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[killabratzzcherri]

♥︎. - geto suguru × reader // kenjaku × reader

♥︎. - he gave you a rose and you gave him your heart. but he didn't want your heart and that leads you to coughing up roses for his love.

♥︎. includes. - nsfw, angst, hanahaki disease au, black reader, female reader, toxic relationship, unrequited love, unhealthy obsession, manipulation, blood, humiliation, degradation, vaginal fingering, name calling, a bit of degradation, creampie, hair pulling, rough sex.

♥︎. note/inspo. - thank you chai+ for giving me inspiration to write this.

"Here."

His hand was outstretched and held a rose. You stared at it for a moment, before moving your gaze up to your dark haired upper classman. It was unexpected, and your heart fluttered at the gesture and his charming smile.

"Why?"

It was a dumb question, could you not think of a better question to ask? Well, you were to stunned to form a coherent question or a flirty response to give so you gave the most obvious and dull reaction. He didn't seem deterred though by your dull question, shrugging as if the answer was obvious and didn't matter.

"Why not?"

Now, this is where you're embarrassed to admit that this is when your crush for Geto Suguru began. It was Valentines Day and while you had gotten your fair share of gifts, you pretended to not have received anything to your classmates.

You assumed that's why he gave you the rose, to cheer you up and not let your day be ruined. It's a dumb reason to begin crushing on him for, especially when countless others showered you in more expensive and pretty gifts before. But for some reason, this felt more meaningful to you, even if the gift was so rushed he didn't have time to pick the thorns off.

Even then you accepted the rose with a bashful smile, not caring how the thorns pricked you and pulled blood from your hands. You appreciated it and promised to cherish it, hugging it close to your chest. You continued to smile even when the green leaves became stained with your blood, already determined to win this boy's heart like he did yours so effortlessly.

Little did you know that the pain from the thorns was the easiest to deal with when loving Geto Suguru.

"Are you still going to reject my proposal?" You heard his cold voice, as you coughed up blood once again. "Coughing petals again, how pathetic."

While Geto was able to hide from Gojo's six eyes somehow, he wasn't able to hide from your love. You knew he was a host for Kenjaku, the curse who had discovered your deepest secret. It hurt knowing that you could only watch as Geto fell for someone else that wasn't you. But even Kenjaku couldn't cure your curse... love.

You looked at the bloody petals in your hands, your eyes shaking in fear and frustration. You never thought you’d be a victim of this cursed disease, after all, everyone loved you. You are beautiful, and you were confident and prideful. If anything, someone would catch Hanahaki from falling in love with you. The blood mixed with the roses that you hacked out dripped onto your dress, staining it.

You were wearing a simple black tube-top dress that hugged your body closely with two slits on each side exposing both your legs, and a beige hollowed out, cropped, fishnet sweater on top. Your hair surrounded you as you kneeled on the floor, you let it grow out from your former short length, ending just below your thighs. It has grown since high school. You also cut your bangs that always covered your eyes, revealing your [e/c] eyes with white pupils in the shape of a heart. But now those hearts were shattered, reflecting your heartbroken feelings.

You’ve matured since your high school days and since you decided to follow Geto on his homicidal mission. Growing into your body, and losing some of the baby face. You also lost your hopeful and innocent shine in your eyes, replacing it was a dull and distant gleam that came from witnessing countless death and feeling hopeless about ever receiving Geto’s love.

You grit your teeth. This was shameful, how could you let your love get this far? How could you fall for a man that would never love you? A man who would be taken over by a curse spirit. You glared up at Kenjaku, only being able to take your anger out on the curse that resembled your unrequited love. “Don’t pity me! If it wasn’t for you then he would’ve loved me! I just… needed more time. But you came along and took him!” You shouted, knowing your words weren’t the truth but you were delusional and couldn’t accept that Geto didn’t love you.

Your anger only fed Kenjaku's grin, the cursed spirit loving every moment of your outburst. The spirit was a menace, mocking you even further, "Oh? I just took him? No, no! He was never yours in the first place!" Kenjaku yelled, the cursed spirit laughing along as he taunted you. It was a truth you didn't want to hear, but it was a truth nonetheless. Geto was not in love with you, and Kenjaku did take that opportunity to get what he wanted.

"Yes he was!" You argued, clenching your fists and crushing the petals in your grip. They were a reminder of the love you couldn't have. "I just needed to work harder! It would've happened eventually! I'm beautiful! There's no way he wouldn't choose me in the end!" Kenjaku smirked, his eyes never leaving you. "Oh? You think your beauty is all that matters?" the curse teased, "He never cared for that. He thinks you're pretty but so are a thousand other young women... that's not what he's looking for." He could see it in your eyes, the shock and disappointment of hearing the truth. Kenjaku was enjoying every second of it.

"Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up shut up!" You continued to shout, throwing the bloody petals at him in anger. It was the only physical resistance you could give him, you know that Kenjaku is stronger than you. But it was your choice to follow him, to defect from the school to follow Geto in hopes of someday gaining his love. It was your choice to let him use your body for his own pleasure, to bury yourself deeper in the already deep hole of love you held for him. You could feel tears well in your eyes, holding them back to try and not ruin your makeup, you already looked a mess. "You don't know anything!" You continued, "I'm pretty and smart and I can even control curses! I'm the most perfect option for his love! He would've chose me!"

The petals fell around him, and his grin only grew bigger. "Oh, you're perfect alright... for me!" Kenjaku laughed, "You're so beautiful, I couldn't resist." The curse teased her, not bothering to mention how he enjoyed controlling someone as beautiful as you. He wanted to see the world burn just a little bit more, and messing with you... he was good at doing just that. "But why not just take you for myself?" Kenjaku questioned, "III make you mine, and I'll make you forget about him."

You wanted more than anything to deny his proposal, to continue screaming in his face and fighting for your love but he had Geto’s face he had the appearance of the man you loved and her heart ached. The tears you were holding back began to slowly cascade down your face and you sniffed, hanging your head down. "You're so cruel…”

Keniaku knew he won when you finally hung your head, defeated for the first time in your life. "Am I?" the curse asked, "Am I cruel enough to control the man you love most?" Kenjaku enjoyed every second of your grief, and he loved it even more when he saw your tears. "You know, I could make you forget about that love and use your body for my own means. Make you love me..." Kenjaku suggested playfully, "It'll be so romantic, I promise." He chuckled, "Don't you think?"

You whimpered as you wanted to fully cry but held back, not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing how broken you were. You reached and gripped the bottom of his pants, desperate to receive the affection and attention you knew you deserved. “I love him… I loved him so much.”

Kenjaku was enjoying messing with you even more now, "He doesn't love you back. Don't you want someone to love you back? I could give you that love you so deeply desire for Geto.” The curse didn't mind when you grabbed onto his pants, enjoying the fact that for the first time you were willing to give yourself over. "I might not be Geto but l'm everything you want him to be, aren't I?" Kenjaku had a feeling that your answer was a yes.

"You're worse, you're nothing like him." You said, your voice low. Crawling over to him, laying your hand on the top of his leg and rubbing your cheek against the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to the bulge in between his legs. You batted your eyelashes up at him, a feeling of humiliation welling in the pit of your stomach but your desperation overpowering it. "But will you love me? Even if you don't love me can you really pretend to be what I want? Will you be the perfect Geto to me?"

Kenjaku laughed, placing his hand over his heart, "Perfect? Oh, I'll treat you as if you're the only woman in this world. Like you're my one and only love. I'll be your everything... and more.” Kenjaku chuckled, seeing you lay your head on his thigh as if it were an offering. "I don't have to pretend, love. I can be the perfect Geto for you…” Kenjaku spoke, his voice sounding gentle. It was everything you could've ever asked from him. You nodded up at Kenjaku, your voice cracking from repressed emotions and passion. His tender words, his loving gaze, it was all an act for you to choose him and you played along, desperate for a happy ending.

You kissed the tip of his index finger that he had placed on your mouth, just as a small proof of your temporary submission. Your eyes stared at his, your soul wanting to drown in his gaze. "Then, you can have me..." you replied, your tone turning sweet and sensual from your previous angry and erratic behavior. Kenjaku smiled, and he enjoyed every moment of your display. He enjoyed how you submitted to every word he spoke to you. "Now, how about you give me a kiss on the lips?" Kenjaku asked, his voice still gentle.

He wanted a bit of fun, and he couldn't deny the way you made his heart flutter. The cursed spirit was unsure if it was caused by Geto’s soul or his own personal desire. For a moment, he wished he was actually Geto. Your chest was shaking and your heart was pounding hard, as if it wanted to get outside of your torso. It was almost unbearable to wait any longer to get Kenjaku's love, to experience what it would feel like to be love by Geto. You wanted him to hurry, hurry so you could forget all the wrong Geto's done against you and the growing distance between them.

His words made your heart race, and your heart's rhythm increased in intensity. You looked at him with a look of pure lust. Your desires were becoming overwhelming and they were driving you crazy with passion and a need for him. "You can have me, Suguru," she whispers softly, and your tone conveyed your wish for his touch. Kenjaku knew he was getting your exactly where he wanted you to be. He wanted you. He wanted you badly. The curse could feel the passion in your voice and in your heart. He could see the way you looked at him, a look of pure desire and longing in your eyes.

The spirit smirked, "I can have you?" Kenjaku teased, "I would love to make you mine." His voice was still as gentle and loving as ever, the perfect image of Geto. Kenjaku's words made you feel a rush of butterflies in your chest, as those words were just what you wanted to hear after so long. Even if it wasn't the actual Geto, you were still grateful of this curse, falling prey to his promise of love. You both belonged to each other and it felt so amazing. "|... I-I..." you lost your words when faced with Kenjaku's love.

"Shhh," Kenjaku placed his hand against your face, his false gentleness only adding to his charms, "No more talking, love. You can give me a kiss, can't you?" He smirked, "I love watching you struggle." His eyes were already on your lips, waiting for you to give in to your desire. He loved knowing you couldn't fight back against this perfect situation. You were completely in love with him now, and this was one hell of a curse.

"I just want to be loved, I promise to be perfect for you." Mumbling before being cut off by his kiss. You squeak, taken off guard by this action, but quickly melts into his embrace. "Mmm.." you whine softly, your eyes fluttering closed. Geto is the one man you loved, and he should be worshiped. It was bruising and rough, but it was also warm and passionate. You melted into his towering figure that held you close. You opens your eyes again, locking eyes with Kenjaku. The broken hearts that replaced your pupils swirled and fixed itself, a reaction to your feelings. You felt your heartbeat in every inch of your body. You felt as if it could be easily controlled by the curse, making you feel like you wanted to be obedient to his orders. You whined softly, feeling the butterflies flutter inside of you. You couldn't believe what was happening to you right now but you were more than willing to indulge in it.

As soon as their lips met, Kenjaku knew he had you hooked. You were his. You were more than submissive, and you felt it too. You were so eager to please and she wasn't even trying to deny it anymore. Kenjaku pulled away to see your eyes, and was mesmerized by the look of pure adoration in your eyes when you stared back at him. "Oh my, love," Kenjaku's voice was gentle, "You're so easy to control, aren't you?" His lips came back for more.

You had never been so ready to give yourself up for someone. The words out of Keniaku's mouth were taunting and humiliating, but it didn't matter, it was as if a hot wave came out from his lips and touched your heart. You looked at him with a soft smile on your face, your eyes filled with lust as the need for his touch was becoming too much to handle.

"Yes... y-yes I want you to control me, Suguru." Your voice became breathless and more provocative. Kenjaku grinned as you confirmed just how easy you are to control. He enjoyed playing with this young woman, and he wanted more. Your submission to him only made him love you more, as he couldn't deny how powerful you made him feel. "Do you love me then, love?" He asked, "Do you love Kenjaku?"

Kenjaku placed his lips against yours once more, enjoying the way you sighed at his touch. You couldn't help the gasp and small moan that escaped your lips when he tugs your hair. You pulled away from the kiss and shoved him away, it was hard, you wanted to continue kissing him but his words set you off. You turned your head away, glaring up at him. "No. I could never love you, I only love Geto."

"Oh, but you already do." Kenjaku teased, enjoying the way you tried to deny it. He could sense your heart pumping fast from your anger, and he loved it. "It's okay, don't deny your feelings, my dear. You know what? Maybe you'll even love me more than Geto! I mean, he already broke your heart, didn't he?" The curse chuckled, "I could be your new dream lover... wouldn't you love me?"

You refused to look into his eyes as he towered over and pressed against you, you let out a sharp inhale, eyes fluttering at the sudden sensation, trying hard not to give any verbal hints that his being aroused you. No need to give him the satisfaction that he had you in the palm of his hand. The more rational side of your muddled brain knew better than to accept the roaming of his hands and his kisses. Than to just give them easy access to your body. Not that it would have stopped them, but lack of resistance could be seen as encouragement, and you definitely didn't want that. At least, you didn't know what you wanted. This whole situation you had gotten yourself into was wrong.

"You're not Geto..." you muttered out, your voice strained. "You're just a curse who stole his body, I shouldn't have allowed this to happen." The last part she said mostly to herself. "Oh?" Kenjaku chuckled, "I have his body. I have his appearance. I have his mind." He enjoyed messing with her, "Tell me love, how could you tell the difference between me and him?" There was a difference, but Kenjaku knew you couldn't tell. "You're already going against logic for me, love. It's adorable, honestly.”

"You're evil, Geto was kind." You argued, "you'll never truly be him…” you muttered, the hearts in your eyes slowly breaking again as her mind became clearer and more hesitant on giving yourself to Kenjaku in place of Geto. You moved your body off of his lap, needing to be away from him to think clearly. "This is a mistake," you say, slowly backing away, holding the side of your head as you could feel a headache forming. "You're not my Suguru, you'll never truly be the man I fell in love with. Not as long as I know your Kenjaku, I can never fully love you." You finally looked at him, a sad expression on your face again, "you're just a fake."

Keniaku felt your heart break before his very eyes. The curse wanted to laugh, but he held it back for the moment. You had finally seen Kenjaku as he truly was, and you didn't want him anymore. But Kenjaku wasn't willing to let you go so easily. "Oh love, you want him so much? I can be anyone you want... I can be your dream come true." He stepped closer, "Wouldn't that be perfect, to have the man you love most be in your arms?"

You were going to speak again, but was stopped by another coughing fit. You held your chest in pain as more rose petals and blood came from your mouth, splattering against the floor in a disgusting bloody heap. Your throat burned and was only reminded how you are destined to die soon, no curse who looked and acted like Geto was going to change that. No matter how much you wanted to delude yourself with false love, Kenjaku would never replace him.

Kenjaku sighed, irritated by your denial still. You wouldn't give in, and it only made him want you more. "Oh, you poor broken thing," Keniaku placed his hands over your cheeks, wiping at your tears as he brought his lips to her own once more, "Do you want a kiss? I can kiss you until you forget about Geto. You'll forget every other man who will just break your heart." He was trying his best to seduce you still, eager to make you submit to him and have you in his bed.

It was disgusting, kissing a being you were trained to kill. A cursed spirit you are supposed to hate and exorcise but instead accepted its embrace and affection. The kiss was filled with blood and tasted of iron, your head spun at the flavor, something so wrong, yet so right about the taste as the curse sucked on your tongue. The harshness of it felt nothing like when Geto kissed you. You could also feel the insincerity when he wiped your tears. Kenjaku just wanted your body and mind, not your love. But did it really matter? You are dying anyway, so what was the point in being rational? You threw away your morals a long time ago, so why be righteous now?

Keniaku was in his element, seducing yet another woman into his hold. He just couldn't help but feel that he could make you his own. "You're being too rational, love," Kenjaku chuckled, "Why not throw away your reason? Why not let your lust take the best of you?" He couldn't help but feel happy as your body reacted to whatever he did. He was a seducer, after all. He knew how to get into someone’s head and get exactly what he wanted. "How about it, my dear? How about you give me your body, and l'll give you one hell of a night."

"No..." you mumbled, shaking your head. Still holding on to what little reason you had left. "I'm tired of letting you use my body. I don't want to sleep with you, I want..." your breath hitched and you grabbed your head again, a dull aching pain beating in your temple from all the stress put on your body. You couldn't think clearly, and wasn't in a stable headspace. "I want Geto to love me but... Geto's gone. You stole him from me." You cried, ignoring the fact that Gojo had already killed Geto during the battle. Keniaku just took over his mind and body. Everything was your fault, you put yourself in this position and now you had to deal with the consequences

"Yes, and I'm here in his place... and I'II do so much more for you, love." Kenjaku tried to reassure you, hoping you'd just forget about the real Geto's love.

"Why don't you just forget about him? He is gone, so why not just accept my love? I'm the only person who could fill the emptiness in your heart... and do more than you can imagine." He couldn't resist touching your body again, even if you denied that you wanted his affection.

he put his right hand on the back of your head, suddenly Kenjaku’s hand fisted into your hair and yanked you closer, his grip tight enough that you couldn't even move your head, and without much effort, he forced you to kneel in front of a man who was no longer your beloved Geto. You were caught off guard by the unexpected movement, and your cheeks started to burn. Kenjaku forced your head to the side and crashed his lips onto yours, wasting no time in deepening the kiss, devouring your mouth as if he would never let you go.

Kenjaku loved the way you fought against him, your small body not being able to push him back at all. It only made him want you more, and he couldn't deny how good these fights made him feel. He pulled away once more, his lips glistening with your saliva as he sighed, "You're too cute, my love... I love it when you struggle." He placed your back on the floor, leaning over you so he could kiss the side of your neck, wanting to feel as if he truly owned you.

A gasp escaped your mouth when he forced you to the floor, going from on your knees to your back on the floor. He was pinning your body under his, trapping you inside his arms. Each time you tried to inch back a little control, pushing him away from your neck before you fell too deep, The curse would pull at your hair hard enough to make your eyes water. Kenjaku usually was quite rough with you when it comes to sex because he knew you would never deny him but this wasn’t about Kenjaku, this was about Geto and he was never this rough with you, the curse’s roughness was only proving you right that he couldn’t fully be Geto. You bit the inside of your lip to muffle the moans that wanted to escape your mouth when he pressed kisses along your neck. Unconsciously turning your head away, opening your neck wider which provided better access for him. “Stop! I can’t… it’s wrong. I won’t let you hurt me any longer!”

Kenjaku smirked, enjoying your resistance. "But, my love, I'm not hurting you" Kenjaku whispered, his lips brushing your neck once more, "I'm just showing you how much I love you. You don't have to struggle with me." Kenjaku enjoyed your reactions to his touches, having to resist the urge to bite your neck. "Why can't you just enjoy this? You know you can't deny our love... you know you want me." His voice sounded just like Geto’s, it messed with your head and made you confused. How could you refuse the curse when he sounded just like him? He said everything you wanted to hear to accept him, he knew you couldn’t deny his request while using Geto’s voice and face.

His touch was toxic and it hurt, you wanted nothing more than to be away from him. You wanted to cry more but you couldn’t, you had run out of tears long ago. “Im being serious Kenjaku, let me go.” You demanded, continuing to push against him to get him off you. Kenjaku sighed, annoyed that you continued to deny his love. But he knew how you really felt deep down. He gently pressed his finger over your lips to stop you speaking, "Shhh, love. I heard you the first time." Kenjaku's hands remained on your hair and on your hips as he brought himself to your neck again. He wasn't going to let you control this, even though you wanted him to. "This time, let me show you how good it feels to be loved by me."

