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–Black.FemReader X Akaza

"H-Hakuji?

One winter evening, you thought you'd been asleep and dreaming. After you heard a knock, you answer the door. Now widowed you didn't expect anyone to be at your home. It was usually the time Hakuji returned to you. But that day, what you'd nerver thought in a million years happened.

Standing in the door frame, the dark silhouette seemed familiar to you. You couldn't make out their face due to your doorway being so dark. Though, when they— or rather He stepped into the light you were shocked. It felt as if your lungs had collapsed.

Your eyes widened as you staggered backwards. Mouth a gaping as your words were lost.

Its not possible, is it? For someone to return— nonetheless with a different appearance?! Maybe you were still grieving? Maybe this was the 'denial' stage of grief? Your husband from the dead.. is now standing in your doorway.

"Don't look at me like that Y/n— Aren't you glad Im back Beloved?" The voice you hadn't heard for weeks comments.

You didn't know what to do..Why is he back? He walked in like he'd never been gone and shut the door behind him. "Beloved? Whats wrong?"

"You—", you stuttered. The sweet face you'd fallen for. His fair skin, now tainted with thick blue markings on his face. His short wavy hair now pink. Those yellow eyes, pink eyelashes throwing you for a loop.

"Hm?" His pink brow raised in confusion to your cut-short sentence.

He takes quick strides to get to you as you stood speechless. His blue fingers reach out to your pulling them up to his lips.

"You okay Y/n?" He bends down a bit to get eye-level with you; as he was taller than you.

"Hakuji—", you hic.

Almost losing your balance, your knees buckle causing you to almost fall. Your husband catching you by the waist, "Woah easy there Y/n!" ,he chortles.

'He's real..He's actually real— I can feel his touch', you think to yourself.

Your hands shaking, feeling his arms, and up his biceps. Hakuji raises a brow, staring at you with confusion. "Hakuji, you're real?"

"Mmm...yes?" He chuckles.

Happy, no...elated your deceased Husband was before you— You'd tackled him to the ground on accident. Your tight hold around him rough you could choke him back to death.

"Y/n, hon?" You eyes and nose running, causing his clothes to be drenched. "Hakuji, I'm really hoping– I'm praying I'm not drunk or you're not a ghost right now."

His arms comforting you, gently rubbing your back. "No honey, I promise I am 100% real. Just a little...different. I hope you aren't disappointed."

"No..I'm happy, So happy."

Akaza smiles,"Im sorry I left you for so long beautiful." He pulls you out of the hug, and looks at you. Seeing your pretty face every morning really made everyday worth living. His fingers wiping away your tears, sharp nails grazing your skin.

"I-It's okay, I'm so glad you're back", you whine.

His eyes..Something so different, yet still the same loving glaze. His eyes..now yellow instead of blue. The marks on his skin, patterns that were new to you. You would look at the marks on his arm, and trance your finger along them.

"Hakuji.."

He gazes at you, humming in response. "Why..why did you come back."

Hakuji's eyes look to the side now, almost as if he tries to think of something to say.

"I was given a second chance..", he admits standing up. Aswell as helping you to your feet. "Start this second chance with me?" He finishes.

"Hakuji, of course." You'd say without thinking, you didn't want to be away from your beloved. Especially after You'd just got him back.

Hakuji walks over to the kitchen counter before picking up your wedding ring. Remembering since you'd technically been widowed there'd been no reason to wear it.

"Honey?" You questioned. Hakuji, returning back to your side. He took your hand sliding the ring on your finger. Just like the day you two became one.

Pulling you in, he held his arm around your waist and the other locking fingers with yours that held the ring.

"Y/n, my sweet and beautiful Y/n..", he mumbled pulling you into a longing kiss. You'd submit complete and immediately almost forgetting what his kisses felt like. Sugary, strong..he was confident~ and so sexy.

When he pulls away he cups your cheek, whispering to you. "Let's do this again hm? But, better this time."

He lures you into a tight hug,"Yes." You say, melting into his arms. There was a silence before he speaks up again.

"Right...before I forget"

"Yes?"

"Just so you dont get confused why others call me something different.."

Hakuji looks at you once more, smiling, ear-to-ear fangs showing. Grazing his bottom lip–

"My name is Akaza darling."

Oof chilie I'll decorate this post when I wake up, I was just wanting to post it !!! Thanks fo reading, hope you liked it :)

Kimetsu no Yaiba ~Calling them 'handsome' 3rd part~

First and second part are here (1st) and here (2nd).

Kokushibo

He'll be confused: in the era in which he lived, it was always men who complimented women, not the other

Anyway, like his brother, he'll think he should return the compliment

So, he'll disappear for a few minutes and then he'll return with a hairpin in his hand

"Thank you, tsuma (wife), but you're more beautiful than me: you're so fascinating your beauty puts the most beautiful gods to shame."

Afterwards, he'll put the hairpin in your hair and kiss you

Douma

Since he's emotionless, he shouldn't have any reaction

However, he'll feel a strange sensation of pleasure in his chest, so he'll ask you what sensations he's having

After you tell him what he's feeling is a form of affection, he'll be confused and have a little smile and an adorable blush on his face, which he'll cover with his fan

He won't know how to react, so he'll do what he saw one of his followers do while courting a girl

"Ara ara? You're beautiful too, gorgeous-chan."

Akaza

He thinks being beautiful is a "female thing", but your compliment will still make him feel warm and his whole face will be red

However, he'll hug you sweetly

"Thank you, my love. You're very beautiful too."

When you part from the hug, he'll gently caress your cheek and kiss you

For the next few days, he'll always be in a good mood and then Douma will annoy him and he'll be in a bad mood

Gyutaro

He won't believe it: he'll think it's a joke

"Don't joke with me!" "Gyu, it isn't a joke."

After he realizes this isn't a game, he'll blush slightly and thank you

That evening, he'll ask his sister to steal buy a nice accessory for you and he'll give it to you the next day

"Thank you for the compliment and for always being with me, despite who I am."

Sorry this took so long! I hope you liked it anyway. Bye!

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Muzan, koku and akaza with stitch! reader? (from lilo and stitch) they are composed of the most dangerous aliens ever and are very, very smart. As well as a potty mouth and a chaotic disposition. has survived two blackholes and bullet proof! (I feel like ppl underestimate just how powerful stitch is, tbh. i bet you kokushibo & akaza would love to spar with them!)

Kimetsu no Yaiba ~With a reader like Stitch~

Manga/anime: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Warnings: nothing

I imagined the reader like this (the photo isn't my property):

K. Muzan

Become a demon, please

At first he didn't think you could be that strong, but then you surprised him when you almost defeated him

He really appreciates your intelligence: you're certainly his strategist

He loves your cuteness: you're too cute when you look at him sulkily!

If you become a demon, you two will be the deadliest couple ever

Kokushibo

He adores you so much!

When you smile at him after he gives you something, you give him a sense of nostalgia: it's almost as if he goes back to the past and sees a child smiling sweetly at him

He often fights with you, and your duels almost always end in a draw

You two often have intelligent conversations about a variety of topics

Sometimes he gets angry when other demons make fun of you, but then feels very proud after you defeat them

Akaza

Like Muzan, he likes your intelligence a lot: since he's quite impulsive, your reasonings help him to act more rationally

When other demons make fun of you for your appearance, he gets angry and doesn't think twice before facing them

You two always train together, and he teaches you his fighting style

When you smile at him, he feels a wonderful feeling

So, he gives you a lot of things just to see your beautiful smiling face

I hope you liked it and that I respected your request 100%. Bye!

