May I Request Diavolo And Simeon Q Short Chubby Reader

May i request diavolo and simeon× q short chubby reader

a/n : it’s been so long… so damn long 💔 I’m sorry for late reply, sweetie:((

Diavolo Headcanons

— Constant Compliments

Diavolo absolutely adores his S/O's body and never hesitates to tell them so. He often compliments their softness, saying things like, "You're so cute, I could hold you forever," or "You’re perfect just the way you are."

— Gentle Giant Vibes

Being a literal demon prince, Diavolo is much taller and stronger, so he treats his S/O with a gentle touch, often picking them up effortlessly for hugs or carrying them around just for fun. He loves the height difference and thinks it's adorable how they fit perfectly against him.

— Protective and Proud

Diavolo would be incredibly protective of his S/O, always ensuring they feel safe and secure, both emotionally and physically. He’s quick to shut down any negativity, saying things like, “They’re mine, and I wouldn’t change a thing about them.” He proudly shows them off during formal events in the Devildom, making sure they feel like royalty by his side.

— Custom Wardrobe

Diavolo would absolutely spoil his S/O, ensuring they have the most luxurious, custom-made clothes that fit their unique style and body type perfectly. He'd personally make sure everything is comfortable yet stylish, often suggesting fancy outfits for special dates or events.

— Affectionate Gestures

Expect a lot of forehead kisses (since you're shorter) and warm, enveloping hugs where he lifts you slightly off the ground. Diavolo loves holding hands in public and is very tactile, always wanting to be close to you.

— Playful Teasing

He loves teasing you playfully about your height difference. If you need to reach something high, he’ll pretend to hand it to you and then raise it just out of reach, laughing before pulling you into a hug and helping you out.

— Softness is His Weakness

Diavolo secretly adores resting his head on his S/O's lap or stomach after a long day. He finds comfort in their warmth and softness, enjoying those quiet moments when he can just relax in their presence.

Simeon Headcanons

— Gentle and Attentive

Simeon treats his S/O with the utmost care and tenderness. He’s incredibly respectful of their feelings and never lets them doubt how much they mean to him. He loves their softness and often rests his hand gently on their waist or back when they're close.

— Height Admiration

He finds your height difference endearing and loves when his S/O stands on their tiptoes to hug him. Simeon would often crouch down or lean in to kiss them on the forehead or lips, enjoying every moment of affection.

— Chubby Cheeks Affection

Simeon loves to gently cup their face, smiling at them while commenting on how cute their cheeks are. He might even give them a playful pinch now and then, always with a warm smile that melts your heart.

— Protective, But Subtle

Simeon isn’t as outwardly protective as Diavolo, but he is always watchful and attentive. If his S/O ever feels self-conscious or insecure, he knows just what to say to make them feel beautiful and appreciated. He loves reminding them that they’re perfect in his eyes.

— Affection Through Acts of Service

Simeon is big on showing love through little acts of kindness. Whether it’s making them tea, helping with errands, or ensuring their favorite blanket is nearby, he always makes sure his S/O feels cherished and cared for.

— Loves Cuddles

Simeon adores cuddling with his S/O, especially on peaceful afternoons when he has time to just relax. He finds comfort in their presence and loves to hold them close, especially enjoying their softness as he whispers sweet nothings in their ear.

— Encouraging and Supportive

Simeon would always encourage his S/O to be confident in their own skin. Whenever they have doubts about their appearance or body, he’d calmly reassure them with heartfelt words: “You’re beautiful just the way you are. Everything about you is perfect to me.”

— Tailored Angelic Fashion

Simeon enjoys seeing his S/O in flowing, comfortable clothes that highlight their beauty. He’d help them pick out soft, angelic outfits, making sure they feel comfortable and confident, especially when attending formal events together in the Celestial Realm.

Can I request Reze gf head cannons?

Reze girlfriend headcanons !

a/n : i replied so late omg I’M SO SORRY ANON 😭

— Secretly Sweet

Despite her tough exterior and assassin background, Reze would have moments where her softer, more vulnerable side shows. She might surprise you with small acts of affection when you're least expecting them, like making you coffee in the morning or sending you a random, caring text.

— Protective, but in a Low-Key Way

Reze, being the type to handle dangerous situations, would have a protective nature. She wouldn’t be overly clingy, but would subtly ensure you're safe. Whether it’s walking on the side closer to the street or subtly watching your back when you’re out together, she’d always be aware of your surroundings.

— Playful Teasing

She’d have a bit of a mischievous side, teasing you playfully but never crossing the line. Maybe she'd act cool and aloof sometimes, just to see how you react, but deep down, she enjoys the fun banter and getting you to smile.

— Dark Humor

Given her past and line of work, Reze would likely have a bit of a dark sense of humor. She’d make jokes that are a bit morbid, but somehow make them charming and funny. You’d learn to appreciate her wit, even if it sometimes catches you off guard.

— Quiet Affection in Public

She’s not the type to be overly affectionate in public but would express her care in more understated ways—like gently brushing your hand, fixing your collar, or standing close to you when walking. In private, she’d open up a lot more.

— Good at Keeping Secrets

Reze would definitely have a mysterious vibe, and there’d always be a sense that she’s holding back a little. But instead of being frustrating, it’d keep the relationship intriguing. She’d reveal bits of herself slowly, and you’d always want to learn more.

— Loves Small Adventures

She wouldn’t be the type to want grand, extravagant dates. Instead, she’d enjoy quieter, more spontaneous adventures—like a late-night walk through the city, a secret picnic in a hidden spot, or finding the perfect secluded place to watch the stars.