Your breath hitched when he continued his attack on your neck and you hated yourself for reacting this way. When his tongue swiped across your neck, you began to experience a wave of emotions going through your body. This was too thrilling, too erotic, too magical. It made your body tremble with excitement. You couldn't understand what was happening to you. Truthfully, you didn't know if you wanted Kenjaku to stop. You wanted to let it happen. You wanted more. More contact, more passion. You wanted him to take you in his arms and make you his entirely. You needed more. You felt alive again in Kenjaku’s strong grasp, your breaths becoming ragged, his touch burning your skin. You whimpered, trying halfheartedly to escape his hold, to try and get away before you did something you would later regret. “ ‘m not your toy,” you mumbled.

"Oh, but you are, my love." Kenjaku had to stop himself from making your body shake too much. He didn't want to break you just yet. You needed to feel his love more. You needed to become his love. "You belong to me now," Kenjaku growled, "You're just afraid, my darling." He kissed you again, his hold only tightening as he did so. "But you want me so badly." That, Kenjaku could tell was the truth.

You reeled away from the kiss, turning your head away. His hand tugs at your hair again, pulling your head back and baring your throat to him. You feel the skate of his teeth before he allows you to look at him. “Everything about you is made for me. Your spirit and body are mine.” Something clicked in your brain like a switch had been flicked. You didn’t want to resist. You wanted to submit. To Suguru, to Kenjaku. You wanted to please them. This type of submission wasn’t demoralizing… It was freeing. Freeing her from the burden of inevitable death and rational thought. It was peaceful.

Kenjaku smirked, letting his hand fall out of your hair as he watched the change in your demeanor. "Good girl," Kenjaku whispered, "Now you see? It feels so good to just let go, to just accept the inevitable." Kenjaku had never felt more alive in Geto's body. He was completely in control of this woman now, your body and mind both his to please. He was in his element, in love with the idea of having you completely submit to him.

“You are a whore,” you mumbled and he looked at you with a mocking smirk, his gaze delving into the darkest crevices of your soul as you made yourself as small as possible, shrinking into yourself as you pointedly ignored the excited shiver racing up and down your spine.Yet you squeaked in response to his movements as he ran a hand up your leg and to your thigh, hiking up your dress in the process. Kenjaku couldn't stop from smirking at your reaction, feeling his own body begin to heat up as he continued to touch you, kneading your inner thigh, dangerously close to your needy cunt. It ached at the close proximity of his hand, almost begging him to come closer.

"You say I'm a whore, but you're the one who is letting me do this... You're showing yourself as a whore to me, right now. I wonder how you'd feel if I called you my little whore...? Would you like that?" He moved his body slowly until he was fully on top of you and positioned in between your legs, his hand now moving up your thigh further, just touching your inner thighs. I’m not a whore!, you wanted to protest. You had standards after all, only willing to spread your legs for the man you loved and not some curse who pretended to be him.

A hand slips into your underwear and drawing your attention back to the fact that Kenjaku had you like putty in the palm of his hands. He teased your cunt for a moment and then slipped up to begin circling your clit. Your entire body trembles as his other hand moved from your hair to pull down the top of your dress, your breasts spilling out. He finds one of your breasts, teasing your nipple with the same motion on your clit. Sharp teeth scrape the sides of your neck and you know that you’re close to losing yourself completely in pleasure already.

A breaking, overwrought whimper claws its way out of your throat, and you buck your hips needily and arches up into the warm, grounding touch. Your face was flushed and you could feel your body heating up, close to your climax. You were probably delirious from blood loss but that didn’t matter. “Mhm… ‘like that very much,” you moaned breathlessly. "Good girl," Kenjaku whispered, the curse smiling as he saw the way you reacted. He was in complete control of you, your heart and mind just begging to be broken by him. He moved his hand faster, his fingertips circling your clit quickly, switching to sticking two fingers in and rubbing a nonsensical pattern with his thumb against your clit. He could be giving you more, however, and he wanted to make sure you knew that.

You grabbed his wrist, determined to reach your orgasm. You held his arm in place as you fucked yourself on Kenjaku's hand. Kenjaku curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot just right to make you orgasm, gasping as you swallowed a moan. You rocked your hips, humping Kenjaku's hand needily as you came down from your high. “You look so pretty, love," Kenjaku coos, sliding his fingers against your folds to catch the dripping cum and lick it up. You visibly shudder, looking back at him, your eyes glossy, glazed over with arousal. You barely have the time to catch a breath before there are fingers at your lips and pressing into your mouth. You whimper as you recognize your own taste on them, tangy and musky-smelling, with a hint of iron from the blood staining your bodies. You accept them instantly of course, drooling a little as you lap at his fingers, sucking and curling your tongue around them. Kenjaku hums, high and pleased. “Want you now, fuck me, please” you said through his fingers and drool trickling down your mouth, desperate to feel him fully inside you, his fingers weren’t enough anymore.

He moved the top of his body off of you and sat up, a smirk on his face. He began to undo his pants, pulling them down to free his throbbing erection, precum leaking from the tip and veins pulsing in excitement. "Beg me."

“Please,” you pant, soft and pathetic and lost to it, “Please, please, please, yes, please, Suguru, Kenjaku, please –”

Kenjaku couldn't deny how hot that was—he wanted you like this more. "Please what? You gotta be specific, little whore." Kenjaku asked, enjoying how your voice had broken at his name. "You want me to truly defile you like the terrible monster I am?" Kenjaku asks, removing his fingers from your mouth and going back to messing with your sloppy cunt. "Say it."

Your hand tightens around his wrist, encouraging the way he's been languidly rubbing your clit. "Sugu—Kenjaku... please... defile my body from the inside out and make me yours." That's all Kenjaku needs to hear to flip your body around with your ass up, positioning your upper body to stay laying on the ground, and he fucks you that way while tugging at your hair again.

Without wasting time, he lined himself in front of your waiting cunt and pushed himself inside you, filling you. He wasn’t even inside you fully before he starting fucking you, hard. When he finally bottomed out inside you, kissed the bottom of your womb, he didn’t spend time enjoying it, pulling out and pushing back within seconds. You turned into a blubbering mess, tears streaming down your face. You arch your back further, pressing your chest against the floor and your ass moves with Kenjaku’s thrusts. Feeling the curse’s pelvis leave and return to smack against your ass. You would never be able to get over this sensation of bliss. Your body was tingling as pain and pleasure fucked through you and the two feelings mixed together. You wanted this everyday, whenever you could, before you died a shameful death. You wanted to be embraced by Kenjaku and continue to delude yourself into thinking it’s Geto, you wanted to feel loved and ecstasy while you are still alive. This love, this obsession will be the death of you but at this point, you don’t care. You have many regrets about Geto and your love and if given a chance you would do things differently but right now, you’re content with being a delusional whore, destined to die by a disease you have no business having.

The thick drag of his cock filling you roughly over and over again sending sparks skittering up your body, the pleasure unfurling like honey in your stomach. Kenjaku sets the perfect pace, the one he knows from experience when pleasuring you. It drives you crazy without fail every time, a perfect balance of roughly hard and excruciatingly thorough. Drool leaked from the corner of your mouth, dripping onto the ground as you tensed, eyes clenched shut, trying to hold back your orgasm. “Suguru,” you sobbed. “Suguru, please I’m—” Tears cascaded down your cheeks as your head went limp against the floor, your orgasm building quickly once more as you were at the very height of pleasure.

“Come for me,” Kenjaku whispered, ignoring the way you called the name of the man who was long gone. It was fine, as long as you continued to stay in his arms he was willing to play the part, he’s done it many times before.

And as if on command you’re cumming. The orgasm that crashed through your body overwhelmed you entirely, just barely staying conscious as your body twitched and your cunt tightened around his cock from cumming for the second time. Your head was foggy and you couldn’t think clearly anymore, whimpering as Kenjaku continued thrusting.

Kenjaku says something breathless that might have been between praise and affection, and your hole tightens again in response, drinking in his words entirely. He fucks you through your high, slowing but still intense enough that it dances on the edge of overstimulation. It doesn’t take long, just when the drag and stretch is starting to border on too much, that Kenjaku groans and thrusts deep into you one final time, shooting hot cum into your cunt and filling you up, some of it sputtering and spilling out despite him still being inside you.

You pant and heave for long minutes, as you come down from the high you feel as if you’re floating above yourself, barely in your own body anymore. Slowly, you roll over onto your back and you’re a beautiful sight. Panting and sweaty, your makeup ruined with mascara running down your cheeks and your lipstick was smudged, blood dripped from your mouth and surrounded and stained you both along with scattered rose petals in the mix.

It's breathtaking.

Kenjaku knows he won't be able to walk away unaffected by this. He'll forever be tied to this pitiful woman. "Don’t stop now," you mumble, spreading your legs wider, and Kenjaku watches his cum dribble from your entrance, gaping and fluttering around nothing. "Take me."

And, Kenjaku is so very happy to indulge your request.

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[killabratzzcherri]

♥︎. — ryomen sukuna x black!reader

♥︎. — she was his perfect partner, the only woman worthy of standing by his side. he was her husband, the only man accepting of her vile ways. Now that these two have finally reunited, the world with only know chaos.

♥︎. includes. — smut, black coded reader, evil reader, reader switches between 3rd & 2nd person, mentions of blood(nothing big), degradation, rough play, choking.

♥︎. tags. — @dejwrites

♥︎. note. — written for villainfuckers.com hosted by my girl @dejwrites . This was supposed to be the 2nd fanfic for this collab but suddenly I got inspiration at midnight last night and here I am the next night finishing it. While mind you, the original first piece was started months ago yet still isn’t even close to be finished. That’s sad.

It was a busy night in the city of Tokyo. The buzzing of life seemed even more abundant during the night than in the day.

It was a busy night in the city of Tokyo. The buzzing of life seemed even more abundant during the night than in the day.

From one of the highest penthouses in Tokyo, a brown-skinned woman slowly sat up from her king sized bed. She turned her head to look out the window overtaking the whole wall in front of her, the view of the brightly lit city there to greet her. She then stood up, revealing her naked body in the dark, and walked towards the wide-spread window that cover most of the wall of the room.

Placing her palm on the cold glass, her [e/c] eyes glowing a bright pink hue in the dark, and a chilling grin grew on her face. Her pupils resembling that of a heart. She placed a hand against her cheek and tilted her head before opening her mouth to speak.

❝He's back, Sukuna finally returned to me~❞

You wore a rather small tube-top black dress that showed off your curves, along with long black thigh highs with black high heels. You were breathtaking, to say the least, and you knew it. It was hard to miss your cocky smile and the model-like way you walked with confident strides.

No one knew the true demon stirring inside the woman who wore skimpy clothes and had the body even Aphrodite would be jealous of. No one knew the insatiable hunger that drove you crazy, that could never be filled no matter how many men she slept with. Even when she had room full of men, awaiting their turn to have a chance at getting even a slight taste of your divine presence. She still wanted something. She needed it.

No.

It wasn’t a something, but a someone. The only person who could warm your heart, the only one to hear your sweet laugh, to make you drop to your kneels with a simple look, the only one to dominate you. Your love.

But he was dead. You saw him be killed with your own eyes and the experience was… devastating to say the least. Sometimes you could still feel the blood sticking to your body from the aftermath of your unbridled rage. Although you knew he wasn’t completely dead, the sorcerers unable to destroy his fingers, you had eventually lost hope as there was no sign of him for centuries.

In that time you had taken your sorrow out in many ways, going on a sorcerer killing spree was the very first thing you did, resentful for what they had did to your beloved. After that, you went looking for comfort in the embrace of different men and women, wanting to fill the void of emptiness inside you. As the generations progressed, you dabbled a little in human affairs, from politics to business, you found a way to exploit humans corrupted nature. In the end, you had way more money than you actually cared for.

Your meaningless existence finally gained meaning when for the first time in over a millennium, you felt the familiar presence of your lovers power. It was at the dead of night and the excitement overwhelmed your body as you could only mutter a small sentence.

“He’s back, Sukuna’s finally come back to me.”

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Every since Itadori had eaten the cursed finger, he had a weird sense that someone was watching him. Whenever he felt that way the curse inside him, Sukuna, would yell inside his head, telling him to find her but he didn’t know who she even was. He’d figured that whoever was watching him was connected to Sukuna and it put him on edge, preparing for another life-threatening fight.

He confided in Gojo-sensei about it but he said that whatever thing that wanted to get to Sukuna would have to go through him. Which made Itadori feel a little bit safer and Sukuna only scoff at the idea. Itadori had tried to get Sukuna to tell him who she was but he only refused.

It was in the middle of the day when he finally got to meet you. It was outside of the school so no one knew that a curse had gotten so close to him and he had no chance to alert the others of his situation. It all happened so quickly. He was just walking down the street, behind the rest of his peers and teacher since he got held up by something. Just as he passed one of the many dark alleyways, a pair of arms came and wrapped him. One hand going to cover his mouth to prevent him from screaming and the other keeping him from escaping.

Itadori called for Sukuna, asking for his help but he didn’t answer. He squirmed around to break free from the perpetrator but they were to strong, not even flinching at the elbow to their stomach. The person went closer to his ear, speaking to him.

“Stop moving, will you? Keep squirming like that and I might end up cutting off a limb and I don’t think you humans can grow those back.”

The voice was sultry and smooth, it had a natural seductive tone despite the harsh and graphic words being said. Hearing this voice made his body relax for some reason, as if it wanted to obey the voice despite Itadori fighting this to try and get away.

The world around him began to warp and disappear and change, halting his resistance for a moment in confusion. He had been teleported before when Gojo-sensei took him to see his fight against that mountain looking curse. But this, this was different. It was if you were destroying and creating the location itself.

Itadori found himself standing in a fancy, modern bedroom. Lit by a dazzling hanging chandelier, a round canapé bed draped with sheer baby pink curtains. It was low with small steps leading up to the bed and he was in awe at the beauty of the room. He was brought out of his amazement when he felt the arms that were once binding him, slip from their tight grip and leave his body. A part of him wanted to jump back into their arms, to feel the warmth that they provided and submit but his mind was stronger than his body so he resisted.

He jumped back away from his captor, taking a defensive stance ready to fight if need be. Now that he was facing the person, he could see their actual appearance and his stance faltered at the sight. The woman in front of him was stunning, beautiful, gorgeous. Even putting Jennifer Lawrence to shame.

“Now now little lamb, I’m not gonna hurt you~ I simply want to speak with the creature inside you,” you spoke, breaking the tense silence.

Itadori was going to protest, to demand answers on why she had brought him here and why she wanted to speak to Sukuna. But before he could do any of that, his vision began to fade away and he could feel the loss of control of his body. He wanted to protest but he lost control and lost consciousness.

In his place, tattoos formed over the boy’s body and face, his hair taking on a more slicked-back look, his nails growing sharp and dark, and his body taking on a more chiseled shape. The transformation only serving to make your mouth water and heat pool to your core in lust. The man that now stood in front of you was your beloved, your darling, your husband.

“Sukuna.”

“Darling.”

His deep voice traveled through your body and weakened your knees, the nickname only adding to the fire. The smirk that followed was entrancing, his cockiness on full display. He knew the effect he had on you, he knew that for him, it didn’t take much to have you on your knees and begging for his touch. Just as you did to the other poor men and women that fell for you. He is the only one able to satisfy you.

You wasted no time in running into his embrace and planting a passionate kiss onto his lips. Even if it wasn’t his body, it was him and that’s all that mattered to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist as he held you up by your ass. You peppered his face with kisses, each ranging from the purpose of love to lust.

He chuckled in amusement as you showered him in affection. He wasn’t opposed to this, letting you express your excitement. It wasn’t long before you stopped, knowing his patience only ran so far. Instead, to quell your excitement at reuniting with your husband and to satisfy his growing desire, you said the thing that you’ve been waiting for every since you found him.

“Fuck me,” you spoke before diving in for another hot kiss. His tongue pushing its way into your mouth and your tongues dance with each other. He carried you over to your bed, his hands already moving to lift your dress and expose your lower half.

You were forced to separate when he dropped you onto the mattress, wrinkling the pristine sheets and comforter. You were panting, flustered just from kissing him and you were excited about what’s to come. Sukuna grew hard at the sight of you under him, the image never failed to excite him but after a millennium it really does it’s job of being a turn on.

He pressed his knee down onto the bed to lean over you, his hand moving to trance over your exposed cunt. Other hand weakly grip at your hair.

“Naughty naughty girl~ wearing no underwear? You’re practically begging to be fucked,” he purred, flicking your clit and making you mewl from the sensation.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he said. He kissed at your neck and squeezed at your inner thigh, avoiding your aching cunt.

“Fuck me! I don’t care how rough just put it in! Hurt me! Make me cry! Anything! Just please fuck me!” you cried out, pulling on his hair. You could feel the shit-eating grin forming on his face but you didn’t care. Your beloved has come back to you.

Sukuna chuckled and was quick to rip the front of your dress, your breasts spilling out from the tight fabric and on full display. He ripped off the top off his body and freed his leaking erection, making your mouth and cunt water in anticipation.

“You’re still a little freak, aren’t you?” Sukuna leaned down biting onto your throat and drawing blood and not bothering to lick it over, allowing it to trickle down your dark skin. He moved down to your cunt, spreading it open with two and placing his tongue inside as you wriggled beneath.

“Hurt me. Make me feel something. Don’t stop no matter what I say. Just make it hurt.”

“Stop ordering me around slut,” he said, voice low and dark, sending shivers down your spine. You felt his head and hand retreat from your cunt, reaching forward to curl around your throat, his grip dangerous to a regular human but arousing to you. He pulled you up to sit up and pressed your body flush against the warmth and hardness of Sukuna’s chest. “Behave, or I'll rip off your head and end your pathetic existence right here and now. Is that how you want to die, pet? Splayed out and dripping like the used whore you are?”

Usually you would submit, listen to him and took whatever he gave you. But you weren’t having it today, you had waited for him to return and now he’s gonna condemn you for getting to excited. You deserved to have a little control in this moment. You narrowed your eyes at him and moved your hand to grip at his hair, pulling his head back and forcing him to glare down at you with a frown.

“Listen here asshole, I’ve waited over hundreds of centuries for you to return to me. I deserve a little fucking respect so calm your goddamn ego and fuck me like I told you, you hear me?” you spoke, eyes glowing a menacing pink in warning.

Sukuna scoffed with a roll of his eyes, but conceded to your commands. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he shoved you back onto the bed, positioning his cock over your unprepared cunt. He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, holding them tightly over your head.

He pushed in, blood being the only other lubricant you had. You felt alive. More alive then you had been all this time.

You let out a loud cry as Sukuna tore your hole open, groaning as he bottomed out in one go. The tears were instinctual based purely on the pain alone, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. The high of feeling so much pain mingling with the pleasure of your g-spot being stimulated had you overwhelmed. There was something so euphoric about the pain you were experiencing, coupled with the feeling of blood running down your thighs to stain the pink bed sheets below them.