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can you please do headcanons or a scenario with tanjiro, akaza, kokushibo and male mitsuri and shinobu where reader falls asleep in their arms/against them

Kimetsu no Yaiba ~Falling asleep on them~

Manga/anime: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

Male Shinobu: 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5. Male Mitsuri: 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5.

K. Tanjiro

He'll remain still as soon as he feels your head on his shoulder; to not wake you he'll even try to hold his breath so you don't move an inch!

He'll immediately go into "protective boyfriend mode" and start to concentrate himself on being able to sense if someone is coming close to you to disturb your sleep

In fact, if someone approaches, he'll try to make sure they don't make any noise: if they're Zenitsu or Inosuke, he'll shout at them in a whisper to be quiet; if instead it's someone else, he'll speak much more kindly

At some point, he may even rest his head on yours and doze a little, but his senses will always remain alert to any danger

When you wake up, he'll smile sweetly at you and ask you how you slept ("Well woken up, my love! Did you sleep well?")

K. Shinobu

His mouth will open a little, forming a cute o, after feeling your head fall onto his shoulder

If he's preparing one of his poisons or medicines, he'll make you rest your head on his lap and he'll continue doing what he was doing, occasionally running his hands through your hair and looking at you softly

However, if someone finds you two in that position, he'll be very embarrassed and he'll stutter, looking for excuses to justify your position

Instead, if you're in a public place, without much thought he'll take you as a bride and go to your home to put you in your futon, and he'll lie down next to you

So, when you wake up, you'll find him either sleeping next to you or looking at you lovingly and gently caressing your face or cuddling you

K. Mitsuri

He'll have to hold back the scream he's about to let out to avoid waking you up

Awwwwww, (Y/N)-chan is sleeping on my lap, how cute! It'll be all he can think about

He'll be too tempted to play, squeeze and pull your cheeks, but he won't do so since he doesn't want to wake you up and make you angry because of your sudden awakening

He'll try to stay still, but soon he'll start playing, combing and braiding your hair gently, so as not to wake you, all the while cooing at your cuteness (seriously, anyone who walks by him, if you're in public places, will think he's some weird harasser, but he won't care)

If he's called by his crow for a mission, he'll make an adorable pout, crossing his arms and muttering he doesn't want to get away from you

Kokushibo

He'll probably notice almost immediately you're asleep due to your breath, so he'll take you by the waist and drag you so you'll be sitting comfortably on his lap

That way he can meditate, you can rest comfortably with your head against his shoulder, protected by his body from any danger

He's able to stay in the same position he's in for hours, so he'll stay that way until you wake up, unless Muzan calls him

In fact, if he demands his presence, he'll gently -so as not to wake you up- whisper to you a short apology, pick you up and take you to your home (or to Infinity Castle if you live there), and then he'll go to his lord

If Muzan doesn't call him, instead, when you wake up, you'll find him next to you silently watching over you ("Koku? Did you stay here the whole time?" "Yes...")

Akaza

It'll take him about a minute to process you've fallen asleep on him, but he'll recover to position you better in his arms, with his face very slightly flushed

He'll be so happy for your gesture because you'll be showing yourself to him in one of the most vulnerable human moments, and for him that's a great proof of trust

He'll look at your beautiful sleeping face and think about you two, wondering how someone like him ended up engaged to you, until you wake up

He'll pray and plead with all the deities he can think of not to be summoned by Muzan for a mission or a meeting with the other Kizuki (Demon Moons), so that you won't have to wake up

In fact, he'll want that moment of peace to last as long as possible

If you didn't know, futon is the traditional mattress of Japanese culture; it's entirely made of cotton, rigid, thin and rollable. Until the 1900s, the Japanese slept there instead of in bed.

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winter, 1630

akaza x fem reader smut (pic creds to @/6tygu on twt) summary: it's only natural for a woman to have her first love be the demon she grew up with, is it not? word count: 14.2k tag/warnings: smut, loss of virginity, age difference (older man/younger woman), period-typical sexism and dialogue, slight gore and slightly questionable thoughts/morals notes: ok i genuinely tried but writing period-typical 17th century stories was hard asf + i lost half of the file and only realised once i got off the plane but enjoy! <33 (MINORS DNI, MORE UNDER CUT!)

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一

there once was a time when the city of edo had first been founded and flourished in its internal peace.

it was a time when the nation of japan was under the rule of tokugawa shogunate and the 300 regional daimyo, who aimed to advance the nation’s security for its people once the war was subdued.

the time where criminals were brandished with tattoos marring their arms in order to identify those who disrupted the acclaimed peace and security which the ruler aimed for.

but as both the gods and history would soon know, the peace in which the people of the tokugawa period had hoped for wouldn’t be achieved until the taisho era, in which the beings that plagued the grounds of the night would come to have their existence ceased.

it was a time far in the past when he was still upper moon two, only second to a brilliant swordsman and third to the progenitor of his kind. his lordship had been in search to recruit the most powerful demons in order to form a hierarchy that would heed his every order and reach the very peak of their strength, and it was in the the beginning of akaza’s new life when he encountered a human girl destined to touch his heart.

the year was 1623. reigning as upper moon two despite being only shy of thirty years of age, akaza had come to discover where his morals lay. already having killed nine hashiras in the span of ten years or so, he had developed a resentment for those he deemed weak; the common folk of humans who refused his offer of becoming a demon and achieving their true strength, as well as the meek who had no resolve to protect themselves or become stronger.

the world needed to be purged of such weaklings, they served no purpose.

and in that fateful year was when he came across a small prefecture in edo, just outskirts of the bustling parts of the city yet was full of merchants and noble samurai.

he knew not what led him there. never one to believe in the fate which the gods had in store for him or in the belief that lay in the stars above, akaza had spotted a small child within the secluded cemetery of the prefecture.

there was no apparent reason that he had to approach the girl. perhaps it was empathy from a memory he had blocked within the depths of his human memory? or perhaps he felt the need to protect the girl from any demons or monsters wearing the flesh of humans who would cause her any harm. that was right, akaza did not prey on human women or children. to him, they were weak in a way that needed protection, not to be undermined.

as he approached you, akaza had half a mind to wonder if you would scream in fear upon seeing his appearance. the moon was bright, and children were taught not to talk or trust to any strangers, let alone those who looked akin to the portrayal of demons that filled the local temples.

when you looked up at him, you did not scream.

“good eve, sir.”

what a surprise for upper moon two.

blinking incredulously, akaza gave a warm smile.

“good eve to you too, little miss. what brings you here to these parts of the city all alone at night?”

your response was as quick as ever.

“nothing. my father sent me here to fetch wheat from the market, but with the few coins he gave me, i worry the small amount is not enough to feed my family. i came here to fetch more.”

you picked wheat and vegetables from the graves, and akaza watched as you tucked it safely in the makeshift bag made of torn kimono fabric.

you were grave robbing the offerings left for the dead, but that wasn’t his concern.

“those wheat and vegetables which you pick are of horrid quality. you cannot eat it,” he said.

you hummed in acknowledgment. “what may be deemed as unsatisfying by most is not to me, for we are not in the position to judge what is good and ill.”

he chuckled at your response. “i would have believed you to be of noble standing, little miss. your words are akin to a priestess’ and as scholarly as a philosopher’s.”

