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lady-earthsea · 1 month

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cw: non-sorcerer fem reader x cult leader geto, !!! intense dark content!!! yandere geto, implied sex slave, choking, marking, breeding, oral, cnc, worship, mentions of period sex, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abortion

!! geto does not say monkey it makes me uncomfy !!

part 1 , song reference

geto wandered down the dimly lit halls of the temple. his temple. the sacred space for the cult he created. the place where he gained more money and curses- more power than even he could have expected. he had an army of cursed spirits, an elite family with incredibly strong cursed techniques. he had hundreds of followers that obeyed his every whim. suguru geto had earned everything he set out for. had gone past his goals. had everything he wanted.

everything but one: an answer. the answer.

their questions rang in his ears: “why is she still here?” “why won’t you just kill her already?” geto ground his teeth as he walked with frustration. because you were his pet, his plaything, his toy he’d answered, something to take all of his anger out on so he lessened the risk of letting the other followers see his true colors. nothing more, just a stupid little sheep he liked to eat. but that wasn’t truly the answer.

the truth was- suguru didn’t know why he kept you. it was irritating, geto felt so… confused. the feeling was so foreign to him. confident and capable men didn’t get confused. so why did he have all these mixed feeling? they weaved together and knotted in his chest, wound so tightly he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, and what they even were to begin with. they spun into whirlpools within him and raged storms in his cells. he hated it. hated the weigh the weighed so heavily on him, hated the way they turned him against himself. but most of all, he hated you for doing this to him.

geto stood before the sliding door of his room, frustrated and restless. like he had a ball of energy inside of him, but he couldn’t release it, could only let it sit, and grow, and fester. it drove him mad, this seemingly ever-expanding energy that swelled within him. and the only way to ease it seemed to be taking it out on you. he swung the door open, a little harsher than he should, narrowed eyes instantly falling upon you. you flinched from the sudden sound where you had sat comfortably in his bed, your soft silk robe slipping from your shoulder, and the book you had been reading fumbling out of your hands from your startled state. you met his gaze as he studied you silently, measuring you up, and you thought he looked almost indecisive-like he was trying to choose between contradictions. his nose was scrunching in disgust- but his eyes were soft when they looked at you.

he looked at you and felt possessive- but possessive of what, exactly? did he feel possessive of his things- his robe you wore, his bed you sat on, his book he had given you? or did he feel possessive of you yourself- feeling a sick pride in seeing you wrapped in clothes and covers that he knew smelled like him, a grotesque jolt in his heart when he saw how much you had read of the book he had gifted you to pass the time while he was away. why did he do that? he didn’t care if you were bored.

these past months, geto had become wildly unpredictable. he would abuse your body in more ways than you thought possible, and then the next day make up for it. he would manhandle your body into such painful positions and ram himself so roughly into your cervix that you were left with no strength in your legs, unable to walk for days. but then he would kiss your temple and gather you up into his arms, carrying you with him to soak in a healing bath- setting you facing him gently onto his lap and pressing you into his chest as the two of you drifted off to sleep in the warm water. he would fuck your face so violently that your throat felt so terribly torn you could hardly speak, but then would bring you expensive foreign teas to you in bed and pet your hair as you drank, telling you that it’ll make you feel better. he would tie your arms behind your back, swing your legs over his shoulders into a devastatingly deep mating press and bend to loom over you, his nose touching yours, and hands wrapped tight around your throat-making you look at him every second as he slammed into you, eyes black with malice and spewing liquid loathing in your ears. threatening to kill you if you didn’t cum for him, calling you names to make you cry and then slap you for it. but then he would hold you so close and tenderly during the night. he would cradle and cuddle you til morning, mumbling and pouting when the sun came up, selfishly pulling you closer as he lifted the covers over you both to hide away for a while longer.

in moments like those, hiding from the sun and sinking into the sheets with the covers pulled above your heads, things felt different. soft and tender and intimate, like you were the only two people in the whole world. suguru would look at you with little hearts in his eyes, pulling you up closer to him so he could kiss you. kiss you without the thought of sex, kiss you just to kiss you. he would lightly stroke his thumb over your cheek and mumble sleepily about the things he’d do that day, or gently rub your back as he hid his face in your neck, away from the light pouring through the window. he would call you his ‘little lamb’ with sleep in his voice, a pet name he used in his happier moments, for you, his silly little sheep. and he would look at you with not hate in his eyes, but something so much softer. something you knew, something he didn’t.

these comfortable, domestic moments with geto came more and more often… but they were short lived, and always followed by violence. the sweeter he got, the meaner he grew, too. you had grown used to this volatile vicious cycle, but you could never tell, in moments like you were in now, caught in geto’s indecisive gaze from the door, which would come next.

geto stood there, unable to figure out which would relieve him the most. would aggressively abusing your lowly little cunt and leaving you a dripping crying mess make him feel better? or would sitting you on his cock and grinding your hips into his lap as he moans into your mouth make him feel better? geto scoffed at himself, just fucking pick one, he thought, but he couldn’t. why had it become so hard to choose? fine, just meet in the middle. he thought, shutting the door behind him and nodding your direction. “Bend over.”

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ever since the first time he spilled himself into you, geto refused to finish any other way. for geto, cumming in your cunt was the ultimate form of domination- the strongest way to show that he owned you. asking you angrily through gritted teeth as he stuffed his cum covered cock back into your ruined cunt, “who’s pussy is this, huh? who do you belong to? who owns this cunt, huh you stupid slut?” reveling in the way you sobbed from overstimulation, laughing at your feeble attempts to form sentences. “g-ge, ah!“ he smacked your ass hard, adding to the near permanent bruise from his constant spanking. “my name,” he said, a bit softer, and you looked back at him timidly, afraid this was a trap. “go on, say my name, lamb. i want to hear you say my name when you say who you belong to.”