He pulled out slowly, before thrusting back in sharply and making you gasp. He thrusted in again, harder and nearly knocking the air out of your lungs. You whined, arching your body to try and handle the pleasure being given to you.

You shout and moan with every movement. Usually you would be more reserved, bratty and make someone work for the honor of even touching you, but right now, your nothing but a slut for your husband to cum in and use however he wants. A whore meant to be obedient and fucked. So you think being an obscene slut fits the situation.

"Fuck… fuck! yes," you moan. "Fuck me harder, harder, please! I want it, please! "

“What did I say about ordering me around?”

You whine softly in overstimulation, legs squirming in Sukuna's hold which only makes you gummy wall to rub and squeeze around the cock thrusting inside you. It makes Sukuna groan and grip tighter at your legs to keep you still in that position.

He backed off as he fucked into you, one hand gripping your breat, the other still holding your wrists together over your head. He pounded into your ruined and sloppy cunt, your makeup and hair messy from the sheer roughness of his movements. He admire this image of such a powerful and vile woman, defeated by a mere good fucking. To him, it was empowering.

“Your cunt’s so tight, slut. You get off on pleasing men like me? You get off on whoring yourself out to anyone with a bit of authority? Fucking pathetic.” He growled, biting into the other side of your neck hard enough to draw blood again. You whimpered, kicking your legs as you let Sukuna ruin, hurt, and degrade you.

“Stop moving, or this is gonna hurt a lot more.” He retorted, his thrusts growing more erratic and sloppy. You could tell he was getting closer to his climax just as you were. Grunts and moans filling the bedroom walls, accompanied by the smack of skin against skin. With every thrust you felt yourself growing more and more closer to the edge, just needing the final push.

“Sukuna, I’m going- mhm, Please… master! I’m going to cum, I’m- ahh!”

You were cut off by a bruising kiss, Sukuna grabbing you by the chin and capturing your lips as he came inside of you. His hot semen filled your cunt and womb to the brim, his name spilling like a prayer from your mouth. You’d never admit it, but the absolute euphoria of finally having your love in your arms, coupled with your overstimulated body was that final push that pushed you over the edge. You came over Sukuna’s cock, both your orgasms mixing inside you and spilling out onto your bed sheets.

You laid there, on your back, panting hard as Sukuna released you and got up. He was about to go and get something to clean you off with, but he felt your hand grip onto his wrist. He turned to look at you and you looked at him with a confused expression.

“Where are you going? You’re not done yet. You’ve got whole centuries to make up for”

“But-“

“Don’t ‘but’ me, you don’t stop until I say you can stop. That annoying sorcerer won’t notice that kid’s disappearance for a while so bring your ass back over here and fuck me,” you barked.

Sukuna, for the first time since being reawakened, remembered why a part of him was afraid of you. Nevertheless, he chuckled and shook his head, obeying your words and returning back to your sweet embrace. Pulling you into another passionate kiss.

After all, he too was a sucker for his spouse.

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[killabratzzcherri]

♥︎. — doflamingo donquixote x reader

♥︎. — no matter how far away you run, bad habits always seem to catch up to you. doflamingo was one of those bad habits you tried to run away from. in the end, you never stood a chance.

♥︎. includes. — angst, black!reader, female!reader, slavery, violence, toxic relationship, infidelity, dubcon, fingering, rough sex, choking, mild bondage, biting, humiliation, degradation, mind break.

♥︎. tags. — @dejwrites

♥︎. Inspiration. — valentino by years and years ft. mnek // jokes on you by charlotte lawrence

Doflamingo is a bad man.

There was no rebuttal or argument to that statement. Even his closest members could attest to these words. He was feared throughout the land of Dressrosa and partook in unforgivable acts, killing even his parents and the brother who he loved.

One of his other notable actions was his interest in woman. More specifically, a certain woman. It wasn’t uncommon for men like him to abuse their power and use women like objects. From kidnapping to just buying a female slave, they raped and killed women as they saw fit. You were not an exception.

When Doflamingo first met you, your previous master was selling you after growing fearful of you. He wouldn’t explain why and was quick to offer you to doflamingo for a low price. It was suspicious to say the least. One wouldn’t sell a slave for such a low price and the look of fear that covered the man’s face was evident. That could’ve been chalked up to not wanting to anger him, but a noble like him was to stuck up to show fear like he did.

If you were a dangerous and volatile person then he could’ve easily killed you, no matter how strong someone is. They could easily become a slave with the right restraints and training. As soon as the transaction was completed, the noble sent one last fearful glare towards your battered form before making a quick getaway. Doflamingo narrowed his eyes behind his rose-tinted glasses and stood for a moment staring at the back of the far gone noble. His last words replaying in his head.

“Be careful with her, she’s fucking crazy”.

Initially, he planned for you to work as a palace worker, maybe even as an test subject for his artificial devil fruits if it came to it. However, you were to intriguing for him to just leave your side that quickly. Throughout the whole exchange you just stood there with a bored and blank expression, as if you didn’t care that you were being sold like a object. While it was common for slave to lose their sense of self in the slave life, they still showed some sort emotion to being sold from noble to noble. Whether is be sadness from being separated or fear of whether their new master will be worst than the last. Doflamingo had a knack for sensing the negative emotions in people.

When you both returned to the palace, he ordered the other female slaves to clean you up and make you presentable. He hadn’t seen you for most of the rest of the day as he had other stuff to attend to. He was confused on why it was taking so long for the maid to wash you up.

It was the end of the day and he was retiring to his room to rest for the night when he saw you again. The maid had misunderstood his intentions and thought you were just another sex slave he had bought. They had cleaned and groomed you to udder perfection, just the way they knew he liked it. You sat on his plush bed with a pink lace lingerie set, your face adorning light makeup that made your face look similar to that of a doll.

While at first Doflamingo had no intention of using you for sex, now that all the grime and dirt was washed away and the maids did their work. You looked absolutely stunning, and there was no way he was going to pass on opportunity to bed you.

As he was using you as his personal fuck toy, your personality did a complete 180 as your black and expressionless face turned into pleasure and lustful. You were very vocal about how he was making you feel and he was sure the whole hallway could hear your pleas and moans. He was surprised at the sudden turn of character but it wasn’t one he didn’t welcome.

The way your cunt felt around his cock was a sensation he hadn’t felt before in any other of his slaves. It felt like you were sucking him in every time he pulled out, and it was addicting. What really made him hooked was when after he was done with you, having spent all his energy into fucking you into the mattress. You still had the audacity to climb on top of his spent form and fuck yourself on his sore cock.

At the time, he was to out of it to see that crazy look in your eyes. Despite being tired, he did not disappoint in thrusting into you with his remaining strength, causing you to let out a small gasp and your back to arch. He was slightly annoyed you wanted to continue without his permission, but he the urge to satisfy your needs. The sheer tightness of his grip on your waist was sure to leave bruises in the morning but he was the last person to care. The fast and rough pace of his thrust were dumbifying as the pleasure left your mouth open in silent screams and moans. The sinful sounds of skin slapping echoed through the room as endured his rough pace and cried out in euphoria when he ripped out orgasm after orgasm out of you.

Before you were taken in by Doflamingo, you didn't care much for sex. You accepted your fate as your previous master’s sex toy but you never enjoyed it or was interested. But when Doflamingo came along and showed you just what a real orgasm felt like, you were instantly hooked on sex. You didn’t care what he did with you as long as he continued to satisfy your new addiction.

It was then that your fate was decided as his personal and favorite sex toy. It was common to see you walking around the castle with nothing but a barely covering bikini top and a silk skirt with separate panels suspended from a metal belt. It would be easier to list what it was covering than what it was revealing. This was so that whenever Doflamingo had the urge to fuck you, that all your parts were easily accessible. And it didn’t matter when or where he had the urge, he could be in the middle of a meeting and you would be in full view to everyone as you sucked his cock, and somehow, you always looked pretty while doing it. His “family” wouldn’t dare say anything about it, they would just continue with the meeting as if everything was normal. Because in Doflamingo’s eyes, it was.

This dynamic continued for years, with Doflamingo ruling over Dressrosa and you sitting right at his feet like a lap dog, his hand running through and resting on your head. Sometimes he would even let you sit on his lap, but that was only when he wanted something more than you sitting there. There would be citizens of the island begging for their request to be fulfilled or someone coming to challenge his authority. And there you were, bouncing prettily on his cock, cheeks flushed and eyes rolled back as you try to reach your high, uncaring of being watched or possibly being in the way.

On occasion, he would put in a slight piece of effort of thrusting into you, he liked to hear your surprised moan and your hands gripping his thighs to center yourself. He also had a habit of pulling your hair, rather roughly at that as it forced you to strain your neck. When he did this you could see the people behind you, watching your shameful actions with uncomfortable and shifty expressions. Instead of it embarrassing you, it only served to further excite you and motivate you to reach your next high.

Against your better judgment, it was safe to say that you were actually falling in love with Doflamingo. Perhaps it was a severe case of Stockholm Syndrome but you couldn’t exactly deny to fluttering in your chest whenever Doflamingo came to seek you out when you were doing other tasks. He made you feel special when he made you exclusively his unlike his other sex slaves, who were free to be used by the other family members. When he had to travel to other islands he would always bring you back something whether it be jewelry, lingerie he wanted you to wear, or new clothes. The thing you treasured the most though was a custom collar that Doflamingo had gotten for you. It was pink with two silver D’s connected at the front. You couldn’t have been more prouder to show it off and you wore it with pride.

From what Doflamingo can remember, everything started going downhill when he allowed you to go outside and to the city. He knew you were obedient and was obsessed with him as he was with you so he had no qualms about letting you wander outside. And even you were excited, no matter how much you loved Doflamingo, you missed having the sun in your face and watching the different life of the townspeople.

Of course you were always accompanied by a family member, he couldn’t put that much trust in you, but you were fine with it as long as you were able to go out. The first few outings were fine, when out you would dress more modestly than at the castle but still wore the collar to show people who you belonged to. At the end, you would always tell him about the sights you saw and new foods you tried. He couldn’t lie and say that seeing you so happy over something (that’s not his dick) made a weird feeling of his own in his chest.

However, after a few short months of this Doflamingo noticed a change in your behavior. You became distant and more focused on fulfilling his needs than yours just to get away quicker. You weren’t as opening about your feelings as before, you didn’t tell him about your outings as much. He sometimes noticed your longing gaze when you thought he wasn’t looking. When he asked the family member attending to you, they reported that you would spend more time in jewelry shops looking in the ring section, or you would stare at couples in the streets, and that you would stop and stare through a wedding shop window when there was a wedding dress displayed.

Doflamingo had frowned at this information as he slowly started to piece the puzzle together. He wasn’t dumb to what you were obviously going through and he wasn’t having it. You were nothing more than his slave, he held no real feelings towards you. It was idiotic of you to catch feelings for him and he wasn’t going to let you continue on with this idea.

He didn’t confront you, instead he decided to pull away, to entertain his other toys that he had been neglecting. It started out small, like not calling for you at the usual times or dismissing you quicker than normal. You thought he was just busy, that he would surely go back to smothering you when he was finished. But then it got worse. He would go a whole day without calling for you and when you tried to initiate something yourself, he would push you away or glare at you. He never did that before.

You was scared to see the truth, so you kept on hurting. You noticed when things started to get bad. You was so fixated on everything they fed to you in the beginning, that you ignored everything happening in the present. The lying, the sleeping around, and the manipulative tactics. You realized it all, but because you wanted so much more for the two of you. You pretended like it didn't affect you when it really broke you.

Your worst fears were coming true as you could only sit and watch as your beloved master was apparently losing interest in you.

The final straw was when you caught him fucking another woman in the same personal bedroom that he had gifted to you. It wasn’t even some lowly slave like you either, it was the former princess of Dressrosa. Watching the man you had feelings for ravage another woman, that was far better than you in every way, was heartbreaking. You could tell that she didn’t even like it, that she was forced into this position yet Doflamingo looked like he was enjoying it. Did you mean so little to him that you were so easily replaced by a woman who didn’t even want him?

With all this turmoil and heartache, you couldn’t handle being by his side any longer. Not only because of the fact he didn’t care for you anymore but because you were afraid of what his indifference could mean for your future. You saw what his experiments turn out like, you didn’t want to end up like them. It was settled, you would run away from the palace and your shackles.

One thing you've learned as you grew older, is that no one is irreplaceable. Especially not someone who has been horrible to you. once you realized your worth, you saw how much more you deserved. if that means cutting ties with someone you once loved, then that's what you had to do.

Unlike most slaves, you didn’t need a hardcore plan to escape. Doflamingo’s first mistake was removing your bomb collar to put on your collar, you also knew all the schedules of every family member and worker inside the palace, and most importantly, knew which ship rides sailed off or came in. All thanks to sitting in meetings and pretending to be a mindless whore. You put your plans in motion the next night, it wasn’t hard to fake your usual bimbo nature and garner no suspicion.

It was surprisingly easy to sneak out in the dead of night during one of the guards shift rotations. You were able to use some of the money you had to pay for a ticket to board a cargo ship. You were careful to hide your slave mark that adorned most of your back with a dress and jacket. For once, you were grateful for Doflamingo being so possessive of you and hiding you away most of the time as the captain of the ship didn’t recognize your face. You acted like a desperate (but not to desperate or else it would be suspicious) woman who needed to catch the next ship over to a far away island to close a business deal. Acting like a separate branch of Doflamingo’s delegate. The captain was quick to let you ride the ship, not wanting to inadvertently anger Doflamingo himself.

As you sat on the rocking ship, listening to the waves hit the wood and the creaking of the floorboards as the workers busted their asses. To you, it was foreign and new, it was scary yet exciting at the same time. The realization that you had escaped from under Doflamingo’s thumb without much hassle was exhilarating. There was still a part of you that was on high alert and fearful, waiting for some type of enemy fire that belonged to Doflamingo. Fearful that he had realized you escaped and was coming after you, coming to take you back, coming to kill you.

But as the night progresses and the sun begins to rise, you let out a breathe that you had been holding in. The ship was far out of Dressrosa territory now and to far for him to catch up anytime soon. As soon as the cargo ship landed on its first island, you exited the ship and bid the captain farewell. From then on you took ship to boat until you were as far away from him as possible, and for the first time in your life, you were free.

When Doflamingo had noticed your disappearance, it was midday and the usual time you would come seek him out. He hadn’t been all to worried at first when you didn’t arrive since you did walk in on him, he knew how emotional you could get sometimes. However; after sometime he decided to find you out himself, after all, even if his plan was to crush your feelings you were still his favorite sex toy and he couldn’t help but crave the warm, gummy walls of your cunt and the way your body molded and shifts in his hands, or the way your face contorted with pleasure when he hit that perfect spot.

He searched the walls for your short form and asked the passing people if they had seen you. They all had shaken their heads and say they hadn’t seen you since last night. After search most of the castle he went to your room, already in a bad mood for having to search for you. When he got to your room he busted open your door with clear intent to let you have it, but he froze when he was greeted with a empty bedroom. His heart began to race as the possibility of you running away was clear. He went into the room to look for signs of an escape but none of your stuff had been taken. When he was about to leave and do a deeper search of the castle something caught his eye from the bed.

He went closer to the bed and his stomach dropped and his anger rose. There on the bed laid the collar he had gotten you, nearly folded and beside it laid a note saying one simple word.

“Bye”

The castle erupted in chaos after that, members searching the entire castle for you, ships deployed to catch any ship that had departed from the island last night. Even with all this, a part of Doflamingo knew you were gone but he didn’t care. You were his woman and he was getting you back no matter what, even if he has to travel across the world for you.

It’s been five years since you escaped and the only way you could describe it was, freeing. You were born into slavery, a product of rape from your mother’s master so you never knew what it felt like to be free. At first it was scary, always looking over your shoulder for danger, being suspicious of anyone who looked at you for to long or funny. But as time moved by with no incident, you slowly grew comfortable with your life.

You had traveled to a rather populated island, so that if someone did come looking for you it would take them quite awhile, giving you enough time to get away. The hiding of your slave mark was a difficult task, covering it with a large amount of waterproof makeup. Overall, you could proudly say that you had escaped slavery.

Your greatest achievement though was getting a husband. A man who consistently pursued and loved you. At first you tried to turn him down, believing that you didn’t deserve his love but he was persistent and eventually got you with his love. Making you a housewife and taking over the role of moneymaker; in the beginning, it disturbed you at first because it was almost like slavery all over again except disguised as him taking care of you. But over time you grew content with your life, happy even, with the peaceful living.

In his eyes, you had never experienced a fall from grace. You had always been the pretty little smart, sweet, happy-go-lucky, and easy on the eyes woman. He was convinced you were an angel right here on earth. To your dear husband, there was nothing wrong that you could ever do. Any time you broke one of his loosely defined rules like “no revealing clothes,” all it took was batting your eyelashes and a noncommittal apology before you were back in his good graces. In his eyes, you were the perfect housewife. It didn’t matter to either of you that you were spoiled rotten.

As long as you continued to run around in your short sundresses or look at him with those puppy-dog eyes as you ask him to fuck your pretty cunt before heading off to work. Then he could continue letting go of those fleeting moments of uninterest in your eyes, or the moments where you seem to be somewhere else as he makes love to you for the fifth time that day.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to ask him to cum inside you, begging even, claiming you wanted his baby and to have a family. This always unsettles him, he already has insecurities on whether he is actually pleasuring you and now your asking for a baby. He’s not sure he’s ever even made you cum before. Whenever you ask him, he always shys away, pulling out and cumming on your stomach or back. It only further upset him when you seemed so distant from him.

Maybe, just maybe, this woman who appears infatuated with him will revive his confidence.

The perfect life you were living was quickly destroyed before you could properly enjoy it.

It was supposed to be a normal day of peacefulness until there was a knock on your door. It made you confused because you weren’t expecting anyone nor did you order anything to be delivered today. Still, you went to open the door. Your heart dropped to your stomach and your face fell at the sight of a familiar body towering over you. Your body tensed, old habits resurfacing and you fought to not lower your head to avoid eye contact.

When you quickly tried to close the door on him, he simply forced the door opened and forced his way in. His signature pink fur coat was draped over his shoulders and his smile only served to scare you. Despite your fear, you wouldn’t back down without a fight.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” you demanded, not daring to raise your voice at him but still holding your ground.

You didn’t expect it to work but it was still insulting when his first reply was a boisterous laugh as if what you said was amusing to him. You felt your anger rise and you glared at him.

“What the fuck is so funny!? Get. out.” You restated, close to losing your whatever restraint you had.

In an instant he stopped laughing and his arm shot out, his hand gripping your lower face and forcing you further into the apartment and against a nearby table. You scratched at his hand, desperately trying to pry it off of you. Doflamingo only tightened his gripped and smiled at your scared expression.

“Now now, that’s no way to talk to your master. Being free has obviously been a bad influence on you~” he spoke, his words only making you glare daggers at him. “I’m here to collect what’s rightfully mine”.