“i thank you for your kind words, good sir. unfortunately, i am none of those. i am merely the eldest daughter of a medicine seller,” you said, eyes lingering over his tainted skin. “forgive me if i intrude, but are you perhaps a marked criminal?”

akaza stretched his arms in front of him, looking at the dark blue stripes that ran as lines throughout most of his being.

“perhaps i once was, but my memory may serve me wrong,” he said.

“i do not mind if you are,” you set the now full bag of food on the ground, tying it as carefully as you could with the little lighting that was provided from the moon. “in truth, i find your company much more bearable than those who lead an unsullied life.”

“and what would that mean?” he grinned.

you paused. “what i mean is, the people who sit at the foot of the throne with others at their beck and call view misdeeds only through a single look. mayhaps you had your reasons for whatever crime you committed, and if only they knew, their morals and sympathy would have overshadowed the judgement that befell you.”

he let out a soft chuckle. “how old are you, little miss? you are far too clever to be where you stand in life at this moment.”

“i know not of my age,” you said quietly. “father tells me my day of marriage is not very far, and it is only a matter of time before a man of higher standing take me as his bride.”

“you are but a child,” akaza tilted his head.

“to my family, i am not. my brothers are infants, and my mother says that because i am beautiful, she has dedicated money to educate me so that a politician or samurai may take interest in me,” you shrugged. “she, however, says that the words i sprout are strange. i have come to be aware that not everyone may want to hear what i say, but ‘tis alright.”

you lifted the bag over your shoulder, “i beg your pardon for divulging so much about myself. i must return home with haste, and i wish you good fortune, sir,” you smiled.

akaza stepped in front of you, blocking your path. you looked at him in surprise, and he shook his head. “i won’t let you return home with such horrible crops. come, i shall show you a plentiful field,” he said, taking your hand as he led you through the dark woods.

“s-sir!” you gasped, struggling to both keep up with him in your poorly made sandals as well as hold on to your stolen food.

he stopped in his tracks, turning to look at you. “if i may, shall i carry you on my back?”

“that would be most helpful,” you swallowed nervously, “but as strong as you look, i needn’t bother you with my weight.”

he lifted you effortlessly onto his back, your arms wrapped around him as he supported your weight by holding your legs. “‘tis not a bother, little miss,” he said, and he took off into the night, your eyes wide with wonder as the wind rushed through your hair, his inhuman speed matching his peculiar appearance.

placing you onto the ground, akaza smiled as you audibly gasped at the field that lay before you. you had seen many beautiful and fresh crops for the taking from afar in the streets, but had never been so close to a haven of feasts that your family could never afford.

“sir, i...” you looked around. it was devoid of other life, the owner most likely having gone inside their house for the night, and that left both you and akaza the opportunity to act on something you never knew you would ever commit.

“it’s all yours,” he smiled. “take as many as you wish.”

you turned to him. “what about you? or have you taken some for yourself prior to meeting me?” you teased.

“no,” he laughed. “but i’ve already had my fill of dinner for tonight. it’s time for you to reap your reward, now.”

“reward?” you giggled, crouching to unroot the crops before you.

akaza shrugged. “i suppose you’ve earned it, little miss. the world is cruel to those who are weak, and this may just be a blessing for the good you have done.”

“ah, i know i’m weak,” you said, “but i think our views on the word ‘weak’ differ, don’t you think?” you hummed. “well, no matter. i suspect you’re looking for something in return for helping me find good crops. what is it that you seek, sir? my father’s medicine?” you looked at him with a smile.

akaza raised a brow. “has nobody ever helped you simply out of goodwill, little miss?”

you bit your lip. “i apologise for my assumption,” you mumbled. “you are a kind man, sir. i do not deserve treatment as fine as this.”

“don’t say such things,” akaza chuckled softly. “but i do need something to call you other than ‘little miss.’ tell me, what is your name?”

you blinked. “that would be y/n. and yours, sir?”

“akaza,” he extended a hand to you, which you shook. “you have a beautiful name, y/n.”

“you flatter me so,” you laughed. “and your name is quite rare, i believe. i suppose it makes you special!”

“you’re the first to ever say that,” he patted your head endearingly. “are you finished taking the crops?”

“aye,” you nodded. “it has been a pleasure meeting you. i shall pray for safety in your travels, akaza-san.”

“and how would you know of my travels?” he asked, amused.

“well, i’ve never seen you around the area. and with your speed, strength, and dismissal to my...crimes, i suppose you are a travelling thief?” you hummed in thought. “i-i don’t mean to be so bold,” you quickly added, slightly flustered. gods, perhaps your mother was right. no man would ever like a girl who ran her mouth, after all.

“‘tis alright,” akaza laughed heartily, “and yes, i suppose you’re quite right, i am a wandering thief, after all.”

you smiled. “you are a good man. come, tread with me homeward so that my father may gift you some medicine for all you’ve done. think of it more as a gift from a friend.”

his eyes widened. “that is a generous offer, y/n, but believe me, i have no use for medicine. i’m quite resistant to pain, i’d say,” he shook his head.

you frowned. “if i may never see you again, allow me to give my thanks in the form of a gift. i can never repay your kindness, akaza-san, and i hope you understand how truly thankful i am,” you pleaded.

“you might see me again,” he hummed. “tomorrow night, and for many nights to come, we may meet.”

“is that a promise?” you asked.

“aye, ‘tis a promise,” he smiled.

akaza returned you to your home, leaving you to your own devices once near the busy street. he was yet to practice altering his appearance to fit a human’s, and did not want your parents to think he was a potential suitor intent on marrying you. it was most absurd that you, a young girl, had been walking alone at night with him, and with the abundance of fresh crops at your side, he strayed away from arousing any more suspicion from being sighted with you.

once out of edo and free in the woods, he questioned what he had just done. it wasn’t strange for him to help some children or women in need simply out of good grace, but to promise them another meeting? it was too out of character. you didn’t need to be affiliated with demons, you had enough on your plate. with your family being in the lowest caste system of edo, misfortune would only await you from befriending him. and yet, despite knowing you were nothing more than a weak human child, akaza continued to aid you in scavenging food rations and even supplies for your father’s medicine.

and thus concluded his first encounter with you, the enigmatic human girl who never questioned him on his appearance and what he was. for years to come, he continued to visit you almost nightly, watching you grow into the fine young woman whom he knew you’d become.

he would tell himself that there was nothing wrong, nothing vulnerable about befriending you. his lordship made acquaintances with humans of all kinds. there was nothing to fret over. you were born to live a life he wasn’t meant to touch; the life of a beautiful girl who would soon win the heart of a powerful man and live in a world of safety and joy. it didn’t matter if you were weak, you were destined to live among the beauty that human life offered. he shouldn’t stand in the way of you achieving such things that most humans longed for.

still, akaza knew not why he kept the promise. he’d broken many a promise, vowing to meet many other human women once again only to never do so. whether it was because he did not intend to entangle himself in human affairs or if he was appalled by their weakness, he did not know. but just as he kept in touch with you, he began to question you, as a person

二

the year was 1629. half a decade after you first met akaza, you had come to notice how he never aged. while you never pried too much into what he was, you paid full mind to every single one of his words and its implications, searching for a metaphor or a deeper meaning into them. just as you knew not your age when you first met him, it seemed he did not know his, either. whether that was a lie or not was for you to ponder on. he claimed to be a thieving wanderer, and yet he never wandered too far from where you were. one night you had asked if you were perhaps holding him back, only for him to dismiss you, stating he did travelling during the day and returned during the night.

weekly visits to the temples told you that your companion was a demon. though he looked and acted nothing like the creatures which the temple so proudly believed in, you were sure you had become friends with some sort of supernatural being. was akaza a yokai? perhaps an ayakashi or mononoke? if he truly was the latter, then what had you done to conjure him?

you told nobody of him. he had warned you not to do so, and even without his wish to remain a secret, you never intended on making him known in the first place.

it was a story out of paper. unlike genji monogatari and the tale of princess kaguya, you had come to know a demon for years. and just as he was handsome on the outside, you found his heart mirror to his appearance.

