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Noncon //
Akechi going into Maruki’s palace and nonconning him there.
“Even in your own palace, you’re not really a ruler at all. Overpowered by the person who you chose to bring back. How does it feel, being put in your place?”
Akechi going into Maruki’s palace and nonconning him there.
“Even in your own palace, you’re not really a ruler at all. Overpowered by the person who you chose to bring back. How does it feel, being put in your place?”
No one gets to control Akechi’s destiny other than Akechi. Not Shido and certainly not this benevolent madman. Maruki can be the fucking puppet now.
Akechi grabs his throat and squeezes as hard as he can. “You don’t get to play god. I’m your god now. Beg me to let you live.”
Akechi grabs his throat and squeezes as hard as he can. “You don’t get to play god. I’m your god now. Beg me to let you live.”
Maruki’s pounding his fist against the floor of the building that his twisted brain conjured. It doesn’t make Akechi feel any more sympathetic.
“I’m trying to help,” Maruki chokes out.
“I didn’t fucking ask for your help,” Akechi growls in his ear.
“I’m trying to help,” Maruki chokes out.
“I didn’t fucking ask for your help,” Akechi growls in his ear.
Death mention //
He starts fucking into Maruki even harder as the lack of oxygen makes his hole tighten around Akechi’s cock.
“Are you going to ask for my help now? Or will the worthless /hole/ I’m fucking lose its pulse?”
He starts fucking into Maruki even harder as the lack of oxygen makes his hole tighten around Akechi’s cock.
“Are you going to ask for my help now? Or will the worthless /hole/ I’m fucking lose its pulse?”
Asphyxiation //
Maruki’s fingers are scrabbling against the floor, obnoxious squeaking noises pulled out of his throat as his body desperately tries to take in air.
“I’d prefer not to have to rush my orgasm because your palace starts crumbling around me, but it’s your choice.”
Maruki’s fingers are scrabbling against the floor, obnoxious squeaking noises pulled out of his throat as his body desperately tries to take in air.
“I’d prefer not to have to rush my orgasm because your palace starts crumbling around me, but it’s your choice.”
“Please,” Maruki finally croaks out, and Akechi lets go of his throat. The sound of Maruki choking and gasping is ridiculously hot, and it’s not like Akechi has any compassion for him. He grips Maruki’s hips and pulls him onto his cock as hard as he can.
The slap of Akechi’s skin agains Maruki’s ass is almost as satisfying as the spluttering. He’s pathetic. Akechi made him that way.
It’s such a power trip, knowing that Maruki brought this on himself. He would probably be happily playing puppet master right now if he hadn’t deemed Akechi too important not to bring back. That thought sparks through Akechi the same way that pleasure sparks through his skin.
Violence //
Akechi grabs Maruki by the stupid slicked-back hair and slams his face into the floor. The pain and shock makes his hole spasm around Akechi’s cock, and Akechi has no reason not to replicate the experience.
Akechi grabs Maruki by the stupid slicked-back hair and slams his face into the floor. The pain and shock makes his hole spasm around Akechi’s cock, and Akechi has no reason not to replicate the experience.
He keeps playing with different parts of Maruki’s body, seeing what kinds of reactions he’ll get. Tearing open the top of his costume to get at his nipples elicits a broken sob. Sinking his teeth into Maruki’s neck results in a screech.
Akechi can’t help but laugh, partially at the stupid fucking noises that his prey is making and partially at the irony of the situation. Akechi is the experimenter now, manipulating Maruki’s body to see what results he gets.
“Beg me to come inside of you. Tell me how much you want that reminder of your inferiority dripping down your legs.”
“If anything,” Maruki pants, “this just proves how insecure you are. That you have to try to bring me down to assert that you matter.”
“Oh my god,” Akechi cackles. “You’re trying to, what, psychoanalyze me to death? Like that’ll help you?”
“Oh my god,” Akechi cackles. “You’re trying to, what, psychoanalyze me to death? Like that’ll help you?”
