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lilacxquartz · 10 months ago

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Those Late Summer Nights I Chapter 11

satoru gojo x f!reader × suguru geto

plot: you moved to tokyo over the summer to take a teaching job. as you get settled in, you find yourself entangled in a toxic dynamic.

chapter summary: both you and satoru have an assigned course together because you’ll be likely working together. suguru in the meantime struggles to maintain his jealousy.

warnings: noncon touching

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11. Chemistry

The next day, Suguru tried to do everything right by you under the impression that if he didn’t, that it would all go wrong for him.

He returned you back home to the apartment in one piece, confirming with you at least a dozen times that you understood exactly what happened between the two of you last night.

In truth, you didn’t really know how to feel just yet. The situation still felt forced at best simply due to how intoxicated you were when he started to make a move on you but at the same time, you weren’t sure how to leave such a position.

It wasn’t like he was holding you hostage, but he did keep you on his radar, ensuring that you could never stray too far away from him.

So could you really leave…?

You debated telling Shoko when you were back home, but your heart pitted in your stomach whenever you tried to do so. You hated yourself the whole time that you couldn’t tell her a single thing, hindered by your own… What even was it? Embarrassment? Shame? Disgust?

It must have been everything all at once.

And then finally, a distraction came. Something to help you take your mind off of things; the whole reason that you came here in the first place.

At some point during the next week, you had to attend the campus along with Satoru to go over some type of integral planning as you were both to be overseeing one student in particular that the college believed could be helped better with two role models rather than just the one alone.

Suguru wasn’t particularly thrilled about such a prospect, but he kept his feelings well hidden now that he believed to have established at least something with you and attended the college too, claiming it was for moral support.

You on the other hand didn’t think too much about the work event at all, struggling instead to keep up with Satoru who already left you feeling intimidated in the classroom despite you both being equals, supposedly.

It didn’t help that he enjoyed bragging about his abilities, either, explaining the full extent of his capabilities in extensive detail.

Your own technique paled in comparison and you were acceptable at best in direct combat, as you initially studied to become more so a support sorcerer rather than one that dishes out continuous damage.

Such festering self-doubt left you wondering for a hot second what you were doing here to begin with, but it all quickly subsided when you understood that you were chosen for a reason, so you shouldn’t let it get to you too much.

Your technique wasn’t even that bad to begin with; essentially possessing a shield bubble of sorts that both slowed and reduced damage, protecting anyone within a certain radius. The only kicker was that you had to remain close to the targets, or else the technique would wane.

Your old teacher back in the day encouraged for you to get better at combat, pointing out that it would only further enhance your potential but you never quite got the opportunity to learn such things, so you worked with what you had, happy to talk about it as needed.

Suguru continued to linger by the classroom in his attempted claim of moral support, when in reality he was making sure that Satoru kept things strictly professional.

His looming observation was quickly drawn to a halt however, as Yaga soon requested his attention for something important and it wasn’t as though he could deny the man, so he left for the time being.

By the time he was done however, both you and Satoru were nowhere to be found on the campus and that was a thought that didn’t sit right with him at all.

In the beginning stupor of his own self sabotaging jealousy, he sent to you a text:

“Where are you?”

“Satoru sponsoring after work meal,” was what you replied back with, thinking that it would be fine because it was just a thing between coworkers, especially since you had long moved on from Satoru’s kiss.

You didn’t know why you were entertaining something casual with Suguru though, something as friendly as texting him after what he had done to you. Guiltily your mind kept drifting back to what he kept telling you, feeling some sort of unwanted comfort after what he forced on you.

Why did you feel that way…?

Suguru meanwhile stirred at that response because you didn’t know Satoru the same way as he did; you didn’t know that he used to serial date and would often talk about who he picked up, how he picked them up—you hadn’t the faintest clue what Satoru was actually capable of which was precisely what he tried so hard to keep you far away from.

Of course this all had to happen when he was genuinely interested in someone for a change, feeling his resentment boil and bubble away.

Choosing to trust you despite disliking the situation, he left it at something passive aggressive instead:

“Where?” he texted back after a moment.

With no response, he sent something again, “Is your phone on silent again?”

Suguru stared blankly at the screen with no incoming responses, but tried to trust you in the end. As far as you were both aware, you were involved with him, so maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“Have fun,” he finally settled on, ending on a passive aggressive text.

