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The two of you weren’t friends prior to dating, at first you only heard about him in the news, then had occasionally delivered mail and packages to his home. There were days when he’d be pulling off or walking past you without so much as a glance. Of course you didn’t mind it one bit, it was much better than having a snarling dog daring you to cross a fence. You’d take a silent billionaire over those poorly trained dogs any day.

You couldn’t say exactly when he started talking to you, but eventually he began the basic small talk when signing for his packages. Nothing special just things along the line of,

“What have you got for me today?”

“I don’t know, you ordered it”

“So, are you working hard, or hardly working”

“Sign here for me”

“Oh, you’re sick of that one? What about, thank god it’s Friday?”

“I guess, can’t complain”

“I guess I’m better off talking to drywall”

“Have a good one”

Down the line, as you started dropping off the mail the small talk was less robotic on your part, to be fair, having the same conversation with everyone is draining so of course you weren’t making an effort to do anything more than collecting a signature and leaving. Anyways, Lex would talk about his plans for the day, you’d mention looking forward to seeing a friend. Still small talk, just a little more human.

You’d have easily kept things strictly business if you’d had known how cruel this man could be. Then again, he has an inexhaustible amount of money, there’s no way he got it without being an unethical person.

“Bacon?” Lex questioned, joining you in the kitchen. He didn’t greet you or nothing, straight to the nitpicking.

“From your fridge, you bought it.”

“I bought a lot of things, head chef.” He smiles as he leans against the kitchen counter. You didn’t need to look to know that his eyes were on you. “Why do I sense that you’re upset with me? I thought we hashed things out.”

“I ain’t mad, I just don’t feel like talking”

“You’re not mad but you don’t want to talk?”

“Pretty much” At that he lifted himself from the counter and made his way to the fridge.

"Should I postpone that trip, wait until you're not in a mood?"

"Probably better to cancel it, to be honest." Your eggs looks so fluffy in the pan, you weren't a genius but nobody could tell you anything when it came to scrambled eggs. Never dry, never too salty.

"If you have something to say, say it. You don't need to keep dropping hints, as if it's not clear as day that you have a problem, and not just any problem. One with me, so speak your mind sweetheart."

"Don't call me that."

"That's not cute, you don't get butterflies when I call you that?" His voice was even as he picked at you, though he slammed the fridge close with enough force to rattle the items. You could hear some things falling to the bottom of the fridge even after the door was sealed.

"I'm not in the mood Joseph!"

"For what?"

"This shit right here! I'm not about to keep repeating myself until you ready to hear what the fuck I'm saying, you know why I'm upset, stop finding little shit to say to get under my skin! I'm not in the mood for this."

"Are you done?" He shrugs. A new habit of his when he doesn't like your attitude. In the earlier days of your relationship he was the one to blow up verbally, even tossing things around to highlight his anger. That didn't move you.

It could be because of the fact that you grew up around people like him, you've seen men do that little dance anytime things didn't go their way. You weren't intimidated by volume and didn't shut up because things started flying. You stood your ground and said your piece all the same in those situations. Why give them the reaction they want? Whether you shut up or not, it ended the same.

You don't know when he stopped making a big show of his anger but eventually, you were the one doing the outbursts. You were the one getting loud, the one stomping off after the two of you weren't seeing eye to eye.

Meanwhile, Lex would be standing in place, more than pleased to see that he made you act out. It's frustrating. When he did it, it was to intimidate you. When you resort to yelling out at Joseph, it's to be heard. It's to get it through his head that you don't like the way he acts. You feel like you are in the twilight zone sometimes, how can someone so smart not understand the most basic things you're saying? Things he should already know.

He only does this to make you feel silly. Like you're doing too much. You know that's what he's doing, but it doesn't change the fact that he is good at it.

"Fuck you," you had no problem getting your plate together, it wasn't hard to multitask, "you don't really care until it's you."

"I do care, I might even love you," Lex laughed as he made his way past you to lean against the entrance of the kitchen, "I let you get away with a lot compared to the others, that has to mean something." Your brow raised at that.

"So you treat me a little less shitty?"

"Oh please, I spoil you, no fairytale comes close to depicting the life I give you" True. You weren't ashamed to admit that he had gave you a ton of gifts. As your relationship got more serious he'd give you custom jewelry, fly you out to his private island for a vacation. He's even went as far as hiring your favorite artist to perform for your birthday.

Lex has always been observant so his presents were also thoughtful. When it wasn't jewelry and trips, it was heartfelt gifts that showed that he paid close attention to you. Still, none of that cancells out the bad things he's done.

"You got somewhere to be?"

"I always do," He walked over to give you a few quick kisses on your cheeks and lips heading towards the door again "Don't do anything dumb."

"Like what?" He stopped in the doorway, again.

"That's right, I never told you about the ex that bleached my suits and soaked three of my Audemars in paint, did I?"

"Nope, never came up"

"Well don't be as dumb as her, then I might forgive you"

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Four hours, he'd be gone for at least four hours. That was more than enough time to collect your shit and get the hell out before he came back to the penthouse. You'd have had a head start if he wasn't so damn observant. There was no way you'd be able to hide a bag in the closet without him catching onto your little plan.

Lex has never raised his hand at you during the worst of your arguments. He'd shatter his glass of bourbon and go off on his own to cool down. You weren't about to wait until he got mad enough to black your eye. It's already bad enough that he talks down to you.

You should've left when he started to drop his public act of being the beloved philanthropic billionaire. Behind closed doors, the more he got used to the idea of you being around, the more lose his tongue became.

He didn't hide the more classist and elitist views he held, when you'd ask him to explain why he thought that way it'd turn into you trying to open his mind. You honestly had no business playing teacher to the smartest guy on earth, in hindsight you should've known he never gave a fuck. He probably liked the idea of letting you believe you could influence him.

What's done is done. You won't waste your time with him any longer.

The only reason you didn't clue him in on your breakup is because you weren't willing to take that chance. He's too unpredictable and to be honest, you couldn't say what he'd do if you told him you wanted to end things. That's what made you nervous. You weren't going to stick around to find out either.

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"I got eyes on her. She has a duffel bag and what looks like a, I want to say, a tea tin? Those metal tea boxes."