“i find it hard to believe you are not betrothed yet.”

you looked at him, both brows raised in confusion.

“whatever do you mean?” you laughed.

“well, your father’s business has improved, has it not?” akaza picked a nearby flower, examining it.

you nodded slowly, “yes.”

he flicked the flower elsewhere, yellow and blue eyes glued to you. “have the noblemen lost their eyes, or are you lying to me?”

“i do not lie!” you laughed, all seriousness broken.

“ah, then there must be a plague that decomposes the eyes of noblemen,” he jested.

“well…” you looked at the ground, eyes fixed on the fresh green grass and colourful flowers lying strewn on the fields. “i am quite glad that i’ve not received a proposal yet.”

akaza blinked. “what?”

“i do not wish to rush into marriage,” you shrugged. “father’s hospital is quickly gaining recognition in edo, and soon i will have suitors.”

“is that such a horrible thing?” akaza tilted his head.

“i…” you paused. you trusted him, more than any other soul in the world. and with you almost of age, you had come to learn more about the world and the mind itself. a small thing tucked away in our heads, yet the power it held was astounding. you held your tongue.

“i cannot say,” you giggled.

akaza continued to stare at you, to which you avoided his scorching gaze by locking yours with the verdant foliage in front of you. the trees swayed gently in the breeze, the wisp of winter air bidding many of the woodland critters goodnight as they tucked themselves into their houses and slept for days.

“you lie,” he finally said.

you winced. “what makes you say that?”

“you aren’t looking me in the eyes,” he reached over, taking your chin in his hand as he tilted your head to his side, both your eyes locked with each other.

“and you normally always look at my eyes,” he continued.

you had no qualms of admitting your dishonesty.

“‘tis only because i find them beautiful,” you said lightly.

“is that so?” he smiled.

“were you unsightly, i would not bear to stand your presence,” you teased.

“you shallow girl,” he pinched your cheek playfully, and you flicked his forehead back.

“there is only you to blame for having such beautiful features,” you rolled your eyes.

“careful, y/n,” he grinned. “if i did not know better, i would think you are falling for me.”

“i apologise for what i am about to say, akaza-san, but my preference lies not in old men,” you stifled a laugh.

“oh?” he blinked. “and here i had prided myself in looking youthful,” he joked.

“mayhaps your eyes deceive yourself,” you sighed.

“‘tis alright. after all, my preference lies not in childlike girls,” he smirked.

“i-“ you widened your eyes, your hand on your chest. “i beg your pardon? i am anything but childlike!”

he hummed, “with that guileless attitude of yours, i would have a hard time believing otherwise.”

you puffed your cheeks. “you think too little of me, akaza-san. does the impression of me in my childhood days really taint your image of me?”

he drew in a surprised breath. “no! ‘twas a jest, y/n. i meant not what i said, for if i had, i would take no surprise in your unmarried state.”

“ah, your words wound me so,” you feigned hurt, drooping your shoulders and frowning. “is being unmarried all that undesirable?”

“the only thing undesirable for a woman this day and age would be to enter a loveless marriage,” akaza said, tucking a cherry blossom flower right behind your ear, his face close to yours. “and i would not want such a fate for you,” he said softly. your breath hitched, and you could feel your heart beat quicken its pace at the close proximity.

he seemed to take notice of your flustered state, as he withdrew from you ever so slightly, clearing his throat and plastering a familiar friendly grin on his face. “i’ve been meaning to ask you, y/n...” he started.

“do go on,” you bit the inside of your cheek, turning your head to the other side and fiddling with the flowers once again.

akaza’s thoughts were scattered inside his mind. he had one too many questions he wanted to ask. though he could declare with confidence that he knew you better than the back of his hand, he craved the answer to the burning question in his mind.

“never mind it,” he waved it off with a chuckle.

“no,” you looked at him with a teasing smirk. “do ask me, akaza-san.”

“do you really want to know?” he smiled mischievously, “what if it is one that a refined woman like you might be too esteemed to answer?”

you let out a laugh. “too esteemed? you’ve peaked my interest even more so. do ask me,” you smiled.

akaza picked a fallen cherry blossom. “is there any man in mind whom you wish to marry or court you?”

it was not the initial question he had wanted to ask.

“hmm...” you put a hand on your chin, appearing deep in thought. “nay.”

a game of liars; of course a young woman like you would have your heart stolen the moment you overheard other girls your age whispering about their dreams of marrying a handsome rich man who would treat them like nothing short of a princess.

but akaza need not know that.

“i’m quite surprised,” he chuckled breathily. “i had expected you to have many a man in mind.”

“ark, no!” you feigned disgust, “i have had no chance of deeply conversing with other men in such that it would stark a romantic interest; they are only after my dowry which has much increased after my father’s success,” you muttered.

“dowry?” akaza furrowed his brows. “if they are so wealthy, why the need for more money? what an alarming sense of greed those men possess.”

“all people want money in this world,” you chewed your bottom lip. “i am just fortunate a daimyo has not taken an interest to me. i cannot imagine entering the political world, much less becoming the servant of both a stranger and his parents,” you smiled wryly.

akaza frowned. what a truly depressing life to lead. as an upper moon demon, his days consisted of training, hunting food, and searching for the blue spider lily. on multiple occasions he would turn a human or two into demons with his lordship’s permission, but all of them had been men. he saw no need in turning weaklings into demons. although they would be stronger, he held both a prejudice of pity and contempt towards all other humans.

“how would you want to live?” he asked softly. you shrugged, fingers fumbling with the grass in internal frustration, not caring if dirt would cake your nails.

“what i want matters not,” you said pointedly, “if i were born a man i would have had a far wider range of opportunities in wait for me. but i am in the middle of society, and have only my outward appearance and limited education to lead me into a prosperous life. but what i truly want is...”

you swallowed thickly. no. every action would lead to a consequence. you could not risk doing anything rash without calculating all possible outcomes and benefits.

“i...i just want to be happy,” you cracked a smile. it wasn’t a complete lie, it only lacked the core reason you wanted for your wish to come true.

akaza knew you too well. “what would make you happy?” he asked.

you opened your mouth to speak, but the sound of incoming footsteps startled you, and in the blink of an eye, akaza had leapt into the trees.

“mama!” you gasped, quickly standing up and hurrying over to the incoming silhouette.

“my dear girl,” she heaved, placing her hands on her hips in a manner which you knew was the preparation for a scolding. “how many times must i remind you not to go thither into the woods at night? if your father suspects you to be off unchaperoned with a man, of all people, it will be the end of your freedom!” she glared at you.

“i did no such thing,” you pleaded. “mama, you know how i love nature’s gifts. the gods created us for a reason, and nothing the earth provides is for naught.”

“oh, you and your nonsensical ramblings,” she grumbled, “come now, it is time for dinner.”

“yes, mama,” you sighed.

as you gazed upon the luminous skies above, the moon full and bright that night, you wondered if there would come a time for you to break free of the confines of life.