It wasn’t as though he wanted for you to have a bad time, but…

He also wasn’t happy that you never at least let him know, feeling entitled to every single thing that you did, unsure as to why he even felt that way.

In the meanwhile, you remained blissfully unaware as you finished up the contents of your meal, hoping for it to keep you full for long. You wanted to avoid cooking tonight if you could help it, needing a dire recharge after today as well as what had been happening for weeks prior.

Satoru walked you back home after, trying to keep his arm wrapped around your waist to which you moved away from—feeling a little conflicted as you still had that other thing going on.

You didn’t understand if you were now involved with Suguru or not, but regardless, it felt strange to give into even what could have been platonic touch from Satoru because of how messy it all was. You didn’t want for something like that to repeat again with someone else, so you attempted to reject as many times as you had to—to at least get the message across.

Satoru retracted his hand, feeling annoyed for a change but he couldn’t quite figure out why. It all started going wrong for him from the moment he saw Suguru interact with you when you were back home at Shoko’s.

He wasn’t the jealous type at all, but just like Suguru, just like you, he felt confused.

So when he returned his hand around your shoulder this time, to a safe and friendly location, only for you to push him away, he lost it just a little.

“Really?” he asked, his mask slipping off just a little so that you could see the fire behind his otherwise serene blue eyes.

“I-I just don’t really like being touched like that,” you replied, continuing to attempt the effort of setting boundaries.

The entire reason you got into the whole other mess was because you didn’t set up enough of those to begin with.

Satoru sulked a little as he tanked the rejection, feeling his pride take a hit as well. He wanted to point out to you that Suguru had been getting very touchy with you lately but you hadn’t been complaining about that at all, but that’s when he finally made the connection that you two must have been closer than he had originally thought.

Staying silent for a moment longer, he quickly pieced everything together as he understood why both of you were acting so weird lately.

As such, he extracted one final response from you, moving his hand around your back as he then studied your reaction to his touch next.

“Stop,” you replied, your voice a lot firmer.

“Ah, it’s okay, I’m sorry,” Satoru replied as he feigned a smile again; a strained laugh escaping through his lips, as though he wasn’t bothered at all, “I’m just so used to doing this with everyone, I didn’t even think it was making you uncomfortable.”

You didn’t want to make this a whole big deal so you tried to be reasonable within your response too.

“It’s… okay,” you replied in a drawn out way, however, not quite buying his excuse.

You learned that over the past month or so exactly what type of person he was, so you were quickly growing cautious around him as well as people like him. Men who were a little too friendly, a little too flirty. You could trust him to keep a dark secret, but you couldn’t quite trust him to respect your boundaries all the way.

“Look, I’m sorry, [name],” he said as he kept his hands to himself now, “I need to be somewhere else anyway, so I’ll let you go back by yourself now, you’ll be fine right?”

“I-I think so…?” you replied, looking over at the road ahead, it was empty where you were but the streets were for the most part lit up, except in some areas.

It was quite late by now but you were certain that you would be alright. Your apartment wasn’t too far away from this street and it was a relatively short walk away.

You walked down the remainder of the road in silence, taking your phone out to consider texting back Suguru’s vague message but you weren’t really sure how to do so.

You sighed as you pocketed it for now, feeling assured by the building standing tall in the near distance. Soon enough you’d be back in bed and you’d be fast asleep, so maybe you could think about all of this with more clarity if you were in a better state of mind.

As you found yourself lost deep in your thoughts however, you didn’t have time realise nor even react to someone sneaking up right behind you and pushing your chest right against the wall of a nearby alley way, so poorly lit and off to the side in the dead of night.

You tried to move back just a little but your back was so tightly pressed against this person that you couldn’t move nor turn a single inch. It was dim and you couldn’t quite see who it was, your remaining senses clinging onto the smell of a distinctive cologne.

They were stronger than you, you could tell that much. They also had quicker reflexes than you, not giving you enough wiggle room to readjust yourself as you had so desperately wanted to do so.

The man’s hands roamed around your neck to keep your head turned against the wall, the other hand retreating slowly as it worked its way down to your hip, slipping right below the fabric of your top and copping a feel of your breasts.

You froze as this happened for a moment before trying to put up a further fight. You managed to annoy the person in question in doing so as he promptly reacted by slamming the front of your body against the wall as your body soaked up the remainder of the damage.