Suddenly, he flipped your body around and forced your upper body to lay on the table and your legs to spread. You gasped in surprise and you tried to close your legs but he stopped you by using his strings. He used one of his hands to keep your hands bound behind your back. You were embarrassed by the suggestive position and fought to break out of his iron grip.

He flipped up the skirt of your dress, revealing your bare ass and cunt. You strained your head to look back at him, fearful of his intentions.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!? Stop it!-“

You were shut up by him shoving in two of his long fingers into your cunt. The pain of the forcefulness and sudden pleasure caused you to let out a silent scream.

“Didn’t I tell you to watch your mouth? You’ve become such a naughty girl, you used to be my perfect toy and look what happened,” he said in fake sadness. He scissored his fingers inside you, making you squirm under him. “Guess I’ll have to teach you that you belong to me and not some weak, ugly piece of shit you call a husband”.

“Don’t you dare talk about him like that! He’s hell of a lot better than scum like you!” you yelled, defending your husband.

Instead of getting angry like you expected him to he chuckled, “is that so? I’ve got to say, you have poor judgment skills”. You scowled and furrowed your brows in confusion, “what’re you talking about?”.

Doflamingo didn’t reply in words but took his fingers out you, leaving you to feel a sense of emptiness as you were close to finishing. He took out a video snail and played a recording of your husband have sex with another woman. Their voices were clear when he declared that she was better than you, saying how you made him feel like he was lacking.

You watched with absolute disgust and disdain for the man you called husband. However, there was no heartbreak or sadness as you never truly loved the man. Still, it was distasteful for the man you grew to like to betray you in such a way and then berate you during the act.

Despite all this, you are still resistant towards Doflamingo. “So what? you think that is gonna break me? I’ve handled worse having to deal with your ass. All the shit I’ve had to deal with to please you only for you to go a fuck a woman who didn’t even want you, hates you even. I’m done putting up with your bullshit Doflamingo,” you spat, pure venom dripping from your words.

It was silent for a moment. The video had stopped playing and there was so movement. You thought that your words had finally pushed him over the edge and he was going to kill you, after all there was no way he would leave here without killing you out of revenge. To send a message to other slaves who even think about running away.

The silence was interrupted when he shoved his two fingers back into your cunt. The action causing your body to tense in surprise and making you let out a moan you suppressed.

“It looks like I need to reteach you that the only time you should make a noise is when your screaming my name, moaning in pleasure, or on the rare occasion that your asked to speak,” he said. Expertly moving his fingers to help you reach your climax, pressing against your g-spot and scissoring.

You couldn’t make out any sensible words to fire back at him, forced to bow your head in pleasure. Just as you were about to finish, he pulled his hand away, leaving you unsatisfied and dripping. Tears were streaming down your face and you whimpered at the loss of his fingers, you could feel yourself slipping back into your sex-driven mindset.

Doflamingo leaned down, pressing his body against yours and brought his mouth next to your ear. “You know you want me,” he says softly, his hand caressing your inner thigh, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it a shiver down your spine. “and it’s killing you.”

You turned to look at him with a weak glare before muttering a single word.

“Die”.

He sighed and shook his head in disappointment, his frown turning back to a smile. He moved his hand back to your cunt and rubs his thumb against your clit and his middle near your entrance, pushing ever so slightly as if he needs to remind you of just how much you love having him inside of you.

"Tell me how fucking bad you want it, slut," he whispers from behind you, keeping his tone low and silky. “Tell me how much you want my cock inside your pussy, pounding into you and turning you into a complete slut like old times,” he crooned in your ear. And fuck, that word. You hated to admit it but being called a slut is something Doflamingo has always done to turn you on.

Shuddered sobs erupt from your lips at his filthy words as you squirm against his body, pressing yourself onto his clothed erection, finally giving in to the pleasure. “Fuck, please please please I’ll be good, I’ll do anything- please fuck me!”

It was those three words that had Doflamingo grinning like a mad man. He picked your body up from the table and threw you over his shoulder with little regards of your safety. You let out a surprised yelp as you instinctively grabbed onto the back of his shirt for security. It’s been a while since someone manhandled you and so easily at that, that the action only served to arouse you further, your cunt drooling in anticipation for what’s to come.

Doflamingo makes his way towards you and your husband’s shared bedroom in long strides. You grunt as he drops you onto the bed on your back. You unconsciously scoot away from him, still trying to somewhat resist him; however, you weren’t able to get very far as he grabbed your ankle to dragged your body back towards him at the foot of the bed. The action also making your short dress rumple up to your waist, showing off your bare, soaked, lower half.

You let out a gasp when Doflamingo spins you around and puts you face down onto the bed, yanks your wrists behind your back, and wrapping them with his string. The thin material digging into your soft skin, threatening to break skin and draw blood if you struggle just to much. It only takes a few seconds, and Doflamingo steps back to admire the picture, a gorgeous body and round ass, cunt dripping onto the sheets from between your open thighs, the blush on your face. The way your skin reddens immediately when he swats your ass, hard enough to make a noise and cause you to jump in shock and pain.

Your natural response was to try and move away from him, but he grabbed your hips and pulled you back. “Where do you think you’re going?” He tauntingly asked.

He positioned his body behind yours and the anticipation of his next action was killing you. Doflamingo snickered at your bodies reaction to him, just sliding his fingers along your cunt had your body shaking in desire. Even though he wanted to tease you further, he was working with borrowed time.

A loud gasp followed by an unrestrained moan tumbled from your lips as the older male finally pushed his throbbing cock inside your aching cunt. Doflamingo didn’t give you any time to adjust, immediately pounding away and filling the house with shameless slapping sounds of skin hitting skin along with your pleasured cries. It was nothing at all like sex with your husband, it was so much more consuming, as though you were being devoured whole. You reveled in the feeling.

You could never go back from this point ever again. Not after you’ve been reintroduced to the pleasure that Doflamingo provided you. It was hard enough on you these past few years to restrain yourself and accept the mediocre sex your husband provided you, but now that you had a taste of that euphoria pleasure again. You don’t think you can go back to that mundane life again.

Doflamingo’s pace had grown merciless and his thrusts were brutal. You felt like you were being torn in half, and yet, you’ve never felt more euphoric. There was tears streaming down your face, ruining your mascara and staining the pillow under you. It came to the point where the ecstasy was driving you over the edge, making you feel as though you were dying. The experience was equally terrifying and exciting.

The moment you felt that knot in your stomach pop, your voice had long gone hoarse as you let out a strained scream and arched your back in pleasure. Your legs were weak and wobbly from the orgasm, you were only able to stay in your position by Doflamingo holding your lower body up. You didn’t even have the chance to realize he had orgasmed as well with a low grunt, filling you cunt to the brim with his semen.

It was still for a moment, both taking a second to ride out their highs. Your body twitching with adrenaline and ecstasy, little dribbles of drool falling from your mouth. Doflamingo looked down at you, noticing your blank, lustful expression, signifying that he finally broke whatever resistance you had left. You were finally his pretty little whore again. The one he fell in love with, in the twisted way that he felt love.

He also enjoyed the scene that he created, with you on your knees, face shoved in the pillows, your cunt full, cum leaking out and down your legs. Trembling and whimpering for more as you’re completely at his mercy. He grins down at you triumphantly. With renewed vigor, he pushed back into your cunt with no hesitation, pounding into you, forcing more cum into your sloppy hole. All wet and needy just for him as he holds your head into the pillow whilst he fucks you from behind. Making your legs shake and the bruises reminding you who truly owns your holes. Who rightfully owns every inch of your body. From the hair that is always in his grip to the toes that curl and stretch from dumbifying pleasure.

He grabs your hair and pulls you against his chest. Forcing you to arch your back in a uncomfortable position and making you look up at him. His long, slender fingers slipping down around your neck to choke you till your head is fuzzy. You’re moaning, damn near sounding like a cheap porn star, but you don't mind because you know Doflamingo likes it. You know he wants to hear more with the way he angles his hips ever so slightly to kiss your cervix with the tip of his cock. Your breath catching in your throat and your knees threaten to give out.

His hands tighten around your throat, you could feel his hot breath as you strained your neck from his grip to look up at him. "Fuck, just like that”, he groaned.

A part of you felt like laughing. Just like what? What’re you even doing? You’re forced to stay still for him, letting him do whatever that sick mind of his can come up with. Not that you were complaining so much about it. Just as you were about to attain another orgasm, he stops moving his hips, his cock balls deep inside of you.

You could feel the mixture of his semen and your cum dripping inside of you. Your almost whining, pleading for friction inside of you. Then Doflamingo starts grinding his hips against your ass, not thrusting at all but moving his cock in circles inside of you. You let out a quiet whimper, it felt too good to get angry at him for not continuing to fuck you.

But, you were a impatient woman, so after a minute of grinding, you were fed up and started moving your hips forward and then back again. You could sense the grin on his infuriatingly handsome face, and he snaps his hips against yours, hard. You could practically feel it in your spine, a loud gasp exiting your lips.

“You’re so tight,” he says, “I’m filling you so deeply, you like that, slut? I bet there’s a bulge in your stomach from where I’m fucking you.”

His words were like static at this point as your eyes practically roll to the back of your head as Doflamingo begins to truly fuck into you and you lose your head. Can’t think of anything past the sensations of his cock fucking your cunt. Pleasure from him hitting your g-spot with each thrust, a hand warm and steady on your hips.

You jerked your hips onto his cock and moaned, coming all over yourself, the sheets, and Doflamingo. You squirmed and writhed and cried, rolling up into Doflamingo's firm thrusts, finally freeing your hands from his strings to clutch at his arms to try and ground yourself. You still wanted more. He leaned down and nuzzled against your neck.

"That's it. Let master teach you a lesson. Be a good girl."

"Please..." The desperation in your voice was appalling, desperate, and hypnotic. You had succumbed to your suppressed desires and wanted nothing more to be Doflamingo’s again, to be devoured by his greed and lust, to be nothing more but a lowly lover.

"Please what, slut?"

"Please..ahh.., please master, please King, please Doffy! I’ll be good, let me be your good girl, do anything you say, please please please..."

"That's it," Doflamingo growled, nipping at your neck. "Tell me all about it, slut."

"Your slut," You promised, arching, grinding yourself up into his thrusts, which were quickly ramping up to brutal. "Wanna be a good slut for master, good slave for my King, let you cut me up any way you want, be the Joker's little pet, just teach me, keep me, love me, please love me..." you rambled.

"I love you," Doflamingo promised, rasping into your ear, and you wailed as you came, hard and crying and clutching, wringing a long moan and a hard, heaving, gushing orgasm from Doflamingo's entire body.

As your body fell onto the bed, the sobbing continued and your words slurred into thank you’s and please’s and love you’s and don't pull out yet, Doflamingo supposed it didn't matter. He had gotten what he wanted either way and if possibly getting you pregnant meant you would stay by his side then he didn’t care, he needed a new heir anyways.

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♥︎. — muzan kibutsuji x reader

♥︎. — she was his beloved treasure, one of the sole reasons why he kept fighting. he was her wicked savior, the sole reason she had became one with the darkness.

♥︎. includes. — angst, implied!black!reader, female!reader, slavery, mentions of rape and sa, gore/blood, violence, toxic relationship, canon divergent, manga and ending spoilers, fingering, penetration, biting, degradation.

♥︎. tags. — none

♥︎. author’s note. — this is poorly written and it’s heavily rushed towards the end but I still hope you enjoy!

Everything began on that day.

Everything began on that day.

You were a beautiful woman. With your brown skin and dark hair, twisted and braided into a style foreign to the land. You stood out among the pale-skinned and tanned people. Your beauty was chalked up to the result of the western beauty standards. However, despite your beauty, the treatment you received was not something a person of your appearance would experience. After all, you were a slave. Sold to the highest bidder like livestock. When your master first bought you, he stripped you bare and had the other servants wash you to try and rid of the “black ink” on your skin. I was only when your skin started turn red and bleed after the continuous rough scrubbing. Did your master realize that the brown color was your natural skin color.

For a short while, he was outraged that the slave trader had scammed him of his money. Going as far as demanding that they be brought to him and accept punishment. Soon though, he had come to accept you as a servant. You were fast and efficient with your chores, and you were definitely easy on the eyes as well. Something that irked him about you, was that you rarely showed emotion. You always kept an impassive expression on your face, and looked at him with your dull eyes as if you weren’t really looking at him.

Your master was a bad and sadistic man, and when you gave him a lack of response upset him. So, he did whatever he could to get a reaction out of you. Beating you, killing or whipping whoever got close to you in front of you, upping your chores, accusing you of crimes you didn’t commit. Even going as far as making you lay in bed with him against your will. But even as he defiled and tainted you in the worst ways possible, you remained somehow even more emotionless as before. Looking like a doll as you put up with everything he did to you.

As time passed, your master grew even more angry with you and you took it. You tried to fake an emotion to appease him but that only angered him more, thinking you were mocking him. He beat you worse that day and you never tried again. All this happened behind closed doors, and when guests were over, he would doll you up and send you out to entertain his guests. Especially the male ones as they stared at your exotic form with awe and lust. They had no restraint with touching and speaking with you as they pleased. Through these social events, you learned a lot of stuff that was happening in your area. Whether it be gossip or news, you knew it all. People had oil on their tongues when a lowly slave was around.

Despite your pretty face and slender body, your skin was littered with scars from beatings. Parts of your skin blackened from all the hard work. Soon enough, your master grew tired of you. Sending you off to serve his sickly son as a sort of punishment. Seeing as none of the other slaves and maids wanted to near or tend to him, not wanting to be close to such a sickly person. But you didn’t mind, you simply bowed your head in recognition of your assignment. It didn’t take long for you to move into the separate building, you didn’t own much and the things you did were easy to move.

Meeting you master’s sick son was probably the most important encounter you’ve had in your life. His name was Muzan, and he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. When you first saw him, something in your heart fluttered, and for once you were thankful of your dark skin to hide your probably flushed cheeked. Despite his pale skin and frail body, you saw a handsome man who only yearned to be somebody important. You didn’t express your feelings though, that would be something you took to the grave. No matter how much your master disliked Muzan, and discarded him as a burden. He was still ranks above you and it would be blasphemy for him and you to have any sort of relationship past master and slave.

So you locked away your emotions and did your duty with the best of your abilities. For some time, you both rarely shared words apart from the formalities. However, as time slowly passed, you and him gained a trustful relationship. He was the only person who saw your smile and heard your quiet laugh. Who could sometimes feel your hair on the rare occasion you’re feeling bold and didn’t care about boundaries. Who saw your eyes change from their usual dull hue to hold sympathy at the sight of his illness flaring up. The only person who could see your face show any emotion besides indifference. The only person who could get a reaction from you from his lingering touches and flirty words.

Your relationship has long passed just a master and his slave. From longing touches and gazes, to secret kisses behind closed doors and lovesick conversations made in the dead of night to keep from getting caught. It was a whirlwind for you, to go from being an empty shell to being a human being in love. With her masters son no less. However, you didn’t care about what your master thought. This time, you wanted to be selfish, you wanted to love this man freely and be happy.

And nothing was ever going to take him away from you.

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You first found out about Muzan’s transformation when he had killed one of the maids that attended to him. You had noticed his strange behavior after the doctor had visited him. After all, you were the one to dispose of the body. It was on one of your round trips around the manor when you heard a lowly thud. The sound was so quiet that you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t been paying attention. You ran to the general direction where the sound came from and a small amount of fear ran through you.

The only room in that direction was Muzan’s bedchambers, since he preferred to be alone. So he stayed in a secluded and dark part of the house. You were quickly to open his sliding doors, not bothering to knock or ask for permission to enter. What greeted you though was a horrific sight that will forever stick with you. Even through the future centuries. Your hands flew to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming and from shock.

One of the maids mangled and dead body laid on the ground in a pool of their blood. The acrid smell of iron hit you in the face and it suddenly was a struggle to appear composed. The missing arm of the maid was held in your lovers hand. Large bite marks littered the limb and blood stained his face. Flashbacks from your time in the masters house made you really want to recede back into your empty shell.

It was only when you finally looked into Muzan’s eyes did you somewhat control yourself. His eyes shined a bright crimson red in the dark room, illuminated by the full moon. His pupils were predatory, eyeing you like it’s next prey. While beautiful, they were soulless, empty, and uncaring of the action he had just done. Those were the same eyes he looked upon you with. The same eyes that striked an unfamiliar fear into your heart and a bone-chilling shiver through your body.

A part of you understood that if given the right reason, he would kill you like he did her. You’re sure that he saw that understanding in your slowly dulling eyes. He stood up. Something he would usually have trouble doing, it only occurred to you now that he wasn’t in bed. Walked towards you, leaving the arm as if it was some old boring things, and stood over you. It was also now that you realized just how much taller he was than you, not that you had the will to even strain to look up at him. Opting to stare aimlessly at his now broad chest, and restraining yourself from glancing over at the dead girl laying in a dark corner of the room.

He placed his bloody hand on your cheek, caressing your face with his thumb and smearing blood on your face. This loving gesture didn’t last long before he moved his hand to your throat. Using his thumb to forcefully move your head up and look at him, you both only stared at each with empty eyes. His grip around your throat wasn’t necessarily tight but the threat was there, that at any moment he could kill you and silence you forever.

“I’m sorry my love, for you to see me in such a unsightly situation. Surely, you would still love a beast like me right?” He spoke, his words flowing off his tongue like oil.

“After all, who else would love you like I do? My dear father abuses you, the other servants and slaves all hate you, and you have nowhere to go. No one would dare take you as a wife and love you as much as I do. So, you wouldn’t betray me right?”

His words stung yet you couldn’t help but agree with him. He was the only one who treated you well, and you were willing to risk your life on the fact that he loved you. He was playing with the ribbon in your hair before pulling it, making it come undone, releasing them from its neat bun. Your beautifully done and decorated braids almost gracefully fell down to your sides and face. Your hair was the only luxury you were allowed to have, since people were enamored with the unique hairstyle and your master often made you do your hair to satisfy his guests.

You stared into his dull eyes that didn’t match with the loving expression he made. But you didn’t care, as long as he continued to love you then it didn’t matter what he did. You weren’t allowed to be picky. So you smiled, reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I would never Muzan-sama, I will forever love you and follow to the ends of the earth. I will worship you, care for you, fight for you, and do everything you ask of me. So please, continue to love me.”

Your words were like sweet honey to his ears, as his hand moved from your throat back to your cheek. Uncaring of the blood that now stained your skin, he kissed you with such passion that you just couldn’t resist returning. You loved this man. So you didn’t mind the disgusting taste of iron in your mouth, or ignoring the poor dead girl with lifeless eyes that stared at both your forms. You didn’t mind when he closed back his door and carried you to his bed, your legs wrapped around his waist, swollen lips, and messy clothes. You didn’t mind when he bit his own tongue while kissing you, giving you his blood. Making you go through the painful process of turning into a demon, nearly tearing your own throat from the intense burning sensation.

A part of you died that night, both physically and emotionally. As he peppered kissed along your panting form, only being able to let out pained moans in return. You felt a sense of acceptance as he held you so intimately.