三

1630. the year in which you had finally reached the ripe age of marriage. of course, there were married girls who were younger than you, but you were not the daughter of a shogun nor were you of important status in society, so compared to the wealthier, you weren’t expected to be wed off as quickly as they were. you had more time to relish in your freedom and life which you desperately clung onto.

but what you feared was what akaza had said a year prior, the fate of a loveless marriage. most marriages were calculated and controlled by the head of the two united families, namely the fathers of the bride and groom. marriage was seen more as an alliance and less of a romantic unity. whether or not both parties loved each other was of no concern, what each family strived for was a benefit from it, namely a higher social status, better financial security, or simply to appease all family members.

and from the tales of the city girls who dwelled in countless gossips and rumours of all kinds, you had come to learn that the promise of a loving and joyous future was nothing more than a tale written on paper for entertainment and a tool of fantasy for young women. you had heard enough accounts of women who entered a nightmarish marriage, wherein the husband would beat or abuse her, cheat on her, or only seek to acclaim her family’s money and social standing. not to mention, husbands were taught to put their parents and children as a priority, the wife nothing more than a breeding tool.

you wanted nothing of it. the older you grew, the more fear gripped your heart. always the clever child, you learned and studied your environment with full attention. you knew your future looked bleak if you were to sit and let the world kick you to the ground.

and during an especially uncomfortable dinner, you wanted nothing more than to flee into the night, questions of what you had done wrong in your past life fluttering in your mind.

“the daimyo is rumoured to be ill,” your father said, helping himself to another serving of rice. you put on a face of concern, gasping delicately as you placed a hand on your chest.

“my, that is ever so unfortunate,” you forced a voice of worry, “will you be treating him, papa?”

“i quite hope so,” he smiled. “it would do good for our hospital, and perhaps his son might even take a liking to you,” he looked at you.

“i’m afraid i would do no good as a politician’s wife,” you said carefully. anger your father and it would not end well for you.

“do not underestimate yourself so!” he laughed, “i heard his previous wife was a disgrace of a woman! surely, you can surpass her and be known in all of edo as one of the next daimyo’s fruitful wife!”

you did not want to finish your meal anymore. the daimyo’s son’s previous wife had taken her own life over her husband’s brutal mistreatment. unable to provide him a male heir, the poor woman was beat and assaulted relentlessly by the monster in a man’s skin, and although the daimyo himself had taken matters into his own hands to overshadow the matter, the ugly truth had always tainted the air of every conversation relating to his family.

“nonsense!” your mother exclaimed. “y/n would do much better as a normal nobleman’s wife! an elegant woman she shall be, clothed in the finest silk and having children as her only worry! she needn’t be burdened with the matters of men.”

“and what good would that do for her?” your father barked. “no good nobleman would wed her once she opens her mouth. dare i say, only a demon would want her as his bride!”

you visibly flinched, and you willed your hands not to tremble.

those pesky little brothers of yours took notice.

“y/n nee-san is going to marry a demon!” they shouted in unison.

“oh, shut it, you two!” you glared, “i am not marrying anyone!”

“y/n!” your father shouted. “you best be on your most courteous behaviour now that you are at an appropriate age to marry. tarnish the family name and i shall have you ostracised!”

you gave your father a cold stare, knowing fighting back would do no good. always stay silent and comply, and you would survive. “yes, papa. i will do all that i can to make you proud,” you forced a sweet smile.

it was not often that you met akaza after dinnertime. rather, it was more of a rare occurrence. you would usually spend the few hours after sundown together with him in the nearby fields where no other soul would intrude. with more financial stability and no more need to scavenge or steal food, you had less time to wander around freely, lest you wanted your father to lock you indoors in fear of you rendezvousing with a man while unmarried. so with every tick of a clock which you spent with akaza, you cherished it. you took to mentally recording conversations with him, even when it concerned the most mundane of topics. the man you assumed was not actually a human man was your only solace in the truly ugly world which you lived in. you were well aware that your parents would call you a naive little girl for having trusted him so easily after your first encounter as a child, but to you, he was a gift sent directly from the gods above. if you could have nothing in life, you had the gift of joy through him.

“why the tears?” he whispered, reaching out to wipe your eyes that held sadness in them.

“you are mistaken,” you sniffled, burying your face in the sleeve of your kimono to quickly rid the tears.

akaza tugged on the fabric, exposing the clear droplets which were left as darkened spots on your sleeve. “why do you weep, y/n? what has upset you so?” he asked.

“‘tis alright,” you sighed in defeat. “i have come to accept that the worst fate of all may be in store for me.”

“what?” he shook his head. “surely, you cannot mean that you are betrothed already?” he could not stop the worry seeping through his words. it comforted you. to know that someone deeply cared about you.

“nay, i am not,” you whispered. “however, father intents on selling me off as if i am cattle. i do not know who it will be, but he has his best interests set on the daimyo’s son,” your voice cracked just slightly, and another sob threatened to rack through your body.

“i cannot marry him, akaza-san. i musn’t,” your voice quivered. “i fear that if i do, he will drive me to madness.”

you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, and you leaned into the warmth, your hands gently grasping his pink haori as he stroked your back, your shaking body slowly easing into his embrace.

“do not cry, y/n,” he cooed, and you held him tighter, his heartbeat on your cheek. warm. he was so warm.

“everything will turn out in your favour,” he said.

“and how would you know?” you whimpered against him, wishing with all your might that he was right, that everything you ever wanted would come to fruition.

“have faith, y/n,” he said, “but worry not about the future at this present time; tonight i shall cater to you and make you joyous,” he wiped your tears, and you gently grasped his arm, the innermost longing and desire burning within you.

“if only it be true there was a sir like you whom i could marry,” you swallowed thickly.

akaza’s eyes widened for a moment, but he quickly composed himself. “are you saying you would like to marry me?” he gave a teasing smile, his heart fluttering when you averted your shocked eyes.

“nay! i meant not those implications!” you held yourself back from speaking too loudly even in a panicked state. your family was asleep in the rooms just beside you, the only means of separation being the thin shoji doors which could easily be parted. if they were to see akaza with you in your bedroom, only the worst would come.

“and what implications were you thinking of?” he smirked.

“nothing of the such, you filthy man!” you whispered loudly, face burning with embarrassment.

“i did not mean to baffle you,” he chuckled softly, patting your head affectionately.

“you forsooth did,” you huffed, pulling away and crossing your arms over your chest childishly.

“and for that, i apologise,” he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss on the back of your hand. your fingers trembled for a split second, and you dared not look him in the eye. such intimate acts were reserved only for married couples and those betrothed.

“if it be true you offer your most humble apologies, then i challenge you to win over my forgiveness,” you gave him a playful smile, and akaza smirked.

“might i take you to the lake, mayhaps?” he asked, and you gasped softly.

“you wouldn’t,” you whispered.

“is that a dare?” he tilted his head. “i could teach you to swim.”

you giggled softly, playfully hitting his arm lightly. “you jest.”

“do you take me for a cruel man?” he chuckled, “i promise nothing of intimacy whilst in the lake.”

“then lead me to the lake, and see to it that my remedies be washed along with the stream,” you smiled, and when he took you in his arms and leapt out your window, you said no protest as he carried you to the body of water, beautiful flowers afloat on its gushing waters as the waning moon overhead illuminated the scenery.

“‘tis quite quaint,” you said, fingers tracing the bark of a nearby tree. the woods were quiet, the air still.