It was then that you could hear a whispered ‘oops’ slip out. It sounded almost familiar, but your fear was clouding all reason.

This sort of hold on your body went on for more than you liked, the man’s hands brushing against your body with just a little more care now. His knee moved in between your legs as he kept you in place with his thigh, his face moving in closer to where your neck and shoulders met.

You could feel as this quickly excited him, a certain region of him growing harder as he pressed up against your body. His hands continued to explore you and just as he got even a little bit further, he pulled away.

“Next time, I’m not letting you go,” he whispered as he trailed off.

You couldn’t quite move your body but he slowly dislodged himself from the tight hold he had you in, taking a step away and leaving you alone as his footsteps quickly disappeared down the road.

By the time you turned around, he was already gone and you were alone.

Your mind fully went blank as you walked yourself back home on autopilot, barely noticing that there was anyone in the living room just hanging out casually. Shoko and Suguru both watched some type of reality show on the television but you barely had any time to register either of them.

Instead, you dropped your bag at the door and very calmly took your shoes off at the entrance, walking quietly into the bathroom. Flipping on the lights, you could see that your face looked to be in a pretty rough state; your lip was busted, your cheeks were raw and bleeding with dust from the brick wall hanging near your eyelashes and brows.

Not to mention the state of your outfit, slightly torn and not sitting right on your body.

You were starting to feel violently ill as you started to process what almost happened to you and also what did happen to you.

In realisation of this, you locked the door to the bathroom as you simply just needed some time to figure this all out. You ran the water from the faucet and washed your face up as much as you could, but it didn’t quite hide the damage.

The knock that followed on the door didn’t help your situation either.

You didn’t want to be seen in this kind of way.

You could hear some sort of squabbling behind the door, some shuffling and finally silence that followed.

“Just, let me do the talking,” you could finally make out. It sounded like Shoko’s voice.

You talked yourself into opening up the door and facing them sooner than never, just to simply get this all over with.

As soon as Shoko took even one look at you, she stepped right past you in complete silence to get the first aid kit from the bathroom. The damage seemed minimal enough thankfully that she didn’t have to use her technique, but she still felt that she needed to treat you.

Suguru in the meantime stared at your face as something snapped internally within him. He wanted to ask you about it but he also didn’t want to upset you, knowing just how you were about… anything really.

The last person he left you with was Satoru, but he confirmed with him that he was on his way home leaving you nearby outside of the apartment.

(Unless…?)

He stayed silent as Shoko treated you; washing up your face a little better and disinfecting what needed to be. He also noticed that your body looked roughed up and that your clothes didn’t sit quite right on your frame and to put it lightly, he didn’t like this particular feeling that he was feeling right now.

“What happened?” he finally ended up asking as soon as you seemed just a little calmer. He wasn’t going to press you in front of Shoko even if he did want to know more.

“I, uh,” you replied blankly as you stared right past him, clearing your throat as you tried to explain it properly, “I was almost back but someone dragged me into the alley across the street.”

Both of them could take a wild guess at what followed and Shoko remained quiet, knowing that this might be a sensitive topic. She would have usually replied asking if you kicked the guy where it hurt, but something felt more serious about this situation.

Suguru on the other hand couldn’t quite shake off a certain suspicion out of his mind. The timing was too perfect and it bothered him. He was feeling some responsibility for what had happened and felt some degree of possessiveness that he couldn’t quite explain as his mind spiralled at the thought of you being touched by someone else—even if it wasn’t your fault.

He hated himself for thinking this way.

“Did you see what he looked like?” he asked you, allowing to spare the intricate details of what exactly the person did, he would get those later, one way or another.

“He wouldn’t let me get a look at him,” you said as you shook your head in response, Shoko trying her best to keep your chin in place as she treated you.

“Anything else that might hurt?” she asked you.

“My shoulder—collarbone area,” you said as you felt soreness radiate from that particular area, “my chest… too.”

“Can I take a look?”

“Go ahead.”

She considered asking Suguru to step outside for a moment but you didn’t seem that uncomfortable with him being there (in your mind, you simply just didn’t see how it could all get worse and you blanked), so she guessed that something must have gone on between the two of you at some point. She didn’t really care as it wasn’t her place to pry, she only teased you about Satoru because it was so obvious with what he tried to do.

