina and Emma again after so long had made you overlook this, not realizing how your actions would have affected him.

With a small sigh and a light shake of your head, you brought his head closer. His impassive stare shone when you did, pliant as you finally pressed a soft peck against his pink lips.

“Of course,” you whispered against his mouth, half-lidded eyes boring into his. “And you’re mine, too. Only you, my good little puppy, right?” you cooed with a teasing tilt to your tone.

His tail wagged excitedly in response as he chased down your own lips, desperate hands now grabbing at your waist the moment the affirmation he was seeking rang into the air. Your lips parted willingly, letting him get his fill of you, letting his tongue lap up the known territory of your mouth, low groans bubbling up as your other hand slid down to palm at the growing tent in his dark jeans.

And you would have loved to give in, to make him cum nice and sweet like he so clearly wanted, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Not yet.

“Pretty boy,” you hummed, your smile obvious in each syllable as you locked eyes through the mirror.

Groans gave way to small whines as his hand continued to move up and down his length at a torturous pace, the wet sound of precum and lube loud in the small room. As you knelt behind him on the bed in front of your floor length mirror, your eyes took in the gorgeous sight in front of you.

“Eyes on the mirror, baby,” you chided him gently when you saw his gaze drifting up as the pleasure simmered hot in his core, heat building after being edged for god knows how long. His eyes snapped forward and your grin widened, hands still caressing the strong planes of his torso, fingers tracing each muscle and barely brushing against his pebbled nipples with a feather-like touch. “Good boy.” You pressed a small kiss where his neck met his shoulder. “So pretty, all for me.”

“Please,” the plea came up with a hushed whimper, crimson creeping up from his neck up to his cheeks in response to your unabashed stare.

“Wanna cum, pretty?” you cooed against his neck, eyes swimming with mirth as he nodded frantically, trying to restrain himself from speeding up his motions. “You’re gonna have to apologize to Hina and Emma next time we see them, okay?” you reminded him, your own hand joining his to now thumb at the pretty pink head that was shining with precum.

Seishu jolted at your touch, cock twitching in his grip. “Fuck, y-es, I will, ‘m sorry,” he babbled, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

Another kiss was pressed against his heated skin, this time to his jaw. “Such a good boy.” You smiled again, softer than before and effectively sending part of the heat that was threatening to consume him right to Seishu’s heart. “I should have been more careful, too, baby,” you conceded, nuzzling against the crook of his neck. “How d’you wanna cum?”

He whined, soft and mumbled as his hips snapped forward, and you tutted.

“That’s not an answer. C’mon, pup, use your big words.”

“Inside you,” he whimpers, words coming out in a rush as he leans more into you, back arching. “Wanna cum inside you, please please please.”

You smiled again, pretty eyes darkening and teeth gleaming in the low light, making Seishu momentarily wonder who really was the wolf hybrid between the two of you.

That train of thought didn’t last long, however, not when you finally moved, and the only thing he could think about were your plush thighs straddling his hips as you sunk down on his throbbing cock. His hands flew to your hips, fingers digging into the flesh in a bruising grip as you took a moment to adjust, small groans stumbling out of your lips. And then finally, finally, you moved, and Seishu’s eyes rolled back into his skull, red-bitten lips parted prettily in front of you. You always took him in so well, velvety walls welcoming him in a snug grip, always so wet and warm for him, and your moans ringing like a siren song each time your pussy tightened around him with each swivel of your hips. Every drag of his cock against your walls sent shivers running down his spine, mind growing foggier and body running hotter, until the sharp gasp you let out when you feel his knot swelling inside you finally snapped whatever it is that was holding him together.

Before you knew it, you were on your back, 64 kg of muscle on top of you as Seishu's hips rammed into you at an alarming speed. You can barely do more than grasp onto his shoulders as moans fall out of your mouth. Just one look at him painted a very clear and familiar picture—the twitching ears, the now unsheathed claws that dug into the plush skin of your hips and thighs, the sharpened canines that peeked through his lips, and his blown out pupils, a ring of bright green being swallowed by a dark haze. It seems like all your teasing had triggered his rut earlier than schedule. The realization made your gut clench, in turn ripping a snarl out of Seishu's mouth.

His brutal pace quickened, strong hands manoeuvring your legs to throw them over his shoulders, basically folding you in half as he put more and more of his weight on you.

"My human," he slurs, words heavy on his tongue and sweat matting long locks of hair against his face. "So pretty, so fucking pretty," he gasped, the headboard now rattling with the force of his thrusts. "Gonna fill you up, nice and f-fuck, nice and pretty. Gotta fill you with my cubs so everyone knows—so everyone knows you're mine."

And with the way the fat tip of his cock pounds against your cervix, knot engorged and pulsing against your walls as they struggle to accommodate him, you feel like he might do just that.

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