“remove your shift,” akaza said, his haori and trousers discarded on the ground, only his fundoshi left on his person. if not for the light of the moon, you would have felt no shame in removing your chemise.

for years you had seen his bare chest, strong muscles chiselling his torso and shaping him as a fighter, his arms strong and warm whenever he touched you. yet at the moment, you could not stop the blood rushing to your face, a strange sensation tingling between your thighs.

wordlessly, you removed your yogi, wearing only a thin layer of your white haneri that still modestly covered most of your skin.

“that looks quite heavy,” he remarked, and you looked down.

“i suppose so,” you hummed, “but if i were to sink, you would save me, wouldn’t you?”

“aye,” he chuckled. “shall we enter the lake?”

“you may go first,” you giggled. “i fear the waters are crisp.”

“do not tell me you are weak against cold waters?” he mused.

“mayhaps you, akaza-san, are the weak one for not going in first?” you snickered. “what good sir needs a lady to help him enter a lake?”

“ah, you tease me so,” he sighed in defeat. “but if i must enter first and find the waters welcoming, see to it that you enter entirely nude,” he smirked.

“you improper man!” you laughed, flinging a small, broken branch in his direction.

“ah, but you are the improper lady for once again conjuring such shameful thoughts,” he chuckled.

“i was not!” you gasped. “if anything, you were the one who stated that nothing intimate would happen! i quite think being unclothed in front of a man would be considered intimate, would it not?”

“ah, i suppose you’re quite right,” he frowned playfully. “well, why don’t we leap into the waters at the same time?”

“touch me and i shall stick a talisman to your head,” you teased, standing next to him just before the alluring waters of the lake.

“i await your threat,” he smiled, and pushed you into the lake. you had no time to scream, the freezing waters swallowing you whole as you thrashed underneath the surface, eyes stinging as your haneri only served as an anchor to pull you deeper, and when you felt a pull at your arm and oxygen finally filling your lungs once again, you choked out the water that had gathered in your lungs.

“you vile beast!” you rasped, coughing as akaza gently patted your back, worry quickly replacing his previous smug smirk.

“y/n, i am sorry,” he said. “i did not know you would be awfully unprepared for this.”

you glared lightly at him. “might i remind you, akaza-san, i have never been plunged into a lake as deep as this.”

“you are right,” he sat you up, “and i apologise for what i did.”

you looked at him sullenly, part of you wanting to chastise him. you were shaking from the cold, your hair now drenched and fingertips close to rivalling ice.

akaza looked at you, inhaling sharply as your white haneri now clung to your skin as a result of being soaked, the fabric sticking to your skin and leaving little for the imagination. the buds of your nipples were hardened from the cold, and your shaking thighs were exposed. he willed himself to turn away from the display, shifting his sitting position so that you would not notice the growing arousal just beneath his thin fundoshi. he had to remove your wet clothing, while at the same time remain respectful and proper. it was the first time he had ever seen you in a mature light, and as his heart raced against his chest he forced himself to remember your first meeting. a child. yes, you were nothing more than a child to him. he should not be thinking of you in such an immoral way, even if your breasts were tempting him into such feelings.

but when you pressed your thighs together, even if it be from the cold, akaza only saw you as the young woman you were. no, you had grown far past the age where he had to dote on you and protect your innocence. you were fit for the night of a marriage bed, and he could only clench his fist in irritation at the sight of you biting your lower lip. of course it, too, was from the cold, but the plump muscle enticed him into brushing his thumb across your cold cheekbone, and over the seam of your mouth.

the unexpected act caused you to jolt, the coldness of the air and your skin in contrast to the warmth of his flesh. a treacherous warmth ignited inside you once again, the pool of sin hot and wicked in your belly. what was this feeling? was it lust? but it was an unlawful sin!

“you are cold,” akaza said softly, breaking the mesmerising spell. you blinked a few times, the exploration of lust stopping in a neurotic burst. shame plagued you, and you cast your eyes downwards, the metaphorical hellfire that nipped at your flesh having dissipated as quick as the drops of rain that the gods blessed the dirt with.

“aye, i am quite cold,” you winced upon hearing your broken voice, no louder than a whisper.

“let me warm you. cloak yourself in your yogi, and i shall start a fire. before your parents notice something amiss, i shall carry you homeward,” he tore his eyes and touch away from you in search of firewood.

you exhaled shakily, cold hands fumbling with your haneri as you peeled yourself away from the damp cloth, the cold air making direct contact with your fully nude body. you flinched as you peered down, the spot between your thighs wet with anticipation. breath hitching, you quickly dressed yourself in your yogi before akaza returned. you had awoken many times throughout the night to find that sinful spot wet, and your mother had told you it was normal. despite knowing it was part of nature’s play in your human body, you felt that it was somehow different. it was sinful, as well as shameful. it was a feeling reserved only for a man and his wife, yet you could not stop your eyes from glancing once every while at akaza’s lower half. hidden only behind a flimsy piece of cloth, you wondered what his secret parts looked like. the bulge in question looked to be quite large, and you hadn’t noticed your heavy breathing that left your chest in heaves as fire engulfed the wood, and you only closed your eyes when akaza sat beside you.

“i am never swimming with you after this,” you smiled softly.

“i expected as much,” he returned your smile, and you rested your head on his shoulder, pulling your yogi tighter around your cold self.

“i had a hunch we would not end up swimming, but not in this way,” you closed your eyes, the warmth of the fire lulling you into a deeper sense of peace, combined with akaza’s comforting warmth that encompassed you as he wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you closer to him.

“i shall teach you, one day,” he said.

“and at which hour will that be?” you hummed.

“one day,” he chuckled softly, and you laid your head on his lap, yogi wrapped tightly around you as he benignly caressed your features, before resting his hand on your clothed shoulder and began a slow slide ascending to the nape of your neck. you let out a shuddering breath, gooseflesh prickling your skin as you felt your nipples harden once again underneath the warmth of your yogi.

his hand stiffened against you, and you cracked open your eyes, looking at him questioningly. he smiled gently at you, giving your shoulder a tight squeeze. “‘tis late, y/n,” he said. “i shall take you home. remember at each moment that you may talk to me about anything, and that i shall do my best to protect you.”

“you are too kind,” you mumbled, eyes closing once again. “no king or queen deserves what you do.”

a light blush formed on his cheeks, thankful that you hadn’t turned to him to witness it. “anything for you.”

it was just like the first night he had met you. all those years ago, you were no older than the age of thirteen. a peasant striving for a better life in edo, making do with whatever you and your family had. stealing crops and leftover fabric, you were no better than the shunned beggars who sat to rot on the streets.

only now, you were much different compared to the little girl he spotted in the graveyard. to him, you were now a young woman with unrivalled beauty, and an inner mind like no other. to him, you were not weak anymore, not that you ever were in the first place, now that he had thought about it. no, it did not matter if you could not lift a sword on your own, or if you could not swing a kick powerful enough to strike injury. your form of strength was like no other, and it intrigued him so. with all the mishaps in your little life, you were still alive, the light in your eyes unsnuffed and youthful desire unfurling in your veins like mulled wine.

though he had watched you blossom into the very person you were, akaza felt a slight unease cloud his mind. he was no stranger to lust, no, he had felt the same burning desire for the oiran and beautiful women who walked under the moonlight. it was only natural for such needs to demand to be complied to, and he was not a man who shied away from such acts in mortification that they be deemed as taboo. what was part of a natural bodily function was nothing to be ashamed of. and he knew that, yet cursed himself for his eyes which lingered far too long on your breasts, the unsaid arousal inside of him almost dizzying as he restrained himself from touching more of your skin and searching for the most private, most shameful, part of your womanhood. would your knees buckle under his touch? would your body tense? would you buck against his fingers as he would make you squirm, his hot breath against your ear whilst he whispered words filled with sin?

akaza closed his eyes in irritation, veins prodding and visible on his visage. he radiated a mix of bloodlust and lust itself. he had just returned you home to where he knew you would be safe. from him? no, he dared not lay a finger on your delicate being. you were not fragile, he knew. but you were not stone, either. it was the first time in his years that he had ever conjured such a thought about you, of his body pressed against yours and the clenching muscles of your thighs desperate and wet for his manhood.

he opened his marked eyes, eager to pound away the mortal lust that clawed on his heart.