She did however make sure that you were wearing a camisole or some type of bra underneath before proceeding onwards just in case Satoru came in through the door or something. Had you worn nothing below your clothes, she would have worked around it.

Your clavicle area and your shoulders were indeed bruised with some red hand marks that could be seen around the top exposed area of your breasts, leading down into the cup of your bra. Towards your stomach, some bruising was also visible.

“Can you get a towel and a bag of something from the freezer?” she instructed Suguru, noticing his tense expression.

He nodded along, stepping quickly into the bathroom to grab a random towel and then off into the kitchen area to grab a bag of frozen vegetables, wrapping the towel tight around it before giving it back to Shoko.

She pressed the cold towel around the more serious looking bruises, moving your hands to keep the pack in place.

Suguru was boiling away as this all unfolded, not really saying anything anything just yet. It took him a lot of self restraint to not say or do something he shouldn’t in front of Shoko, but both his jealousy as well as his guilt was starting to reach an apex.

He partially blamed Satoru for this because it happened not too long after he left, if he even left at all. Besides that, he should have been less petty with the text he sent you and made more of an effort to retrieve you because if he caught up to you, then this wouldn’t have happened.

“Are you okay?” Shoko asked after a while now that everything looked to be in order with you.

“Yeah, I mean, I guess…” you replied, your words trailing off, “I mean nothing actually ended up happening but the idea that I wasn’t able to do anything at all is messing me up.”

“It shouldn’t have happened at all, in either way or form,” Shoko continued to validate you, “but, you’re also safe here now and we’ll do our best to make you feel that way, right?”

“Right,” Suguru nodded along, feeling a little intimidated from Shoko’s glare. She was right, he should be making you feel safe now that you were away from the attacker, but something within him also stirred that shouldn’t.

It felt almost like an insult, as if it was bad karma for trying to take things too slowly with you.

Something in his mind permanently changed beyond at that point, he knew that he had to do something to change this.

He knew that he had to make you rightfully his, because he’s not going to share.

Not this time.

Not ever.

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 1 year ago

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yeah. he is.

#maj tag #whump #my art #whump community #whumpee #whump scenario #whumper #maj art #whump art #whump prompt #whump tropes #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #yandere #male yandere #tw blood #correct blog as god intended if you saw my goof earlier shut up no you didnt #anyways #saw that post and immediate thought of my wet cardboard boy

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drama-trauma · 5 months ago

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Soulmates

“Even death won't do us apart ”

“You would always be my knight in shining armour, won't you?”

“TRAITOR”

Warnings: angst, death, blood

Serving the royal family of Afyin was my fate. My father had lost our kingdom to war with Afyin and our kins had to serve the people of Afyin. From my birth, this was my fate - to be held responsible for something I was never a part of.

I never hated Arin, the prince i served. Being a knight is seen as a great honour. But is it really one when you're stuck protecting the heir to an empire of sinners? I couldn't even think of it as a curse when he smiled at me so brightly that it put the sun to shame.

“We'll be together for eternity ”

I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to make you cry. I just..... Even I don't know what it is that I wanted.But hurting you was never my intention. During each moment we spent together, I was aware of the foreboding betrayal. I am sorry for killing your people. I am sorry for killing your parents. I am sorry for the massacre.

“I'm sorry for failing as your knight.”

My people died at their hands. My family was made a joke out of. My future was sealed at your hands. Yet I never complaint. I don't remember the faces of the dead. I never did. You always nagged about it - my disrespect towards the dead.I don't care about them. They don't matter to me. But you do. You mean the world to me. Yet I chose the people who i don't even know the names of over you in the name of duty. I fulfilled the obligation I had towards my people - but at what cost?

Even as tears brimmed in your eyes as blood dripped from my sword, you said nothing. You held me close. You held me in your warm embrace. You gave me solace. Then you took it all away.

You cupped my face with your warm hands. You stared at me with love. Then you uttered those wretched words that would haunt me for eternity - “You have told me about soulmates before - two people intertwined by strings of fate that meet each other in every life time.As strangers , as friends, as lovers. I always thought that if I had a soulmate, then it would be you. I don't hate you for the blood you've shed tonight. I could never hate my beloved knight afterall. Yet it pains me as a ruler , to see my people suffer but to stand alone . I must die. It's my fate. The duty I have as a ruler. Yet let me remind you. If another lifetime exists, where we are no ruler nor a knight- then I will love you to the utmost.I have only one wish. A single plea to the heavens. Dear lord, let death not do us apart. Farewell, my beloved ”.