— Emotionally Guarded

At first, she might be emotionally distant, but as she starts trusting you, you’d see her let her guard down. Reze might struggle to talk about her feelings, but she’d show them through actions. When she does open up, it would be meaningful.

— A Duality of Softness and Strength

There’d always be a contrast with Reze—on the outside, she’s confident, dangerous, and independent, but she craves moments of normalcy and intimacy where she can be herself without worrying about her dangerous life.

Allure of the forbidden.

( ♡ ) pairing : teacher!hiromi higuruma x fem!student!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, hiromi is like 36 and reader is around 20, reader is a law college student, sex , explicit content, age gap , idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n : I’m posting almost all my drafts but okay 😭

You ambled through the quiet library aisles, the soft click of your heels echoing against the towering bookshelves. Your eyes danced over the spines, seeking a title that could offer a brief reprieve from her mundane afternoon. A gentle summer breeze whispered through the open windows, carrying with it the distant sound of children's laughter from the park outside. At the far end of the room, the setting sun painted the dust motes a fiery orange, casting a warm glow that seemed to embrace the solitude of the study space.

Your fingertips traced the spines of the books, feeling the coarse textures of aged leather and the smoothness of the newer ones. Your mind drifted to the coolness of the pages you had yet to turn. An unexpected aroma of fresh ink and paper filled your nostrils, hinting at a recent addition to the library's collection.

Your gaze fell upon a book titled "The Unyielding Pursuit of Justice," and you pulled it out with a gentle tug. The author was none other than the infamous Hiromi Higuruma, your law teacher who had recently taken the town by storm with his unorthodox methods and unyielding dedication to his cases. You had heard whispers of his sharp wit and piercing gaze that could make even the most stoic of souls squirm.

As you leafed through the pages, a folded note slipped out. It was a page torn from a legal pad, scribbled with hasty handwriting. The words "Meet me at the courthouse, tonight. Room 303." and a signature - HH - were the only contents. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the initials of your teacher. Intrigued and a little apprehensive, you glanced around the library, but the only company you had were the silent tomes that surrounded you.

The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes, and the thought of the note grew heavier in your pocket. You knew that going to the courthouse was risky, especially after hours, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that it was important. After all, you had always admired Mr. Higuruma's passion for justice, and the idea of learning from him outside the confines of the classroom was too tempting to resist.

Nightfall approached, and the library grew dimmer. You gathered your things and tucked the mysterious note safely into your bag. The echo of the closing doors seemed to amplify the thrill of what might await you. The walk to the courthouse was filled with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The cobblestone streets were cool against your bare legs as you hurried past the shadowy alleyways, the sound of your heels growing fainter as the distance grew.

When you arrived, the grand building loomed before you, a silent sentinel of the law. The courthouse was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the occasional distant footsteps and the hum of the security lights. You took a deep breath and made your way to Room 303, your hand shaking slightly as you pushed the door open. Inside, you found Mr. Higuruma, his eyes lighting up with an unusual intensity when he saw you. The room was cluttered with case files and legal documents, but there was something else in the air - something electric, something you hadn't felt in his presence before.

" [name]," he said, his voice a low murmur that seemed to resonate within the confined space. "You came."

"I… I found your note," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You held the page out to him, your hand trembling.

He took it from you, his fingers brushing against yours, and you felt a jolt of energy. He read the note, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he stepped closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours. " [name], I need your help with something. It's not what you might expect."

Your heart raced. "Anything, Mr. Higuruma. I want to learn from you."

His eyes searched yours for a moment before he spoke again, his voice softer. "I've noticed how much you care about justice, about understanding the complexities of the law. But there are aspects that can't be taught in a classroom." He paused, his eyes dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second before returning to your eyes. "I need someone… I need you to help me understand something very personal, something that could affect a case I'm working on."

You nodded, your curiosity piqued. "How can I help?"

He stepped closer, closing the space between you. His hand found its way to the small of your back, and you could feel the heat of his palm through your thin blouse. "I need to experience… a particular situation, to better defend my client." His voice was a caress in the quiet room. "Would you be willing to assist me?"

Your breath hitched. "What situation?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

"The situation," he said, leaning in, "of a man and a woman, in a moment of passion."

The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with unspoken intentions. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your neck, smell the faint scent of his cologne. You looked up at him, your eyes searching his for any hint of what he truly wanted.

His hand moved to the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. "I know this is unorthodox," he murmured, "but I believe that by experiencing it ourselves, we can gain a deeper understanding."

Your thoughts swirled like a tornado. You knew this was wrong, that there were lines that shouldn't be crossed, but you also knew that Mr. Higuruma was a man of integrity, a man who never did anything without a reason. And you wanted to help.

"Alright," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."

With that, he closed the distance between them, and his lips met hers. The kiss was unexpectedly tender, filled with a hunger that you hadn't anticipated. His hand slipped to the back of your neck, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the softness of your mouth. Your arms wound around his waist, pulling him closer, as the reality of what you were doing set in.

The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of fear and excitement. You moved together, almost in slow motion, his hand sliding down your back to rest on your hip. He broke the kiss and whispered against your lips, "Thank you for trusting me."

The next moments were a blur of sensation: the soft rustle of fabric as clothes were removed, the warmth of his skin against yours, the feel of his hands exploring every curve and line of your body. You fell onto the couch in the corner of the room, a mess of legal papers scattered around you . The leather was cool against your back, but you barely noticed as his mouth moved to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made you shiver.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you gave yourself over to the moment, the line between student and teacher, justice and passion, blurring into oblivion. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, the thud of it matching your own erratic rhythm. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of your desire mingling with the dust of the old books.