四

not a week later, and your father’s predictions had served to be true. the daimyo had fallen ill, and your father had been called to his estate in need for a quick treatment. along with your father, he took his five most trusted fellow doctors, as well as you. a doctor you certainly were not, but the man had opted to bring you for the purpose of the daimyo’s son laying his eyes on you. in short, you were brought along in hopes for a matchmaking under the strangest of circumstances.

you did not enter the daimyo’s room as your father and other doctors treated and checked on his well being. instead, you had been told to wait outside by the door, and you suspected it was because your father had turned you into potential eye candy for the daimyo’s son in case he were to visit his father’s quarters.

you sat still, fingers toying with a loose string of the sleeve of your kimono in boredom. it was the afternoon, and you hoped to arrive home in due time to meet akaza.

you sighed. lust was a sin, as was wrath and pride. akaza should have never even laid his eyes on your wet form, beholding you in a way no man had seen before, in a way that was reserved for only couples joined together in the union of marriage. and yet, there was something oddly exciting about the way you felt his gaze on your nearly-exposed breasts, the scent of freedom and sin both spicy and adventurous.

so this was the thrall of lust.

in your heart you feared that no man would want you no more if you were to explore such sins with akaza, but then again, you did not want to lay with any man other than him. if he should be willing to take the last of your chastity and virtues, you would allow him to do so. you felt the familiar sensation of white substance forming in between your legs, threatening to spill through your kimono as you attempted to stop your thoughts. why were you feeling such things? and why was it directed towards akaza?

“good eve, my lady.”

you sucked in a startled breath, whipping your head to the source of the voice. the daimyo’s son. you gave him a trained smile, cursing your father’s miraculous intuition.

“good eve, my lord,” you sat up straighter, hoping he did not notice the faraway look in your eyes as you previously pondered on fornication. “to what do i owe the pleasure of conversing with you?”

“can a sir not approach a lady whom he finds beautiful in his eyes?” the daimyo’s son chuckled. “stand,” said he.

you did as he bade, wincing as the muscles in your legs struggled after disuse for a period of time. when you stood tall before him, you noticed him better under the fading light of the sun. he was tall, taller than akaza. his features were roughened and the pair of eyes that stared at you made itself known that it could only belong to a killer of man.

“i had never bethought of courting a doctor’s daughter ere seeing you,” he took a step towards you, and you planted your feet on the ground, knowing not to step away from him nor speak unless spoken to.

“tell me, what is your name?” he asked.

“‘tis l/n y/n,” you replied.

“and has’t you ever been ever been courted?”

“nay, my lord,” you clasped your hands together, praying internally to whatever gods and ancestors would listen to your pleas. you did not want to marry him, lest be courted by the monster! your family was sure to be showered in fortune and fame, but you knew it would not end well for you. you cared not if it were selfish, you refused to put your parents’ joy before yours.

the daimyo’s son hummed, “i find you quite interesting.”

“i thank you,” you gave a small smile. your bravery was thinning, and you feared for the worst. the daimyo’s son had never been one to properly court his women; he chose whichever ones he found most beautiful for the purpose of bedding her.

“say, might you tell your father to speak with me once that gent is done treating mine? i have a proposition to ask of him,” he wrapped his hand lightly around your neck, fingers pressing against the nape of your neck. you bit your lower lip so as not to visibly grimace. his touch was not tender like akaza’s, instead it held a deeper darkness to it.

“i shall inform my father, my lord,” you held yourself from trembling, and his hand descended into the opening of your kimono, toying the opening as he smirked at you, fingers tracing your collarbone. you felt your mind scream at the danger, for the fear that he would tread southward to your chest.

he stopped, and eyed your neutral expression. pulling away, he let out a dark chuckle, “what an obedient girl.” and with that, he took his leave.

once left alone once again, you pressed your hand against the wooden pillar of the shoji, breath trembling as you clutched your kimono tightly, unease shrouding you in a mist of fear as you calmed your nerves. you had to stand strong. if the gods were on your side, you would find a way to escape the potential courting. you would not marry a monster of a man such as he. but you were smart, and you would not admit to your fears in an outright manner. in a man’s world, all you had to do was obey under the sun and cheat the laws from unseeing eyes.

come nightfall, you informed your father of the order from the daimyo’s son, and when you arrived home, your father was joyous to inform the rest of your family of your newest and most esteemed suitor. your mother boasted of you inheriting your beauty from her, and your father set off into the town to spread the news of his daughter’s politician suitor while he drank himself away into the night. your brothers could not care less; children were simple in that way.

“perchance you very much are good for something,” your mother said as you helped her clean up after the night’s meal. you frowned, knowing the praise you had received from both your parents would only be for a fleeting moment. you would do anything to break off the future engagement, and although it would leave them cross with you, their future disappointment with you would not sting as much as their materialistic compliments towards you for the time being.

“‘tis the blessings from the gods which i hadst come to reap,” you said simply, eyes glancing at the shoji doors. it was far too late for you to be outside on your own, and your parents would most likely take even more precautions with you. after all, they couldn’t afford to have anything happen to their prized cattle.

but if you played your cards right, you could still meet akaza before the wee hours of the night. though your family hadn’t noticed anything amiss regarding your previous nightly adventures, it was better not to feel too comfortable in taking risks.

you turned to your mother with a smile on your face, “mama, may i mayhaps visit the temple? the gods may smile upon more so if i give them our highest prayers of thanks.”

she raised a brow, “at this hour?”

“aye,” you answered, voice unwavering. “but there is never an hour too late to pray, is there not?”

she sighed, “my dear girl, i am not motley-minded. if it be true you must meet with the daimyo’s son, then wend. though i must tell you to come thither home ere the hour of rest.”

you breathed a sigh of relief, joy shining in your eyes as you clasped your mother’s hands in yours. “the gods ‘ild you, mama,” you smiled, and quickly left home.

you supposed it was better that your mother assumed you were out to meet the daimyo’s son. as you trudged through the snow-kissed grounds of the woods, you hoped to spot akaza. unpredictable in his own way, there was never a time in your life after you met him that ever led you to knowing what hour he would come to meet with you after dinnertime. you just knew it in your soul whenever he was around your prefecture. some people would call it intuition, but you saw it as a celestial bond by the gods themselves tied ‘round you and him. you saw no faults in being a secretly hopeless romantic. after all, he was the only one who wanted nothing of worldly value from you. to him, enjoying your presence was enough. and whether he was human or not, your heart belonged to him.

“akaza-san!” you called his name out once deep into the woods. your chest heaved from the mild exercise, and you wiped away a droplet of sweat that had formed on your brow. the life of a middle-class young woman never required you to run even the distance of a stone’s throw away.

for a moment, the world was still. the ground was covered in a shimmering, soft white, hushing and muffling all noise. though there was no noise to be heard, you could still feel the very faint presence of him.