I couldn't bare to see what happened afterwards. It remains a haunting memory for eternity. The smile on your face as you stab yourself on my sword terrifies me. Was it a manic glee or love that shone in your eyes? Did it not hurt to die at the hands of a loved one? Did you do this knowing how it'll affect me for all the years to come, my dear prince?

Death never greeted me. It never found it's way to my doorstep. As i awaited for a recluse from my suffering, I realised. What you whispered that night were not words of love nor affection, it was a curse- a curse of immortality. I should've known. You were always interested in sorcery and I knew you the best afterall. Yet I failed. If this is my punishment for failing you as a knight , then I shall suffer with utmost honour. Afterall, I'm sure that even death at your hands must be the sweetest of treats, my dear prince.

Ages have bygone. And I watched it pass. Soulmates - that's what you hoped we were. And that's we ended up being. In every hundred years, I see a face so familiar it haunts me. Your lips, your face, your hair- they're all familiar to me except the unfamiliarity in your eyes.And it hurts. I feel as though a thousand arrows are striking my heart at the same time. But it's alright. Death won't do us apart. That's what you wished for and your wish is my command.

The unfamiliarity in your eyes churning to familiarity as each word exchanged increases is what gives me life. I deserve not your forgiveness, but wrath. Yet you fail to recognise me. That's alright. I'll remember everything for the both of us - our sins and blessings alike.

I will love you over and over again, no matter how many lifetimes it takes. Whether you're a doctor or a soldier, I'll remember your love and remind you of it again and again. I'll bare with this agony, rotting away my insides with memories I both love and despise. I shall stay by your side through each of your deaths - repenting my sins alongside. No matter the amount of tears I shed, the pain I bare and the sins I commit- your love is a remedy to it all. So please let me bask in your love and

“Let me be your knight for all of eternity”

#x gn reader #x female reader #x male reader #imagine #yandere x gn reader #tw death #major character death #angst #tragedy #reincarnation #reincarnated male #prince x reader #prince x knight #prince x gn reader #immortality #immortal reader #my take on the immortal x reincarnated trope

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livingininsomnia · 2 years ago

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Reader x Silver: Omegaverse, implied non-con, open ended, yandere Silver

You come to slowly, wrists tied up with silk, sitting in someone’s lap.

“You’re awake,” a horribly familiar voice says.

“… Silver? What…” you trail off groggily, before turning still as his hand rests possessively on the back of your bare neck.

“S-Silver?” you stutter, trembling as lips touch your jaw. “Where are we?” you ask, a jolt of adrenaline rushing with the panic.

“You broke your promise,” he ignores you. His fingers rub your neck, possessive, drawing a shudder.

Unbidden, a whine rises from your throat. He presses his lips to your neck, and you break out into cold sweat.

“W-what,” you cry, tensing. You can feel his teeth against your skin. You struggle in his arms. It’s an empty threat, but it still chills you.

“Silver, please, why…?” you plead for an explanation.

He clicks his tongue in dissatisfaction, easily keeping you pinned in his arms.

“You don’t remember,” he says, voice deadly quiet.

Your voice hitches at the eerily empty tone.

“I’m sorry,” your voice breaks, “Silver, please, I d-don’t, I’m scared,” you say in tears.

He slides a hand down your waist, through what feels like satin, or silk, a beautiful white dress that only frightens you.

“You promised to marry me,” he says quietly, fingers rubbing against your hip bone.

You breathe in a sharp, bewildered breath. “I-I? When-but then, even if- but I’m beta-“

You break off. Your whole body heats up almost violently.

“Love, was that why? You should have told me.” Silver’s voice comes oddly distant, like his mouth is muffled, or your ears are underwater.

You shake. His fingers grasp your chin. “Ah, is it finally working?”

Dread builds up along with the heat. Your stomach roils. This isn’t normal. This isn’t a simple fever. No, this is a heat. But you’re not-

“Silver… How.. What did you do?”

“The Fae have their ways,” he says vaguely. “And I am blessedly, deeply loved.”