" [name]," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "Look at me."

Your eyes opened, and you met his gaze, the intensity of it making your pulse race. His eyes searched yours, seeking confirmation, and you nodded, unable to form words. His hand trailed down your body, his fingertips tracing the swell of your breast, sending waves of pleasure through you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "I've wanted this for so long."

The words sent a thrill through you, and you reached up to kiss him again, your hands tangling in his hair. His touch grew more urgent, his kisses deeper, and you could feel the heat building between your legs. You arched into him, your body begging for more.

"Tell me what you want," he breathed against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You," you said, the word a desperate plea. "I want all of you."

He took that as his cue, his hand moving down to slip under the fabric of your panties, finding you wet and ready. His touch was gentle at first, exploring, and then more insistent as you moaned into his mouth. You felt his arousal pressing against your thigh, and you reached down to touch him, your hand trembling.

Your kisses grew more frantic as you touched each other, your breaths mingling in a symphony of passion. His hand moved between your legs, and you gasped as he slipped a finger inside you, stroking you in a way that made your body tighten around him.

"Hiromi," you whispered, breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath. "Please."

He positioned himself above you, his eyes never leaving yours. With one swift movement, he entered you, filling you completely. You both froze, the intensity of the moment suspending you in time.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained.

You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. "More," you begged.

And so he gave it to you, moving in a slow, rhythmic dance that had you both gasping for air. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge.

"[name]," he groaned, his movements becoming more urgent. "I'm so close."

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and you met his thrusts with your own, urging him on. You both reached the peak together, your cries of pleasure echoing through the deserted room, mixing with the sound of the pages fluttering in the gentle breeze from the open window.

As you lay entwined on the couch, your hearts racing, the silence of the courthouse seemed to swallow you up. But in that moment, it was just the two of you, your bodies speaking a language that transcended the bounds of propriety and the law. The line between right and wrong blurred as you clung to each other, lost in the throes of your newfound understanding of justice and passion.

The aftermath of your union was a tapestry of emotions: guilt, exhilaration, and confusion. Yet, as you dressed and collected yourselves, you couldn't shake the feeling that you had just experienced something profound, something that would forever change your perspective on the world of law and the complex dance of human relationships.

And as you both stepped out into the cool night air, the sound of distant sirens a stark reminder of the world outside your cocoon, you knew that this was just the beginning of a journey you had never anticipated taking. The note in your pocket was a silent testament to the power of curiosity and the allure of the forbidden.

Your eyes met, and you saw a flicker of something in his gaze that you had never seen before. It was a look of hunger, of a man who had tasted a secret that could never be fully satisfied. And for a brief moment, you wondered if you had just become part of a case that was far more personal than any you had ever studied in the pages of your books.

Can you do sukuna seeing reader being happy with someone else🙏

( ♡ ) pairing : true form!Sukuna x s/o!reader

( ♡ ) warning : idk what the gender of the reader is 😭 gn probably , NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n : hi there sweetheart, I hope this is good and is what you wanted. If not feel free to ask me again 🫶🏽

Echoes of Desire

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the courtyard. Lanterns flickered gently, illuminating the laughter and joy of the gathering that spilled out from the main hall. Sukuna leaned against a wooden pillar, his two faces hidden in shadow, watching as you mingled with the guests, your presence a radiant beacon amidst the revelry.

You were dressed in a beautifully ornate kimono, colors vibrant against the soft light, your laughter ringing like chimes in the cool evening air. Beside you stood a man, his charm evident as he engaged you in conversation, his smile making your eyes sparkle in a way that tugged at something deep within Sukuna.

He clenched his jaw, a surge of irritation bubbling beneath his stoic facade. The sight of you being so freely happy with someone else stirred a possessive flame within him, a feeling he had long thought buried under layers of indifference.

As the festivities continued, Sukuna’s frustration grew. He had watched you from afar, the way you leaned in to share a secret with the man, the way your hand brushed against his arm—each gesture igniting a primal urge within him. The thought that you could be happy without him gnawed at his insides.

“ Why do you waste your time with him ? “ Sukuna murmured to himself, a shadowy figure lurking in the corners of the celebration.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he stepped into the light, his presence drawing the attention of the nearby guests. You turned at the sound of his approach, surprise flickering across your features.

“ Sukuna,” you said, your voice a mix of joy and concern. “What are you doing here?”

“Observing,” he replied coolly, though the tension in his voice betrayed the tempest within. “ It seems you’ve found new entertainment. ” Your smile faltered slightly. “ It’s just a celebration. Everyone is having fun. ”

“ Fun? ” he echoed, a sharp edge to his tone. “ Is that what you call it? Spending time with a man who doesn’t know your worth ? “ You stepped closer, sensing the darkness that clung to him. “ He’s a friend, Sukuna. You know that.”

“ Friends do not make you glow with delight as you do with him, ” he snapped, unable to keep the jealousy from his voice. “ What does he offer you that I do not? “

The question hung heavily in the air, your heart racing at the challenge behind it. “ He doesn’t offer me anything more than companionship, Sukuna. But you—”

“Exactly!” Sukuna interjected, his voice a low growl. “ I am the King of Curses, not some common man to be tossed aside. Yet here I am, watching you be happy with someone else. “

You took a deep breath, grounding yourself against the storm brewing in his eyes. “ You need to understand that happiness isn’t just about being with someone powerful or dangerous. It’s about feeling safe, cherished. You can’t just assume I’ll choose you because of who you are. “

He stared at you, his two faces reflecting a mix of emotions—frustration, longing, and a flicker of vulnerability. “So you prefer him?”