“My beloved toy~, forever and always~”

Yes, you’ve accepted your position in this accursed life. You’ll forever be Muzan’s woman, his toy, his wife, his lover, his one and only, for as long as your body still walked this earth.

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Muzan had multiple ways of punishing you when you stepped out of line, some are more enjoyable than others. To be fair, he’s had thousands to perfect and come up with ideas to punish you. To keep track, you’ve categorized them into three categories. The physical, mental/emotional, and the sexual. Your least favorite is the mental ‘cause while you can heal physical wounds, you can’t heal your mental state.

You don’t have a most favorite. The other two are equally as bad, but if you had to choose, then sexual would be your choice. At least then you experience some type of pleasure. However, he rarely choose sexual punishments. Only when he’s already riled up does he decide ‘to show mercy’ on you.

You were hoping that he was in that mood today. It had been a really rough day and was annoyed with the useless bloodshed he was doing over simply getting annoyed. So you stopped him from killing a drunken that had accidentally stumbled into him in an alleyway. He didn’t take to kindly to that and was silent for the rest of the walk. You knew that your actions would have consequences, but you only hoped that he wouldn’t be so harsh.

So here you find yourself seated on your lovers lap, your back pressed up against his chest. His hand tightly gripping your bare waist to keep you still and from running away. His sharp nails dug into your skin and drew blood that trickled down your body and onto the bed. He didn’t care about it though, he would simply just replace the fabric once he was done. Not that you cared either, you were to busy clawing at his arms. Trying to escape from the immense pleasure he was giving you. His fingers working wonders on your cunt and making your vision go in and out.

He was meticulously rubbing your pussy from behind. Slow and gentle, then fast and rough thorough movements. Never really entering you, just rubbing and rubbing and rubbing with lots of pressure. Tips of his fingers grazing over your entrance, teasing you with an inch of penetration before going back. You’re holding onto his forearms while you grind yourself back against his fingers, whimpering as you get overwhelmed with pleasure. His lips on your neck. You’re pussy making such lewd sounds. You can’t hold back your orgasm any longer and you half expect him to pull away to deny you, your release. When you let out a loud cry from the intensity of your orgasm, you dig your nails into Muzan’s arms as he just keeps rubbing.

You realized that he intended to rip orgasm after orgasm out of you, and all you could do was lay there and take it.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? You acting all heroic for a lowly human, hm?” He spat, hand moving from your waist to your throat, roughly moving your head back. A tight grip that would kill any normal person in minutes. It only served to make your vision turn white and arouse you more as he rips another orgasm out of you.

“Mghnn…M-Muzan-sama..agh, p-please forgive me” you moaned out.

“No no no, this is what you asked for so you take it like a good little whore. You wanna be a hero then take all the orgasms I give you”. You didn’t know that you would become such a mess simply from his fingers. Your body shaking from the overwhelming pleasure he was providing you, not even giving you a break in between your highs.

After what you presumed was your fourth orgasm did Muzan finally stop. By now, your clit was swollen and highly sensitive, to the point where it hurt with the pleasure. Fresh and dried tears stained your pretty face, along with your ruined makeup and blood from Muzan’s hand. Your neck was littered with hickeys and bleeding bite marks. Muzan still had a firm grip on your throat, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve blacked up at least once by now.

He forced your mouth open, shoving two cum soaked fingers into your mouth and down your throat. Despite being used to his rough behavior, your eyes still widened at the act and the taste of yourself on your tongue was sudden, but not exactly uncommon. After letting his fingers soak in your mouth, took them out and without warning, stuck his fingers into your still sensitive cunt. Eliciting a loud moan from your sore throat.

“You didn’t think that was the end, did you? Oh no, we’ve got all day to reward you” he spoke in a sultry tone, a smirk adorning him pale face.

He hoists one of your legs onto the bed and undid his pants, pulling it down to free his leaking erection. Even after thousands of years, his cock never fails to nearly split you open with its size. While it was the normal 6in in length, the girth of it was thicker and always stretched you out. The sight nearly made you drool in want and desperation.

He removed his fingers and lined up against your entrance. The feeling of him entering was dumbifying, making you cum just from the pleasure of him bottoming out. The sight of you was nothing short of shameful, with your hair a mess, tongue out and mouth wide open in a silent scream. His only act of kindness was giving you a second to get used to his size before pulling out and plowing back into you. He continued this rough pace, even letting you turn around so he could see your fuck-out face. You wrapped your legs around his waist and claw at his back. Even if the wounds from your scratches instantly healed, Muzan took silent pride in reducing to you to a mere lustful whore.

Your eyes were out of focus as your mind was fucked blanked, leaving no room for coherent thoughts. He loved hearing your sluttish moans, especially when it rose an octave higher when he hit that special spot. He loved watching your boobs jiggle from the force of his thrusts. Loved hearing your mindless babble of insensible words and his name. He loved everything about you, and this was his way of showing it.

So as you go through your latest release, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your back arching and fingers and toes curling up from the intense surge of pleasure wash over your body. Muzan is sure to ingrain the shameful images of you into his head, because you are the most perfect goddess to roam this earth. The only one fit to stand by his side and be tainted so much by him alone.

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You knew this day would come.

The day where God would finally condemn you and your lover for your sins. You always dreaded the thought of finally dying. No matter the sugarcoated words Muzan would whisper into your ears, about how you and him would conquer the sun and rule the world. Bringing humanity to its knees. Even on the nights that he would hold your body so gently and spoke hushed promises of greatness. Deep down, you couldn’t believe him. God never favored the wicked, you knew this to be true. So Muzan’s words only gave you a temporary comfort.

There was no hope for redemption for you. You’ve done and said unspeakable things, some you don’t even regret nor care enough to remember. Muzan had tainted you through and through, with not only his blood running through you, but also some of his ways of thinking. You hated that part of you. You hated how quickly you were to anger now. How quickly you casted a humans’ life aside in favor of your own. How you were filled with a sense of ecstasy at the notion of being worshiped, seeing people grovel at your feet. You hated it with a burning passion. But what you hated more, was just how much you loved it.

You’ve come to terms with the fact that you’re a horrible person. One that shouldn’t be allowed to roam the earth with the living. However, you were to selfish to concede to that. You didn’t want to die just to please humans, the thought disgusted you. All your life, you’ve bowed down to the will of man, enduring their lustful stare and inappropriate groping. Even now, you still had to bow down to your lover who had forced this repulsive lifestyle onto you.

So while it wasn’t a surprise, the revelation that you may actually perish tonight struck fear into your still heart. Tonight was the night that everything would finally come to an end. The continuous bloodshed between humans and demons had finally reached its peak. No matter how many slayer you struck down, more would rise to try and struck you down. The city was a a complete war zone. Houses and the streets were bathed in the fallen’s blood and lifeless bodies. It was a scene straight out of one’s worst nightmare. No. Even worse than that.

God showed no mercy that night. Neither for man or demon. While Muzan had ordered you to hide, the slayers forced their way to you and multiple fights ensued. While you were by no means weak, the mental strain from trying to fight off hoards of slayers was taxing. To the point where everything became a blur, the only thought in your mind was to survive no matter what and get back to Muzan. You told yourself that he fix everything, that you both would be able to live another day and he would fulfill all the promises of greatness with you.

You knew it was foolish thinking, but you wanted to believe so bad that it would become true. You loved him to much to simply give up. As the hours passed and the time of dawn grew closer, you slowly accepted your inevitable death. All the Upper Moons were dead and only you and Muzan were the last demons alive. The main two that everyone despised. In spite of the Upper Moons killing some of the hashiras, even the most badly injured ones stood tall and battled fiercely.

They swung their swords with such intensity and hatred that it almost made you want to surrender and beg for mercy on your death. You were starting to slow on your dodges, not finding openings to attack during their vicious assault. Your body was covered in your blood from multiple fatal wounds. Your eyes shined a bright red with narrow pupils and veins tracing the corners, canines sharp and stained with blood, showcased for all to see in a angry sneer. Your normally neat hair was wild and dirty from dirt and dry blood, more veins popping from your hands as you brandished you razor sharp nails. You looked absolutely feral and demonic.

During the fight, you were thrown into one of the abandoned houses. As you quickly got up, you got a glance of something from your side. You looked to get a clearer view, making sure it’s not a trap, the sight made your heart drop. It was a broken mirror, but in the remaining glass shards, you could see a broken reflection of yourself and what was looking back at you couldn’t have been what you looked like. This wasn’t what you wanted, you just wanted to live a happy life, not turn into a flesh-eating monster.

You didn’t have time to process your emotions as another barrage of attacks hit you. At this new revelation, you didn’t have the same fight to survive anymore. The horrific image of yourself haunted you. You wanted to give up, accept death and pray that God have mercy on your and Muzan’s soul. Muzan…..

That bastard.

At the reminder of Muzan, a wave of anger and hatred hit you. He was the cause of all of this. If he wasn’t so obsessed with power than you both could’ve just lived a happy life. But instead, he wanted more and more to the point where he hurt everything around him, even you. He was the reason why your life was so miserable, it wasn’t like he treated you good. He was constantly condescending and treated you like a trophy to the other demons, not even the lower moons respected you.

You constantly had to watch what you said around him in fear that he would punish you, and spent many lonely night by yourself when he was tending to his human wives. It disgusted you and you through multiple fits which he always responded to with a mere disappointed glare. “You are my wife, don’t embarrass me by acting so shamefully,” he would always say like you were in the wrong for getting upset. Even when you took on human lovers yourself to make him jealous, he would simply kill them and leave you for days or even weeks to ‘teach you a lesson’.

Many nights you cried into Daki’s arms from frustration with him, knowing you could do nothing about his behavior. There were even times where a part of you wanted him to die. For him to burn violently under that harsh sun and for there not to even be a speck of ash from his body left. For a him to get bested by a slayer and get mutilated past the point of recognition, or you would mercilessly smash his face into whatever surface you deemed suitable and stab him repeatedly. You wanted to break him in both mind and spirit, you wanted to have him grovel at your feet and beg for your attention like he does with you. Have him lick at your feet and hump your leg like a dog in heat.

It was then you realized just how much he tainted you. In your previous life, you would’ve never thought like this, but after years of being with Muzan, you have changed and turned evil. You also realize that, that was exactly what he wanted. In order for you to stay by his side, you needed to be able to handle the role of being the second most hated person in the world. What made you hate you hate him, was the fact that despite all the abuse he put you through. You still love him. You love him with all your heart, body, and soul.

The sun was beginning to rise and you knew your time has come. Muzan was backed into many corners and had changed his form many times, but even then nothing could prevent his death. He had transformed into a big hideous baby to try and protect himself from the sun but it was futile. You could hear his inner cry and the form try to dig underground, desperately trying escape death. At this point, you’ve had enough and sent a power blow to the remaining slayer trying to finish you off. Making a dash for your husband, you evaded the slayer trying to stop you and reached Muzan’s deformed body.

You pressed your body against it and you could feel your physical body being absorbed. All you wanted to do was to see your husband one last time and you desperately searched for his subconscious. You saw him trying to convince Tanjiro to take his place as the demon king, to finish what he had started. But the boy refused, leaving Muzan behind to reunite with his fellow slayers and friends. Muzan cried out in frustration and desperation, for him to come back and fulfill his dying dreams. He didn’t listen though and left him alone in the darkness. You saw him become angry and it broke your heart to see him in such a state. No matter how badly he treated you, you couldn’t stand to see him experience such pain.

As you watch him, you saw that he is experiencing the true feelings of despair. He sees his dreams disappearing right before his eyes. Everything that he worked so hard for was slipping right through his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it. His eyes are wide as they try to process just what was happening, how something like this could happen to a god like him. He was supposed to have everything yet somehow, he doesn’t.

Then, through the darkness and hopelessness of it all, you appeared. He expected you to yell at him, hit him, curse him for not giving you what he had promised. Instead, you looked at him with loving and sad eyes with a reassuring smile. His anger got the best of him as he yelled at you, “what’re smiling at! We’re fucking dead and all you want to do is stand there and look pretty!?”.

He expected you to get angry back, after all, he had turned you into a vindictive woman. However, instead of retaliating and blaming him for their failure, you sigh, a tired exhale that holds no disappointment or contempt. “It’s okay, you tried your best and lost, it’s not your fault,” you say, and as your words finally catch up to him, Muzan feels his world come to a hard stop. Since he became a demon, he’s told himself that he always needs to be the best. That demons were superior to everyone else and he was the only one worthy to be the king. He was a god, everyone else should just bend to his will and die. There was no way a god like him would die by those filthy humans -

It’s the familiar warm fingers, gently caressing over his cheek that snap him back to reality. Slowing down his rapid breathing. When he blinks up at you, he finds you kneeling in front of him. Your arms wrapped protectively around him, his cheek pressed against your exposed cleavage as if a mother was hugging their child. His hands immediately come from tightly gripping your forearms to embrace you, to his palms on your back and nails curling against your kimono. Cradling the back of his head, uncaring of the way he breaks down before you. Nothing but a warm smile graced your bloodied lips.

“It’s okay, it’s all over now. You can finally rest,” you whisper, and for a moment. Muzan swears, he sees God’s deliverance through you. A overwhelming feeling of tranquility fills him as he embraced the sweet grips of your love and comfort. Now, the thought of dying didn’t seem so scary as it once did. He had no reason to fight anymore, his body was starting to disintegrate and as long as you were by his side then he didn’t care. His only wish would be that if there was a heaven or hell, then you would go to heaven. You didn’t deserve to burn in hell with him, you were just a soul that was tainted by the likes of him. However, some part of him selfishly wished that you would stay with him for eternity. Even if it meant that you would have to follow him down to hell.

“I love you,” Muzan spoke, voice hoarse from the pain of his burning body, and from the heavy weight of your words. Muzan’s shoulders hitch in an uncharacteristic sob, “my girl. The best woman in the whole world.”

“Yours…” you whispered back. A single tear slid down your cheek, the reality and acceptance of your deaths coming full force. “Yours, always and forever,” you added, a quiet tremble in your voice. You held him tighter, running your fingers through his hair, and let some of the sadness you felt seep into your tone.

“The Demon King’s wife. His Beloved Toy.”

Muzan looked up to see you smiling that small, fond smile again. Your eyes beaming with affection as you smiled down at him, your own body burning away. He felt tears sting at his eyes again, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to regret or feel shame for the way his legs trembled from kneeling for so long, or the way his being burned with anger and hatred for the demon slayers to reduce not only him but you to a pathetic mess. He just couldn’t, not with your hand on his head and around him. In his final moments, he enjoyed the view of all the colors of dawn as the sun rose over the destroyed village. Even after both of your bodies were no more than dust in the wind, he could still feel the warmth of your embrace. As the grips of death took ahold of him, he accepted his fate and let the darkness overtake him.

The next time he’s aware, he finds himself in his old home. The only difference was that it was surrounded by tall, thick, dark trees with red spider-lilies littering the area. He was dressed in his old garments that he wore before becoming a demon. Was this his punishment? To live as his old, weak and sickly self in that dark house caged in by a dark forest, for all of eternity. Even the sky was gloomy, with gray clouds blocking any potential sunlight. He was close to breaking down, but then the sliding door the to house opened. His eyes widened at the sight of you. Standing there in your past human form and clothes. Tears brimmed his eyes at the sight, hoping, praying, that this wasn’t just another way for hell to punish him. But when you smiled back at him, nearly as close to tears as him, he knew that you were his Y/n.

He walked to the porch and pulled you into a tight embrace. One you didn’t hesitate to return with matched emotions. Neither of you said anything, you were to busy crying into his clothes with happiness and he wanted to savor this moment of you finally back in his arms. Muzan buried his face into the top of your head, inhaling your sweet scent and smiling as a sense of peace washed over him.

He was home.

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♥︎. — senku ishigami x reader

♥︎. — the feeling of love can be overwhelming sometimes that when you hold it in for a long time, it can suddenly burst. senku will learn firsthand just how far a lovesick woman would go to express her love.

♥︎. includes. — nsfw, implied!black!reader, angst ig, possessive!reader, dubcon, mentions of baby trapping, pussyjob, oral(m. receiving), virginity loss.

♥︎. tags. — @seraphdreams @keizos

♥︎. a/n. — guess who’s back losers. Yeah, shed a few tears, had a nightmare. But it’s coooolllll, I’m back and ready to indulge in my favorite characters again. Senku might be a bit ooc. So with that being said, thank you and enjoy the fic.

LOVESICK [luhv-sik] adjective.

— If you describe someone as lovesick, you mean that they are so in love with someone who does not love them, that they are behaving in a strange and foolish way.

You’ve loved Senku for years.

The mere sight of the boy would bring butterflies to your stomach. His trademark smirk and confident attitude would make you grab your chest. For the feeling it brought to your heart was painful. Whenever you were with him, a faint blush was always present as you listened to him ramble on about whatever scientific things he was doing at that moment. Even if most of it went flying over your head, you wouldn’t dare stop hanging out with him because of it. To be honest, you thought that was another attractive thing about him. His love for all things science and not being afraid to share it with the world.

You first met Senku back in his kindergarten years, when his dream of becoming an astronaut first manifested. When he declared to the teacher that he would go to outer space immediately, you were stunned and then you wanted to laugh. However, the determination in his eyes made you quiet. That’s when you remember a form of interest and curiosity bloomed inside you. Since then, you’ve always been by his side, even though, you weren’t much help in his scientific journey like Taiju or Yuzuriha. You liked to believe that you served as moral support of some kind for them. As the years passed, your curiosity turned somehow turned into a crush, which eventually grew into love.

You didn’t hide your attraction to Senku, to the point where it was obvious to most people that you have a crush on him. Despite all this, he never did anything anything about it and it infuriated you that he throws your feelings to the side. Your well aware of his disinterest in romance, but he doesn’t bother with rejecting your affection. Letting you be overly touchy and ignoring the affection you boldly display to him. Still, you didn’t let this deter you from showing your feelings. In hopes that maybe one day, he would either finally turn you down or accept your feelings.

It was that faithful day, the day you’ve had enough of Senkus’ games and you would finally straight up tell him how you felt. It also happened to be the same day that Taiju also decided to confess to Yuzuriha. So you were both rooting for each other, even though you both knew there was a very low chance that Senku would accept your feelings. You were afraid, that was a given, but to officially confess your feelings to Senku made your stomach churn with anxiety.

You were both in the hallway, he was taking a break from working on his new machine and drinking a beverage from a nearby vending machine. The window was open, so you could clearly hear Taijus’ confession happening below in the courtyard. You were leaning your back against the window next to the already open one. While you believed that Taiju was dragging his confession out long, you couldn’t help but put you and Senku in that position. You nervously pouring out your emotions as he stood looking at you silently. Or better yet, he would be the one confessing to you. Although he would go with a more smooth and low key confession. The mere thought of Senku having any sort of romantic feelings for you bringing a shiver through your body.

“Senku…” you called his name softly. His eyes tore away from his friend onto you. Those red eyes of his seemed to bore into the deepest parts of you. You could stare into his crimson eyes all day long if given the chance. He gave you a questioning look, a silent que for you say whatever it is you called him for.

“I don’t like you,” there was a silent pause between your words. Debating whether you should really go through with this or not. You couldn’t take it back now, you’ve already told him you didn’t like him and you can’t recover from that without confessing your feelings.