"Don't let her out of your sight." Lex stared down at the screensaver on his screen. It was a picture of the two of you celebrating your one year anniversary. Surprising that he was in the same relationship for so long. It's especially shocking that he had half a mind to spare you from his wrath.

For some reason he couldn't bare to use the same tactics for you. Sure he still wasn't the ideal husband but compared to his past relationships, you haven't seen a thing. Maybe he could've shown you the depths he could reach. Maybe then you wouldn't have thought to try and surprise him with an empty home.

Lex turned his office chair, looking over the city as he thought of what he could do.

"I want her on the beach by seven."

"Copy."

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"Seriously? That's what you doing now?" You've been held against you will for the last three hours. Instead of going home you had bought an apartment using your money from being a mail carrier. The last thing you'd want is to be around your family after leaving a filthy rich man. You didn't have the patience for their jokes or stupid questions that boil down to them wanting you to crawl back to Joseph. The peace of having the space to unwind and reset after leaving didn't last long. enjoyed your new apartment for twenty minutes before your door was kicked in.

"Who doesn't love the beach?" He was always smiling. Everything was funny when he was getting his way.

"Wipe that smile off your face, I ain't laughing."

"Don't be like that." He sung in a teasing tone.

"Like what, you had your goons kicked down my fucking door!" It was terrifying. "Did you even think about how that'd affect me? Random man throwing me on a plane to who knows where?"

"Well you can relax now, I'm standing right in front of you," he threw an arm around your shoulder and forced you to turn, "Welcome to PlantWatch my dear."

"That doesn't explain why I'm here. If you had them following me, you knew I was leaving."

"I always knew," he led you by your hand to a tent. "I want you to reconsider."

"I just don't think we're meant for the long run, it doesn't feel like you want us to last." you looked over the space in front of you. The people around you working endlessly, you're not sure what they're doing but it's unnerving watching them move hastily.

When the woman standing guard in front of the tent step aside, you didn't know what you were looking at. Obviously a machine of some kind, but you were confused.

"You still working on this?" Lex had left your side to do something on the computer set up near the contraption.

"No, it's done." A bright purple light filled the space until you were staring through a portal.

Lex stood in front of it, holding out his hand waiting for you to take it. Of course you shook your head 'no' but he grabbed your arm in a bruising grip and forced you to step through.

The space around you was dim and vast, it didn't look like much. You couldn't see land or anything other than dark mass. You stumbled a bit at Lex's pace as he briskly walked through the strange place. He's doesn't stop until you come face to face with a pale, gaunt creature. You screamed out of shock, you didn't know what you were looking at. With the atmosphere and the sudden change, you genuinely believed he was a monster.

"Come on, don't be rude, this is Mister Handsome," he touched the…guys? Shoulder and brought your hand towards his "I made him when I was twelve, who better than to pilot the platform than someone I knew personally?"

"You made, this?"

"Him, yes, when I was twelve. But that's not why we're here." You were already scared when he pulled you through a portal, but now you felt a pit of despair growing in your stomach. "Hey now, watch your step, if you fall off the edge you're not coming back." The creature, Mister Handsome, turned away and propplled the platform forward.

Lex still had your left arm in his hold as you jolted from the movement. You didn't know if you should sit on your knees to be safe or what but he didn't seem bothered standing in place, on a floating board. It must've been his hubris, why wouldn't he want guardrails on something like this?

As the board, or platform, drifted through the space you saw more life, just not the way you'd expect. Animals hooked up to machines, guards walking through the space unfazed by their surroundings.

"Did you make them?" You looked up at Lex who was already staring down at you.

"The raptors? No, they're just wearing suits I provided. A hundred percent human."

"Do they live here?"

"No, they make sure nothing comes in, or out, without my explicit permission."

“Is? Is that a, black hole?” You wish you hadn’t seen that. It was bad enough you were in another dimension, even worse knowing you were close to an actual black hole. “Is this safe?”

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t”

The platform doesn't come to a stop yet when you hear the voices. You don't even think Mister Handsome was close to the destination when you started hearing the people shouting for Lex.

"Let me out!"

"This is inhumane!"

"I'll stop writing, I'll cut off my hand if you want!"

"Kill me and end this torture"

Their voices overlapped, as the board got closer you finally see them. People trapped in cubes, or what you can only assume are glass boxes. There had to have been more than a hundred of them here.

You thought your heart stopped.

"This is why we're here!" Lex beams as he steps forward, proud to show off his diabolical prison. "This is where my enemies are kept. The place my exes end up, especially the ones dumb enough to talk shit about me." He laughed as the three of you drifted past a sobbing woman.

"I took the blog down! Please, let me go!"

"See how she lies?" He shook his head, still smiling from ear to ear. "She refused to delete the blog and had the audacity to post the private messages of me asking here to do so, I had to shut the blog down myself."

Were you breathing anymore? You felt dizzy, so maybe you were holding your breath and didn't realize it.

"I loved how you left the place." He returned to your side to throw an arm over your shoulders. "There was no paint, no mess, no missing clothes. Did you know one of these idiots tried to resell some of my custom cufflinks?"

"You're leaving me here." The words came out so quiet, "You're dumping me next to a black hole and never coming back."

"What makes you so sure?" He must've loved how scared you looked. "For the record, most will never be able to view a black hole so clearly and not get sucked in. That's an achievement NASA hasn't accomplished. Yet, here we are, two lovers enjoying the ambience that only an active black hole could create"

"Why else would you bring me here Joseph?" Tears were streaming down your cheeks, you could feel some of them racing down your neck.

"Have I told you how much I love it when you call me that?" Mister Handsome made a soft grunt as he brought the platform to a full stop, right in front of an empty cubicle. "I told you, this is where I keep my exes. Did we break up?" It's hard not drop to your knees at the sight, he was going to leave you. "I don't remember saying I wanted to end things."

"Joseph, I.."

“Lexie! Please forgive me! I’m sorry!” your eyes landed the woman next to the empty prison with your name on it. She was unkempt, she looked like she hadn’t showered in days, maybe weeks. Visibly distraught and pressing herself against the glass. “I’ll do anything! Please Lexie, don’t keep me here, I’m sorry!”

More tears welled in your eyes at the sight, the fact that you were in a dimension of Lex's own creation was enough to unnerve you but seeing a woman who's biggest fault was dating Lex, trapped in this hellscape broke you. This man was on a level of his own, you don’t think you’ve witness a terror like this in your lifetime.