“I don’t prefer anyone,” you said softly, stepping closer. “But you push me away with your darkness, Sukuna. You’ve built walls around yourself, and it’s hard to reach you.”

His expression softened at your words, the weight of truth settling in. He was silent for some moments before he spoke in a quiet tone “ I don’t want to lose you,” he confessed, the fierceness in his gaze faltering.

You placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. “Then don’t. Show me that you can be more than the King of Curses. Show me that you can let me in.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed, a flash of determination igniting within them. “I will not let anyone take you from me,” he declared, his voice low and filled with intent. “If he makes you happy, then I will make you happier.”

You smiled, warmth flooding through you. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Just be yourself. Let me see the man beneath the curse.”

The night felt alive as you stood before him, the air thick with unspoken promises. Sukuna leaned in, his breath ghosting over your skin, and in that moment, everything around you faded away. The laughter and chatter of the festival became distant, replaced by the intensity of his gaze.

“You are the light I didn’t know I needed,” he murmured, inching closer. “Let me show you how a king can love.”

As his lips brushed against yours, a spark ignited—a connection that transcended the darkness surrounding him. You could feel his walls crumbling, the fierce determination to change enveloping you both.

When the kiss broke, Sukuna looked into your eyes, the weight of the world seeming to lift. “I won’t let you go, not to anyone else,” he vowed.

And with that promise, you stepped away from the shadows of uncertainty, embracing the light of your bond, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

In the Heian night, amidst the celebration and laughter, two souls found their way back to each other, forging a connection that would defy the darkness, a love that could conquer all.

𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 // 𝙆𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙤

( ♡ ) pairing : You were reading in your garden and you're surprised by a new presence

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, human!reader, a bit sad, reader is a book worm, my writing here is way too formal , NOT proofread

( ♡ ) 🗒️a/n : it's been so long , I'm sorry for not posting , but I had my exams and now I still have lots of work </33 bUT I GOT THIS IDEA , I HOPE YOU ENJOY <333

You weren't a Demon Slayer , yet you possess a katana and a thunder breathing style . You got your sword from Sakonji , you don't know how you managed to get him give it to you , even tho you didn't join the Corps , yet you use it whenever you feel attacked . You don't kill all the demons in your path , as the Slayers , but only that attack you .

The moon lords brilliantly above them as the night descends and envelopes the village in a deep sleep, filling the heavens with stars gleaming in its mantle of darkness. As you stood at the end of the garden, a subtle sigh can be heard in addition to the soft sounds of the wind " A demon slayer ? " Three pairs of bright golden orbs are gazing up at the moon by your side " I was only seeking for a decent opponent to spar with, therefore today's luck is with me. " Kokushibo lays one palm on his katana at his hip and slowly peers down at you with his three pairs of eyes.

You heard his mumble and you turn your head to look at him then mirror his previous action and look at the shining moon and stars . Your gaze was then again of the forest. You noticed his katana and his kimono , you thought he was a demon slayer at first , but the 6 golden eyes told you otherwise . And yet , you didn't run or hide . You just stood there.

Kokushibo's gaze intensifies as he observes your calm demeanor and lack of fear. His expression remains stoic, but there's a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He watches the way the wind plays with your hair, his eyes following every movement with a discerning gaze " You possess an unusual level of composure for a demon slayer. Tell me, what brings you here? Are you merely enjoying the night's solitude, or do you seek a confrontation with me? " His question is accompanied by a slow, deliberate movement of his hand, fingers caressing the hilt of his katana. His intention seems clear—he is ready for battle.

You turned your head to face the demon. You looked over him and said, " I'm not a demon slayer " After speaking, you took another glance at the woodland " I occasionally battle demons who try to harm me. Just that. It's not my problem if other people are dying. " You spoke firmly.

Kokushibo's eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your response. He can sense a hint of indifference a nd detachment in your words, contrasting with the usual determination found in demon slayers " Not a demon slayer, you say ? An interesting declaration indeed. To possess the power to fight demons and yet not align yourself with the Corps... there are few who possess such capabilities. Tell me, what is it that motivates you to confront demons on your own terms? " His grip on his katana tightens ever so slightly, prepared for any sudden movements or attacks.

You crouched down and brushed your hand against the lush summer grass, feeling its softness against your fingertips. "Survival," you murmured, contemplating the situation. "I engage in conflict only when demons pose a threat to me. I see no reason to eliminate demons that don't intend me harm." Carefully plucking a few blades of grass, you pondered each one as if it held a secret message.

"Survival," Kokushibo repeats, his voice filled with contemplation. He takes a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving your form "You have a selective approach, unlike most demon slayers who seek to eradicate all demons. Your perspective of discerning which demons pose a threat and which do not is intriguing. It is a rare trait to find in a human. " His gaze flickers to the grass in your hands, as if observing the delicate act of plucking it " Tell me, have you encountered demons that have posed a formidable challenge to your survival ? "

Observing him, you raised your head. Your hair was gently flying through the air due to the wind, and you responded, "No, I haven't seen a demon to test me yet. However, I'm not willing to engage in combat with one. " you said, and there was still a definite sound of you plucking up grass.