“I lo-” you were interrupted by a shining green light suddenly appearing in the sky. You turned to look at what dared to interrupt your confession. Only to be met with people turning into statues, and whatever is causing it was spreading closer to you quickly. You only had time to look at Senku, a panicked and scared look on your face, before you could feel your own body freezing up and turning into stone. The last thing you saw was Senku trying to get to you, maybe even comfort you before turning into stone himself.

For the next 3,720 years, the only thing keeping you awake was the desire for Senku to know how you felt about him. Maybe it was a shallow reason for you to stay awake, but you’re sure that’s also the reason why Taiju is still conscious. You didn’t know if he really was, but this was Taiju we’re talking about. You weren’t gonna lie, you were starting to give up on ever getting out of your petrified state. You didn’t know what was going on outside, how long it’s been, if your body was even still intact, or if the stone around your body was ever going to break.

The temptation to close your eyes and fall into whatever darkness awaited you was strong. There was times when you had to catch yourself from falling into a deep sleep. However you were afraid that if you fell asleep, that you would never wake up again. A small shred of hope keeping you awake, that maybe. Just maybe, someone would come and save you all. You begged and pleaded in your mind that someone would come and save you from this darkness, and someone did. Not just anyone, your beloved Senku did.

It was a feeling of unimaginable happiness, you could feel the stone surrounding your body start to crack and fall apart. Slowly but surely, you broke free of your dark prison, and fall into the arms of the man you love. You wore different clothes than you remember, your school uniform traded for a long black tube top dress with long slits on either side. Your body was weak from being a statue for so long and you could barely stand at first. When your eyes came into focus, you could recognize the faces of your three most precious friends, one being your crush and sporting his usual victorious smirk. You couldn’t help but weakly smile, “I knew you’d save me…”.

As you recovered your strength, Senku caught you up on what had happened over the last 3,720 years. You were shocked that everyone had been petrified for so long, eventually causing humanities downfall. Putting humans millions of years behind, and once again, at the near bottom of the food chain. He also informed you of the threat known as Tsukasa Shisio. Formally known as The Strongest Primate High Schooler. You could see where he was coming from with the whole “let the youth rule”, but there was many holes in this ideal. It didn’t sit right with you to just kill all the adults, not all of the adults were bad and he didn’t hold the position to decide whether someone should die or not.

A few months pass and a whole lot has happened. As of now, you reside on the outskirts of a village founded by Senku’s father and others who survived the petrifaction. It’s been hard, being a member of the Kingdom of Science is a lot harder in the Stone Age than it was when all you had to do was memorize some formula for a test then forget about it later. You’re starting to regret falling asleep in all those science classes and skipping gym to hang with your friends. But you made due with your situation and helped out as much as you could. Even if some activities made you want to tap out and go die in hole somewhere. Especially with all the bugs you’ve had to deal with, and dealing with your monthly cycle without any medicine or heating pads. Don’t even mention the struggle of doing your hair.

It wasn’t until you started to notice just how close Kohaku and Ruri were starting to become with Senku. It made a horrible feeling of jealousy swell up inside your chest. It also didn’t help that Senku technically was married to Ruri at some point, even if it was for a hot minute. You knew that this feeling was irrational and you shouldn’t feel this way, but you couldn’t help it. Especially with Ruri, she is so kind and pretty with her blonde hair and blue eyes. Although you knew that Senku wouldn’t fall for her like most guys, you still was concerned for the off chance that maybe he would.

The feeling grew more and more as the days passed. You tried to suppress these weird urges you had to just take Senku for yourself, but you chalked it up to the whole “bring humanity back to life” thing was starting to get to you. When you realized you were jealous, you went back to your old affectionate ways and giving a tight lipped smile whenever Ruri or Kohaku was near you. However, this one night, you just couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to tell Senku how you felt, and if he didn’t listen to you then you would just have to show him. He was probably blinded by Ruri and Kohaku, and he couldn’t understand just how much he needed you just as much as you needed him. But you would show him, you would do whatever it takes for him to realize just how much he meant to you and then he would finally love you.

So you waited. Learned everyone’s sleep schedule and when they woke up. Sure this sometimes toke a tole on your own sleep schedule but you were experienced in hiding your fatigue from your previous life. Then one night everything was perfect. It was a cloudy night so the clouds blocked the moonlight, making it somewhat difficult to see and that was good. Everyone was asleep, even Gen who, for some reason, is always up late. The only one left up was Senku, who was working on some last minute things in the lab. As you thought, it was the perfect night.

There was a part of you that was hesitant about all this. Senku didn’t show any interest in romance in his past life, and to add that now he was responsible for bringing back humanity. There was no way he could be interested now. But you pushed those thoughts away and continued on. You’ve waited to long for Senku to notice your love and you were determined to make him acknowledge it. You couldn’t wait any longer.

You moved quietly through the large clearing and into the lab. Senku hadn’t noticed you yet, to engrossed in whatever he was doing. You stood in the entrance for a minute, just taking a minute to really admire his beauty. Seeing how in tune he was with his work only made the weird feeling between your legs intensify.

“Senku,” you called, snapping his attention away from his work and onto you. You’ve been around him long enough to notice the slight widening of his eyes in surprise. He made no move to express his surprise.

“Oh y/n, why’re you still up? I need you to be well rested for work tomorrow” he said. He noticed your unusually quiet demeanor. While yes, you are a quiet person, you certainly had your loud tendencies. He looked at you more carefully through whatever light seeped into the room, and saw your body slightly shaking. A habit you had when you became anxious, nervous, or scared. His eyes narrowed, and he was about to ask if you were okay before he felt something hit the back of his neck.

A quiet, “I’m sorry…” was all he heard before everything turned black and he lost consciousness.

The next time he woke up, everything was fuzzy. He momentarily couldn’t remember what happened before he was knocked unconscious. The back of his head throbbed in pain and the memories came back. He wanted to ask you what happened when he finally noticed a foreign feeling of pleasure in his lower half. He sat up on his elbows to see what was causing this feeling only to be met with you between his thighs. Your mouth wrapped around his cock, you cheeks hollowed out as you sucked and slurped all around it. His initial reaction was to be disgusted and push you off of him, but the warmth of your mouth and the feeling of your tongue around his cock was to much.

He never actually experienced the feeling of someone giving him a blowjob before. So to suddenly wake up with the girl who’s always hanging off you, sucking your dick was a welcomed surprise. Oddly, he thinks you're so pretty with your mouth full of him, on your knees and ass in the air. He could feel himself getting close to release, and in a episode of frustration. He took you by the hair and slammed deeper inside your mouth and into your throat. Fucking himself into your throat until he's satisfied. Your eyes widened in surprise. From the sudden sensation of him slamming his cock deeper in your throat and the fact that he woke up.

He looked down to see you looking up at him with such a infatuated expression. That brought him back to the reality of the situation. Before he could stop himself though, he’s already cumming inside your mouth. He bit the inside of his bottom lip to quiet his throaty moans as you push him over the edge, shooting rope after rope of cum into your mouth and down your throat.

Senku looked down at you through hazy eyes, slowly coming down from his high. Thoughts racing through his head. You pulled away from his cock and swallowed whatever cum was left in your mouth. Everything seemed to be moving slowly for Senku. He knew this was wrong, he was watching you taking advantage of him. Yet all he did was sit there and indulge in the foreign pleasures. Usually, he had a way out of sticky situations, he could even easily overpower you and get away. For some reason though, his mind couldn’t register the need to get away and his voice wouldn’t come out.

“You’re finally awake, I was starting to worry.” Your soft voice made him fully focus back on you. It annoyed him that you had the nerve to say you were worried when you’re the one who knocked him out in the first place.

As he looked at you, he started to notice how revealing your outfit really was. Showing both your legs up to your thigh in plain view, and if he angled it right, so was your private parts. Woman’s privates parts were never a big issue for him like most boys his age, since he’s studied the human anatomy so frequently. It’s just another part of the human body for him. But looking at you now, sparked something inside that was locked away. The chest of your dress folding under the weight of your breasts, exposing your cleavage and barely leaving any sort of modesty left.

You moved from between his legs and crawled closer to him, straddling his hips. Your hands roaming around his exposed chest, occasionally brushing against his nipples. “I’ve always dreamed of this moment…. us being this intimate with each other”. You murmured.

“You was always off doing something though, I didn’t mind at first but then I saw how close Kohaku-chan and Ruri-chan were getting with you. It really annoyed me”. You clenched your fists as memories of all the times you’ve had to hold yourself back from snapping at one of them. A scowl replacing your warm smile. Senku has officially deemed you crazy. He has never been even remotely overly close with the two girls nor has he thought of even entertain the idea of a relationship with one of them. He loved science more than anything else.

Despite everything he wanted to say and all the questions he wanted to ask, the only thing that he was able to get out was a mere. “What is all this about?”

You blinked before taking a deep breath and smiling down at him again, “ah, I’m sorry, I said to much again. You’re not interested in such things.” You apologized. You unclenched your hands and moved to caress his cheek. Tracing your thumb over the black marks across the corner of his eyes.

“I’ve loved you for a really long time, you know? I was planning on confessing that day, when the world turned to stone.” Senku’s eyes slightly narrowed, he had a hunch that, that was what you were planning to do but he never found out. You never brought it up after he had revived you, and the whole thing got pushed back due to Taijus own desire to finish his confession and saving humanity before Tsukasa had a chance to destroy it.

“So you decided to knock me out and take advantage of me? To show how much you ‘love’ me?” He said snidely.

Your eyes narrowed down at him and your smile faltered for it bit. He would be lying if he said you didn’t look a bit scary, but he would never admit that, after all, he’s been through worse. “You don’t know what I’ve done for you. You think I wanted to do this? If you would’ve just acknowledged my love for you then we wouldn’t be here” you retorted.

He glared, “sorry to break it to you, but your stupid love is the last of everyone’s worries. We’ve got a civilization to bring back and love is not a top priority.” He replied. He was going to say more, but he stopped when he saw your teary form. Face a mixture between anger, hurt, and sadness. As if someone had just betrayed you. Tears threatening to fall at any moment. You couldn’t believe that Senku would say such a thing to you.

“I know that…” you said in such a quiet voice that Senku almost couldn’t hear you. “I know that my feelings don’t matter, that’s why I’ve been putting them off for so long. But to see you so happy and close with the sisters makes it so hard for me to continue hiding my love! why won’t you accept me Senku? I’ve loved you for years and you still won’t give me the time of day! no matter what I do! I just want you to love me, is that so wrong?” you cried, salty tears streaming down your face. “Please…” you whispered.

Silence filled the room, the only noise was your quiet sobs. You were interrupted in your wallowing when Senku’s hand came and wiped away the tears from your face.

“Ok”

Your eyes widen in surprise, before you smiled and pulled him into a passionate kiss. You didn’t need to question what he meant, all you wanted to focus on was showing him how much you loved him. Giving him your body to use however he wanted. Senku accepted the kiss, using the excuse that he’s never kissed anyone before for the reason why he was so distant with it. He wanted to please you, he couldn’t afford to lose anyone under the Kingdom of Science for a trivial reason such as unrequited love. So all he needed to do was keep you happy and endure the night. Besides, if he thought positively, he would be losing his virginity to his longtime friend. Even if it wasn’t by conventional means.

You pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connected to your mouths. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were hazy with lust. Senku was panting from the lack of air and how heated the kiss was. You sat up and pulled your dress over your head and somewhere across the room. Your nude body now on full display for him to see, his face turned a bright pink and his cock hardening. Every single inch of your body was simply breathtaking. He adverted his eyes away, looking at anything besides your body. You pouted before you got an idea. You sat at the base of his cock, your pussy and clit rubbing against him. You shuddered at the feeling, and let out a small moan.

“Look at me Senku, watch what you made me do”, you said. Bringing his gaze back to you.

His eyes widened in fascination at the sight before him. Your glistening cunt was in clear view for him to see as you rolled your hips up and down the length of his cock. He could feel your heat and slick rubbing smoothly against him. Your eyes were shut and your head was down from the pleasure stimulated by his cock. The moans that escaped your lips made his cock throb against your core. You eventually grew impatient as the pleasure this provided you wasn’t enough. You wanted to finally be connected to Senku and feel him inside you. He watch as you stopped and raised your hips to meet the tip his cock, which prodded at the entrance of your cunt.

You slowly start to sink down into his cock, your cunt stretching to fit him inside you. Your nails dug into his abdomen as your walls contracted around him. Whimpers and moans escaping your throat as you felt yourself stretching more than your fingers could get you. Senku felt like he was on the verge of cumming again. The sight of his cock gradually disappearing into your cunt and the warmth of inside you nearly sending him over the edge. He let out quiet groans at the new sensation and he gripped your waist tightly. Surely leaving bruises to deal with in the morning. He’s trying not to cum, but your cunt swallowing his virgin cock is so much to take in.

He wondered if sex was always this amazing, if it would feeling even better if he did it with someone he truly loved. Sure this was amazing now, but there was that sense of disgust and annoyance with doing it now. As if doing this was a chore. All he wanted to do was hurry up and get this over with. Even so, that wouldn’t stop him from trying to enjoy this. Thrusting his hip up, suddenly driving his cock deeper into you. Causing a wave of bliss to crash through you. Senku sets a brutal pace that has your vision going white and crying out in pleasure.

Your head fell back with the look of ecstasy on your face. Unable to even look at him with the way he’s roughly handling your body. Fed up with laying down, Senku sat up and adjusted his position. Hiking one of your legs over his shoulder, his other hand finding your clit and rubbing in a circular motion at a quick pace. You could feel the dull burn of your leg stretching like that, but it only added on to the euphoric sensations that Senku was giving you. His cock reaching placing you couldn’t and making your mind go blank.

“Y-yes! Fuck! ah!~ faster please! Senku!”

Senku screwed his eyes closed in an futile attempt to block out the sound of your whining. Tempting him to wrap his hands around your throat, and shut you up. Nevertheless, he pounds into you faster, eager to make you cum so he doesn’t have to please you any longer. In fear that he’ll lose his sanity. You slam your bodies against each other, the sound of skin slapping and your moans filling the room. Both mindlessly attempting to chase your highs. When he feels himself beginning to reach his orgasm, he tries to pull out. He is shocked when you wrap your free leg around his waist, and tightening the grip of your other leg on his shoulder. Pulling him in further and making him jolt.

“ I-I’m close, ah~, l-let me go.”

You shook your head. “W-want your babies, please…a-ah, fill me up Senku!” you looked at him with those adoring and beseeching eyes. He was too fucked out to really process what you were requesting and the severity of it. He instead gave into your desires, fucking himself into you as he painted the inside of your warm cunt with his white semen. You reached your climax after a few more thrusts, and you pulled him into a sloppy kiss with your tongue in his mouth and tight cunt milking every drop of cum he has.

You both fell back onto your futon, his cum spilling of you and staining it. He was sprawled out while uou wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your facing in the crook of his neck with a wide happy smile. He listened to the sound of his heavy breathing as he tried to collect himself and figure out he had got himself into. You put your hand on his cheek and he turned to look at you. The sight of you looking at him with such adoration and devotion made something in his chest hurt.

“I really love you Senku, I’m so glad that you’re finally mine now.” You spoke with such toxic happiness that he couldn’t just reject your love. Not that he could, a pair of invisible chains seemed to wrap around his body as he slowly accepted his fate. He never really believed in God, but now. He truly believes that you are, a devil in disguise.

He could keep you happy and entertain your little fantasy until he finally restored humanity. Then he could finally get away from the suffocating grips of your love. For some reason though, despite his usual overconfident mindset. The idea of bringing back humanity seemed a little harder and more far away than before with his new setback. As he looked at your dozing face, he had a revelation.

He now needed to create a birth control, before you had something to keep him tied to you.

#dr. stone #dr stone senku #dcst senku #ishigami senku #senkuishigami #senku smut #dr. stone smut #senku x reader #senku x y/n #senku ishigami x reader #˗ˏˋ addict ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 💦 ꒱

[killabratzzcherri]

MDNI 18+ content

A/n: as you can see, I'm currently obsessed with the Haitani brothers rn so please bear with me.

Taking Rindou Haitani's Virginity

Rindou is a very closed off man, that's not to go without saying that even the most closed of men do have feelings. However; unlikely it may seem. Which would be why the sight of THE Rindou Haitani standing on the school roof is such a comical sight for you.

You stood at the outside of the door, peering through the window. You knew what he was there for, you even had the love letter in your hand. Although, your name wasn't the one scribbled onto the envelope. It was placed in your locker so you wanted to get a good laugh out at the poor soul. You definitely weren't disappointed when you saw the ever stoic Haitani on the roof.

You took a deep breathe before opening the roof doors, the slam of the doors closing behind you alerting the male of your arrival. He turned to look at you, his eyes holding disappointment at the realization that you weren’t who he thought it was. He turned his gaze back to the view of the city, ignoring you. “Haitani-san” you called, causing him to turn his attention to you. He had to take a step back, surprised that you had gotten so close to him without him knowing. He frowned, irritated that you interrupted his brooding moment, “what?” He barked.

You took a deep breathe before opening the roof doors, the slam of the doors closing behind you alerting the male of your arrival. He turned to look at you, his eyes holding disappointment at the realization that you weren’t who he thought it was. He turned his gaze back to the view of the city, ignoring you. “Haitani-san” you called, causing him to turn his attention to you. He had to take a step back, surprised that you had gotten so close to him without him knowing. He frowned, irritated that you interrupted his brooding moment, “what?” He barked.

You held out the white love letter, his eyes narrowed in recognition. The look sending a shiver through your body, the good kind, but your face remained impassive. “That’s the letter I wrote…” he admitted, “you put it in my shoe locker by mistake.” You said, silently surprised that he admitted to writing the letter. He seemed more of the tsundere type and would deny to his dying breathe. "It was addressed to Himekawa in my class" you added, looking anywhere besides the man that gave off such an intimidating aura. "You didn't...." he finally spoke but quickly trailing off. You quickly picked up on what he was asking.

" I read it "

It was silent for a moment after that and you stood there awkwardly, " hey don't worry about it! " you exclaimed trying to soothe the tension.

" True the contents of the letter reeks that of a virgin. Himekawa is also a major slut behind the scenes. You two wouldn't have made a good match anyways! " you said. Every sentence felt like an arrow piercing through Rindou's body. " So it's good that you found out before you were laughed at! "

Yeah you weren't helping in the slightest.

Rindou sighed while rubbing his temples to ease the rising headache, " I'm sorry.... " you mumbled after getting the hint. " It's fine, it's my fault for getting the wrong shoe locker. "

You both were quiet again before an idea formed in your head, " Ah! Of course! " you exclaimed with a grin.

Rindou looked at you with an annoyed expression, quite done with having to deal with you further. " Are you free later today, Rindou-san? " you asked, " Huh? Why? " he questioned.

" Well I was thinking... " you started to unbutton your shirt showcasing your braless breasts for him to see. " Why not lose your virginity to me?~ ". His face turned a bright red at the sight and your bold suggestion. " Absolutely not! " he yelled out.