“Alyssa, is that piss?” He pointed behind the woman at a darken spot in the floor of her transparent enclosure. He doesn’t feel an ounce of shame or remorse for this. It’s a game to him. If you had ate anything before being dragged out of your home you might have thrown up from the stress of it all.

“Lexie, I didn’t mean it!” the woman was on her knees now.

“You don’t think I’m, what was it?” He cocked his head to the right as he knelt down to her level outside of the glass. “A miserable sack of shit?”

“I was upset! I didn’t mean it!” She sobbed.

“No, you were right. It wasn’t your fault my dad didn’t give a flying fuck about me.”

“Lexie, please!”

“Alyssa,” he dragged the last “a” in her name, “I’ve told you I hated that nickname and you’re still using it.”

“I’ll call you whatever you want, just let me out of here.” She pleaded, “I’ll do whatever you want, say what you want me to, you can pick what I eat for the day, I don’t care! Just please, give me one more chance I won't tell anybody about this!”

When the woman was done begging for her freedom Lex stood at his full height. He closed his eyes and hummed a little tune, pretending to ponder the idea of accepting her desperate plea. It only took him a few seconds before looking down at you, who was now a sobbing mess. He tapped his shoe on the side of your knee, gently nudging you as you shamelessly bawled before him.

“Should I trade you for a pissy has-been model? I bet you couldn’t tell this was the famous Alyssa Chadell, the supermodel that took the world by storm.”

You didn’t answer him. Crying was your top priority as you floated on a board in another dimension, listening as Lex taunted one of his many victims. This man was beyond dangerous and there was nothing you could ever do to satisfy someone this vindictive. You were sure you’d wind up here one way or another, and that’s if you manage to make it home tonight.

“Come on babe, I want to hear your thoughts. Pissy has-been model, or moody mail carrier?” You shook your head, wanting him to stop talking all together. “No, you don’t think it’s a good trade, or no as in you don’t know?”

“She clearly doesn’t want to be with you, she clearly can’t handle a man like you! I can Lex, you wouldn’t need another lover, if you had me!” Alyssa pleaded over your heavy sobbing. Shit, you don’t blame her. You’d probably say the same thing if you were stuck here for days on end with the psychological torture of hanging out near a damn black hole. Hating Alyssa for that would be asinine.

“Settle down Alyssa, I’m talking to my fiancée, probably.”

"Joseph…I don't…I-" It was pointless. You couldn't beg for your life even if it depended on it. For a moment it was silent. You don’t know how long he waited for you to answer before he finally let out a sigh. Unbeknownst to you, he signaled for the creature controlling the board to return to the entrance.

As you sobbed and muttered to yourself you could hear the people shouting, pleading for Lex to give them their freedom. There were some people begging to hear something about their families, were they okay, did he kill them, would they ever hear their voices again? Their voices got softer, until they stopped altogether as you got closer to the entrance.

You remained on your knees, practically glued to the spot. The only reason you left the dimension was because Lex’s firm hands guided you out. You were inconsolable even as one of Lex’s heartless guards drove the two of you home. Knowing Lex, he couldn’t have been paying these guys enough to be filthy rich, you’d bet he paid them enough to be almost comfortable in middle class at best. Chump change compared to the wealth he had at his disposal, but they were clearly satisfied.

You don’t know how long you were crying but it wasn’t until you were standing in the shower that you finally took in your surroundings. All that sobbing had given you a migraine and the heat from the hot water was enough to soothe it. You inhaled deeply, unconsciously moving to stand directly under the shower head, it was comforting.

“Are you done?” Lex stood behind you, he was lathering soap on a washcloth as you stood underneath the shower head. “I thought I’d have to sedate you” You weren’t paying enough attention to anything after his cruel display, just moving as he directed you. There were suds already racing towards the drain and a light floral scent hanging in the steam that filled the air. He had already washed you.

“Wh-Whe…” Your voice came out hoarse, and there was a soreness in your throat. You didn’t know what you were going to say, but it wouldn’t come out. Maybe you needed more time before speaking.

“W-what, is there s-something, on my f-face?” Had he always this, insensitive? You went back to standing under the water, focusing only on the way the water comforted you. At least until he removed the shower head to rinse himself off.

What we’re supposed to do now? You know too much to ever be at peace again. He cursed you with the knowledge of that place, those people, his power. You felt so insignificant, weak, and small. How are you supposed to live with that kind of torment hanging over you?

“Don’t start, because you might not stop” This time Lex was rubbing a towel over your skin, his movements were gentle and firm. Your breathing had gotten heavier, soft sniffles escaping now and then. By the time you were lifting your arms to slide into your nightgown your breathing was steady again.

The clean scent of detergent filled your nose when Lex pulled the thick blanket over you. There was another scent, you think it’s frankincense or myrrh. Either way it was a warm smell. As you laid on your side, you didn’t know what to think. Should you call your parents, see what your sister is doing? You wouldn’t tell them about today, you would just listen to them. Take in every word they said.

With a clap of his hands the lights were off. The city lights provided a dim glow to the room, it wasn’t pitch black but it was dark enough to plague your mind with the image of that black hole from earlier. You flinched at the thought and your heart skipped a beat at the frightening image. Lex was behind you before you knew it. His bare chest was pressed against your back and he draped an arm over your stomach, pulling you close to him.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” He kissed the shell of your ear before laying his head on the pillows “I don’t think I’ve ever been moved by someone else’s tears before.“

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♣︎ This woman is far too dangerous for you to be reckless with your attention, innocent people pay the price when she believes you’re being too friendly. Whether they’re one of your little work friends or a random messenger you offered a drink, Unohana hates it all. She starts being passive aggressive and talks down to them until they excuse themselves. In some cases she has beat them as a warning to mind their place, you want to be polite, don’t.

There’s no satisfying her once she believes your eyes are wandering. Suddenly everything you do is a sign that you aren’t happy with the relationship anymore. Which doesn’t make sense considering she does everything in her power to give you a comfortable life. When was the last time you wore filthy rags or the last time you felt true hunger? You both know it’s her position and paycheck that sustains your new lifestyle. So again, it doesn’t make sense for you to be eager to have other people when she’s literally your life.