Kokushibo continues to observe your actions, his gaze unwavering. A sense of intrigue lingers in his eyes, his curiosity about your mindset growing stronger " You speak with great certainty. It seems that you hold a certain level of confidence in your abilities. Perhaps you believe yourself to be invincible, untouchable by the demons that roam this world. "His voice remains calm, but there's a hint of skepticism, as if he's silently challenging your words " But let us entertain a hypothetical scenario. Imagine, for a moment, that you were faced with a demon with significant power, one that could pose a genuine threat to your exitence. What course of action would you take then ? " " I cannot convince myself that I am invincible. But if I'm confronting a demon that is more powerful than my power can withstand, I'm not willing to fight. " You muttered while watching the grass flutter in the air " Neither would I run. So be it if it wishes to kill me " You said, picking up more grass, " I'm at peace with death , but I didn't finish my book so I'm willing to finish it before I die "

Kokushibo's gaze remains fixed on you, his piercing golden eyes unwavering. He takes a moment to absorb your words, the calm acceptance of death that lies within them. There is a complex mix of fascination and admiration brewing within him, intrigued by your nonchalant attitude toward life and death " Such tranquility in the face of mortality. It is a remarkably rare quality to find in humans. Your indifference to the cycle of life and death sets you apart from the rest. And yet, it raises further questions..." Kokushibo takes a step closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you " Tell me, human, what is the book that holds such importance to you? What is its title ? " " Don't call me human " you said as you turned towards the demon " I have a name " you muttered " [name] " Kokushibo's eyes flicker with a brief glimmer of surprise as you assert your name and request not to be referred to as 'human' . He registers your name, [name] , committing it to memory " Very well, [name] . I shall address you as such " you peeked at him then looked at the grass in your hand " 'A lost letter' , that's the book " and as you picked up some grass, you relaxed " Romance. I don't think you would enjoy it " Kokushibo's expression remains stoic, but a subtle hint of intrigue lingers in his voice " 'A Lost Letter'... a romance novel. An intriguing choice for one who claims indifference to the affairs of humans. Perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye. Literature has a way of captivating the human soul, even in the realm of demons " He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts "I too have indulged in human literature in my long existence. " He said then took a moment to think " If I were to allow you to finish your book before your inevitable demise, would it please you ? " As you carefully picked up some grass, you stated "I will finally feel at peace." the breeze swept the grass out of your hand, and you smiled as you turned your head.

Kokushibo observes the serenity on your face, the genuine contentment you express at the prospect of completing your book. There's a flicker of something akin to understanding in his eyes, a trace of acknowledgement " I see... Your acceptance of mortality is truly remarkable. If it brings you peace to finish your book, then perhaps I shall grant you that. Consider it a token of rare compassion from a demon " The corners of his lips tugs slightly, a ghost of a smile forming " However, do not mistake this act as an act of mercy. It is merely an acknowledgment of your unique resolve. I am merely curious to witness the conclusion of your story " Kokushibo's gaze returns to you, his golden eyes unwavering " Do you accept my offer, [name] ? To allow you the time to finish 'A Lost Letter' before I kill you ? "

You gave the demon a soft nod " I accept " before turning your attention to the grass " I'll try to let you know when I've finished reading the book. On the other hand, you can return after two days. I nearly completed the book anyway " you replied with a smile as you patted the bag where your book was, it was resting on the ground.

Kokushibo observes your acceptance and nods in acknowledgment " Very well, [name]. I shall return in two days' time to witness the conclusion of 'A Lost Letter.' I trust that you will fulfill your part of the arrangement " With a fluid movement, he turns to depart, his white kimono flowing gracefully in the wind. Before he disappears into the shadows, he casts a final glance at you, his golden eyes holding an inscrutable gaze " Until then, [name]. " And with that, the enigmatic demon, Kokushibo, vanishes into the night, leaving you alone to contemplate the impending encounter. You watched how the demon had left you in the dark. You turned your gaze from the bag to the grass. You quietly whined and grabbed the book. You were lying on your back on the grass, the book in your hands. Because you had good night vision, you could read.

As you lay on the grass, the night sky stretching above you, you open the pages of " A Lost Letter " and let yourself be immersed in the world of romance. The words on the page dance before your eyes, capturing your attention and transporting you to a different realm. The moon gazes down at you, casting a gentle glow, as you delve deeper into the story, savoring each chapter.

Time seems to slip away as you lose yourself in the tale, the characters becoming familiar companions. The night breeze whispers softly, caressing your skin, as you turn page after page, captivated by the emotions and beauty entwined within the words.

Days pass, and soon the appointed time approaches. The completion of the book draws near, and you find yourself eagerly anticipating the return of Kokushibo, eager to share the culmination of the story with him.

And as the day arrives, you find yourself at the rendezvous point, the book clutched tightly in your hands, ready to fulfill the arrangement with the enigmatic demon once again.

You sat on a white blanket on the grass with your book on your lap given that it was still light outside. Your eyes were a little teary. The story line didn't seem to have a happy ending. Even though you were crying, your face remained expressionless. With the tip of your index finger, you wiped your tears away as you turned the pages. The gentle breeze rustles the pages of the book in your hands as you sit there, tears lingering in your eyes. As each page turns, the story reaches its poignant conclusion, tugging at your heartstrings and leaving you with a mix of emotions.

As the final words of the book emerge, you close it gently , your hand lingering on the book cover for , taking a moment to compose yourself. The tears that had welled up now trickle down your cheeks, but you wipe them away, determined to face this encounter with Kokushibo.

The world around you begins to darken as dusk settles in, and soon, the figure of Kokushibo emerges from the shadows, his golden eyes fixed upon you. His presence commands the space around him, an air of impenetrable silence enveloping him.