He brings a fist down directly beside Maruki’s head, and the way he cowers is completely worth the pain spiking through Akechi’s hand.
“Ask me to ruin you, you worthless piece of trash. Beg me to make a pitiful thing a little less disgusting.”
“Ask me to ruin you, you worthless piece of trash. Beg me to make a pitiful thing a little less disgusting.”
“Fuck off.”
“That’s not one of your options.” Akechi wrenches Maruki’s head back to snarl in his ear. “You can beg for my come, or you can let your disgusting reality crumble when I fucking choke you to death. Those are your choices.”
“That’s not one of your options.” Akechi wrenches Maruki’s head back to snarl in his ear. “You can beg for my come, or you can let your disgusting reality crumble when I fucking choke you to death. Those are your choices.”
Maruki squirms in Akechi’s grip. Like that’ll do anything. Like Akechi doesn’t fucking own him in this moment. Akechi’s hand closes around his throat in warning.
After a long pause, Maruki bends to the will of the only person in the metaverse right now who’s actually fit to rule.
“Please.”
“Please what?” Akechi snarls, pressing harder into Maruki’s skin until he feels his windpipe.
“Please.”
“Please what?” Akechi snarls, pressing harder into Maruki’s skin until he feels his windpipe.
“Please come in me.” It’s a pathetic, choked out sound, and it makes Akechi even more desperate to come. But it’s not enough.
“You can do better than that. You’re all about giving people what they want, aren’t you? Tell me what /you/ want.”
“You can do better than that. You’re all about giving people what they want, aren’t you? Tell me what /you/ want.”
“I w-want,” Maruki gasps, struggling with limited air to project over the sound of skin slapping against skin. “I want you to come inside me.”
“Call me master. Admit that even here, I’m the ruler. Beg for your master to make you complete.”
“Call me master. Admit that even here, I’m the ruler. Beg for your master to make you complete.”
“God, what the fuck is wrong with y-“ Maruki’s words are cut off as his face slams once more against the floor.
“It’ll be harder to beg for your master’s come if you’re concussed or passed out,” Akechi warns. “Try harder.”
“It’ll be harder to beg for your master’s come if you’re concussed or passed out,” Akechi warns. “Try harder.”
“Please, master,” Maruki finally chokes out. “Please fill me with your come. Make me complete. Please, please, I need—“
The rest of Maruki’s pathetic blubbering is washed out by the euphoric sensation of contaminating him.
The rest of Maruki’s pathetic blubbering is washed out by the euphoric sensation of contaminating him.
Maruki is nothing. Just a hole, a cumdump for the one here who actually matters. The feelings zipping through Akechi’s nerves, drowning out the meaningless noise of this /thing/ he’s using, are proof of that. Everything else fades out to make room for Akechi’s pleasure.
When Akechi pulls out, he gets to watch his own come gush out of Maruki’s hole. He hears the disgusted little whimper that Maruki makes at the feeling. “Shh,” he says, his tone a mockery of the gentle comfort Maruki based his career on. “I gave you what you begged for, didn’t I?”
Maruki just sobs. It’s a pathetic noise, pulled from somewhere deep and jagged inside of him. Boo-fucking-hoo. Akechi has fit harsher pains into half the space that this piece of shit’s hurt is splashing around in.
Maruki can deal with a few extra cuts to his psyche. Or if he can’t, that’ll just make Akechi’s job easier.
He could cut him down right here, and save them all the trouble. But something shortsighted and greedy in him wants Maruki to sit with this pain.
He could cut him down right here, and save them all the trouble. But something shortsighted and greedy in him wants Maruki to sit with this pain.
P5R spoilers //
So Akechi stomps on Maruki’s leg until he hears a lovely little crack, and leaves the wannabe-god to try and clean his used body.
He’ll be getting off to the memory of that bitch’s screams until it’s time to fade out of existence again.
So Akechi stomps on Maruki’s leg until he hears a lovely little crack, and leaves the wannabe-god to try and clean his used body.
He’ll be getting off to the memory of that bitch’s screams until it’s time to fade out of existence again.