♣︎ Unohana loves overstimulation so you’ll be forced to fuck until you drop since your stamina and endurance is not nearly as high as hers. If you’re too tired to move she’ll ride your face until she’s had her fill, or pin you beneath her and fuck you till you’re squirting against her cunt. Either way, it ends when she says so.

♣︎ Can’t be helped that she’s comfortable talking down to you, she’s a bit of a bitch when she’s jealous. She’s going to remind you that she’s the catch. She’s the reason you gained a bit of attention, you’re just a lowly reaper, barely aware of how to wield that stick of a zanpakuto which begs the question of how you passed the academy. There isn’t really a warning of when she’s jealous because one day she cares about monopolizing your attention the next, not so much.

♣︎ She loves to surprise you with your favorite dessert when you’re working hard, leading you away from the office just to let you enjoy the treat under the Sakura trees. It makes her heart swell with pride when you’re relaxed in her presence, whether you’re laying on her chest as you read, or talking about something that bothered you (as long as it’s not something she did). It shows that you’re accepting the idea of being hers.

♣︎ It doesn’t matter how condescending she can be or how it may seem like she lives only to terrorize you, anybody that is dumb enough to disrespect or hurt you will be killed on sight. If you’re crying it better be because she upset you, when you’re hurt it can only be from her bruising grip. She’ll drench the seireitei in blood if she catches wind of someone else hurting you, especially if it’s another captain. They know better than anyone else how this works.

When you felt those clouded eyes tracking you during your stroll through the garden, you opened your journal. On the nights your ears caught their praises, the way some women would speak of the false prophet with such adoration, you did some lab work. The science gave you peace, and it strengthened your resolve. It reminded you that you won’t be trapped in this perverted congregation forever.

The demon king wanted you to find the fabled blue spider lily in exchange for your freedom and that wasn't a problem for you in the slightest. It would only take time. The day he dropped you in the gardens of Eternal Paradise Faith you started your research. You couldn’t afford to mope or break down because your life depended on it. It was a miracle the rainbow eyed demon, Doma, wasn’t the hovering type. The day you fell at his feet, falling out of the infinity castle, was the longest you’ve been around him. From that point on he didn’t seek you out unless it was time for an update.

Doma didn’t come off as the scholarly type. Sure, he had to be smart enough to maintain his delusional followers but you didn’t see him reading too often. The cults teachings were centered around being free of your worries and living blissfully, putting your burdens in his hands while he gave the congregation a decent life. Every Sunday, he summoned you for a personal meeting. He would ask about your progress, wanting to know every detail no matter how big or small. It was far too early for you to have groundbreaking information but he always pressed for more. Didn’t take a genius to know that his pestering was done on Muzan’s behalf.

From what you recall, the centuries old demon king was hellbent on finding the blue spider lily because it would make him impervious to the sunlight, and of course give him the key to dominating the human race. No demon, including the great Muzan Kibutsuji has come close to finding it or replicating its genes to create a serum. So now that Muzan has you, the renowned scientist that had resurrected an extinct flower, he was breathing down your neck.

“Out with it, you know what I want to hear~” it was just the two of you in the room but Doma was still propped up on his cushion with his legs crossed, committing to the bit. Small ribbons of smoke passed over you and the untouched food decorating the small table. Demons didn’t eat but the people of the cult brought him meals and treats, none the wiser.

“I need time to understand the flower I’m researching before strides can be made.” his eyes were weird. Beautiful pastel rainbow irises that matched his charismatic mask, tainted by kanji symbols. None of these people were the slightest bit curious as to why he had words on his eyeballs?

“That’s not acceptable beloved, try again~”

“I am gathering any bit of information pertaining to the flower. I have to study the myths and stories that have been passed around and likely exaggerated. I’m collecting every book that has even a crumb of text about the blue spider lily, and following every little trail to sort out what’s true and what puts me closer to recreating it. I’m not going to have his lily in a month.”

“Are the stories any good?”

“Filled with tales of wonder.” You sighed, “It’s a process, everything counts. It’s better to have my ducks in a row now than to keep circling back later.”

“Maybe.” He waved the gold plated fan lazily, “I suppose that’s it for today, unless you have something important to say.” His left eyebrow raised. “No? Suit yourself, don’t be shy! Take some of these lovely treats on your way out, enjoy yourself!”

You weren’t lying to Doma. Everyday you worked endlessly to satisfy the demon king. As you walked through the compound, arms filled with the food he pushed off on you, it was hard not to think of the future. Doma was a clever demon. He’d never go hungry being surrounded by devoted followers that love to serve him, so much so that they race to sacrifice themselves and their family, never concerned about the previous members that disappeared after offering themselves up to the “prophet”. Yet, on the late nights you stayed up working, you’d lock eyes with him as he headed out of the secluded compound. He had more than enough to eat at Eternal Paradise Faith but continued to terrorize the poor souls that lived near the mountains.

Imagine a demon like Doma set loose in the streets day and night. Nothing to hold him back from eating anything he could get his hands on and expanding Eternal Paradise Faith but dropping the blessed prophet act completely. He’d probably start a tradition of ritualistic sacrifices rather than eating his worshippers in secret. There won’t be a need to fluff up the reason behind his appetite, but he may prefer to keep a performance for old times sake. Humanity would be lucky if Doma was the worst they’d have to put up with.

Who would want to live in such a world?

Why would you want to aid in the destruction of life as you know it? Muzan was intelligent. He’d have enough sense not to turn every human into a demon if he wants to maintain a steady supply of food. It’d be foolish of him to give everyone his blood because it’d come back to bite him. Scarily enough the great demon’s power and hunger made it so that even one percent of the population being sun-walking demons would be catastrophic. What sense did it make to hand him the key to your demise?

During the walk back to your room you had given the children you passed the food Doma had so graciously gifted you. Today was the first time you plopped down in your bed without passing out immediately. There was plenty of hours left in the day but you just needed a second to collect your thoughts.

Running wasn’t an option. The believer’s twisted devotion had no bounds. The demon king was terrifying but Doma’s human puppets willing to hack you to pieces for offending their false prophet were not to be underestimated. That foul beast had them wrapped around his fingers. Preaching to do only what they enjoy and somehow convinced them that it was necessary to punish anyone that threatened to ruin their little slice of heaven.