" You have fulfilled your part of the arrangement, [name] , " he states solemnly, his voice cutting through the silence. " I have returned as promised. Now, I ask that you share the conclusion of 'A Lost Letter' . "

With trembling hands, you offer the book to Kokushibo and you cleared your throat " Page 142, I quote : do you still love me ? Mary asked. I love you. You ? Felix asked and with a smile. Mary said : I adore you. " You spoke while addressing the demon. Your hair is being blown out of your face by the wind. Your entire face was now visible to Kokushibo " Page 338, quote : he knew he didn't love her anymore - Love as she wanted it and as he understood it – but now he regrets it " You said with watery eyes. Tears that didn't fall . Kokushibo listens attentively to your recitation, his expression remaining inscrutable. As you share the poignant quotes from the book, the weight of the emotions resonates in the air. He takes a step closer, his gaze piercing through you, capturing every detail. You sucked back any feelings and knelt down in front of Kokushibo. As you picked up some grass, you lowered your head slightly and stated, "Now I shall respect our arrangement " You awaited death.

Suddenly, a shift in his demeanor becomes apparent. The usual aura of cold detachment wavers for just a moment, replaced by a flicker of something... akin to understanding. His gaze softens ever so slightly as he observes your teary eyes.

With a subtle movement of his hand, Kokushibo reaches out and gently brushes away a tear that had slipped down your cheek.

" Your willingness to fulfill our arrangement speaks of the strength within you, [name]. Your acceptance of the inevitable and the emotions woven within these pages... It is a rare quality among humans " His voice carries a hint of reverence, a touch of somberness " And yet... I sense a lingering desire for life within you, despite your acceptance of its fleeting nature. Tell me, [name] , why did you choose to share these words with me ? " The demon brushed your tears away as you briefly closed your eyes. You nodded and added, "You're the only one willing to listen to me talking about books ," adding, "And I… I find it as a good thing." Kokushibo wiped a last tear away " I'm thankful for you listening to me "

Kokushibo's gaze remains fixed on you, his golden eyes reflecting the depths of his contemplation. He absorbs your words, a sense of acknowledgment glimmering within his eyes " I see , " he responds, his tone carrying a trace of solemnity " In a world filled with chaos and destruction, the solace found within the pages of books can be a rarity. To share that solace with another soul, even in the briefest of moments, holds its own significance " He ponders your words for a moment, the weight of understanding settling upon him " You possess an appreciation for literature,[name] , a connection to words that transcends our current circumstances. It is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Your desire to share this connection with me... I find it... intriguing " Kokushibo takes a step back, his presence emanating a sense of both strength and restraint " Though our paths may cross in unexpected ways, [name] , know that your love for literature will not be forgotten " With those words, he retreats into the darkness, leaving you behind, pondering the enigmatic encounter you've had with Kokushibo, the highest-ranked Upper Moon of the demon society.

Him & I

( ♡ ) pairing : Bonten!Sanzu x fem!Bonten!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, explicit content , mention of drugs , smoking , illegal substances , substances abuse

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : this is literally my experience and I just made it a Sanzu x reader 😭😭

— " You ever had a night that starts out all wrong but ends up being the best of your life?" Sanzu asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Can't say I have," you replied, watching him carefully. Sanzu Haruchiyo was known for his wild ideas, and that glint usually meant trouble. But tonight, you were feeling adventurous.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, let me tell you, this might just be one of those nights."

The neon lights of the city danced in the puddles on the sidewalk as you turned down an alley, the rain-soaked concrete shimmering like a disco floor. The air had the scent of rain and something else, something sweet and pungent that you couldn't quite place. Sanzu grinned, leading the way into the heart of the Bonten's territory.

You entered a dimly lit room, the walls plastered with posters of old-school rock bands and graffiti that told stories of rebellion and freedom. The air was thick with smoke, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the space. A few faces turned your way, but the atmosphere remained relaxed, almost welcoming.

Sanzu gestured to a corner booth, where a man in a leather jacket sat, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He nodded at you, and Sanzu slid in opposite him, patting the seat next to him. "This is our guy," he said, and the man slid a small plastic bag across the table.

Inside were three tiny pills. LSD, ecstasy, and a strain of marijuana so potent it was known as Dragon's Breath. Your heart raced at the sight of them, a mix of excitement and nerves. This was definitely not your typical Friday night.

With a wink, Sanzu popped one of each into his mouth and washed them down with a swig of beer "You in?" he asked, holding out the bag to you.

You took a deep breath and made your decision "Why not?" you said, and swallowed the pills with a mouthful of vodka, your nose scrunching at the burn of the alcohol on your throat .

The man in the leather jacket chuckled, lighting up a fresh joint "You two are in for a ride," he said, and the flame from his lighter briefly illuminated the glee in his eyes.

The first effects of the LSD began to tickle the edges of your consciousness. The colors grew more vivid, and the patterns on the posters started to move, swirling like a psychedelic kaleidoscope. Sanzu's eyes were wide with excitement, his pupils dilated to pinpricks. He leaned back in his seat, a contented smile spreading across his face.

The ecstasy hit you next, a warm, tingly sensation that started in your toes and worked its way up to your fingertips. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been draped in a warm, velvety blanket. The laughter in the room grew more infectious, and you found yourself grinning at the simplest of things: a joke, a shared glance, the way the light reflected off the chrome of the bar.

Then came the marijuana. The smoke from Sanzu's joint curled around you like a serpent, and you took a tentative puff. The dragon's breath filled your lungs with a warm, spicy smoke that seemed to expand your chest and clear your mind. Time stretched out, and the conversations around you turned into a symphony of words and laughter.