" Come on~ It's an apology! " you pressed on, stalking closer to the male.

" Huh!? Wait, hold on! " He backed up, trying to gain some distance between you both.

" What? I don't satisfy you? " you said with a pout, feigning hurt.

" That's not what I meant! " he replied.

You dropped your pout quickly to replace it with a giant smile, " So it's decided!~ " you cheerfully proclaimed with a clap of your hands. You skipped off back into the school before he could protest further.

'What the fuck!?'

《 Cut to later that day 》

Rindou was suddenly regretting his life decisions that could have possibly lead up to the position he was in. He was sitting on some love hotels bed, he didn't even want to think about what was done on the bed. He had just gotten out of the shower, a towel loosly hung around his hips.

He was about to take his chances and make a clean get-away but the bathroom door opened. You stepped out with only a small towel wrapped around your naked body, the towel barely hiding you from sight. " I'm L/n Y/n from class 2-B by the way " you greeted.

He nodded his head in acknowledgment, " nice to meet you.... " he trailed off. His eyes training on your now naked body in front of him, he could feel the blood rushing down towards his cock.

You wasted no time getting onto your knees, your face inches away from your upperclassmen's already erect cock. You licked your lips in anticipation, a grin gracing your face. You removed the towel from around him, the only thing that was separating you from your eventual pleasure.

The towel fell limply around his sides, his cock springing to life now free from its confinement. You dragged your tongue along the base to the tip of his cock, sending a shiver of pleasure through Rindou’s body. The tip was an angry red color, skin glistening from the smeared precum he was leaking. The sight makes you squeeze your thighs, craving for it to be buried deep inside of you. But patience was a virtue and right now was about him. Rindou’s face is hot as he watches you drool over his cock, your eyes wide and lips parted in delight at him. He’s turned on more than he’d like to admit. You placed your mouth around the head, looking up at Rindou’s face and not breaking eye contact as you slowly took the rest of him inside your mouth.

You haven’t even done anything beside put him in you mouth but he already felt the urge to cum. Maybe it was because it was his first time, but the feeling of your mouth around him was to good. He swore he could’ve felt your throat squeeze around his cock, a nonexistent gag reflex trying to come out. “F-fuck…” he groaned, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair which caused you to let out a small moan at the feeling. The sound vibrating around his cock, only encouraging him more to ruin your throat but he held back in fear of causing actual damage.

You started to move at a slow pace, swirling and wrapping your tongue around his cock. Hand absently fondling his balls. It was agonizing for him, the pace going way to slow for his liking. He thrusts his hips, silently begging for me which you are more than happy to give. He glanced down at you through hooded eyes. Your eyes as you looked up at him was so… Naughty? Enchanting? Devious? Maybe a mix of all of the three. You looked like such a slut taking him into your mouth with practiced ease.

Your hand wraps around his cock once more and gives him quick and short pumps as he nears his release. You open your mouth, tongue hanging out awaiting the hot semen Rindou was seconds away from shooting onto your tongue. The warm muscle was massaging the head of his cock. Rindou came with a slight yell of your name, spilling his cum all over your tongue.

Before Rindou could compose himself, you took your tongue back in your mouth and swallowed with a shit-eatting grin. He didn’t know how he should’ve felt about you swallowing his cum but his cock twitched at the sight. You repositioned your bodies, you pushed him against the mattress of the bed as you straddled his hips. “Look at me, Senpai. Watch what I’m doing to you “ you said. Rindou swore he could’ve cum from the sight alone. Your glistening cunt on full display to him as you rolled your hips up and down the length of his cock. He could feel your heat and slick rubbing smoothly against his pulsating cock. It was so much to take in. Every single inch of your body is just simply breathtaking, Rindou was in complete awe. He watched the way your head drew back in complete ecstasy while his cock provided stimulation to your aching clit. The heavenly moans that escaped your lips made his cock throb against your core.

“Look Senpai, look what you’re doing to me…” you moaned out.

Rindou watched as your hips raised to meet his cock which prodded at the entrance of your cunt. You felt him staring at you, choosing to tilt your head to the side, resting on your shoulder as you looked down at the blonde with a lazy and sweet smile.

“ You feel so good, ” your traced your finger up and down the mans abs and chest. “ I’m gonna put it in now, ” you announce.

When you finally started to sink down onto his cock, Rindou felt like he was on the verge of cumming again. He’s trying not to cum, he really is, but your cunt swallowing his virgin cock is the closest thing to heaven he’s ever going to get. The feeling of your walls contracting around him, the sight of his cock slowly disappearing into your cunt inch by inch. How was he not supposed to cum from all that? His thighs are twitching, his legs are kicking and toes are curling. It gets even better when you bottom out, he read somewhere that it wasn’t a usual occurrence for girls to be able to take their partners full length. So the sight of you actually taking all of him in, your clit brushing up against his pubic hair. It was euphoria to say the least.

You started with a slow and steady pace, wanting him to adjust to the foreign pleasures and for you to adjust to his size. It didn’t take long for you to gradually speed up, growing desperate to reach your high. You know he’s close by his whimpers and moans, you’re also enjoying the sight below you as you bounce on his cock. Rindou’s lips are swollen, and red. You can see the slight indentation of his teeth marks on his bottom lips as he was trying desperately to keep his moans and whimpers at bay. His hair was sprawled out in all different directions on the pillow case while his cheeks were flushed a cherry red.

“ I-I’m- I’m cummi-! ” He wasn’t able to finish his words as he felt the knot in his lower half snap. The later words in his sentence turn into a yelp. His whole body tensed as his balls tighten and he’s painting the inside of the condom with his thick cum. You feel it flood into your cunt, the heat of it sending a wave of pleasure with every desperate thrust of your hips.

“Please, I’m so fucking close,” You cried out. “Just hold on, just for a little bit, okay baby?” He nods mindlessly at your words, to engrossed in his own pleasure to fully understand what you’re saying. You weren’t in any better condition, fucking yourself wildly on his cock while you chased your own release. The overstimulation was beginning to get to Rindou, his mind going blank every time you slammed your hips on his overly sensitive cock. He wanted more. God, he never wanted you to stop. You sat up with your hands rested on his chest, your plush cunt tightening around his cock.

“Oh, fuck!” You wailed as your orgasm washed over your body, mindless babble leaving your plush and glossy lips. Rindou watched you the whole time in a lustful daze, looking at you as if you were a goddess, studying your facial expressions and relishing in the way you felt squeezing around him. Your mouth open in a silent scream, back arched, and fingered flexed as the immense pleasure coursed through your body.

You were the prettiest sight he’s ever seen, he wanted more. His cock hardening at all the new wild thoughts running through his brain. All the things he would do to you. Why hadn’t he noticed you instead of Himekawa? It didn’t matter now because he still got you in the end. Even if it was by weird circumstances.

All he wanted to do now was to devour you.

So you let him, there was no way you were gonna let such a man go. At first this was supposed to be a quick one time thing, a way to blow off steam(even though you disguised it as a way to apologize to him). But God, the way you filled up over onto the bed and plowed into you like a machine slowly made you addicted. You were glad you were on the pill because the condoms you had bought ran out. You refused to let the night end just like that.

As Rindou looked at the last used condom in his hand you got into a doggy-style position. You used your pointer and middle finger to spread the lips of your cunt, putting the inner area and your clit in full view for Rindou to see. “You can fuck me without a rubber on, cum inside of me whenever you like~” you cooed. You didn’t need to tell him twice before he threw away the condom and dived right back into fucking you into the mattress. The feeling of his raw cock jutting into your already sensitive cunt was damn near unbearable. The warmth of your cunt continuously pulling Rindou into you.

It was probably around 3am when you both finally tired out. Rindou fell back onto the bed, panting from all the exercise he never experienced before. You laid on his chest, the up and down motion of his heavy breathing forming a lulling pattern. Y’all didn’t mind each other’s sweaty and sticky bodies laying against one and other. Both to fucked out to care and the mixture of his and yours cum staining the sheets beneath your legs. To busy trying to collect yourselves from your sexual activity. There was a peaceful silence in the air, it wasn’t awkward like how your other dick appointments go(that’s if either of you stay around long enough for it to happen) but instead a comfortable silence. Your heart beat at the notion.

Maybe….. Staying with Rindou Haitani wasn’t such a bad idea.

Tagging; @anonymouslosersworld

#tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindou x you #rindou smut #rindou x y/n #˗ˏˋ addict ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 💦 ꒱

[killabratzzcherri]

MDNI 18+ content

Humbling Ran Haitani

Sometimes Ran can be overly cocky, it was just part of his nature. Something you've grown used to and learned to love about the man. Even though sometimes it was overbearing.

It was fine though, another you thing you've learned was that besides his younger brother. You were the only other person able to knock him off his high horse. Of course, you took a slightly different approach in doing so.

Today, you wanted to get a payback on the male. He wasn't the only one at fault in that situation but you had different punishments in mind for the others. Somehow, the topic of a conversation turned to you and instead of shutting down the inappropriate comments made about you. He only fed into it, letting the fact that a person like you was his s/o.

So of course, he was delighted when he came home the same day to find you dressed in a sexy purple lace lingerie. Sitting pretty on the bed waiting for him, curling your finger as you beckoned him to the bed.

He wasted no time shedding off his clothes, only leaving him in his boxers. Eager to fuck you into the mattress and have you screaming his name.

Hook

What he didn't expect was for you to push him onto his back and capture his lips into a hungry kiss. Palming his cock through boxer but he wasn't complaining. Enjoying the eagerness you displayed, that only he could get you to act like this.

You both kept the foreplay relatively quick, to needy for each other to focus on prepping you. You seemed to have done a good job of that before he got home. Ran could never get enough of your cunt, it felt like he was about to cum already after slipping his cock through the entrance. The feeling only intensifying as he bottomed out and let out a groan as you moaned at the fullness.

Line

Now another thing he prided himself on was his stamina in the bedroom, making you a mess in the time of however long. But tonight was different, he was only 30 but it felt like he was going through the exercise of his life.

You both were flipping around the bed, going at it like jack rabbits. His cock fiercely piercing your cunt that was dripping with his and your cum. When you both reached another orgasm, you situations yourself above his head and smirked down at him. " Make sure to suck all your semen out, don't want me to get pregnant now? " you spoke in a sultry tone before lowering yourself on him.

He wasted no time as he lapped his tongue against you dripping cunt, thrusting his tongue in and out of your hole. Sucking up all the juices that was still in you. The taste of his and your cum was bitter sweet. He thought that after you came that, that would be the end of your nightly session but he was wrong.

Instead, you sunk back down on his cock and wiggled your hips. Feeling as his once soft cock was now erect again. And then the fucking continued, Ran tried to keep up, trying to thrust into you at the same pace as you. After all, he didn't want to disappoint his baby.

And sinker

When you were in between positions changing positions again, he caught his reflection in the mirror. It was then he realized just how worn out he really was. His hair stuck to his forehead from sweat and poked out, his lips were chapped despite how much he's licked them during this whole thing.

But for some reason, your were not tiring out. He knew that he was physically fit for his age, he had to be or else he would be quickly killed. But he couldn't pull out, you were draining his cum, his strength, and his soul.

He thought that maybe you were pushing yourself too much for him but then he caught the sight of your blinding face of pure ecstasy. That hopeful possibility went out the window. He made up some excuse for a water break or something of the sort after the 6(six)th round.

Running off into the bathroom and splashing some cold water on his face. He stared himself down in the mirror trying to hype himself up, not ready to accept the fact that you may have more stamina than him. Because he was 'bout ready to tap the hell out.

" Baby~ hurry up! I'm getting lonely in here~ " your whining voice echoed to inside the locked bathroom. There was no visible fatigue in your voice. At was at this moment that Ran realised just how fucked he was.

You suppressed a victorious look coming onto you face as you saw the forever smug Ran Haitani get diminished in such a submissive version, as he came back into the bedroom.

You couldn't help but grow hornier at the sight of clear hesitancy from the man as you pulled him back onto the bed. You couldn't help how his cock impaled you so perfectly that you didn't want to stop. Even though this whole thing was about showing him that he wasn't all that.

At this point he was shooting blanks, he was starting to get overstimulated. He couldn't handle how rough you were being anymore, he barely could move his hips to meet yours. " B-baby, ah~ p-please! I can't c-cum anymore! " he begged, tears pricking the corner of his eyes and streaming down his face.

" Eh?.... " your voice dropped to a almost dark tone, his eyes widening at your sudden mood change. " But you said you could go all night non-stop? Isn't that what you told the others today? " you questioned, not letting up on your merciless thrust.

He internally cursed himself, so you had heard him earlier and were punishing him. You felt his cock twitch inside you, signalling he was close " 'm sorry! Sorry! P-please forgive ah~! m-me! hurts! " he moaned out, his fingers squeezing down on your hips.

You giggled, " you make sounds just like girl~ you want to cum don't you? Come on~ cum one more time for me~ " you crooned. You rapidly rubbed your clit as you felt your own orgasm approaching. Desperately riding his cock, it only took a few more thrust before you felt the familiar snap inside you.

" Cumming! 'm cumming! " you cried out, your own orgasm triggering his own. You fell onto Ran's chest, taking deep breaths as it's been awhile since you've gone for that long.

You got off his cock and laid next to him with a happy smile, the contrast between you and him were great as it looked as if he was drank dry.

It was on that day, Ran realized just how much of a menace you really were. When you had arrived at the scheduled meeting the next day without Ran and with a bright glow. Nobody questioned it.

Tagging; @kazutoraholic @anonymouslosersworld

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev smut #ran haitani #haitani brothers #ran x reader #ran x y/n #ran x you #tokyo revengers ran #˗ˏˋ addict ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 💦 ꒱

[killabratzzcherri]

Imagine having sex and answering a call with Nahoya

At first it was just unfiltered teasing between you both that day, you don't remember what conspired for it to lead up to this point. There wasn't anything to it, no kissing, no sensual touching, Nahoya just dove right in and neither of you guys were really complaining at the facts.

And then he is moving, kneeling between your legs, tongue rubbing against your clit as he curls his fingers, pressing against a spot that turns your vision white. His mouth works against you, pleasure-pain when he catches your clit between his teeth and traces nonsense patterns along it with the tip of his tongue, heat building until you thinks you'll burn when he pulls his hand away to grip your hips and pull your flush against his face, tongue delving past your folds to fuck you, a lazy in and out that has your thighs clenching around his head. Then he shifts his hand so he can rub lazily against your clit and just as you was about to reach your climax, he pulls his face away.

He stands up and closes in on you, forcing you to fall backward onto the bright red couch on your elbows. His large frame pinning you down to the couch, it takes all of your willpower to not take him right then and there the second he settles himself between your legs.

You relent, allowing your hands to fall to either side of your face in mild frustration. His usual smile seemed to grow at your display of submission. Your pants below him, hopelessly waiting for him to give you more. He seems to enjoy the sight before him. Messy hair, sprawled out every which way, hickey covered neck and chest, the way your chest heaves with every breath. Your half lidded gaze holding his own when you get the chance.

" Turn over " he ordered and you wasted no time following his words. Turning your body around, you didn't even bother completely the full doggy style position. Opting for your upper body to press against the couch with your ass up in the air. Dripping cunt and ass in clear view for him to see.

He rubbed his hand over your ass, admiring your position once more. Your moan is a half-sob once he pushes himself all the way in (he's big, almost too big, what he lacked in length he made up for it with width, the sensation of having him inside of you just shy of hurting). And it turns into a low cry when he moves, pulling out until only the tip remains before thrusting back in.

You feels him press a soft kiss against your shoulder, an apology of sorts, then he moves. Every thrust deep enough that the pain-pleasure line blurs with each snap of his hips against yours, all of your senses overwhelmed by him as he fucks you against the couch.

Nahoya straighten his back, and you almost whines at the loss of his warmth, and then he thrusts in and you scream out his name as he presses deeper than before, rubbing against that spot that statics your vision and makes your limbs tremble. You relishes in the sensation of fullness and the way his balls slapped against your clit. Your hands curl over the surface of the couch even as he grabs your hips, holding you steady while he once again drives you closer to orgasm.

Nahoya and you were soon interrupted by a ringing, You turned your head to the nearby coffee table to see your best friend calling you. You were conflicted on answering it, that girl would easily figure out what was happening and she would never let you live it down but if you didn't answer it then she'll undoubtedly come to bug you on why you didn't answer, it was a lose-lose situation. Nahoya had other plans though.

Him reaching for the phone that was near your head drove him deeper inside you and you let out a small gasp in pleasure. He picked up the phone and his finger hovered over the answer button, you shook your head in retaliation, there was no way you would be able to steady your voice enough to fool her.

Against your protests, the bastard answered the phone and handed it to you. You reluctantly took the phone from him and put it next to your ear as he continued to relentlessly fuck you into the couch.

" Hello? " you answered, your voice low to keep yourself from moaning.

" Hey [Y/n]! I just called to report to you on the current finances for the club from the meeting like you asked! " [b/f/n] responded with her usual cheerful self. You mentally cursed yourself for forgetting such a important detail and letting yourself get caught in such a situation.

You couldn't really comprehend half of the thing this woman was saying, you could only give one word replies just to avoid being caught and still indulge in the pleasure you was receiving. I nearby pillow that was knocked over was your savior(aka your muffler). It was a miracle that she wasn't catching on to the events happening but Nahoya decided that he weren't satisfied with that.

He raised your right leg over his shoulder and slammed deeper and rougher than before in one fluid motion, you were caught off guard and a loud moan escaped your lips " AH...fuck!~ " you unconsciously gasped as your back arched at the increased wave of pleasure hit you.

" [Y/n]? What are you doing right now? You ok? " she asked, her voice was laced with concern but also suspicion because lets be honest, this isn't the worst thing [b/f/n] has caught you doing over the phone. You raced to think of a lie that would actually be believable on your part " I was....reading a book and I accidentally spilled tea over it, it was getting to the best part! " your voice got higher at the last part as it was getting harder to keep your voice under control.

" I-I'm gonna be....ah! r-right back in a minute " you hurriedly grazed your finger over the hang-up button before [b/f/n] could protest. You gave a weak glare at the boy and his only response was a low chuckle mixed with his trademark smile, he leaned down next to your ear, your back pressing against his chest which only caused for your arousal to grow.

" Don't look at me like that, it only makes me want to ravage you even more~ my naughty little dove~ " his raspy voice and words sent shivers down your spine and to your core, Nahoya only smirked at your seemingly helpless state, both of your lust filled the living room. He resumed his thrusts and you were reduced to a moaning mess, you had never been more humiliated in your life yet the emotion just made it even more amazing. Eventually he hit that one special spot and you gasps " yes! right there! right there! Please! " you cried out as your nails dug into the fabric of the couch.

It only took a couple more sloppy thrusts to that same spot did you finally cum, your body letting out short spasms during your orgasm. His orgasm didn't come long after yours and you could feel his semen fill you while a little bit rolled down the inside of your thighs. Both of you looked at each other while panting, trying to catch your breaths before breaking out into a fit of laughter, Nahoya pulled out of you and pulled you closer to his chest.

