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snail-day · 3 months ago

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Sometimes You Gotta Out Freak Em! - Drabble

I fear I must be sent to horny jail for this one....

Kenjaku + Others (Dagon, Mahito) x Reader

WC: 2.7K

TW: DARK CONTENT, Complete brain dump- expect errors, SMUT with plot, tentacles, piss, dehumanization, pet play, Noncon/Dubcon, Mahito being...well him, Belly bulge, squirting, oral (F! & M! receiving), Reader outfreak Kenjaku. Monster fucking? Voyeurism?

18+ Minors do not interact

Kenjaku, in all his centuries of existence, had seen and done things that would make even the most deranged curses blush. Backshots? Child’s play. He’d mastered depravity long before modern humanity could even name half the acts. That’s why, when he found you—a perfectly trained human pet—he couldn’t resist keeping you for himself.

“Well, aren’t you a rare gem,” he mused, inspecting you with a mixture of intrigue and amusement. As you laid underneath him, cupping your breast gently before lightly tugging your soft nipples only to earn a blush from you.

Pets like you were hard to come by these days, so pliant and eager to please. He supposed he had Suguru to thank for that. If not for the memories locked away in Suguru’s mind, Kenjaku might have been left scratching his head, wondering just how a mere human had been broken so perfectly.

But instead, he simply smirked. "You really are a thoughtful little thing, aren’t you?" he murmured, voice dripping with mock kindness, as though he weren’t savoring the way you trembled in his grasp.

The way you looked up at him was almost poetic in its depravity—blissful eyes shimmering with a dewy haze, locked onto him as if he were the very center of your existence. You sat at his feet, utterly still except for the faint rise and fall of your chest, awaiting his next command or touch like an obedient little doll.

Kenjaku tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Such devotion,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. "I wonder if it’s genuine or just the remnants of Suguru’s handiwork."

He reached down, brushing his fingers along your cheek, watching as your gaze softened further, your lips parting slightly in silent anticipation. It was too easy. Too perfect. And, for him, too entertaining.

“Good pets know their place, don’t they?” he cooed, his tone mockingly sweet, savoring the way you instinctively leaned into his touch.

Savoring the way you stuck out your tongue as he placed his cock onto the wet flesh that swirled around his leaky tip. You liked to press cute kitten licks along the side, maintaining eye contact as your hand rubbed up and down his length, taking your time to wrap your glossy lips around the angry red tip that leaked into your mouth.

It was as if you savored him. The pathetic little thing you are

Kenjaku could be as rough as he pleased, dragging you to the brink of breaking, or as gentle as a lover’s whisper, and yet, you still looked up at him with that same unwavering devotion. Those eyes—so full of blind adoration—followed him as if he were a god, as if you existed for nothing else. It was unsettling.

Truly pathetic.

He'd scoffed, his fingers gripping your jaw firmly as he shoved the full length down your throat, the gagging sound filling the room, eyes brimming with tears. Eyes that continued to look up at him with such puppy love. “You really don’t have a shred of dignity, do you?” he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. But there was a flicker of intrigue in his expression, as though the sheer depth of your submission amused him more than he’d care to admit.

Though true submission gets boring after a while. Taking onto other measures.

Like letting Dagon have his way with you, he'd watched as you writhed on the tatami mats, the woven texture imprinting harsh red lines into your bare back. Sweet, breathless moans spilled from your lips, your brows knitting together in a delicate display of pleasure and pain. For a curse, Dagon was surprisingly gentle with you. Kenjaku hardly needed to remind him to take care—not to forget how fragile you were.

The tentacle suckers left soft, mottled marks across your skin, like scattered cherry blossoms blooming in the aftermath of his touch. The ropes binding your wrists dug into your flesh, leaving vivid crimson impressions, yet you didn’t utter a single complaint.

How disappointing.

Instead of running or screaming, you only kept your legs spread like a good girl, letting the red girthy tentacles have their way with your holes. Slowly inserting in and out, turning your insides into mush as you climaxed for the hundredth time this evening. Curling at just the right spot, just for you to squirt repeatedly, soaking the poor flooring. Your poor clit, swollen and hard, from so much sucking and rubbing. It must be painful, yet you still relented. You still cried for more, so much to the point where you drained poor Dagon. Practically milked him from dry, your poor tummy bloated with cum that gushed out as soon as his tentacles were removed from your holes leaving them gaping from the loss of such girth. You whined a little, humping your hips upwards into the air. Until Kenjaku had to tsk and finish you off once again, stuffing three fingers into your soddened cunt that gushed happily around his fingers as your eyes rolled back.

Afterwards you'd just lay there, a lovesick smile plastered across your face, so serene and unbothered that it sent a ripple of unease through Kenjaku. Your compliance was almost unnatural, a stark contrast to the frantic fear or anger he’d come to expect from humans.

It wasn’t submission born of defeat—it was something else entirely. Devotion, maybe? Adoration? Whatever it was, it was unsettling.