Sanzu's hand tapped a rhythm on the table, his fingers leaving trails of light in their wake. You watched, fascinated, as the light danced and swirled, creating intricate patterns that were impossible to look away from. The man in the leather jacket leaned in, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You're just getting started," he said, and his voice echoed in your head like a whispered secret.

The night grew wilder, the music more intense, and the lights began to pulse in time with the beating of your heart. The walls of the room melted away, and suddenly your were in the middle of a rainstorm, the droplets falling in sync with the bassline. Sanzu looked at you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and something else, something deeper that you couldn't quite put my finger on.

After taking a hit from the Dragon's Breath marijuana, reality becomes even more distorted, with time stretching and sounds synesthetically blending with the visuals. The setting becomes increasingly surreal, with the music and lights seemingly controlling the environment, and Sanzu's behavior hinting at an underlying meaning or purpose to the night's events. The narrative builds to a crescendo of sensory overload.

"You okay?" he shouted over the din, his voice distorted by the pounding music.

Your nodded, the smile on your face feeling like it was painted on with a brush made of pure joy. "Better than okay," you yelled back.

And with that, you let the night take you, spinning you through a whirlwind of colors, sounds, and emotions that defied description. You danced and talked and laughed until the world outside the club ceased to exist, and all that remained was the rhythm of the music and the promise of a bond forged in a haze of chemical euphoria.

The walls of the club grew more fluid, the patterns swirling like a living painting. The music pulsed through you, each beat a heartbeat of the city itself. The faces around you grew more distorted, morphing into masks of pure emotion, a reflection of the chaos and beauty that lay within you all.

As the night progressed, the boundaries between reality and hallucination blurred. You stumbled into the bathroom, the harsh fluorescent lights casting monstrous shadows on the walls. In the mirror, you reflection stared back, a twisted, grinning caricature of yourself . Sanzu leaned in, his reflection rippling like water. "You ready for the real adventure?"

With a mischievous grin, he produced a handful of tiny paper tabs, each one inscribed with an intricate design. "These are the VIP passes," he shouted over the music. "They'll take us to the real party."

You swallowed the tabs, and the world outside the bathroom grew distant, the sounds of the club fading into a dull hum. The lights grew brighter, the colors more intense, until everything was a blur of sensation. You stumbled back into the throng of the dance floor, the music now a living entity that had consumed the very essence of the night.

As the LSD reached its peak, the club transformed into a surreal wonderland. The dancers became a sea of flowing fabric and limbs, moving as one to the rhythm of the bass. The air was electric with energy, and you felt as if you could reach out and pluck stars from the sky. Sanzu's hand found yours , and together you were pulled along by the current of the experience, your laughter echoing through the maze of light and sound.

The night grew deeper, the colors more vivid, and the lines between reality and fantasy grew thinner. You danced on rooftops and swam in rivers of neon. You talked to gods and whispered secrets to the stars.

In the quiet moments between the peaks of euphoria, you could feel the threads of the universe weaving themselves into a new pattern, one that included you in ways you hadn't anticipated.

The night had become a canvas, and you were the paint, mixing with the colors of the city to create a masterpiece that was both your salvation and your damnation.

You and Sanzu navigating the increasingly surreal and intense experiences brought on by the drugs, all while being drawn deeper into the enigmatic and often dangerous world of Bonten. The tale weaves a complex dance of friendship, loyalty, and the pursuit of pleasure in the face of an ever-shifting reality. Each step they take together will bring you closer to the truth of who they are and what you're capable of, as you grapple with the consequences of your wild night out.

The VIP tabs hit you like a tidal wave of color and sound. The club walls melted away, revealing a hidden chamber beneath the city's streets. The air was charged with an energy so potent it made your hair stand on end. Sanzu's grip on your hand tightened as you descended a staircase that seemed to stretch on forever, the bass from the music above pounding like a heartbeat beneath your feet.

The underground room was a cavern of debauchery, a place where the city's elite had come to indulge in their darkest desires. The air was thick with the scent of opulence and danger, a heady mix that made my heart race even faster. Sanzu looked at me, his eyes gleaming with a wild excitement that was both infectious and terrifying. "Welcome to the real Bonten," he shouted over the cacophony.

The faces in the crowd were a blur of power and madness, their smiles a mix of greed and hunger. They moved in a way that defied logic, their bodies contorting and merging with the shadows that danced on the walls. The music here was different, a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very core of your being. You could feel the beat in your chest, in your bones, as if it were a part of you.

As the effects of the LSD peaked, the walls of the cavern began to pulse and breathe, the very air around you shimmering with a psychedelic glow. Sanzu and you danced among the throng, lost in the rhythm, your movements as fluid and unpredictable as the patterns of light that played across our skin. The boundaries of your bodies dissolved, and for a brief, glorious moment, you were one with the music, one with the night.

The ecstasy heightened every sensation, making the tactile world around you feel like a lover's caress. The fabric of your clothes seemed to whisper secrets, the floor beneath you a sea of warm, welcoming embraces. And the marijuana, oh, the marijuana. It wrapped you in a warm, fuzzy blanket of contentment, smoothing the edges of your consciousness until everything was soft and gentle.

But amidst the chaos, there was order. The Bonten's influence was everywhere, a silent, unseen force that guided the ebb and flow of the party. Sanzu whispered in your ear, his voice a mix of awe and terror. "This is just the beginning," he said.