You woke up to a woman standing at the foot the bed. Your feet were hanging off the side, and you weren’t under any of the blankets. Sleep had snuck up on you.

“Can I help you?” it was night. The only reason you could make out her face was because your window was open. When the sun start to set, the lanterns lining the walkway were lit. They provided a dim glow to your room when you didn’t draw the curtains.

“It’s been three months.”

“Muzan?” You knew that voice from anywhere.

“You haven’t made any progress.” sh-, he threw the binder holding your notes and annotations at your feet.

“This is crucial to the study. I can’t just pull this flower out of thin air.” It’s like you’re living in a loop today, you’ve said that almost a hundred times now. “It’s going to take some time.”

“You don’t have much, given the deadline. Although I can’t imagine you would care about a silly thing like that.” His voice wasn’t raised but it was dripping in venom, you could feel the animosity. Even in the disguise of a woman you couldn’t bare being under his gaze. Those big brown eyes were as sinister as his red ones somehow.

“If I could wave my hand and make it magically appear tomorrow, I would.”

“Don’t lie to me.” You raised an eyebrow, expecting him to explain himself. He never does but you’d like to know what he believed you could possibly gain from this.

“Do you think I like this?”

“I’m aware that you aren’t under my command in the way my demons are,” he stepped around the bed to stand over you. “ I believe you think that gives you the right to move on your own accord rather than following my orders,” you sat up, leaning back on your left arm to look up at him as he towered over you. “You believe I’ll be lenient with you, just because you’re a human” in a fraction of a second, or at least what felt like it, he had you on your feet while his hands nearly crushed your shoulders in a bruising grip.

“I’m being watched at all times, and Doma gave these people strict orders to keep me away from the gates, how could I possibly avoid doing what you asked?”

“Don’t play dumb, don’t insult us both, playing the fool,” he was grinning, still fuming by the sound of his voice, but he was grinning as if he had you all figured out. “The slayers will not save you, not even the deluded hashiras are capable of taking you from me.”

“What’s a hashira?” He shook you with enough force to give you whiplash. For a second you thought he had thrown down with enough force to crack your skull on the bed somehow.

“Don’t tempt me, you need that pretty head of yours to work.” You don’t know what the hell a hashira is, this is your first time hearing about a ‘slayer’. You’ll be sure to never ask for more information on that, or at least see if Doma would eventually gloat about eating this supposed rescue team.

“I’m only concerned.” you were mumbling, thanks to the violent shaking you were a bit dizzy and felt a migraine approaching.

“It’s not your place to feel anything other than the urge to appease me.”

“But what happens when you get it? I’m sure most would suffer but I just can’t help but thi—!”

“Are you questioning me, the King of demons, about my intentions?” You’ve never seen anything like this. His dark eyes transformed into a glowing red, the pupils stretched and shifted until you were staring at two thin slits of black. “As if you hold power over me?” The clothes he wore in disguise as a woman ripped to shreds as he grew into his natural form, for a moment his upper half was completely bare as he looked over you. “You are beneath me, little human, every breath you take is a gift from me,” His large pale hands held your face firm enough to force you to keep eye contact as he talked down to you. Somehow he managed to grow a black suit from nothing, now clothed “I am kind enough to extend patience to you, despite your lack of evidence,” his right hand traced your collarbone, he had a lot of control. You’ve seen his nails slice through a woman’s skull after she interrupted your little meeting, her biggest fault being that she was the one to bring you your dinner that day. “You have nothing to prove that you’re worthy of this special treatment, and yet I kindly give you the benefit of the doubt. Do you take me for a fool, human?”

“No, but I think you’re being unreasonable,” his clawed fingers dig into your cheeks as a warning, “I’m only human, like you said.“ small little dots of blood begin to appear under his nails as they dipped beneath the flesh. Is this what your grandma meant by being too smart for your own good? “I overthink things that I don’t understand, I can’t prevent my curiosity from getting the best of me and I can’t work as fast as you, Kibutsuji.” You never called him lord, master, king, or anything else that put him above you. Bad enough he could rip your arm off with a flick of his wrist, you didn’t feel the need to humble yourself further. At least you could die maintaining that one little victory.

Muzan stared into your eyes for a long while. He had that menacing look from earlier stuck on his face. Veins popping from his forehead and arms, all the way down to his hands. He wasn’t smiling, or grinning for that matter. It was almost like he was debating on killing you right where you stood to ease his frustration. It felt like hours had passed when he finally retracted his claws, still not uttering a word.

“You were capable of achieving what no other human could,” quite the one-eighty. “your brilliance, coupled with your tenacity, led you to do the impossible.” His large hands drifted down past your neck before settling on your tense shoulders. You couldn’t help but wonder just how much he hated attempting to meet you at your level or speak to you as if he held an ounce of respect for you as a person. Muzan gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze before letting you go entirely. The small smile returned to his face as he fixed his suit as if he ruined it during his outburst. “Such fragile little thing. It’s a shame,” He had made his way to the door barely gracing the handle before turning to look back at you, who had only just remembered to breathe, not realizing you were holding your breath. “If you weren’t so weak, I’d brand you.”

“As I have told you yesterday, there won’t be any more medication for the time being my darling” Mayuri placed a quick kiss on your temple, not at all bothered by the light sheen of sweat. “we aren’t going to have another incident today, are we?” You shook your head ‘no’ as you looked into his eyes.

The last time he had left for work your mind wandered into the dark places you were trying to avoid. Would you ever see your family again? Did this man plan to kill you? How could you escape when he has cameras all over the place? The thoughts repeated, you couldn’t breathe, and your chest was burning. It wasn’t until a seemingly random dart was shot into your arm that your muscles relaxed and your heart rate became steady.

“I want you to say it, be confident in yourself” he giggled as he held your chin, knowing you’d try to avoid eye contact with him.

Mayuri was beyond intelligent, he reached new heights of innovation everyday. It shouldn’t have surprised you that he could shoot darts at you by tapping buttons on his phone, but it did and that fact only frightened you more. He has too much power, even when he is away.