#is this too much? hm let me know #tw: suggestive #twst fic #silver x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfic #reader x silver #yandere silver #on one hand I am deeeply tired of the omegaverse trope of non con. but on the other hand I am going through a bingo list #does he really need omegaverse to be frightening? I could have gone a lot of other routes ngl #I have so many Fae headcanons but none of them made it in…

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digenerate-trash · 1 year ago

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#trash draws #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #yandere lessons #yandere trash

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lemony-ink · 10 months ago

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"I'm literally a yandere" no you're literally about to be bullied

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whumptydaisy · 8 months ago

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🦋~Whump Concept Time~🦋

Ah the feelings of love <3

💕Heart in your mouth💕

🦋Butterflies in your tummy!🦋

😍Stomach tied up in knots😍

...except it’s all very literal gore :)

🦋~ (honestly it's such a shame, Whumper really liked this one too... maybe next time the feelings will be mutual. maybe next time they won't have to give Whumpee the feelings themself...) ~🦋

#DaisyDukes🦋#whump #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump ideas #whump tropes #whump community #insane whumper #i had a Vision™#yandere #tw: yandere #tw: body horror #tw: torture

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hawnks · 1 year ago

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that yandere hawks post made me insane btw. You have such a way with words, I’m jealous lol. The way he’ll do anything to keep you near him, and the way he got cold as soon as he noticed you were moving away? aaaaaa!!

He’s not letting you go!! He had a plan to use connections get you a job at a nice little company that he could then purchase and slowly ease you out of working altogether. Maybe merge your bank accounts. Maybe forge your name on a marriage certificate.

#thank u hehe #I’ve been very into misunderstanding tropes lately KSKKSKSS #like…. you think he doesn’t love you he thinks of you as a burden #but really he’s so deeply obsessed with you it makes him insane <3 #mint talks #tw yandere

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lilacxquartz · 10 months ago

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Don't Make Me Feel Alive I Chapter 6

kenjaku x f!reader

chapter summary: giving into a curiosity he could no longer ignore, he took his chance with you.

warnings: noncon, manga spoilers

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6. Blur

It was strange, but as Kenjaku completed the night by your side, he couldn’t help but get quite distracted. His mind raced with a one track thought as body ached with carnal curiosity. Even now, his memories were fresh with the curve of your body, frustrated with the decision to halt his exploration.

Logic aside, he was still a human; both born as one and even now, even after so many bodies still just a person. As a result, he knew it himself that such longing primal need was going to hinder his own cause.

Such a distraction led him to wonder if this was his own mind’s doing or if this was the fault of his vessel, wondering if his body might have liked something about you—ultimately deciding on the latter. Thinking back to how he acted in Kaori, there was an interest there with Jin but that was based off a pre-established relationship and also because he had to do so. As far as he knew, you had no idea who his current vessel was, so that left behind one explanation.

It was surely odd to him though as he settled on the thought.

Why… you?

He continued to plant his gaze on you as he watched you wake up, taking in everything you did and as you came around; his sights focused on how you stretched as well as how the amulet stabilised, concluding it was probably safe for him to continue.

As you continued to awaken, you felt his eyes on you without even needing to turn around to face him. It was an instinctual sort of feeling as a wave of dread washed over you and upon turning to look at him—you flinched, his eyes blank and fully devoid of a soul yet so ablaze with something you couldn’t comprehend.

Your body continued to tighten as he moved closer towards you and his intentions had finally surfaced.

(He wanted to enjoy this, to take it slow—to feed and savour your fear.)

“W-wait-“ you stammered, instantly recoiling at the prospect of him leaning closer.

Something felt wrong.

It felt as though you were being cornered.

“—Relax,” Kenjaku purred, pausing for just a moment as he leaned over you and then got up from the bed, finding your sinking reaction delicious, “just… sit up and stay still so I can inspect something.”

You reluctantly did so, feeling your breathing shudder, “T-that’s all?”

His expression remained cold and unchanged, not offering a single shred of warmth nor comfort as he instead simply nodded, closing the gap with his touch. You flinched again as his hands now pressed against your shoulders, pulling you ever so slightly towards him as he loomed over you.

You continued to shudder in growing discomfort as he disguised his intentions with you temporarily; his touch proving to feel invasive as he brushed his hands down your arms, daring to explore your waist again as well as your back and stomach, taking every passing second to memorise every single detail that he liked.