The lights grew dimmer as the music grew more primal, the bass vibrating through the very marrow of our bones. The room's walls seemed to pulse with the rhythm, the patterns weaving in and out of existence like a serpent's dance. The air grew thick with the scent of desire, a musky perfume that filled your nostrils and coiled around your hearts.

Suddenly, the crowd parted, revealing a stage of velvet and chrome. On it, a group of figures moved in a mesmerizing ballet of flesh and light. Sanzu's hand released yours, and without a word, he led you to the center of the floor. The dancers circled you, their movements fluid and sinuous, each one a study in the art of seduction.

Your hearts pounded in sync with the music, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as the scene unfolded. You were no longer just observers; you had become the center of the performance, the living embodiment of the night's decadence. The LSD painted the scene in a kaleidoscope of colors, each touch, each caress, a symphony of sensation that transcended the physical.

The onlookers' eyes were glued to you, their faces a blur of lust and envy. The boundary between reality and fantasy had shattered, leaving you in a realm where the only truth was the here and now. Sanzu's eyes searched yours , the question in them as clear as the crystal chandeliers hanging above: How far are we willing to go?

The touches grew bolder, the whispers of the dancers' fingers tracing patterns of fire across your skin. The barrier between you and the Bonten's elite blurred as we danced, a silent agreement forming in the space between your breaths. This was your world now, a place where the only law was the beat of the music and the whims of your desires.

Your movements grew more intimate, your bodies entwined as if you had been lovers for a hundred lifetimes. The room spun around you, a whirlwind of limbs and light that seemed to carry you away from the mundane and into the realm of the divine. The dancers' eyes never left you, their expressions a mix of envy and admiration, as if you had unlocked the secret to the universe itself.

The air grew hot, the scent of arousal permeating the room. Sanzu's hand slid down your back, his touch a promise of what was to come. The line between friendship and something deeper had been crossed, and there was no going back.

The climax of the night was upon us, the music reaching a crescendo that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. The dancers closed in, their bodies pressing against you, a tapestry of flesh that threatened to consume you whole. And in that moment, as the world around you reached a fever pitch, you were no longer just two souls lost in a sea of debauchery. You were the embodiment of the Bonten's power, the living proof of their dominion over the night.

As the music reached its peak, the dancers retreated, leaving you alone in the center of the room. The lights grew brighter, the colors more intense, and for a brief, glorious moment, you were the king and queen of that psychedelic wonderland.

But the comedown was already creeping in, the shadows at the edge of your vision growing longer, the colors starting to fade. The reality of what you had done, what you had become, began to seep into your consciousness like a chilling embrace.

The party continued around you , the music and lights a constant reminder of the delirious high you had just experienced. But as the drugs began to lose their grip, the weight of your choices settled heavily on your shoulders. The night had changed you, and as you stumbled out into the cold light of dawn, you knew that you could never truly go back to the person you had been before.

The city looked different now, its edges sharper, its secrets laid bare. The Bonten had claimed you, body and soul, and there was no escape from the path you had chosen. The sun rose over the skyline, a fiery phoenix heralding the dawn of a new day, but for the two of you , the night had only just begun.

You stumbled through the streets, your hearts racing from the residual effects of the ecstasy, the LSD's grip on your minds slowly loosening. The world was a canvas of pastel hues, the neon lights of the night giving way to the soft glow of the early morning. The air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the sticky heat of the club's underbelly.

Sanzu looked at you, his pupils still dilated, his eyes swimming with the remnants of the night's excesses. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

You nodded, though you wasn't entirely sure. The reality of what you had done was setting in, a sobering realization that lingered like the aftertaste of a bittersweet cocktail. The intimacy you had shared in that chamber, the way your bodies had moved together, it was more than just a dance. It was a declaration of belonging, a silent pact sealed with a kiss of fire and desire.

As you walked, the city's sounds grew more distinct, the cacophony of the night giving way to the gentle murmur of the waking world. The sirens and laughter of the night before were replaced by the distant chirping of birds and the hum of early morning traffic. The people you passed looked at you with a mix of curiosity and contempt, your disheveled appearances a stark contrast to the pristine façade of the new day.

You reached the edge of the Bonten's domain, the opulent buildings giving way to the gritty streets of the real world. Sanzu stopped, his hand still in yours, and turned to face you. "You know what we did back there," he said, his voice a mix of awe. "We can't unsee it, unfeel it."

You looked into his eyes, the unspoken question hanging in the air between you. What did this mean for you? For your friendship?

You stepped into the daylight, your shadows stretching out before you like fingers reaching for the horizon. The world felt different now, forever changed by the night's events. You had danced with the devil, and now you bore the marks of your transgressions. The city was no longer just a backdrop to your lives; it was a living, breathing entity that had swallowed you whole and spit you back out, forever altered by the taste of its chaotic embrace.

Sanzu squeezed your hand, a silent promise that you would navigate these uncharted waters together. You were no longer just members of the same crew; you were partners in a dance that had no end, a dance that would define you for the rest of your lives.

The sun grew brighter, the colors more vivid, as you stepped into the light. The streets of the city stretched out before you, a labyrinth of possibilities that you were now inextricably linked to. The night had been a wild ride, a journey through the looking glass, and now, as the drugs' grip on your minds slowly loosened, you had to face the reflection staring back at you.

What you had done in that chamber was not just a fleeting moment of passion; it was a declaration of your place in the Bonten's world. You were part of the fabric of their power, the living embodiment of their dark allure. And as you walked away from the shadows, the sun on your faces, you knew that you could never truly escape the night that had claimed you.

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