“I will be okay, today”

“Hmm, you’re not convincing me but no worries, I’ll leave Nemu here to assist you” the odd android that follows him around when he’s working from home. He built it from scratch and was able to program it well enough for the thing to act almost identical to human beings. “She loves to do things as humans would, annoying to me but fitting for you, don’t be afraid to ask for modifications if she starts to become a problem”

Mayuri placed another kiss to your temple and left before you could respond. You could feel the androids eyes on you the minute he left your line of sight. How would you ever escape a place like this?

“Atta girl” Milo smiled as he palmed your thighs. Your walls had a vice grip on him a second ago but he could feel you relax as you came down from your high. Your walls twitched here and there but it wasn’t anything compared to that little bit of yours earlier. It wasn’t until now that Milo gave you a chance to breathe.

As you caught your breath Milo remained inside, but was nice enough to stop grinding his hips into yours. He couldn’t think of a better way to unwind after such a draining week. What was better than having his kitty cum on his cock over and over again as he edged himself? As he pulled out a bit to look at the white ring of cum around his cock nothing came to mind.

“Say the magic words and this could all be over” you said nothing as he adjusted your bonnet, trying to stuff your hair back into place. You could only pant and look up at him with a tear stained face. Milo didn’t look as bad. Though he was now pink in many areas, and panting just as much as you, Milo looked fine.

You jolt as his hand trailed down your sensitive stomach before resting it on your mound with his thumb hovering over your clit. A soft noise, almost like a squeal, left your lips as you reached for his wrist but it didn’t stop him from swiping his thumb over the bundle of nerves.

“You didn’t say anything, not stop, don’t, or please, so you must be ready for another”

MILO THATCH

Mmmmm

BAKUGO KATSUKI

Bouquet

Katsuki’s hearing has always been great but on a normal day he would’ve easily missed the soft pants of his golden companion, Kewpie. They were walking through Shibuya yet Katsuki could hear the dog’s panting clearly. There weren’t any shuffling citizens or humming cars to be heard, it was deserted. Though he’s seen a lot as a pro hero, Katsuki was still disturbed by the drastic change.

As soothing as the natural ambiance was, or at least supposed to be, it was impossible to ignore the graphic events that created this new atmosphere. The traumatic memories that filled his mind the moment it fell silent.

The day that hundreds of thousands of people dropped dead in the blink of an eye was the catalysis to this bleak future. There wasn’t a villain in sight or a natural disaster that could be blamed for the sudden devastation.

It was ignorance.

—

Truth be told, that comes off harsher than it should. Ignorance was to blame in the sense that mankind was out of its depth. It wasn’t because of hubris or the lack of trying that caused the world to suffer. It was the fact that up until then, humans didn’t know of life outside of earth.

It’s been a year since seven pulsing lights settled in the atmosphere. They rested in the sky, never straying from their spots, creating an eerie glow that could be seen in broad daylight. You studied physics as an astronomer but didn’t need the degree to know that something was off about the balls of light pulsing over earth. Things would break apart while falling through the earth’s atmosphere unless they’re large enough to impact the surface. But these balls of light remained in place, pulsing over the continents.

Before panic could sweep the globe, hundreds of heroes released statements. All reassuring the public that should imminent danger arise, they’d be there to protect them. That was all it took for citizens to carry on as if everything was fine. You couldn’t find it in you to blame them. From a young age everyone was taught that quirks were the answer to every problem in some way, shape, or form. Of course the general public decided to leave it to the professionals, more specifically the heroes.

Meanwhile it was up to you and scientists around the world to figure out what the hell was happening before they sent out heroes or bombs to fix it. It wasn’t all bad though, the science world was ecstatic. This was something that never happened in physics or space! The study could bring new concepts and understanding to science that would take mankind to new heights or just give scientists something to talk about for the next decade.

It was an experience.

—

Within the first month of their arrival the seven pulsing lights dimmed and you could see their form. They were these massive bulbs shaped similar to an onion before it’s been peeled. You came to the conclusion that they were, without a doubt, organisms. Not asteroids, gas, or a ball of energy, but organisms! Part of space exploration comes with the hopes of finding life outside of earth or a place that could possibly sustain it and after years of searching, seven beings of the same origin, presumably, have found their way to earth.

This was strange and brought more questions concerning intentions but it was fascinating. More so when the bulbs pulsed on while cracks formed along the surface. Though the world had carried on after the heroes’ proclamation, you could feel the anticipation. Everyone waited on the edge of their seats for extraterrestrial beings to emerge from the cracks. Waiting for the moment mankind would have to face off against seven beings possibly the size of the Eiffel Tower.

It wasn’t until the cracks covered the surface of the bulbs entirely, that the layers withered away and out came the organisms. In an eerily familiar form of one of earth’s own.

On the thirty-second day of hovering in the atmosphere, pulsing endlessly and emitting a strange glow, daffodils sat in the sky. Yes, daffodils. They were daffodils! After weeks of anxiety inducing suspension the “aliens” turned out to be space daffodils! Their breathtaking iridescent white petals and trumpet like center, lined with a soft golden glow, were hard to look away from. They were mesmerizing!

The public erupted with relief, quick to create a positive buzz around the phenomenon, making light hearted trends and videos about the beautiful sight. The sky now held seven large iridescent daffodils and here they thought they’d be in grave danger.

As the public celebrated Bakugo watched as your avidity was replaced with unease. You didn’t light up with wonder or have that same eagerness when researching the “flowers”. You were worried. So much so that you stopped looking at the sky, wanting to avoid the sight of a “daffodil” looming over the earth, unmoving. You, his wife. The same woman that studied the stars and loved all things concerning space was unable to face the sky.

He didn’t need years of experience to know this wasn’t going to end well.

—

In the third month of their arrival, the daffodils started to rotate as if they were being spun by an imaginary stem. The public wasn’t alarmed or bothered by the sudden movement, only in awe of their motions. It was hard to believe there’d be danger when all they saw were cosmic daffodils. Yet, it was enough for Katsuki to start hounding you.

You had no answers but he would take anything. What the hell were they and when would they leave? It was annoying but you knew he didn’t mean any harm. You’ve been married enough to know that when Katsuki became annoying, he was worried. He’d always be fearful when it came to your wellbeing and until someone can assure him that there’s no problem, he won’t shut up.