“Does this hurt?” he asked you, feigning care while also trying to get a handle on what exactly your condition took from you.

Not that he would go any easier on you.

“N-no,” you shakily replied, still frozen from what he seemed to be doing to you, “b-but I am, I-uh, I am uncomfortable so if you could please b-back awa-“

“—Relax,” he simply repeated himself, gently shushing your protests as you quietly begged him to stop. He was going to have his needs answered either way, whether you wanted for him to do so or not—so ultimately, your reluctance meant absolutely nothing to him.

You continued to feel increasingly uneasy as he moved gradually inwards, his body parking itself right in front of you. His frame towered over where you sat as he lowered himself ever so slightly to part your legs, standing dangerously close to you in a way that you didn’t like at all.

In an attempt to displace him, you tried to push him back but he didn’t budge at all, continuing to instead cage you in as he savoured the thought of what he was finally about to give into doing. His expression turned hungry, his body almost feeling as though it had to feed to sate the burning need.

(Oh, how he longed to devour you.)

When he didn’t move away, you tried to instead move back, finding that to your continued dismay that he didn’t let you—returning his hand to your shoulder, locking you into place, determining that once he knew you felt fully trapped, that it was then that it was finally time to make a move.

His hand continued to loiter around your shoulder, pushing you back down onto the mattress as you tried to resist. His own body didn’t so much as break a sweat while you strained yourself. His leg positioned itself right in between you, half kneeling onto the mattress as he continued his pursuit.

“H-hey, w-w-w-wait,” you tried to say but he didn’t reply. His intentions however were very telling and you didn’t even have to ask what he was doing at this point.

Kenjaku’s hands continued to move over your body, sliding beneath your top to move over your bare stomach; fingertips slipping to take hold of your breasts and fingers tweezing around your budding nipples. His calloused palms rubbed rough against your contrasting supple skin, squeezing and kneading however he pleased.

He pulled your wrists above your head, fastening them quickly into place with a rope of some sort he snatched from the nearby workstation, keeping you secured into place. Too much of a struggle would have worn you out and he wanted you to savour what he was about to put you through. The bindings were tight as a result.

“S-stop,” you tried to say despite his touch persisting, quickly understanding that your words were falling onto selectively deaf ears instead.

He next moved his focus towards your trousers, unbuttoning and then unzipping the pair, slipping the fabric off of your hips. He parted with his own clothes after, dropping them off to the side as he revealed his taut yet muscular frame.

You continued to remain helpless despite your continued vocal protests and physical attempts to keep him away, but as he moved to bend your knees up slightly and spread your legs even more, you knew that it was already too late.

You couldn’t do a single thing as he positioned himself over your now exposed heat, radiating such warmth that tempted him inside. Your underwear was snatched off in an instant, practically torn away from your hips.

He pressed the tip of his throbbing cock just over your entrance, pushing in slowly—filling your walls with his length and finally plunging inside. You grunted on the impact as you reluctantly took him in; your thighs clenching as he kept them forcefully spread apart.

Feeling you squirm and writhe as your body continued to resist him, he moved forward to fulfil his hunger. His hips rolled fluidly as he found his preferred rhythm; something that bordered on painful as he continued to slam himself inside. Your hips slowly bruised as his touch continued to tighten—holding onto the spots he liked for stability, pounding you into complete submission.

As he continued to ram himself into you, he moved one hand slowly down from where he kept your arms above your head and down to your hair, grasping wherever he could and pulling as tight as possible without causing damage to your skin.

Such continued violent pursuit proved painful as his cock continued to impale you; his rough pace and the noises that you produced now sounded pained—higher pitched and almost whining—a melody that he found enjoyable for his ears, encouraging him to push himself harder, further, attempting to hit you as deep as he could just to hear you cry because of—or no, for him.

As you continued to surrender to such unbearable sensations, you involuntarily latched onto him as you attempted to seek comfort that he continued to refuse you. Instead enjoying the sight of you looking so desperate underneath him, your eyes full of tears that streamed down your face from his cause, just for him to see.

Something about this whole thing felt draining to you, as though the stress inflicted stole your energy in some sort of way. Your vocal cries and physical attempts to get him to stop did nothing more other than waste your efforts, knowing that he absolutely wouldn’t give into stopping at all.

Kenjaku relented as his thrusts grew gradually slower however more impactful, finally seeming close to his end as a coiling surge dared to fire up within him.

