Archive of Our Own

There.

Finally posted.

It had taken you a while to finish that chapter, but you had taken your time to make it as perfect as it could be. Enjoying the process of putting down each and every word, crafting sentences that weaved themselves together into a web of paragraphs. Ones that told the continuation of your story exactly how you had imagined it.

While it was just a silly thing you had crafted to grab two characters from your favorite show to slam them together for kisses like barbie dolls—it still had a decently large following already.

Must be a popular ship, because you didn't really think your writing was all that good nor impressive. Although you weren't one to complain at all about it, finding yourself feeling slightly prideful that you managed to elicit a small audience for something you found to be nothing but a hobby.

God knew you needed it with your hectic life at university. With all the lessons and assignments which needed to be done, on top of maintaining a social life you could barely stand to keep up with on a good day.

Having to smile while you act sweet and polite to everyone you see was so exhausting, especially when you had to interact with unattractive males that you found zero sexual interest in.

And by now, you had practically already checked off every name in your head of the guys who you wanted to sleep with already. And that number of names wasn't very long, either.

Mostly due to the fact that the majority of men were mediocre at best, hideous at worst. Finding the crème de la crème of males to choose from at the university had been rather difficult, taking you a while to scout out the most beautiful ones of your choosing to memorize and pick from.

Like they were a bucket list of things to claim and conquer. To consume during your ravenous hunger for human flesh in the most carnal of ways, until you're completely satiated with the meat of their bodies. Leaving nothing but their hollow bones in your wake.

Well, you quite literally had made a list for them all. With notes and scores, methods on how you had taken them. Your own personal journal that you simply adored to look over near daily, tracing the lines with the tips of your fingers in pride.

It was one of your favorite pastimes.

• Sekido Ransuji. 

Success. Knife. Resisted heavily, verbal protests, insults, tears. Vaginal received, anal given digitally. 10/10.

• Karaku Ransuji.

Success. Date rape. Barely conscious. Vaginal received, anal given with usage of toys. 10/10.

• Aizetsu Ransuji.

Success. Drunkenness. Slurred words but slight protests. Oral and vaginal received, anal given with the usage of toys. 10/10.

• Urogi Ransuji.

Success. Unconscious, woke up panicked during before falling asleep again quickly. Vaginal received, anal given digitally. 10/10.

• Douma Fuyuyoshi.

Success. Knife. Verbal pleading, discomfort, no physical fight. Vaginal received. 8/10.

• Kyojuro Rengoku.

Success. Date rape. Too out of it to speak properly. Vaginal received. 7/10.

• Giyuu Tomioka.

Success. Freeze response and drunkenness. Verbal protests and pushing away, eventually stopped. Vaginal received, anal given digitally. 6/10.

• Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Success. Date rape. Verbal protests, too weak to push. Anal given with toys, vaginal recieved. (Notes: Homosexual conquest. +1 point.) 8/10.

• Michikatsu Tsugikuni.

Success. Date rape, knife, restraints. Resistent, insults, silent tears. Anal given with toys. (Notes: No lube, rough. Bled and cried. Deserved for pissing me off, and unable to get him hard enough to ride.) 7.5/10.

• Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

Unsuccessful. Doesn't drink, drugs had very little effect. Disarmed me. (Notes: Unclear if he's aware of what I've done, as he only lectured me to do better in the future and not resort to force. Looked a bit scary. Will not attempt again.) 0/10.

And that had been it.

Slim pickings, if you had to say so yourself, when the final list was completed only a month into the new year when you scouted through every single student available to you after you had transferred over. Jotting down who you wanted, and who you would work your way through slowly to obtain in bed.

Although, just because they were the best and most attractive bunch of them all, didn't mean you wouldn't settle for mediocrity if you had no other option during times you were horny and needy.

After all, you had fucked Kaigaku Inadama that one time at a frat party. Despite him being more close to the average looking crowd, rather than a meal just begging for you to devour whole. Sharp teeth sinking into him as you slobber on his flesh while tearing him apart, the way you had to the males on your list.

If nothing else, at least he hadn't been ugly.

One of the worst things a male could be.

Those were the completely unfuckable ones, the type of things no sane woman would dare touch even if she poked them with a stick—such as Gyutaro, or something.

God, he was so ugly.

Well, you did have a boyfriend now who happened to be drop dead gorgeous. Older and wealthy at that, such a gentleman when he kissed the back of your hand and complimented your beauty whenever he'd see you, too.