Kenjaku leaned over you, his expression unreadable as he studied the curve of your lips, the way your eyes shimmered with unshakable fondness even in his presence. “What is it about me that makes you so… pathetic?” he mused, voice low and laced with mockery.

He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “Or is it just your nature to love the thing that holds your leash?”

Your smile didn’t falter, and that only made him click his tongue in irritation. “You’re either the most loyal creature I’ve ever come across,” he murmured, his thumb grazing your jaw, “or the most broken.”

So Kenjaku went onto more extreme measures.

What game were you playing at? Whatever it was, he was going to figure it out.

Any normal sorcerer—or human—would have been screaming, fighting, clawing at their fate. Yet, here you were, sprawled out before him like a docile puppy, eagerly accepting whatever came your way. There wasn’t even a flicker of defiance, no instinct for self-preservation. It was almost insulting.

Kenjaku sighed, his amusement tinged with irritation. You were too obedient, too submissive. That wouldn’t do. No, if he wanted to truly own you, body and soul, he’d have to shatter that unflinching compliance, make you understand the depths of your fragility.

But he wasn’t reckless. Jogo, as useful as he could be, was far too unpredictable for his liking. Letting him anywhere near you would be a waste; you’d end up as nothing more than ash and soot, and Kenjaku wasn’t about to lose his precious toy. Besides, he doubted Jogo even comprehended the concept of lust. That was a tool he needed in this particular game.

So, he turned to Mahito.

Mahito, at first, whined and pouted, his childish tendencies flaring as he lamented not being able to “play” with you the way he wanted. But that changed quickly when he understood. When he discovered why lust was considered such a carnal, corrupting sin.

And oh, how Mahito delighted in learning. He even took the liberty of testing on his experiments!

Kenjaku leaned back, watching the scene unfold with a detached smile. It wasn’t about cruelty—it was about control. About proving that no matter how obedient you seemed, there were still depths of despair and degradation for you to fall into.

“Let’s see how far you can go,” he mused, his voice soft, almost affectionate, as if he weren’t orchestrating the destruction of everything that made you human.

Kenjaku had to impose strict rules when it came to Mahito. A curse with the ability to manipulate a human’s body so easily was dangerous—too dangerous for someone as fragile as you. One misstep, one whim taken too far, and you’d be reduced to a pile of twisted flesh and bone. And Kenjaku wasn’t about to let his precious little pet meet such an unceremonious end.

So, he decided to keep things… simpler. More controlled.

Today, it was just the two of you. A little “field trip,” as he so cheerfully called it. He held your leash tightly in his hand, the chain glinting under the dim, flickering lights of the sewer. Your knees scraped against the grimy concrete, the rough surface tearing at your skin until streaks of crimson marred your flesh. Yet, you followed without complaint, crawling like the obedient pet you were.

At least he’d dressed you up nicely for the occasion. The delicate pink lingerie clung to your form, soft and frilly, with lace trim that contrasted beautifully with the harshness of your surroundings. It was ridiculous, really, how out of place it looked here—like dressing a doll for a tea party in the depths of filth. The white tail nestled beneath the hem of the dress swayed slightly with your movements, completing the ensemble in a way that made Kenjaku chuckle to himself.

“Such a pretty sight,” he mused, glancing over his shoulder. His tone was almost warm, as though he were praising a child. “You’re lucky, you know. I don’t dress just anyone up like this.”

He tugged the leash gently, pulling you closer as he stopped to crouch down in front of you. His hand brushed against your cheek, smearing a bit of the dirt that had collected there.

“Now, now, don’t look so pathetic,” he said, though the amused glint in his eyes betrayed his enjoyment of your pitiful state. “You’re doing so well. Maybe, if you behave, I’ll reward you when we get back.”

He had figured that making you piss in the small patches of grass that littered between concrete cracks of the sewers right before entering Mahito’s so called home would break your spirit. You looked up at him with such tearful eyes, the way your glossy lips wobbled.

“Go on,” he urged, his voice dripping with mockery as he chuckled softly, giving the chain attached to your pink diamond-studded collar a firm tug.

Your gaze dropped to the patch of grass beneath you, shame burning hotter than the flush on your cheeks. His instructions had been humiliatingly clear, his tone saccharine as he made you bite down on the hem of your frilly pink dress to keep it pristine. “Can’t ruin such a thoughtful present, now can we?” he’d said with a smirk that you could still feel, even without looking.

Your breath hitched as you met his gaze once more, his predatory eyes locking onto yours, a cruel amusement dancing within them. Slowly, reluctantly, you obeyed, dipping your hips and releasing.

Tears welled in your eyes, trembling on the edge of spilling as you clenched them shut, unwilling—unable—to face the smirk undoubtedly carved onto his expression. Not Kenjaku’s face, no. Suguru’s. The familiarity of it made the degradation cut even deeper.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed, his tone deceptively sweet as he tugged on the chain, coaxing you forward. His hand brushed over your trembling head as if in mock affection, as though he hadn’t just shattered another piece of your dignity.