“s-suguru…” you tremble, his name feeling forbidden on your tongue, “i belong to geto suguru!”

he smirked, satisfied. and despite a part of him screaming at himself in the back of his head not to praise you, he muttered out, “good girl.”

and despite himself, it felt right when it fell from his lips.

too tired to think on what that meant for him, he rolled you over-careful to keep himself stuffed inside you-and slipped down to lay his full weight ontop of you. he wrapped his arms around you, gently rocking his hips back and forth as he began to harden again inside your wet walls, earning him sweet little whimpers next to his ear as he sucked deep marks onto your neck. whispering as exhaustion and sleep started to set in, “that’s right, little lamb, you’re all mine.”

geto didn’t worry about possible pregnancy with you. the thought alone of breeding with non-sorcerer scum made him sick. he ordered the temple’s errand-runner to fetch the most expensive and strongest contraceptive pills on the market each week. but life is hard when you’re a full fledged cult leader’s errand boy. the threat of death constantly looming overhead, returning without even a single item could be fatal. so when nanako offered so generously to pick up geto’s special birth control when she went out to get her own, the errand boy thanked her gratefully.

how was he supposed to know that nanako, one of geto’s most trusted family members, would switch his pills to spite him.

on the eighth month of living with and for geto suguru, your period was late. he noticed first, disappointed. he loved to humiliate you during that time, your body so much more sensitive and reactive than usual, you were much easier to terrorize. loved the way you cried from embarrassment when he’d cover the both of your lower bodies in a mixture of cum and blood. “when’s your next period, pet?” he asked, annoyed as he lounged with his head in your lap as he irritatedly flipped through a magazine. you played with his long black hair strewn about you, fingers twirling. “i want make you eat it next time.” he muttered, as if that was just something people said to one another. you pouted, brushing off the vile threat as you’d grown used to doing. no use fretting over the future. “i don’t know, it should be soon. do you…think women just know when their cycles come?” you grinned, a small smile audible in your voice. geto sucked at his teeth as he flipped the page, annoyed at you question.

“well, yeah, i mean you’ve got a biological clock and shit doesn’t it tell you-“ geto cut himself off mid-sentence.

wait…

his heart stopped. how long had it been? 5…no, 6 weeks since…

his eyes darted up to look at you, something wild growing in his eyes. “do you feel any differently?” he asked cautiously. you cocked your head to the side, thinking. “hmm…i guess i have felt pretty good lately!” you smile down at him, and a familiar feeling begins to boil deep in his chest. don’t, he thought, don’t be so stupid as to tell me. his face twitched, thinking if he thought hard enough you could hear him, for once in your worthless fucking life, think before you speak! don’t tell me, don’t ruin this. but unfortunately, he couldn’t reach you, and his heart sank as he noticed. how did he not notice before now-

“i don’t know! i guess i’ve just felt a little more full of life!”

-you were glowing.

geto’s face contorted, and you almost thought he looked like in pain.

“lamb,” he started, voice trembling through his shut teeth, “are you…are you p” the words died in his throat, and he shut his eyes and took a breath before opening them to look back up at you. fuck, don’t sound so fucking distraught, he thought to himself.

“are you pregnant?”

the question took you by surprise, and you hesitated. that was all he needed. geto was out the door in the blink of an eye.

geto stormed down the hallways, searching for his errand boy, grabbing him by the collar when he found him. “bring me as many pregnancy tests as you can carry within the next 30 minutes or i will kill you and everyone you love.” he growled low in his ear, before dropping him and turning to a family member. “which of our followers is the most expendable at the moment?”

“Shinimaki hasn’t donated in the past month-“

“bring him to me.” he said, bloodlust dripping from his teeth.

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geto threw the bag at you, along with a bottle of water. “take. them. all.” he said darkly, before leaving again, and it was then that you finally put two and two together.

there were 32 pregnancy tests in the bag that he gave you.

and every single one of them came back positive.

geto was livid. you had seen him angry countless times, but never like this. geto was enraged. pure, evil, hatred seemed to spew from his very aura as he yelled out his anger. that night, geto slaughtered two hundred and twenty three of his followers-everybody who had been there praying that night. he left the errand boy crumpled in a pool of his own blood.

he screamed himself hoarse.

“How could this happen!” he howled, eyes wild and face frenzied. he’d destroyed everything in sight, and once again geto was left with a horrible energy that couldn’t be spent. he grabbed at the sides of his head, fingers laced through his hair.

Mimiko and Nanko were at his sides, trying desperately to calm his rage. Mimiko grabbed at his arm, “Suguru, please! Stop it, it’s going to be okay, we can just abort it!” she pleaded, eyes tearing up. geto looked at her with more fury than she had ever seen him show to her before.

“It’s okay? It’s okay that that vile fucking creature has my spawn inside her? my child! It’s okay, that I, the man who plans to wipe out all non-sorcerers, impregnated one?!”

Nanko stepped between them, arms out, always the strong one, shielding her sister. “Suguru, stop it, we know this is bad! We know you’re upset, but don’t take this out on anybody but yourself!” she said, suddenly furious. furious at him for putting them through this, furious at herself for making him. “You’re the one who’s kept her here. You’re the one who won’t kill her, but won’t let any of us kill her either. You’re the one who’s been fucking her for eight fucking months!”

Suguru was stunned, his anger slowly fading, replaced by shock. she was right. his mind, which had been a wild whirlwind of thought, suddenly blanked when faced with the truth.

“Suguru, we love you! We want you to be happy,” Nanako said, her voice cracking and tears beginning to fall as she cried. “but this has to stop! You won’t kill her, but you won’t let us do it. one minute you’re fuming about how much you despise her, and the next you’re bringing home sweets from the cafe we went to back for her. What is going on with you?! She’s a non-sorcerer, she’s nothing! why, why won’t you just kill her, already? dont…” Nanko faltered, choking up as she looked at the man she truly felt as family.