The best part of it was watching his sons squirm in discomfort whenever they saw you with their father. Avoided your gaze and kept themselves far away from you, privately attempting to tell their father that you were bad news—that he should break it off sooner, rather than later.

Some even admitted that you had hurt them.

All of which were disregarded by your wonderful, amazing, and sweet boyfriend practically immediately. Brushing them off without listening to a single word, becoming frustrated and angry with them if they continued to push him.

Growing resentful at their relentless pleas for him to not bring you around their home, claiming that they all are lying about every single accusation thrown your way. Believing them all to simply be attempting to have him break it off with the first partner he has had since their mother's passing years ago.

And that was something you adored.

That surge of power you felt flood your body, rushing through your veins each and every time you'd walk with him. Arms hooked around his own all with a beaming smile, as you drank in the distress from his sons. All of whom despised your guts after what had happened, and could hardly stand to look at you—much less being so close to their own father.

The eldest's thick eyebrows furrowing down in rage, lips curling into a vicious sneer in your direction. Always glaring, always angry.

The second oldest's awkward laughs would turn more forced, as his gaze avoided meeting yours. Fidgeting more than he did only a second prior, as he makes joke after joke that never lands, all to fill the silence.

The third oldest simply stares directly at you, nearly unblinking. With a cold, dead look inside his eyes. Never speaking to you, yet holding no signs of anything but contentment for you.

While the fourth simply freezes in place. His wide smile staying exactly where it had been before he laid eyes on you—before he springs up like there's a fire under his ass, and quickly makes an excuse to leave the room.

Typically by claiming he has explosive diarrhea, which no one wanted to question him on. For obvious reasons.

While the youngest was still a teenager, who hardly left his room.

Yet after you had visited him one night once your boyfriend fell asleep; he now glared at you far more often as well. However that simply seemed to be his default, so you paid it no mind.

Oh, and did you mention how lucky you are, that your boyfriend happened to be Urami Ransuji?

Truly a stroke of genius to pursue him, after Sekido had so rudely cornered you only a week after you fucked him. Threatened you with violence as his wrath spilled out of him in waves, pouring out with every word that had been laced in vitriol. 

So angry about something so small. 

Demanding you stay far away from both his family, and himself. That he'd strangle you if you ever even looked at one of them wrong again.

That was why you had to punish him, by inserting yourself into his life even more than before. Now in a way he couldn't oppose, due to the fact that the person you took as your own beloved happened to be his very own father.

A man he respected enough to not cross so blatantly.

It made you feel like you continued to hold that power above Sekido's head, over his body—even to this day. A memory he'd never forget, not when he was forced to see your face every single day.

Not only at the university, but also in his intimate life. A place where safety should be paramount, a place that shouldn't only be a house—but also a home.

And now you have infested that with your touch, as well. Just as you did with all of their bodies in the past.

At least the great sex you had the night prior with Urami after you slipped his drink some rohypnol had been absolutely perfect for your creative juices, enough to write a damn good pegging scene exactly the way you had done it in real life only hours prior.

A partner truly was like a muse, in a way.

You stretch your arms above your head as you lean back in your seat, closing your laptop as you consider the days work fulfilled and well done. Able to rest before the morning comes, when you'd have to get right back to it, like always.

Not that you minded.

Because when you were at university, that was where you'd get to admire all the prettiest males walking around. Even if you had already used all but one of them already, they were still quite the sight to behold.

And you'd need to savor it, considering it was your last year enrolled.

“Y/N L/N?” A voice cuts through your haze while you were absentmindedly scrolling past your camera roll during a break between lessons, already thinking of which video to pick for tonight to watch on repeat.

After all, the hidden camera you always strapped to your innocuous choker to film the best ‘point of view’ pornography videos of your conquests had captured every single moment.

Every single tear.

Every protest.

Even ones of your boyfriend, Urami, was footage you had taken by now. Although you still lacked any current videos of his youngest son, Zohakuten, which you were planning to obtain someday. Despite them never making the list, due to obviously not attending the university.

Although your favorite was most definitely between Sekido and Michikatsu, due to both of them being the most viscerally violent ones, having used a knife while they tried to protest or fight at first.

Sekido was by far the more attractive one, it wasn't even a competition in your mind. So his videos made you come hard and fast while touching yourself to them, pretending to bounce on him all over again, or finger him knuckles deep.