The public wasn’t pleased to learn of Katsuki’s distaste for their beloved daffodils. He refused to say anything positive about them when asked about his stance. The TikTok videos and cute little myths the public created weren’t enough to appease the hero. Until scientists stated that they suspect no danger, he wouldn’t let his guard down.

Sure, Katsuki was an esteemed hero but he reminded the public of their dread, that unsettling feeling they held in their stomachs before the cosmic daffodils bloomed. He sounded like the voice in the corner of their minds telling them that something wasn’t right. The voice they tried to ignore now that the danger had lacked an intimidating form. Katsuki had no intention of persuading the public to share his sentiments but he was undeniably pissed at their audacity to compare him to conspiracy theorists.

—

During that same month, Katsuki and those who shared his skepticism were unfortunately vindicated. Thick yellow plumes of smoke, or at least it looked like smoke, scattered across the continents. Coating everything in its path, leaving a somewhat pleasant scent as it spread. The substance was coming from the iridescent daffodils that continued to sway in the atmosphere.

Once again, before panic could spread the government officials around the world had their heroes, minus Katsuki and those that shared his opinion, reassure the public that should imminent danger arise, they’d be there to protect them. Sadly enough that was all it took for citizens to ignore the signs and pretend that everything was fine.

However, this time around they couldn’t quite turn a blind eye when the plumes of smoke left a luminous yellow dust that clung to the surface of buildings, streets, and fields. It was on everything. People couldn’t ignore its presence even if they tried. As if that wasn’t bad enough the smoke started to show signs of having an adverse effect on people, some more than others.

People around the world started to drop like flies, the culprit being the yellow substance that had coated nearly every surface. It came out that many citizens that passed didn’t have a history of chronic illness or show signs of being unhealthy prior to being infected. Yet they still passed after coming into contact with the substance. Therefore everyone was at risk of dying.

It was that moment when people were scared, but by then it was too late.

Suddenly you can’t face your husband because he’s buried between your thighs, sucking your clit like his life depends on it. You asked him to do this but you can’t hold eye contact no matter how hard you try, having to close them when he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue making your thighs buck into his mouth.

Bruce smiles at you, trying to lock eyes as he stretches your cunt with two of his thick fingers, you look away again. Refusing to face him as he curls them into that spot that has you begging him to do it again. He tries not to laugh but he can’t help it, It’s silly!

He’s been moaning every since the taste of your pussy hit his tongue, grinding against the bed desperate to cum with you. All because he loves it! The taste, the sound, the smell, yet you still can’t spare a glance. As if it’s embarrassing to have your husband between your thighs, lapping at your cunt.

Lucky for you Bruce will let it slide for now, but next time he wants your eyes on him, not the bed, the pillows, or the curtains. On him, and nothing else.

♠︎ The classes are more than challenging, you’ve learned the hard way that it’s important to find a balance between your studies and leisure. Some days you’ve had to forgo any fun activities and hangouts because you didn’t put enough time into your essays. Having to pull all-nighters to keep your grades from falling. It sucked but you’ve never neglected your work again, so it was a lesson learned.

All of this has helped you get to where you were.

You were now in your last year of university so close to getting the rest of your credits and claiming your bachelor’s degree. Though you’ve always believed in yourself, it feels so surreal now that you’re almost at the finish line!

♠︎ But it all comes to a halt when you’re introduced to Satoru Gojo. Being a prodigy himself he’s always sure to get familiar with the students that stand out academically. Not for favoritism. Usually, they’re feeling the pressure from their parents or on the brink of burnout. He likes to give them that push they need to keep going.

Unless it’s you.

You would have thought you set his mansion on fire and sued his family with the way he was treating you. Every single encounter ends with some form of humiliation. Backhanded compliments, inappropriate feedback on your work, or picking apart your presentation before you can finish.

♠︎ It’s clear to you that this sick fuck has it out for you, but everyone else adores Gojo. He’s a sexy, laid-back professor that’s “relatable”. So it’s no surprise that the other students don’t mind his unprofessional behavior. Doesn’t help that he’s the world’s best teacher to anyone that isn’t you.

Gojo is always willing to push back deadlines and come up with new assignments to meet his students' needs. So long as they understood the concepts and passed the test after being accommodated, Gojo didn’t care to adjust his class for them.

♠︎ Meanwhile you’re getting emails stating that he thinks the papers you sent him are great stand-up material. That your essays would be a perfect remedy for insomniacs. It’s like it’s his life mission to make you miserable. No need to report his behavior since he’s chummy with the dean. All you could do was recite the same generic motivational speech to yourself and hope you made it out.

♦︎ Kagewaki loved to whisk you away and take a scenic walk around the castle just to have a moment of peace with you. The little things mattered most to him, even if they seemed mundane. He appreciated all his time with you and didn’t take a single second for granted.

Though he was a man of high status, his touch was never rough or demanding! During this time there were plenty of men who viewed sex as a means to an end, not once considering a woman’s feelings about the act. But it was more than just an act to Kagewaki, who always wanted your eager consent when he craved you. He didn’t just use you for his own pleasure or personal gain.

♦︎ I imagine that you were away visiting another village during your husband’s encounter with the spider demon. Maybe to see a friend or catch up with your family that you were more than welcome to visit if you wished. Either way, you weren’t around when Naraku slaughtered most of the people within the castle. One of them is your precious Kagewaki Hitomi, who loved you dearly.

♦︎ How could you have known that something was off when you returned home? Naraku is a hell of a demon, his acting and manipulation skills aren’t to be taken lightly. He could take on the role of a weak, lovesick, noble if that’s what it takes to get the shikon jewel shards. It’s child’s play!

“Kagewaki’s” eyes remained soft when looking at you, his voice didn’t raise when he spoke to you, and his touches were still the sweetest. It’s no wonder you’re oblivious to it all. You don’t start to see the truth until Naraku becomes annoyed at another failed attempt to collect a jewel shard.

♦︎ In his anger, Naraku slaps the fuck out of you when you enter your shared room. You are too stunned to move from your place on the ground. When you look up at who you believe to be Kagewaki, he says that you did nothing wrong, that he only needed quick relief and already feels better.