“…don’t tell me you love her?”

Suguru’s face fell as he stood there sweating and panting, body reeling to recover from his rampage. him? love you? no…he couldn’t possibly…

and just like that, geto found himself prying at the knots of questions in his chest, searching for that same old answer again.

geto apologized and hugged his girls, whispering in a low dry voice that he’s sorry, he’ll be better soon, he’ll take care of it, sending them off to bed. geto stood there in silence for a minute, clawing at the questions. is that why he couldn’t bring himself to kill you? does he…

but the more he thought, the more anger began to boil inside himself again. this was your fault. you got pregnant. you were the one to seduce him in the first place all those months ago.

Geto left, eerily calm, walking down the hallway until he was facing the door to his room. he stood there for a second, staring. behind this door, you were there, pregnant with his child.

suguru slid the door open, and saw you sat on his bed, tears in your eyes and holding onto a pillow, shaking with fear. you must have heard. the killing, the screaming, everything. you looked terrified, lips quivering and eyes big and wide and wet. seeing you like this only made him spiral more. he loved seeing you scared, so why does seeing you scared now make him feel so..so.. he sighed, a new feeling frothing at his throat. a feeling like nerves. his brows came together with worry, and he cocked his head to the side to give you a soft, tender smile. why did he want to comfort you?

he sat beside you on the mattress, and you flinched away in fear, shutting your eyes tight, expecting the worst. suguru felt like he was suffocating. why did that hurt him so much? seeing you so scared flooded him with sorrow, and he had an overwhelming urge to make it better, moving to wrap his arms around you, holding you tight. to make who feel better, him, or you? he tucked your head into his neck and nuzzled into your scalp, moving slowly as to not scare you any further.

“aww..my little lamb. i’m sorry i scared you.” he cooed, voice gentle, moving the pillow from between the two of you and scooping you up into his lap. your opened your eyes. that was the first time he’s ever apologized to you. you stopped trembling, melting into his chest, your heart fluttering. he was really apologizing. his hand rubbed soothingly across your back as he kissed the top of your head, cradling you close. “i didn’t mean for you to hear all of that, are you okay, lamb?” you nodded, forgetting all the horrors you had heard, squeaking out a small “ ‘m okay.”

suguru leans back to look at you, pleased to see the fear from earlier gone. “I’m glad,” he says, for some reason, brushing a loose curl of hair behind your ear “ cant have my pretty little pet so sad, now can I?” you blush, leaning into his touch, eyes adoring and filled with a feeling he can’t quite place.

“I’m never sad when I’m with you, Suguru.”

something blooms in his chest, and before he can even question it, he’s kissing you.

it blossoms, something strange, vines crawling through the knotted strings of mixed feelings. What is this? he thinks. you moan as he catches your bottom lip in between his teeth. it’s a sound he’s heard everyday for nearly a year, but tonight it makes his cock twitch and his heart jump when he hears it. he’s heard it so many times before, so why now does it sound so intoxicating? he wants to hear it again. “let me make it up to you.” suguru says dreamily, kissing down your jaw and neck as his hands roam lower, untying the ribbon across robe, leaving open mouthed kisses down the length of your body, soaking in the little gasps you give him.

Suguru’s eaten you out before, not many times, but he has. Why did he just realize how good you taste? he thinks, tongue running over your clit, getting drunk off your moans. Is it because…he makes you cum with his mouth, and the strange feeling’s vines grow longer, spreading through his chest. it feels good, what is this?

Geto’s fucked you countless times, but he’s never made love to you until tonight. love, he thinks, moans of his own falling from his lips. he’s never felt so desperate before, your pussy feels so good around him, it’s like you’re the first person he’s ever truly felt inside. this must be love.. he thinks as the two of you ride your orgasms out together, his fingers laced with yours, holding your hand tightly beside your head. he keeps kissing you, he can’t get enough of it, your tongue on his, the way your breath hitches. i’m in love with her, his hand slides to cup your face as he rocks his hips again, desperate for more of you is that really okay?

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he breaths into your ear, rhythm picking up as you wrap your legs around his waist. oh yeah, baby…she’s pregnant with my baby. we’re gonna have a baby together. he thinks, mind fuzzy. he closes his eyes, overtaken with pleasure. his hand finds its way up to its spot around your neck as he kisses you, cock twitching inside your cunt at the way you always wimped for him when he chokes you. you’re so good for him, he thinks, maybe he wouldn’t mind having a baby with you.

his mind floods with the thought of it, a family with you, and he doesn’t seem to notice the way you’re squirming underneath him, not registering it as anything more than your usual movements during sex. he imagined the way you’re belly would round as he fucks deep into you, tongue swiping over yours as he imagines your pregnant little waddle. i would be happy, i think, your hands grip around his arm, squeaking out, squirming about- trying desperately to tell him that he’s choking you too hard. but he’s lost in thought, lost in kissing you, lost in the way your gummy walls are squeezing him. i would be happy to have a family with her. he thinks of holding the child in his arms, half you, and half himself. tears flow from your eyes, and you try to pound at his back, push him away, but you’re losing strength. he’s crushing your windpipe. he thinks about the sound of your laugh, the way you smile at him, the way you’ve always smiled at him. i really love her.

your vision starts to blur, the corners turning black, and you try to claw at his hand around your neck, but you can hardly move your arms anymore. panicking, unable to make a sound anymore, you pray that your lover will loosen his grip as you silently sob.

he doesn’t. he’s kissing spots into your neck, he can’t see your tears or hear your desperate breaths, too lost in the blissful thoughts of a future with you to realize that he’s killing you. he thinks about having more than just one baby with you, and the last thing you think is that you’re grateful to at least die in your lovers arms.

geto cums to the thought of marrying you. not knowing that now, he never will.

his hand moves, far too late, up from your neck to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing loving little circles int your still warm skin. he presses his forehead into yours, eyes still closed in ecstasy. “you know, little lamb,” he says softer than he’s ever spoke, “i really do love you.”

you don’t respond. he opens his eyes, “c’mon say it back, you’ve said it before.” he smiles, teasingly. “i wanna hear it again, now that i know.” you still don’t say anything. and now that he’s looking at you, he thinks you look… different. your eyes are open, but you’re…not exactly looking at him. his smile drops, heart sinking. “lamb?”

you don’t respond.

suguru shakes you a little, and your body moves strangely. his heart races. no.. no, you couldn’t… he shakes you again, harder this time, and still, you don’t say anything. “lamb,” he says, voice suddenly shaking. you don’t even blink. no,,,you can’t, there’s no way that you’re-

“y/n?”