Yet Michikatsu was like a revenge porn thing for you. He'd always annoyed you, despite his pretty face. So to watch the aftermath of his trembling legs and bloodied anus as you spread his asscheeks and mocked his tearstricken face? Glorious. Even if not as nut-worthy as Sekido.

You quickly close your phone and pocket it before the new approach could see your screen, rolling your eyes internally at the thought of being interrupted while you were clearly busy enjoying some time alone quickly turned to frozen shock as you turned to address whoever had approached. Expecting to see another student, or perhaps even a professor that you didn't immediately recognize the voice of.

Only to see a pair of police officers before you, staring at you intently while awaiting your response. 

Immediately, your mouth becomes dry as you stare owlishly at them. Nearly unable to blink before your lids crumple into a rapid dance of opening and closing, lips parting as words come out before you could think them properly through.

“Uh—um, yes? Yes, that's me.” Dumbly replying almost like you weren't sure yourself if that was your name almost made you visibly cringe, already feeling the humiliation of not only being approached by cops in public—but sounding like an idiot on top.

But the way you fumbled your own introduction was nothing compared to the growth of anxiety rapidly building inside your gut, like a cancerous mound of stress.

Were they there for you? Or only to ask you about something unrelated to you?

They'd known your name—your full name at that. Even just the thought of the police knowing your name and face enough to easily find you in a crowd made your stomach twist itself into knots, wringing itself dry of stomach acid until it boiled upwards, eroding away at your esophagus as it sought to be expelled from your body completely.

Despite your own nerves, you quickly swallowed down the thick sludge of saliva that had built itself up in the back of your throat. Feeling it trickle down slowly as you tried to find your voice again.

You could just be overthinking it all.

“Um… what—what do you need, officer?” Voice lighter than normal, a little more pitched upwards. Almost like you were trying to appear more girly and innocent, sweeter and less adult.

It seemed to have no effect.

Because the officer didn't even bother with a proper explanation as she cast a glance to her partner beside her, before she took a hold of your arm and brought out her cuffs. “You're under arrest for aggravated sexual assault.”

For a moment, nothing but emptiness could be found within your mind. No thought, no flashes of confusion or anger—just nothing but vast, empty blackness.

Then you feel the cold metal fasten around your wrists, and it all falls down.

Aggravated sexual assault.

Aggravated?!

Your brows furrow down as you start to protest despite your legs moving as you're escorted alongside the officers, questioning them immediately on who would report you—not on why they'd thought you had been reported for it at all, and not that they had the wrong person.

An accidental tell on yourself, but you were too angry to think clearly.

Too frustrated to even realize other students were watching you be escorted by police officers off campus, in broad daylight, while making even more of a scene as they forced you into the back of their car. Still cuffed and frustrated.

Aggravated meant it could only be a select few people who had snitched on you. As the charge only elevated up from regular sexual assault to the more severe charge if there were multiple attackers, grevious injury to the victim, or the presence and use of a weapon.

Fuck.

That could be more than just one.

Both Sekido and Douma were men you'd used a weapon on while they were mostly sober, if only a little tipsy for the both of them. However that would surely still count, considering you had sliced their skin during when you thought it was necessary. As well as pressed it against their throats to scare them into submission.

The same could be true for Michikatsu—but on top of the knife, you'd caused pretty severe tearing to his anus. That much you knew, considering it had practically been the entire point. To hurt him.

But you'd thought he'd be far too prideful to ever admit he could be bested by a woman in such a way—no, not just thought it; you'd been completely certain of it.

Couldn't have been him, could it?

But it had to be one of them, surely. Only the hottest men were worth the extreme cases of you pulling your knife on them, which out of all you had picked out left you with only those three options.

For all the mediocre males you fucked that didn't want to, all you'd do was roofie them. They were hardly worth the more serious effort, and most of them agreed to it even without. 

Desperate little dildos.

It didn't matter.

When you found out which of them had dared to report you for this, you'd slice their fucking balls off.

Then you'd make them choke on it.

Turns out, it wasn't as simple as you had thought.

Yet Douma was the main cause of it all, and so your irritation laser focused in on him the hardest.

After hours of interrogation, it became clear they weren't only investigating one instance of assault. 

But multiple.

Which only amplified after they had confiscated your belongings and opened your phone—damn it all that you had no code, thinking you didn't require one due to never having it leave your side for even a second, with all your private videos stored secretly—and finding videos of more victims than they had originally been aware of.