Speeding up a final time in an attempt to push the final shred of need he had, his building pleasure finally reached a crescendo, his own grunts sounding rough as he continued to bury himself in your core, finally emptying himself deep into your sex—feeling truly satisfied, so perfectly spent.

Yet he didn’t stop just yet, still continuing to push himself a little further. He felt as his load filled you up wanting nothing more than to completely milk himself into you.

However, he soon collapsed over you to collect his breath, feeling something strange that continued to fester. Despite his needs finally being met, something else continued to unravel passively that he couldn’t quite place his finger on.

Rolling off of you and allowing for you to have some space to breathe, he considered leaving you completely alone after he returned from getting up and cleaning his mess but for some reason chose not to give you even a second to yourself after.

Instead, he turned you slightly over to your side, pulling you back against his chest as he got back into bed, for some reason attempting to offer comfort as something within him continued to boil away—going as far as to even undo the bindings on your arms, his expression dampening slightly when he noticed just how red it rubbed against your flesh.

He didn’t understand why he was trying to do so though. He hadn’t really offered warmth like this to anyone else before.

At least not for a long time.

You initially attempted to push him back, actually craving space now that it was finally over, but he silently kept you in place—his hands roamed around your body in a different sort of way, now attempting to soothe, knowing fully well that whatever little trust he had worked with you to establish prior now crumbled away beyond repair.

But… he didn’t regret a single thing.

He never did.

Still, it was strange but as this peculiar emotion within him continued to manifest, he made the decision to keep you glued to his company in the long run; feeling somewhat conflicted at the possibility of you spending your time elsewhere.

In his mind, he categorised you as a secret project of sorts, something that he wanted to remain hidden even from his most trusted allies.

However, to some degree, he still didn’t like this feeling as it continued to prove distracting, wondering if it would be for the best to cut his losses right away rather than letting it grow more.

But he didn’t.

“Your turn,” he spoke, staring down at your body, still so freshly violated from his own touch.

You blinked at him, not knowing what he meant.

“Go clean up,” he clarified.

As much as he liked you sitting in bed uncomfortable and full of his load, he was the one who would be subjected to cleaning up the mess if it spilled.

It sure took a while for you to get up from the bed though, your mind numbing at what exactly had just happened to you. When you finally found the bathroom, you locked the door behind you and attempted to wash the still clinging sensation of him away; finding that no matter how hot or cold the water got, no matter how hard you scrubbed the feel of him away, that it all remained.

Even after drying yourself, you next emptied your stomach into the toilet nearby in a surge of nausea, prompting you to clean yourself up a second time.

Eventually when you reluctantly returned, knowing that your escape was already impossible, he presented you with a new set of clothes that he then, to your completely unwavering dismay, helped you get dressed into.

Such crippling dependence on him continued to feed some sort of hunger that still lurked deep in his mind as he watched you barely able to stand let alone do anything by yourself. Maybe he was turned on from your inability to survive without him and with all things considered, he concluded that this wasn’t the worst thing he had ever done.

Especially since in doing so, whether you viewed it as something positive or not; you were now safe with him.

One particular thing did gnaw at him though, realising that your condition would likely continue to drag you down and in turn, him, too. It didn’t matter how much you spent training with him because your own sickness would prevail as the higher influence won each and every single time.

This led him to a bitter realisation that if you did get hurt outside of his prevention come autumn, that he would have to leave you behind either way; his plans taking priority no matter what.

But for now at least, he at least chose to not think about such things, having an idea to counter the potential issues tucked away deep in his mind.

For now he wanted to enjoy whatever it was that he was experiencing, finding it to be a luxury to sometimes just relax and give into his own humanity (or lack of it, in your eyes), whenever he had some time to spare.

He watched you succumb to the exhaustion that he caused this time around, feeling something conflicting stir within him once again. Just for the sake of it, he decided to take things easier for the remainder of the week to see how the energy retention and management would fare if you didn’t have to use it at all.

He could keep himself in check either way now that his burning curiosity was finally satisfied and even if you didn’t want it again later down the line, he could very easily just take it from you however many times he pleased.

But for now he wouldn’t.

Just to see if your condition would improve or not.

Not because he wanted for you to actually relax.

(Because that would mean that… he cared?)

(And he surely didn’t.)

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