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lady-earthsea · 1 month

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I know for a fact Jareth’s room is fucking messy, it’s messy in a Howl Pendragon way but also if like rococo period lace and drapery threw up everywhere as well as like some shiny things and glitter. It’s like a 18th century prince bachelor pad.

There’s lit candles everywhere where it’s probably a serious fire hazard, he has a writing desk filled with half finished letters and paperwork and ink-splatted paper, quills, and inkwells. He’s both too lazy and too entitled to really clean or organize anything. There’s a bunch of broken furniture and shit in a corner collecting cobwebs and he won’t throw it away or anything. you cannot see the floor.

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lady-earthsea · 2 months

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Favors

younger, tiny fem reader x hotaru haganezuka~

content : age gap!!! (early/mid twenties reader. If you arent comfy with that/dont like it, just dont read it. Easy as that.), lil bit o blood /Hotaru cuts his hand, tsundere-ish? reader, fingering, squirting, one (1) cunt slap, “good girl,” i didnt beta read im sorry;;

Word Count : 3.2k

Minors DNI!! 18+

“Hotaru!”

The yell startled the daylights out of the man, freezing him in his tracks. If the shout wasn’t enough, the ice cold glare directed at him by the housekeeper surely would do the trick.

“I cannot believe you,” the young girl griped. She quickly grabbed the older man’s by the arm, leading him around the corner of the veranda. For such a young thing, she sure had grip as strong as the ore Hotaru worked with.

“What is it this time?” he groaned.

______ quickly came to a halt, huffing up to him in disgust and frustration. “Are you trying to upset me? Or are you truly that dense?”

“Me?! You’re the one grabbing me and yelling at me!”

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lady-earthsea · 2 months

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oooooh can i request a little drabble where haganezuka is way too focused on his work so his gf or wifey tickles him to make him less stressed? i adore his childish side, how he throws tantrums. and he's super weak to ticklish kisses from his gal. he yelps and squeals, much to his chagrin, but laughing always makes him feel better! so his wife is ideally the tickle monster. and he knows when it's coming lol he's like NO. I'M WORKING (fails to defend himself) cute little firefly

Hewo Haganezuka lover~ I'm also a Haganezuka girl but ssshhhh don't tell Giyu 🙅🏼‍♀️ The boi will choke me 😫

I'm sleepy from work but I wanna write this drabble before sleeping hihi, thanks for the request ^^

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

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𝑷𝒔𝒔𝒔𝒕, 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒖

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warning: None!

(Image is not mine, credits to the rightful owner)

"Psssst, Hotaru. Baby, come on. You've been here for hours. I miss you."

Despite your best efforts, your lover has been completely unresponsive for the past three and a half hours. If he ever responds, all you hear from him are his grunts or "NO! I'M WORKING!" You can't help but want to get cosy with him. When all else fails, you resolve to do something about it yourself.

You went closer and finally managed to tickle the man, making him drop the knife that he had been sharpening. His stern attitude faded as your hands ran on his sides while giving him kisses on the back of his ears.

Hotaru squeals and yelps as you tickle him more, losing the chance to defend himself as his body betrays him. Finally, you stopped, and there he shot you a glare.

"Idiot! That was uncalled for!"

"But you were stressed, baby. I just want to give you some distraction."

He was about to protest more when you planted your lips against his. Hotaru pulls out and flicks your forehead. You pouted on him, and to your astonishment, the handsome man leaned in to give you another feather-like kiss.

"Fine. I will cuddle you. But just for an hour, okay, Y/N?"

"Two hours. Please?"

You gave him another pout, and you felt how much Hotaru did his best to compose himself. But you won. Hotaru rolled his eyes and finally gave in to what you wanted.

"Fine. I'll cuddle with you as long as you want. Gaah! Be thankful that you'll be my wife soon, and I can't resist you."

Giving him a seemingly innocent smile, you pinched his cheek and planted another kiss on his lips. "That's my future husband~ I love you, Hotaru!"

Despite his tantrums, he blushed and still managed to carry you towards your bedroom to give you all the snuggles you wanted with him.

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317 words!

Thank you for reading this drabble of our beloved Hotaru 💓 If I was his wife, I'm also sure that I won't be able to keep my hands to my self. IYKYK 👀 Just kidding XD

Love yah guys! See yah on my other fics!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

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lady-earthsea · 2 months

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NSFW/Smut Alphabet with Haganezuka Hotaru

Pairing: Haganezuka Hotaru x Female!Reader

Content Warnings: cunnilingus, vaginal sex, oral sex, sex toys, impact play, size kink, public sex, bondage, edging, etc.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Haganezuka initially didn't understand the significance of aftercare, opting to hastily return to his workshop after a sensual session with you; however, once he gradually became attached to you — your smell, your taste, your skin, your sweet pussy — he began dedicating time to cleaning you up or offering to carry you to the village's hot springs to alleviate the soreness of your muscles.

Soon, aftercare became a must in your sexual endeavors. He lets you lay on his futon (like the sweet princess you are) as he prepares damp towels and warm tea. He regards you with the same sort of attention he showcases his swords: unwavering, focused, and attentive.