The sobs wracking your body seemed to please him, his grin widening as you crawled beside him, each movement dragging you further into despair.

“Come now,” he said, his voice soft but unyielding as the two of you approached the looming entrance ahead. “We’re just getting started.”

Yet even that didn’t break you.

You only sobbed a little, the tears streaking your flushed cheeks a pitiful display, but not the collapse he might have hoped for. Your lips wobbled, trembling as if you wanted to cry harder but didn’t dare. Instead, you crawled beside him, head bowed, the chain rattling softly with each movement.

Kenjaku’s brow arched slightly, his amusement tinged with curiosity. “Still holding on, are you?” he mused, his tone teasing, almost affectionate. He gave the leash another sharp tug, forcing you to pick up your pace.

“That resolve of yours is impressive,” he said, his voice lowering, a dark edge creeping into his words. “But it’s also terribly boring.”

Despite his words, there was something about your defiance—muted and trembling though it was—that only served to fuel his interest further. You weren’t broken. Not yet.

But you would be.

It wasn’t as if Mahito had been gentle with you either.

Kenjaku leaned casually against the wall, his arms crossed as he watched with detached amusement. It was almost fascinating—how even a curse, with all its grotesque cruelty and detachment from human emotions, could succumb to something as primal and carnal as lust.

Mahito, for all his usual glee in destruction, seemed completely enthralled. His touch was rough, unrestrained, yet oddly deliberate as though he were experimenting with something new, something forbidden. Kenjaku’s sharp gaze remained fixed, cold and calculating, ensuring that Mahito didn’t overstep the boundaries.

“Remember,” Kenjaku’s voice cut through the dimly lit room, calm but laced with unmistakable authority. “You’re not to alter a single inch of them.”

Mahito paused for a moment, his lips curling into a grin that was both playful and sinister, a slight roll of his hips that dove his cock into your cunt deeper. “Of course, of course,” he replied, his tone sing-song, though his hands didn’t still. “I wouldn’t ruin your precious pet, now would I?”

Kenjaku’s eyes narrowed slightly, his smile faint but sharp as a blade. “See that you don’t. It would be such a shame to have to put you back in your place.”

You took everything Mahito gave you. The way he stretched your poor wet cunt a little too much as your mouth gaped, drooling onto the sewer floor as he pounded you harshly from behind. The bulge of his cock...or in this instance two cocks stuck out from your poor tummy.

You turned your head slightly, your gaze lifting to meet Kenjaku’s. A lovesick smile adorned your lips, so warm and soft that it sent a ripple of unease through him. It was the kind of expression that shouldn’t have existed in this moment, not after everything.

That smile continued to unsettle him, gnawing at the edges of his carefully crafted detachment.

Perhaps he couldn’t break you after all. You were pliant, obedient, and yet utterly unyielding in a way that defied logic. It wasn’t rebellion—no, that he could crush. It was something far more insidious, something that felt disturbingly close to devotion.

And in your stubbornness, in that unwavering gaze of yours, you did something truly dangerous.

You almost made him feel human.

For a fleeting second, he felt the faint stirrings of something foreign, something he couldn’t quite name. Was it pity? No, it couldn’t be. Kenjaku didn’t pity anyone, least of all you. Yet, that smile of yours lingered in his mind, a crack in the perfect veneer of his control.

He straightened, pulling on the chain with just enough force to remind himself—and you—of his authority.

Mahito had done a number on you, love bites and bruises littered your fragile body as you crawled next to Kenjaku. Cum dripping out of your leaking cunt, the tail still swishing as you walked. The frilly dress was torn to shreds. Truly a pathetic sight.

When you both returned home, Kenjaku didn’t bother speaking. He led you wordlessly to the bathroom, the leash still in hand, though his grip was loose now. The routine was practiced, methodical, and yet there was something almost uncomfortably intimate about it as he prepared the warm bath and guided you in.

He bathed you slowly, his hands deliberate but impersonal as they moved across your skin. Yet, even in his detachment, you leaned into him, nestling into his arms as though the world around you didn’t exist.

It was the kisses that truly grated on him—the way your lips pressed softly, almost tenderly, against the crook of his neck, leaving a trail of warmth that he neither wanted nor asked for.

"You truly irritate me," he muttered, his tone flat, though there was an edge to it, a simmering frustration he couldn’t quite suppress. He paused, his hands stilling for a moment as he looked down at you, curled against him with that same lovesick devotion that made his stomach twist.

Perhaps you were more deranged than he was.

The thought lingered, unsettling and absurd. You had to be, to act this way. To look at him—not Suguru’s face, but him—with such blind affection, as though none of it mattered. As though the chains, the humiliation, the degradation were nothing more than a distant memory to you now.

He scoffed, tipping your chin up with one hand, forcing your gaze to meet his. “Do you even know what you’re doing?” he asked, his voice low, laced with mockery. “Or are you just that hopelessly broken?”

You didn’t answer, of course. You only blinked up at him, lips parted slightly, as though waiting for another command or a word of praise. It was maddening.

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to stop you.

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