Not sorry, forgive me, or it was an accident. This man said he did it to feel better! After seeing Kagewaki at his lowest point along with his highest, you never believed he’d raise a hand to you. Definitely didn’t think he’d do it to make himself feel good. You’re stuck! What could you possibly do now that he’s hurt you after years of being his wife? You could leave but then he’d stop supporting your family. He could send for you and have you murdered for “betraying” the castle.

♦︎ As if that wasn’t bad enough, the four children you’ve had with Kagewaki aren’t faring any better. It’s like he hates them all of a sudden. Their cries annoy him, he can’t be bothered to read to his daughter anymore. You had to take a hit to the chest when you caught him trying to strike your son. It was clear that Kagewaki had changed! You don’t know why or care to hear the story, all you wanted was for this to end.

His mood had changed drastically when you decided to take the kids to your parents. Almost like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, it was sickening! If you had any doubts before they were erased after watching him glow now that the kids were gone. It was a good thing you gave your parents enough money to find a new place to stay. Anywhere far away from you and the village since you couldn’t trust Kagewaki not to come after them.

♦︎ That Onigumo may have cursed him with “affections” for that damned Kikyo but your husband wasn’t able to leave a single print on his soul. Therefore Naraku doesn’t hold an ounce of love or weakness for you. He could cut you up and feed you to his demons without a second thought. He could drag you to your previous village and make you watch as he has them slaughtered. It would be nothing!

He won’t do it though. At least not so soon since he loves toying with this new hole of his. Not a human, not a person, but an object he uses to relieve stress. That’s all you are to Naraku. You’re in danger like the rest of humanity.

♦︎ Rough! He’s so rough! You have bruises and scars from his rough treatment. He pulls you around without regard for your body’s limitations. Your arm had popped out of its socket once when he suddenly snatched you from your seat. His nails are sharp as blades yet he doesn’t care to rip your garments to shreds, pleased to see the blood escaping your new wounds.

You’ve been limping around the castle doing your best to stay out of his presence since he gets off on your pain. Due to his selfish nature, you’re never quite ready to take him, and he doesn’t prep you before sheathing himself to the hilt. While you’re writhing in pain from the sudden stretch and burn, Naraku only seems to get more excited and lustful.

Kagewaki would have never done something so heinous, so painful to you his beloved wife.

♦︎ You’ve realized long ago that the Kagewaki you fell in love with was no longer around and that he was never coming back. But what could you do now that a powerful demon has taken his form and refused to let you go? You tried to run away from Naraku, you’ve learned was his name, the day you witnessed him remove his head.

He was livid when he dragged you back inside the castle before you could get far. Mad enough to crush your left rib cage and threatened to devour you if you pulled a stunt like that again. While the offer was tempting since you didn’t want to live another day with the demon, your fear of dying was still strong.

★ If he can remove his brain and make another, I think he can make a copy of his dick. It’ll be the best dildo you’ve ever had. Knowing him it’ll come with all kinds of settings! You can adjust the length, and play with the girth. Test out all the different vibration patterns he added just for you!

He gets a random ping whenever you’re using it. Nobody knows what the sound means but him. The second he hears that little chime he starts grinning. Even switches through the cameras to find your depraved expression.

You’ll never know this. Unless you ask Mayuri what his favorite show is.

★ You are considered to be an anomaly. Mayuri Kurotsuchi, the one who disregards all life for the sake of doing his job, loves you. Like genuinely loves you, albeit in his own sweet way. The seireitei wants to know how the fuck you pulled that off! May even ask you to submit an article for the next magazine because it’s just bizarre to think that Mayuri, of all people, would “love” someone.

Mayuri doesn’t care what you do or say because it won’t affect him in any way. It’s not like people are going to start stopping him in the streets asking for a tell-all. Most people avoid him because of his track record. So if you must let the world know, by all means, do it until your heart’s content.

★ You’re an anomaly but there are lines even you cannot cross. The day you’re dumb enough to ask him to choose between you and work is the day you become as disposable as anyone else. Never ask him to stop working so much, or whine about the lack of quality time.

“I won’t be around much but I’d cherish every minute I have with you”

What the hell did you think that meant? He never said he’d cut his time in the lab, he just said every moment with you would be considered valuable. Besides, you see Mayuri every night! The only time he stays in the lab is when he’s made a breakthrough or is dealing with an imminent threat.

★ After Mayuri removes all his makeup and washes away the day’s work from his skin, he’s more than happy to fuck you. Especially if you were using that dick he made for you! It serves as a reminder that nothing you do will ever compare to the way he fucks you. Sure he made the damn toy, but you’re never going to replicate his talented fingers, the strokes, or his touch.

★ I believe he’s got a ton of kinks involving submission, bondage, power dynamics, light humiliation, pissing, orgasm denial, overstimulation, etc. simply because he likes to see you depend on him. To prove that you’re just not capable of being in control. All it takes is a couple of strokes and the promise of an orgasm to turn you into a bitch in heat. You’re his pet. His beautiful, beloved, pet.

★ Mayuri fantasizes about being buried in your cunt as he’s working. It’d be an inconvenience for sure, but the thought of being able to work seamlessly while your warm cunt twitches around his dick turns him on. Yet he’d never build a replica of your pussy for the sake of fulfilling his fantasy.

★ Modern - Powerless AU. Mayuri Kurotsuchi is a feared yet popular scientist who has made great achievements for mankind. He has more money than he’d ever spend in his lifetime and is more than willing to become your wallet. He works because he loves knowledge but also to make your money.

Mayuri loves it when he comes home to the sight of you opening a ton of packages or trying on the new jewelry you bought with his card. It’s such a feeling, knowing that he can give you anything your heart desires. Even if he has to invent it himself!

★ Yandere AU Mayuri watches any footage that contains even a glimpse of you. Jotting down any new detail that he discovers. He knows nearly everything about you! He’s got information on your health, favored foods, preferred fight style, weird habits, favored sleeping positions, hobbies, etc.

★ Mayuri’s goal isn’t to marry you. He would be content watching you through a screen for the rest of his life. But! He has to have control over you. He wants to manipulate your life to his liking, like sabotaging your dreams if he doesn’t think it fits you. If you’re part of his division it’s easy since captains don’t interfere with other squads.

Given that Mayuri has gotten away with blowing up his comrades and killing off dozens of people, I’m sure they won’t care too much about it anyway. Besides the last thing the seireitei needs is for Mayuri to become a rogue scientist.