"My pretty baby can't walk? Let me give you a massage then."

Most definitely, his initially wholesome massages end up being another round of sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Have you seen this man? He has rippling muscles all over his body. His shoulders are toned; his pectorals have veins protruding shamelessly; and his thighs are so firm, you cum when riding them.

However, Hotaru unconsciously favors his arms and hands the most. He's a swordsmith, after all, and his arms are a tool for crafting the most spectacular weaponry, flexing with each stroke of his hammer against heated metal. With that being said, he enjoys seeing your blissed-out face create the most lewd expressions as he pumps his fingers into you in strong, consistent motions. He also loses sense when you instinctively grasp onto his arms as he pounds into you — missionary style — leaving red marks that attest to how amazingly he pleased you.

On the other hand, he could cum just by looking at your thighs and ass jiggle and shake due to the simplest of motions. It doesn't matter the size of your bottoms, you better prepare yourself for his calloused hand either softly caressing your ass (he does it in public, too) or suddenly smacking you in the most random times. It feels so intimate for him, and it ignites a carnal desire of ownership that gets his dick hard. In other words — sit on his face, and you'd both be sent to heaven in pure bliss.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

He'd want to cum all over you — on your stomach, your breasts, your face. To put it simply, he regards the sheen of his sticky load on your skin as a signature finale to your intimate night together. He subconsciously does things systematically, so rubbing his cum all over your pussy lips, thighs, and the entire expanse of your soft skin is akin to him polishing a katana. Your whimpering moans are left unheard as Hotaru places his utmost focus on making sure you're coated in nothing but his cum.

(Yes, he cums a lot. You could last plenty of rounds, and he'd still have spurts of his white load dripping from his swollen, red tip — plenty enough to coat you all over.)

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Haganezuka, this man, "borrows" your cum-stained undergarments and stashes at least one in his workshop. When you're engulfed in deep, exhausted sleep in the morning after sex, he pockets your underwear discretely, heading off to the forge. "It's for the sake of stress relief," he'd convince himself.

When he is met with unpleasant news of his clients (Tanjiro) breaking his swords — and he doesn't have enough time to threaten them with his deadly knives — he opts to alleviate his anger by fisting, pumping, and stroking his cock wrapped in your damp panties. It's not as warm or soft as your cunt, but he needs some sort of outlet to release some steam while he's in his workspace.

He'd return your undergarments by the end of the day, and you remain oblivious, once more cumming on another pair that he'd definitely bring with him to work the next morning.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Haganezuka had always been a difficult man. He's aggressive and asocial, exuding a terrifying aura that discourages any individual interested in having him ravish them.

You were his first actual romantic and sexual partner, and your first night together in bed was full of shy whispers and exciting, experimental touches. Worry not, for Haganezuka Hotaru places his entire heart and soul in whatever he enjoys; may it be swordsmithing or fucking you dumb, he'd ensure that he hones his skills to perfection.

F = Favorite Position

He's quite open to any sort of position; in the end, he can adapt and stuff your cunt full, so he doesn't mind as much. However, his cock painfully aches even more when you're under him in a missionary position. It gets him even harder when he bends you in half into a mating press, exposing the entirety of you to him and giving him greater access to your most sensitive spots. He adores seeing your face contort into the most obscene expressions, after all.

Another position he finds himself enjoying is having your back slammed against the wall as he supports your entire weight with his strong arm, pounding into your pussy without any semblance of rationality.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

His brows are consistently furrowed due to his angry and serious nature, so he carries his usual demeanor into bed, often looking at you with utmost loyalty and dedication as he feels your juices coat his veiny cock.

He treats each session with you as if it were a blessed ritual that warrants full attention and care — he is a man of undeniable focus, after all, and he wants you to feel not only the best orgasms of your life but his genuine appreciation and earnestness for you, as well.

H = Hair (how well groomed they are, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Oh, Hotaru has the thickest, darkest locks that frame his face and upper body; undoubtedly, you'd find this trend consistent in his nether regions. He doesn't have high regard for his physical appearance, so the hairs around his cock can be quite unruly. However, they're not unpleasant. They actually provide an interesting texture that rubs at your clit just right with each strong stroke of his length into your crying cunt.

I = Intimacy (how they are during the moment in a romantic aspect)

He initially struggled with expressing his softer, romantic side to you. In time, when he undeniably fell in love with you, he began demonstrating the sweetest actions that leave you simultaneously swooning and twitching in love and pleasure.

When he goes down on you, he gathers his thick strands of hair into a ponytail, in order to ensure absolute focus when he buries his tongue into your slick folds. When you find yourself between his legs — his length prodding at the back of your throat — he tucks your hair behind your ears in the gentlest motion that sends tingles throughout your body.

At either of your climaxes, he'd make unwavering, passionate eye contact with you, often caressing your cheek as you moan in pure pleasure. He always kisses you languidly by the end of your intimate night, lips firmly pressed onto yours, sending a message of love and unspoken promises.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

As mentioned, he is quite unashamed in pleasing himself when you're not around. When he gets too frustrated and erratic, he hides himself away deep in the woods or in the hidden crevices of his workshop and fists his cock with your pretty mouth in mind. You know how he disappears after his outbursts? Well, now you know what your beloved lover does to mitigate his rage: cumming on his palms and grunting your name in a chant.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

(1) Bondage: he's into tying you up until you fall limp.

You're arms are definitely getting bound to a post as he slams his hips into yours. He gets too flustered when your hands travel across his firm chest to his ticklish sides, and you won't stop teasing, so he ends up grabbing the discarded cloth of his headscarf and nearly-painfully binding your hands together.

"You're my fuckdoll tonight until you get that attitude sorted out. Stay fucking still."

(2) Impact Play: you end up splayed over his lap as he spanks your ass, thighs, and sobbing pussy.