" So....Round 2? "

Tagging; @kazutoraholic

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers nahoya #nahoya smut #nahoya kawata #kawata twins #˗ˏˋ addict ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 💦 ꒱

[killabratzzcherri]

♥︎. — ran haitani x reader

♥︎. — rans girlfriend learns a new emotion because of the new girl. Now all she needs to do is get rid of the problem.

♥︎. includes — college!au, nobody dies!au, violence, gore, obsessive behavior, reader is kinda crazy, exhibitionism, female penetration.

♥︎. tags — @anonymouslosersworld @omi-replies

You never considered yourself a bad person. You weren’t exactly a saint, but you were a relatively decent human being.

So why?

So why?

Why has God decided to forsaken you in such a way?

You were, no, ARE in a happy relationship with Ran. The ever playful poster bad boy that girls fell for. You weren’t an exception to the list of girls and I’m sure even guys who had a crush on the male but what made you special was that you actually bagged him. I mean, why wouldn’t he notice you when you stood out from the boring sea of regular students. You both definitely had your ups and downs but you pushed through. You’ve worked so hard for this, there was no way you were gonna let such a man slip through your fingers over petty things.

You grew to understand just how important the gang was to him. Even growing a weird fondness for Bonten yourself. You didn’t complain when he came home extremely late into the evening, sometimes even covered in blood, bruises, and wounds. You scolded him, of course, only wishing for the male to be more careful the next time ‘round. Forcing him to complete the assignments for his classes and to try and attend them.

You couldn’t be speaking much though because since you’ve started dating Ran, you hung out with some of the other members(despite Rans wishes). Teased Rindou alongside Ran whenever you could, seeing him as your own little brother. Forming a bond with Kokonoi over your shared passion for money and such. Even getting into your own little fights from time to time.

You spend time with Mikey, often holding impromptu earring contests. Pulling pranks on the other gang members with Sanzu. The only underlying problem between you was that he had yet to tell you, he loved you. It wasn’t really a gnawing issue at first until She came along.

She is ruining everything!

She is a typical blonde, blue-eyed, ‘perfect’ body, pale skin tone BITCH. Probably sent from the deepest part of hell to mess up your relationship with Ran. You don’t exactly remember her name, it was Shirou something. Or something along those lines, you were to blinded by this sudden emotion that you couldn’t bring yourself to remember the girls name.

But you have to keep your cool, nothing good comes from an unexpected outburst. Control your emotions.

She, no, Shirou had appeared in your college as a transfer student. A incident from her old university forced her to transfer to your own. At first, you treated her kindly. Showed her around most of the campus and grabbed lunch together since Ran had things to do that day. She somehow both degraded and praised herself at the same time during your conversations, which the topic never seemed to switch away from her.

It threw up red flags inside your head but you brushed it off. Not wanting to, so quickly judge the woman. And even if she was toxic, that was her own issues to deal with and whoever decided to become official friends with her. You even let her get away with not bringing her wallet and leaving you to pay for both of y’all. Yet she has the audacity to try and take your man from you!?

No fucking way.

Everything going downhill when she started showing up at Bonten meetings. You don’t know how she had found the meeting place, who possibly told her, or who even let her stay, better yet live, but she was there. Nobody could exactly pinpoint when she started showing up and why, but nevertheless, you welcomed her with open arms.

You didn’t missed those lustful glances towards the more attractive men in the gang, nor did you miss the ‘playful’ and longing actions she did around them. Then blaming it on how ‘different’ she was from ‘other’ girls. Ah, so she was one of ‘those’ girls. The ones who think they can just do anything they want and people will let it slide.

To bad you weren’t the one to be messed with. You felt an unknown emotion wash over you at the sight of her flirting with Ran. It felt bitter and you didn’t like it one bit. The urge to wrap your hands around her throat and just start squeezing ‘til she stopped breathing nagged your brain. You gave her a chance, you really did but there is only so much bullshit you can take. You really started to reach your boiling point when for some bizarre reason. She decided that Ran was the one she wanted, whether you both were together or not. And that pissed you off.

You were already insecure enough, the ever lasting scar his last girlfriend had left on Rans heart has yet to leave. Sometimes you’ll find him staring off into space, stuck in his own head while staring at that accursed teddy bear he got for her. But you endured, over time he would surely grow to love you on the same level he had once loved her. And you would be happily waiting patiently for that day.

Until then, you could handle the pitying glances sent your way. Or the advice your female peers gave you about how it could turn toxic. What do they know anyways? The unknown feeling appeared again at the thought of that girl.

It was one faithful day that you just couldn’t take it anymore. The day started out just fine, you and Ran had decided to just hang out at the hangout place since he wanted to finish up some stuff. You had expected it to be a chill day between you two, away from all the craziness of the gang and school. That was until you saw Shirou in the building, skimpily dressed, twirling a piece of her golden hair on her finger. Giggling at practically nothing.

You narrowed your eyes, anger boiling inside your stomach, slowly rising up until it would eventually erupt. You clenched and unclenched your fists, watching as Ran talked to this whore. You saw her eyes lit up whenever he said something, small touches to his hand when he showed her the workings of his motorcycle, her attention barely on the bike but instead, admiring his face.

You felt like your whole body was on edge, ready to jump at this bitch and rip her apart. But Ran would get mad; he wouldn’t understand. He almost never understands the way you feel, when you get protective over him when some innocent looking witch tried to seduce him. He always said you shouldn’t be worried, that there was nothing and that he didn’t even recognize them as women. Liar. After all, he was still a man, looking for a quick fuck and then get out. It was fine though, one day he’ll see that he only needs you in his life. No one else.

You still had yet to figure what this unknown feeling has, but whatever it was, was flaring up in you like crazy. Regardless, you smiled kindly and greeted both of them. God, was her voice always this annoying?

The date was ruined and your patience has waned thin. You had to get rid of her. It was late at this point and streets were still buzzing with people as they were either heading home or getting ready to have some nightly fun. It didn’t really matter to you, your eyes were focused on one particular person that you picked out from the crowd.

She didn’t seem aware or your presence, and if she was then she made no sign of acknowledgment. You followed her the minute you kissed Ran goodbye, determined to end the source of your suffering. She has been walking for a while now to no particular destination but you continued. After some time, she arrived at a empty park, and walking into the wood. You had known that she knew you were there, it didn’t matter.

She had stopped at an isolated part of the forest, before turning to you. “Ah! Y/n-senpai! I knew it was you following me~” she said with a closed-eye smile. You didn’t reply for a moment, analyzing the situation you were in.

“Why?” You mumbled, she titled her head innocently in confusion. “Out of all of the men that you could’ve chosen, you picked MY Ran as you target.” You voice rang out into the trees. Her eyes slightly widened in realization before giggling, “are you jealous Y/n-senpai?” Your world seemed to stop.

Jealous?

Your jealous?

There was no way you could’ve been jealous over her. She didn’t even have a chance of getting with Ran so how you could be jealous. The simple accusation was outrageous. But maybe…

“Don’t worry Y/n-senpai, I don’t like Haitani-san. I like you.” She proclaimed, instantly bringing you back into reality. Suddenly her innocent smile didn’t seem as innocent as it was before.

“You’re just so perfect that I really want to be like you! You see, I hate myself but then I met you and couldn’t help but wish that I could be just like you!” She continued, taking a step towards you. You felt a chill go down your spine.

Shut up

“So I went through your things and bought everything that you had, the ones I couldn’t buy, I made myself. I dressed like you, talked like, even wear the same make-up! My hair on the other hand…” her voice seemed to drop at the mention of her hair, her smile disappeared from her face as she glared at a piece of her golden blonde hair.

Shut up

“My hair’s too short/long so I can’t match your hairstyle” she spat, sneering at the hair strand in her hand. She turned back to you with her cheerful smile, “But I want to everything about you Y/n-senpai!” You hadn’t realized how close she’s gotten until she took your hand into hers. A crazed look in her ocean blue eyes.

Shut up

“I really like you Y/n-senpai!”

Shut up

Bitter

“Y/n-senpai?”

Shut up

Your hand reached out to the girl, “Y/n-senpai?” You pushed her up against a nearby tree, your hands grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. Your lips crashing onto hers, pushing your in between her legs and rubbing against her clothed cunt. Her eyes widened in surprise, taking that chance to stick your tongue into her mouth.

This lasted for a few seconds before you finally pulled away, a string of saliva connected between your mouths. Her head was spinning at your sudden actions, “Y-Y/n-senpai! Why di-did you do that!?” She stuttered. Her face was a shade pink in her flustered state, you could feel her getting wet on your thigh.

Disgusting.

A small smile appeared on your lips, you let her hands down. Intertwining them with yours, “your fingers are so small and thin Shi-Chan, your hands are so soft, it feels really good when I hug you.” You lied, tears pricked the corner of her eyes.

Bitter.

“That’s why I like you Shi-chan” you proclaimed, her eyes widened. She turned her head away, “ that’s a lie! That’s a lie!” She exclaimed in denial. You tilted your head, “but it’s true” you said.

She looked down, “but I’m so ugly and disgusting, how could you ever like someone like me!?” She cried. Dropping down to her knees as she sobbed.

“I won’t be able to love you if you act like that.” You replied, she looked up at you in shock. “I think your really wonderful just the way you are Shi-chan, the way you were born. Even if your not that strong, it’s fine. Because I will be the only one to love you” you proclaimed crouching down to her level.

Lies

She stared at you with such adoration it was so repulsive. She gripped onto your shirt as her tears hit the grass, “that’s unfair Y/n-senpai…” she spoke. “How can- how can I say no to something that makes me so happy?”

You still smiled sweetly at her, “I surprised you right? I’m sorry.” You apologized, she fell into your arms as she sobbed into your shoulder. You stroked the back of her head, out of her sight, your eyes didn’t hold the same kindness and love it did a second ago. A scowl quickly replacing your smile.

“But Shirou…” you started, she stopped crying at the sound of her name and your sudden voice change. “Don’t ever pry into my life or relationship again ok?” You said darkly, tightly gripping onto the back of her head. “I’m a little angry about it” your grip grew tighter around her head.

She started to tremble in your hold, “I’m sorry, please don’t hate me. I’ll do whatever you want” she frantically spoke. You weren’t really listening though, you made up your mind the moment you kissed Ran bye. If she loved you, then she would die for you.

Ran liked to think he was open to anything so when you lured him into the forest behind a park. Giving him the most lustful look, who was he to deny his baby?

He placed his hands on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck with a goofy smile. Leaving tempting kisses on his lips, he grinned down at you. “So what brought on this bold behavior babe?” He questioned in between kisses.

You shook your head, “no reason~ just wanted to try something new~” you answered before pushing him to the ground and straddling his waist. He accepted the answer, to focused on the pleasure ahead of him instead. You were glad for that, you didn’t need him asking to much questions.

You rubbed your dripping cunt against his pants, moaning out from the pleasure of your aching clit finally getting some relief brought you. Ran could feel his pants getting painfully tighter, his cock begging to be freed at the realization that you hasn’t been wearing any panties from the start. Your kisses became sloppy as you fumbled with his belt and pulling his down his pants. You let his cock out from his boxers, already leaking precum. You placed at the entrance of your cunt, not being able to wait any longer.

Ran pulled away from the kiss and stopped you, “wait, we haven’t prepped you yet. Don’t wanna hurt you” he said, you smiled at him for thinking about you. “It’ll be fine, I prepped myself already before coming here. Just put it in already, please.” You begged, kissing down his neck. Ran didn’t have to be told twice when he pushed himself inside of you, making you moan in pleasure in the process. He started to thrust into you, leaving you both in a pleasure filled daze. Making you almost miss something that you’ll never forget.

He told you he loved you.

You weren’t sure whether he actually meant it or not. You thought maybe it was the sex talking when he said it. Ran confessed to you in a low growl as his body pressed against yours. You didn’t know if it was the way you wrapped around him that made him think this way. You felt the heat in your body raise as those words left his mouth, “F-fuck Y/n I love you.”

You didn’t care what the reason was but you were ready to cry on the spot from happiness. You pulled away from his neck, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. A wicked smile pulled against your lips at the memories of last night.

Blood. So much blood. Her screams in pain and agony, her pleas and her seemingly lifeless body. Lying face down in the very same area he was fucking you in right now. Not even a good 20 feet away she was, hidden behind a large tree. To think, she was trying to get in between you and this moment. Oh, the thought only made anger boil in your heart.

You lifted your head, your eyes looking over to the tree. You could see a hand on the ground, unmoving. You knew she wasn’t dead but you wished you had killed her thoroughly.

Ha! Jealousy! An emotion you didn’t think was possible for you to feel. The world has a cruel way of proving you wrong. You realized that you loathed the emotion with a passion and anyone who makes you feel that way would be killed.

You saw the hand give a little twitch, a sign she was still alive and you pulled his lips into another sloppy make-out session. Wanting to feel him with every fiber of your being. He was yours and you were his. She would never come between the two of you, would never have what you had. You wanted to hurt her more, wanted to beat her until she was a bloody mess, not to be recognized not even by her poor mother.

Because you are his one and only lover.

Forever sweet.

Forever charming.

Forever a fucking psychopath.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tw: violence #tokyo revengers ran #haitani ran #ran haitani #ran x you #ran x y/n #ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #yandere #bonten #˗ˏˋ addict ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 💦 ꒱

[killabratzzcherri]

Burn For You

➻❥ Characters; Rindou Haitani // Ran Haitani

➻❥ Pairing(s); Rindou Haitani x reader // *slight* Ran Haitani x reader

➻❥ Includes; angst(?), mediaeval au, forbidden love, arranged marriage, infidelity.

➻❥ Inspired By; burn for you by abigail barlow & emily bear

➻❥ Summary; Y/n is betrothed to Ran Haitani of the royal family, but she can't seem to get her husbands younger brother out of her head. They can only keep their true feelings and desires at bay for so long.

➻❥ Authors Note; I KNOW I ENDED IT BADLY BUT PLEASE HAVE MERCY. I rushed the ending and kind of left it open so you can just imagine what happened to them. Or I could make a part 2 but that's very unlikely.

" Do you, Y/n L/n, plead guilty to your crime of Adultery with Sir Rindou Haitani? " The King questioned, his eyes glaring down at you from his throne. The other members of the royal family and court peered down at you with disgust and anger. Your legal husband only looked at you emotionlessly, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

The rusted chains around your wrist and ankles dug into your skin, your beautiful dress traded in for a tattered and teared one. Your hair was oily and tangled, dirt littered every strand. But even then, Ran still found you as beautiful as when you were dressed in your lovely dresses and hair delicately combed.

The questioned strangely reminded you of your wedding day, when the high priest asked if you took Ran to be your husband. The day that was supposed to be every girls dream but was your worst nightmare. So you answered the same as you had that wretched day.

" Yes. I, Y/n L/n, plead guilty to my crime. "

It was a practically dark night that evening, the clouds blocking the moon light. The stars were concealed by the fogginess of the clouds. It was truly a shame, as the night was the only piece of closeness you had of the one you longed for. He often reminded you of the night, so dark and mysterious, cold when he wants to be yet sometimes warm at the same time.

He was Rindou Haitani, 2nd prince of the Roppongi kingdom.

But then there was his brother, the one you were married (off) too. You must think that he was some type of jerk since you think of his younger brother, but in reality there wasn't. While his younger brother was the night, he could be represented as the midday glow. Bright yet down-to-earth, he was calm and stern with an air of playfulness that could either make you hate or love him. Your marriage hadn't been to long ago, around 6 months at least.

He was Ran Haitani, 1st and crown prince of the Roppongi kingdom.

You had thought it was going to be enough time for your underlying feelings for his brother to subside but that wasn't looking so good for you. That wasn't the issue at hand though. You could feel your heart beating rapidly, threatening to fill out of your chest from fear. You had done the unthinkable, something you could get exiled for if they were feeling nice.

You paced back and forth around you bedroom. Rindou watched you with an unreadable expression, " this is what you call a honeymoon? Pacing 'round our separate rooms doesn't seem all that romantic " You spoke sarcasticly, he narrowed his eyes at you.

" Running away from our elaborate ruse, we're doomed.... " You continued, anxiously fiddling with your fingers. " Y/n " Rindou called, you turned turned to him with a glare. " Please forgive me, your highness. For I'm currently experiencing a slight problem "

" Your highness? " he questioned with a dark wry chuckle. Glaring down at the floor with such an intense displeasure.

" You can't even look me in the face, and now I must lie in the mess you've made! " you pushed on. His head snapped back up to redirect his glare at you, " the mess we made! " he corrected. You jabbed your finger into his chest, " it was your mistake! You kissed me in the maze! " you retorted, your voice growing louder.

" I was prepared to take my life that day! " he exclaimed, your mouth slightly parted in surprised at the information. Your face taking on a troubled expression.

" I stole your fate. " You proclaimed, the images of Rindou riding off war flashed through your head.

" I stole your fate. " Rindou argued, you becoming queen flashed through his mind. Ruling over the kingdom alongside his brother and soon giving birth to your future kids.

" I stole your fate. " You disagreed.

" No I STOLE YOUR FATE! " he yelled.

" I don't understand " you muttered, your eyes searching his for any type of answer. Silence filled the room for a moment, " and now you're forced to love a man you...hate " he mumbled. " Rindou I- " he cut you off by holding up his hand, he shook his head. " I know you don't feel the same, " his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb grazing over your soft skin. The candle light casting a dark glow over you, making you look almost scandalous.

" But I burn for you, " he confessed, his eyes never leaving yours. You own eyes stared back at him, slightly widening at his words, " you burn for me? " you muttered. Almost scared to ask as if he would suddenly take back his words. You placed you hand over the one he had on your face, leaning into it.

" I burn " he said again, his voice holding a firm tone. He pressed his forehead against yours as your noses brushed against each other. " I also burn for you " you admitted, feeling a light happy feeling flutter through your chest at your confession.

Rindou's eyes flickered down to your lips, " can I kiss you? " he asked in such a forgein soft voice that you almost missed it. You nodded your head, to caught up in the moment to say anything. The feeling of his lips meeting yours once again sent a spark flying through both your bodies. What was once a soft, romantic kiss turned hungry and passionate.

The outside world seemed to vanish at that moment, when laws and traditions were forgotten as you both feverishly stripped each other of your clothing. Desperate to be closer to another, hands tangled in each others hair. Lips intertwined 'til swollen, his lips traveling over your body, kissing and sucking any exposed fleshed he could. The sounds of your whimper and moans urging him on throughout the course of the night.

Rindou wondered if his brother had ever made you felt like this, held you so close, leaving mark that littered your body. The thought only pissed him off, but at the same time it was satisfying to know that only he could get you like this. That the girl that the girl his brother loved, loved him instead. He would never curse his brother but for something to finally go to him instead of Ran only rose his self-esteem.

Even if it costed him is head, or his right to the throne. There was no way he was letting you go, not when he already had you in his arms. Drowning in pleasure because of him. Only a fool would let Ran have you back, and he was no fool.

Tagging; @anonymouslosersworld @ghostsgf

#tw: infidelity #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #rindou haitani x reader #haitani brothers #haitani ran #tokyo revengers ran #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #ran x reader #˗ˏˋ addict ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 💦 ꒱

[killabratzzcherri]

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