The notebook with your lists.

What had only started as Douma opening up about his uncomfortable experience with you while spending time with Yoriichi during a more intimate encounter together, had quickly become a police report the moment Tsugikuni understood that the woman who had attempted to assault him as well, had already attacked others.

His sense of morality wouldn't allow it to simply blow over with comfort to his friend only, as he wished for any potential future victims to be spared the pain.

More like ruining your fun.

Being interrogated for it was hell on earth. As the questions became more aggressive as time went on, when you kept refusing to be upfront. Accusations of being a disgusting and violent serial rapist were hurled at you, with threats that your gender meant nothing to them.

Being a woman wouldn't make them go any easier on you.

Of course, you'd asked for a lawyer as soon as you realized you were in deep shit. Hoping and praying there would be some way out of consequences, that you could just avoid punishment for it all.

Considering you were just a very sexually needy and curious woman with niche tastes, you thought that would only be fair.

By some miracle, or sheer loyal stupidity—your boyfriend Urami actually came through for you, he stuck by your side despite it all.

Despite his own sons being brought in for questioning, with many of them being shown the videos of their assaults if they agreed to see it. Practically all of them telling the police what they remember, how it had happened. Even Sekido had, all done in anger as he apparently nearly broke down in humiliation from it all.

He still stuck by you.

Even being one of the people brought in to take victim statements—because you had videos of him as well. The times you had purposely drugged his drink, taken him in ways he had explicitly stated he did not want to be taken in. And used it as material to get off to.

But Urami had stayed silent. Completely. 

Eventually claiming that what the videos showed was entirely consensual. Simple role play.

No matter how limp and out of it he had been in the footage, as his sharp eyes glazed over while watching the woman he'd come to love and care for a strange amount considering his emotional walls, assaulting him. No matter how much his chest ached at it, knowing you had done the same to his children.

He still took your side. Saying his sons are liars, and that you weren't that kind of person. 

Only a kinky one.

All of the men most likely agreed, and were simply attempting to bring you down out of jealousy and misogyny. Out of shame for enjoying a dominant woman, no doubt.

The police didn't buy it, especially with the fact his own children had very clearly been distressed and uneasy. He himself showing signs of discomfort despite his best attempts to maintain his poker face.

They see partners of abusers cover for their significant others all the time, they were entirely too used to it for them to fall for Urami's lies so easily.

But he didn't give up.

The best lawyer Urami's money could buy, threats against his own sons to recent their statements and claim they too had consented to everything shown. Yet were simply coerced by the real villains of the story to say otherwise—that being Yoriichi and Douma, who clearly pressured them into it all.

Demanding Zohakuten never open his mouth at all.

Deals were made under the table which were less than legal.

Using his connections in the legal system to tug the strings in your favor at every turn he could.

Paying your bail.

All that he could do for you, Urami did.

And it ended up working in your favor.

The system is broken, especially when it comes to giving justice to those that were wronged.

The fact you were a woman did end up making it easier, at that. No matter what those dumb police officers had claimed back when interrogating you.

On top of it all, the only thing Urami asked for in return was for you to never ever drug him again. Never touch his sons again—never touch another man again, ever.

That, and to be his wife.

You easily accepted. Smiling wide as he slid the perfect ring onto your finger, kissing him back deeply, hungrily. Tangling your fingers in his thick, midnight locks of hair as you declared your love for him. 

For only him.

Your perfect knight in shining armor.

When it was all said and done, you found yourself sitting down again. Laptop on your crossed legs as you typed away, finishing up the chapter you had been writing while on house arrest, working on it as the legal proceedings moved along.

You supposed that dreaded Archive of Our Own curse might be real, considering you seemed to be arrested only a day after posting. Yet you got away with it all, able to smugly continue to weave your real life crimes into your writing without anyone else knowing the better.

This time, you posted with a cute little author's note attached at the start.

Notes:

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Hey guys, sorry for the slow updates lately! Life has been so all over the place with everything that's been going on these past months. But on the bright side, I am finally cleared of my sexual assault and rape charges! Woohoo! Take that! I mean it was a bit of a process but with the right outlook on life ya never know, things might just work out.

On the low I totally did do all that but hehe, it's okay. I'm just a girl!

Haha jkjk I would never :)

Also I'm engaged now. To the best guy ever at that, can't wait to be a proper step-mom ;)

Anyway, enjoy the update!