He adores the jiggle of your taut skin with each slam of his wide palms across your flesh. You get even more red and wet with each slap, and he gets off your pitched whines and yelps. Don't worry, he'll kiss you better later.

(3) Public Sex: you have quite risky sex in the village's local hot springs.

You palm your hand into your mouth, hoping that no one would hear your pathetic whimpers escape. It was a good thing that no one else was bathing in the public hot springs at the moment, or they'd become voyeurs to the sinful display of Hotaru bouncing you up and down on his erect cock, making the waters harshly splash around your sweating bodies.

L = Location (favorite places to do the deed)

Coming home to you in your private abode encases Hotaru in a sort of comfort that allows him to not hold himself back when fucking you. Each room in your household has already witnessed your erotic display and heard your lust-filled sounds. Haganezuka can take you anywhere and anytime.

You're cooking him dinner? You're now sprawled across the polished tabletops, pussy being explored by his insatiable tongue. Perhaps, you're doing the laundry? Well, it's best to rewash the sheets haphazardly thrown on the floor, since they once again became soiled by your shared fluids.

M = Motivation (what turns them on or gets them going)

Your mere existence is enough to send blood rushing down his cock, resulting in an uncomfortable tent that only you could relieve. However, he becomes truly weak when you wear his haori (or any of his clothing). His clothes accommodate his bulky, firm muscles, and seeing the same boring clothes draped on your smaller figure makes the head of his dick throb and leak with beads of precum. He figures he has a size kink.

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do)

He dislikes it when you tickle him too much; after all, he'd end up bursting into hiccups of laughter, inevitably falling limp onto you during sex. He wants to be absolutely present during your deed, so you can't use his sensitive sides against him too much.

Apart from that, he would never, ever agree to a threesome — he is, beyond any doubt, a possessive lover. He's not suffocating or anything, but the sensual moments you experience together are too special to him; the idea of sharing you with another sickens him, and the bubbling anger might result in a person being chased with razor-sharp knives.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Hotaru would never fail to offer going down on you; after all, you're his beloved lover, and he yearns to return a semblance of what you make him feel. He does this efficiently by parting your legs wide apart, resulting in a wonderfully painful stretch, as he teasingly — precisely —drags his tongue across your folds up to your pulsating clit. He can have his face buried in your cunt for hours.

On the other hand, he enjoys it thoroughly when you also get on your knees and swallow his cock with your struggling, salivating mouth. You usually end up getting mouth-fucked, however.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

Haganezuka is a man who can perform both extremes in a skillful, precise manner. He can last hours kissing every crevice of your body, dragging his rough palms across your bare form tenderly. His adoration for you is immeasurable, so he opts to showcase it by treating you as if you were the rarest gem in the whole land. Your body tingles with a subtle, pleasurable static by the time he empties his heavy, hot load inside and all over you.

For the most part, however, he has you bent in half as he adapts a swift pace that has you screaming in immense bliss. The sinful beat of skin-on-skin is erratic and quick in its tempo, and these unbearably rough sessions leave you fucked stupid. Haganezuka smirks at your half-lidded gaze and drooling mouth (he takes pride in how his strength can render you limp and euphoric), and he always makes sure to reward you with the softest kiss.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

He dislikes the prospect of rushing your sexual endeavors. He is a man of consistent, immovable focus; of course, he cannot be satisfied by the mere taste of you. He wants to take his time in ravishing you and making you feel absolutely adored with his full, unwavering attention. His lover deserves nothing less, after all.

R = Risk (Are they willing to experiment and take risks?)

As long as it makes you and him feel good, he's willing to try. He's surprisingly open-minded with a lot of uncommon kinks; even if he does throw you a skeptical gaze at first, he doesn't let his hesitance deter him from possibly finding your next favorite position or foreplay.

In the end, he adores making love with you because it is a display of your affection towards one another; so if being experimental and a little more risque strengthens your bond — he'll do it in a heartbeat.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long they last)

Haganezuka is a man with impressive stamina, even at the age of 37. He could relentlessly chase Tanjiro from sunset until the break of dawn — that may be enough to paint a picture of how persistent he is throughout the evening.

He fucks you until daylight with sparse breaks between rounds. He can make you undergo at least 5 powerful orgasms in one night, since he likes taking his time in foreplay and whatnot. However, on nights he deems you deserve more punishment (through a long-drawn-out teasing session), he can edge you for nearly an hour until he lets you cum, ignoring your pleas and teary whimpers.

Your energy may be nearly depleted, but he still has plenty of things he wants to do to you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? Do they use it on a partner or themselves?)

It's interesting to note that sex toys had already existed in Ancient Japan, way back in the Edo Period; with that being said, Hotaru likes to make his own — a metal dildo that prods through your hole right into your cervix. Seeing you withering on the mattress as he angles his sinful creation in precise strokes can make him release his own load. With one hand on the erotic toy, he has more freedom to play with with your puffy, pulsating clit. Nothing makes this craftsman more satisfied than seeing his beloved lover fully appreciate the utility of his creation.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases you unintentionally, becoming too engrossed in your sweet pussy and wanting to watch your wetness gradually increase with each lick, nip, and pinch. When he becomes too unaware of everything else but your cunt, you try to prompt him to stop, whining and moaning in disarray as he spares you nothing but a quizzical glance. He's not done yet.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

He usually grunts and groans in a low pitch that reverberates throughout your body. He's not loud, per se, but he definitely ensures that you hear how good you make him feel, so he angles his deep rumbling moans right into your ear, "You feel good, my love. You were fucking made for me."

However, when you occasionally brush your fingertips across his sides (his sensitive, sensitive sides) during sex, you could illicit a full, higher-pitched whimper out of his mouth. He gets flustered whenever you do it, and if you do it repeatedly, he'd get so infuriated that he'd end up punishing you roughly for the rest of the evening. Perhaps, that's exactly what you wanted.

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Haganezuka loves to pamper you. He appears like a gruff man with unstoppable rage, but he turns into the softest, gentlest lover when it comes to you. After strenuous sex, he'd lay you down and brush damp strands off your forehead, kissing you tenderly. He prepares a warm cloth that he wipes all over you, ensuring that you feel comfortable and clean.

The next day, he would opt to be a little late in starting his responsibilities in the forge, brushing your hair and bathing with you under a soothing stream of water. He dresses you up with the same attention he shows when stripping you bare.

You better not tell anyone, but Hotaru is secretly a gentle giant — just for you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His body is a force to be reckoned with — brawny muscles (embellished by protruding veins that attest to his physical prowess) are consistent throughout his large frame. You best believe such a trend is applicable to his cock: thick, long, and veiny.

When flaccid, his cock can be measured to about 6.5 inches; when fully erect, his dick grows up to an impressive 8.5 inches, curving ever-so-slightly to the side. His cock head is colored by a muted red that deepens in hue the closer he is to his release.

In short, his cock ensures that your pussy is painfully, deliciously stretched, and the two prominent veins running along his length rubs your warm walls perfectly.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He has a healthy, manageable sex drive. You usually make love every other day, but if he comes home exhausted from forging the most brilliant katanas, he falls asleep the moment his head of ruffled hair hits the bed — snoring lowly and deeply.

Sometimes, he gets too occupied with making swords (we've all seen how stubborn this man can be), resulting in undetected, pent-up sexual frustration. By the time he rejoices with a newly polished katana, he is also washed with the urge to bury his hardened, throbbing cock into your warmth.

He'd rush home, ignore your scolding tone, and carry you to bed for a rough fucking. This man is so complicated yet so endearing, you simply relent.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He won't be sleeping until he ensures your comfort. He regards aftercare as a necessary facet of your intimacy, after all. Haganezuka never misses a single step when it comes to the things and people he loves. By the time you're snuggled up in a warm bundle, he'll join you, nuzzling his face on the crown of your head.

He deeply sighs in honest contentment and whispers, "I love you," right before his heavy lids fully close. He always has sweet dreams as long as he's with you.

A/N: I really ended it with fluff, whew. This took a longer time than expected, but I hope you enjoy my take on Haganezuka's NSFW Alphabet. This was very fun to do, regardless.

If you enjoyed this, feel free to send me requests of what you'd like me to do next! I'll try my best in tackling my inbox.

Edit: I changed the picture for the sake of aesthetic. We gotta love his arms.

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lady-earthsea · 2 months

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NSFW/Smut Alphabet with Haganezuka Hotaru

Pairing: Haganezuka Hotaru x Female!Reader

Content Warnings: cunnilingus, vaginal sex, oral sex, sex toys, impact play, size kink, public sex, bondage, edging, etc.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

"My pretty baby can't walk? Let me give you a massage then."

Most definitely, his initially wholesome massages end up being another round of sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Have you seen this man? He has rippling muscles all over his body. His shoulders are toned; his pectorals have veins protruding shamelessly; and his thighs are so firm, you cum when riding them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

(Yes, he cums a lot. You could last plenty of rounds, and he'd still have spurts of his white load dripping from his swollen, red tip — plenty enough to coat you all over.)

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He'd return your undergarments by the end of the day, and you remain oblivious, once more cumming on another pair that he'd definitely bring with him to work the next morning.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Haganezuka had always been a difficult man. He's aggressive and asocial, exuding a terrifying aura that discourages any individual interested in having him ravish them.

F = Favorite Position

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

H = Hair (how well groomed they are, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I = Intimacy (how they are during the moment in a romantic aspect)

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

(1) Bondage: he's into tying you up until you fall limp.

"You're my fuckdoll tonight until you get that attitude sorted out. Stay fucking still."

(2) Impact Play: you end up splayed over his lap as he spanks your ass, thighs, and sobbing pussy.

(3) Public Sex: you have quite risky sex in the village's local hot springs.

L = Location (favorite places to do the deed)

M = Motivation (what turns them on or gets them going)

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

On the other hand, he enjoys it thoroughly when you also get on your knees and swallow his cock with your struggling, salivating mouth. You usually end up getting mouth-fucked, however.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

R = Risk (Are they willing to experiment and take risks?)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long they last)

Your energy may be nearly depleted, but he still has plenty of things he wants to do to you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? Do they use it on a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

You better not tell anyone, but Hotaru is secretly a gentle giant — just for you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

In short, his cock ensures that your pussy is painfully, deliciously stretched, and the two prominent veins running along his length rubs your warm walls perfectly.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He'd rush home, ignore your scolding tone, and carry you to bed for a rough fucking. This man is so complicated yet so endearing, you simply relent.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He deeply sighs in honest contentment and whispers, "I love you," right before his heavy lids fully close. He always has sweet dreams as long as he's with you.

A/N: I really ended it with fluff, whew. This took a longer time than expected, but I hope you enjoy my take on Haganezuka's NSFW Alphabet. This was very fun to do, regardless.

If you enjoyed this, feel free to send me requests of what you'd like me to do next! I'll try my best in tackling my inbox.

Edit: I changed the picture for the sake of aesthetic. We gotta love his arms.

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lady-earthsea · 2 months

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Being Married to Haganezuka - headcanons

Relationship between swordsmith and demon slayer was actually unheard of, but you didn't complain at all.

It was really comfortable, you lived with your husband and were close enough to be ready when needed.

Your husband was a difficult person: hot-blooded, extremely dedicated to his craft, and socially inept.

Many were sure he would never find a wife. That was until you came into the village, after all Hotaru was just a man and despite all of his heavy flaws managed to win your heart.

People hated him, and you knew that, but thankfully your presence brightened his image. Just a tiny bit. But still.

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‌He doesn't just talk about work. He rants.

A lot, actually.

Thanks to it, you know all about his clients, even if he has very little of those.

"I need to make new swords! And guess for who! For a kid that barely made it through Finale Selection!" Hotaru complains as you hum in acknowledgement while braiding the long black locks of your husband. "I am sure he will be like the others! Not respecting my work whatsoever!"

It's a simple routine before bed. He rants, letting out some of the frustration while your attention calms him down. It's always enough to actually allow him to properly rest during the night.

‌Sleeping with him is yet another completely different thing.

Once the two of you get into bed, there is no running away. When his arms wrap around you, it's over, you are stuck like this until the sun rises again. He is simply not letting you go.

Hotaru will never admit it out loud, but that's exactly what he is afraid of, you were the only woman that ever wanted him, so what would he do without you around.

You are his biggest treasure, he is not letting you go. Ever.

‌ Mornings with Haganezuka are much nicer.

He is calm and rested as you're helping him to get ready for work right after breakfast.

"I hate that mask," You say with a grimace, while looking at the ugly mask in your hand.

Of course, you understand the whole idea of masks but it didn't change the fact you didn't like them, you preferred to see your husband without it.

He snatches the item from your hand and hands you a shawl. "You better help me with my hair," Hotaru mutters, sitting in front of you to make it easier. "You also should get ready."

With an eye roll, you started to wrap his hair, making sure they won't bother him during the work. "I am just as ready as you are," you sum up, tying the shawl as tightly as possible.

Once you were done he got up, put on the mask and turned to you. "I love you," he admits, while his hands move to your collar to properly button it.

Looking up at him, "I... I love you too...," you say with a soft grimace, making him frown under the mask. "What's your problem now?”

"Sorry. It's hard to say with that thing on your face," you admit slowly.

"You're annoying," He scoffs and turns to leave.

After grabbing your sword, you could follow him, walking by his side and holding his hand until you reach your post. Only then the two of you finally part ways for the day.

‌Hotaru is the one taking care of your sword.

How could he not!

Not only he's a swordsmith, but he is also your husband, so his duty to you is doubled or even tripled! Not to mention, the sword is his own creation.

"Did you clean it? Are you sure it's clean? Maybe you chipped it? Let me see!"

You need to keep him away, using your own hands to make sure he won't get to your sword. "Hotaru, love. I am sure of all of it," You sigh, but before you know it he already has his hands on it.

How did he even do that?!

With careful eyes, he checks the blade and handle to be fully sure you're telling the truth.

He couldn't allow his beloved wife to walk around with a sword that isn't properly taken care of. Hotaru wanted to be sure you are safe. "It's getting blunt. I will sharpen it for you. You can take the other one."

And just like that, your husband is off to do his things. There is no stopping him nor making him postpone the work.

Speaking about work!

Hotaru is hard working and stubborn.

Once he gets to work... He. Is. Gone.

The mix of passion and dedication in his case are actually a "deadly" combination. There is no way of pulling him away. Sadly, even as his own wife, you don't have this privilege.

Once, when you attempted to take the sword away to stop him, Hotaru snapped at you, his voice filled with frustration. "Don't you see I'm busy? This must be done, and I won't deliver a poorly made sword!"

After that, you never tried that again.

He can be gone for the whole day and night while forging a new blade. It's annoying when you cannot spend the evening snuggling with your husband.

‌BUT you are actually useful when he loses his temper!

"Y/N-sama!" One of the young apprentices yells, getting your attention immediately. Kids here love you since you are much nicer than Hotaru, but one of them approaching you while on duty isn't something usual.

"What is it? Did something happen?" You ask, giving the boy a soft smile.

Boy nodded quickly. "It's Haganezuka! He lost it again."

Letting out an annoyed sigh, you nod and quickly follow the boy just to find your husband held by three swordsmiths, while he's thrashing around to get free while another swordsmith stood nearby.

"What happened here?!" You ask with a frown.

Hotaru growls. "He interrupted my work! I was almost done with the sword! Now I will have to start all over again! I'll kill you!"

You blink and rub your face, no matter how many times it happened, you still couldn't get used to it. "Hotaru. That's enough, let's go home. I will make you mitarashi dangos."

He immediately stops his thrashing around and looks at you. Other swordsmiths look at each other confused and slowly let him go.

Instead of attacking the man that took the sword, he walks to you and hugs you tightly. "Let's go. I want mitarashi dangos."

Of course, it's not the only situation like this. Things like this often happen because of his temper. Sometimes you need to resort to tickling his sides, but this ends in you dragging him back home and him later scolding you for even doing this.

‌ Since he works hard. He gets hurt.

Hotaru hates this, but at the same time he loves it. No one likes to get hurt, and he as a swordsmith sometimes gets his hands a little damaged in his work fever.

It's annoying. Wounds even if shallow still hurt and disturb the work.

Thankfully, he has you and he can always count on your help. He will not admit it, but he loves the way your palms feel against his own when you wrap his injuries.

You are a slayer, yet your hands are small and soft compared to his. Not to mention, you are always so gentle and careful while taking care of you. No one else can take care of his injuries just like you do.

"There you go," you say sweetly, tying a knot on a fresh bandage on his hand. Before he can thank you, you press a soft kiss to the injury. "I told you to be careful and to work less, but you never listen. Is it really that hard to listen just a little bit? For once?”

No matter how many times he returned home with cuts or/and abrasions, you always helped him and then scolded him. Normally he would get angry at someone for talking to him like this, but when it comes to you; Hotaru can't be mad, he actually feels oddly happy you do this.

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In summary.

Hotaru is a good man.

Others may hate him for his slightly angry nature, but that's because no one knows him like you do, not even a village chief.

He loves you in his own way and is forever grateful for you and the fact you love him back just as much.

Some people think you may regret marrying such a man, but you truly don't. He is the best thing that ever happened to you, and you wouldn't change him for anyone else.

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