“pray tell, did you miss me so terribly that you would seek me in this cold?”

you drew in a gasp, stumbling backwards from the shock as strong arms wrapped around you, a familiar chuckle vibrating against your back.

“akaza-san!” you hurriedly stood up straight, turning around to face him. “i didst not hear you approach!”

“there would beest no excitement to be had if you had noticed me,” he smiled, eyeing you from top to bottom.

you sighed, “you afeared me.”

“well, i am hither, am i not?” he flicked a speck of snow from your shoulder. “now, delight me in what has happened that you have tread into the woods in search of me.”

you furrowed your brows, lips pursed in a straight line. “the daimyo’s son has asked to court me.”

akaza’s eyes widened, teeth gritting in appallment.

“what?” he growled, and you looked at him incredulously.

“a-akaza-san,” you stammered, “‘tis alright, i shall have this conundrum resolved-”

“wast he not the man who abused his previous wives?” he clicked his tongue, disgust evident on his expression.

“aye,” you replied softly. “however-”

“y/n,” he grasped your hands, his grip tight on your smaller pair. “by my troth, i shall not allow you to marry such a man,” he held you tighter, and you stared wide-eyed at him.

“and marry him i wilt not,” you assured him gently, giving him a small smile. his pique softened, and he sighed, letting go of your hands. your fingers twitched in the empty air, missing his touch.

“whatever befalls, i shall protect you,” he said. “no mortal man deserves a lady as fine as you.”

such words had never tugged at your heartstrings. born for the sole purpose of elevating your family’s status and fortune, your parents had hoped for a firstborn son to lead the family and bring honour. as a daughter, they provided the most sparse of education you could receive, they had placed heavy scrutiny on your beauty and speaking skills in hopes you could one day marry a man of wealthy status.

it was such irony that an unearthly creature cared for you more than your family did. but you wrapped your arms around akaza, pulling him close and inhaling his scent of musk and flora. he reciprocated the embrace, bringing a hand to card through your hair, savouring how soft it was against his skin.

“you have been so good to me,” you murmured, tears of gratitude pricking your eyes. “why?”

he cupped your cheek, ethereal eyes meeting yours. he felt his tongue heavy in his mouth, hesitant to speak, to release the words he had been wanting to say for so long. had he felt this feeling much longer than he believed himself to? the heart knew better than the brain did, yet he could not bring himself to honesty.

“like a brother protect his kin, i do not wish to see you in downhearted,” he gave a stiff smile, and you stiffened in his hold. he noticed, but said not a word. lying to you left a distasteful feeling of wrong, but he knew it was not the right time to reveal his true feelings just yet.

“i see,” you chuckled wryly, no longer leaning into his touch as you slowly but surely inched away as though his skin scorched you.

guilt had started to eat away at him, and akaza tightened his hold around you. should you run into the arms of another man for comfort, he would be damned. “y/n,” he said, looking at you, who had turned yourself away from his eyes.

“y/n, speak to me,” he said.

you swallowed thickly, lungs burning as though frost had touched upon it, and a different type of dismay graced your tears. overturned by confusion and hurt, you took deep breaths to stabilise yourself and prevent your tears from flowing and betraying the feelings you had fought so long to hide.

“y/n,” he again said.

you could bear it no more.

“do you perchance view me as the same feeble child i was all those moons ago?” you hissed, a single tear escaping you. you made no effort in wiping it.

akaza stood, stunned. he had never been one to be read like an open book, and yet you had pried into the very thought that he had used as a shield to deflect his emotions. so many times he had told himself you were twice younger than him, that it was wrong for him to rob you of a normal life that you were born to lead. perhaps if you were born to a better family, you would have been happily married, never meeting him. perhaps if he had kept to his normal doings and had not returned to you as a friend for the following years, you would not have had eyes only for him, and would, by a slim margin, find love and comfort from the appropriate human men in edo.

there was no use in denying. the clever fox you were, he should have known he could never keep his heart anchored in the deep trenches of his being forever. “no,” he said. “i do not.”

your hands crumpled against the fabric of his haori, eyes still unmeeting his. “why?” you whispered. “i have grown. i have matured. i do not ask of you to…to lay with me, i only ask that you see me for who i am now,” you trembled slightly, trying your best to keep your falling tears at bay. “even the daimyo’s son is almost as old as my father. i know not of your age, or what you are, but i know with my heart that…”

foolish girl. what were you doing? were you so distraught that you had laid bare your feelings for the man you had pined for so long? more hot tears formed in your eyes, and your breathing rasped against the harsh draft of the season.

“never mind what i hath said,” you released his haori, taking a step backwards, and another. his hold around you laxed with no attempt to stop you, and as you turned your back and ran through the woods once more, sandals crunching the snow beneath, you cried out into the night, for what a witless child you were.

akaza was by no means an unintelligent demon. while it was true he was not as talented as his lordship in reading humans as though they were simple bamboo-bound books on a measly shelf, he had learned through time to tell the true emotions and thoughts of humans he had come to encounter, and sometimes, fight and kill.

your earlier display needed no words to further describe it. as he pummelled yet again another slayer into the ground, blood and brain matter staining his skin, he landed yet another bellowing strike against the last of the slayers who had come to take his head. how could he have lost hold on his emotions and let you go without anything else said from him? only the weak were overpowered by their emotions. he was not weak. he was strong, but he would be stronger. to protect you. perhaps you really didn’t deserve him if he was weak.

akaza prepared himself yet again for another fight. bloodlust surged through his veins, and as he looked to the east to see the first specks of sunlight dot the skies and horizon, he knew he had to end and take back what he strived for with no time to spare.

setting foot in the still-sleeping city of edo, he came to a winsome structure, its wood well-polished and entrances guarded, along with a dignifying crest on its roof to signify its owner’s insignia and power. to show strength.

akaza entered the house unnoticed. north was where the rooms were most notable, as it was never prey to the sun’s glares. sliding a beautifully painted shoji door open that portrayed koi fish in a pond, he scoffed to himself upon seeing a man carelessly asleep on his futon. he was not old enough to be plagued with sickness as you had said the daimyo himself to be, but the expensive furniture and the room itself being far away from any likely intrusions told akaza that he had found the bastardised room of the daimyo’s son.

he kicked the sleeping man harshly, sending him crying out in pain and shock from the rude wake, tumbling across the floors as he groaned, clutching his stomach.

“who is there?” the daimyo’s son barked, and akaza stomped on his hand, bone crunching beneath his foot as the man howled in pain.

“cease your wailing,” akaza said venomously, swinging another kick at the man’s knee until it bent backwards, his foot almost touching the crown of his head. he cried louder, eyes looking up in fear at the demon before him as akaza sneered at his fear.

“scum,” akaza grabbed him by the top of his yogi, veins of fury protruding in his muscles.

“what are you?” the man cried, flinching under akaza’s unforgiving glare.

“what i am matters not,” akaza threw him on the ground, revelling in the sounds of torment that the daimyo’s son screeched. “you are weak,” he continued, “and if not for my love towards another, i would have enjoyed dirtying my fists and painting this room red with your innards. however, that would bring shame unto the object of my affections, so consider yourself blessed with luck,” he kneeled next to the daimyo’s son, flashing him a wicked smile before he dug his fingers into the socket of his right eye, blue-tipped digits carving out the squelch of his eyeball as he screamed in agony once again. akaza smirked, pulling out his eyeball out of its socket, playfully tugging on the sinewy tendrils of the optic nerves as his victim vomited out bile.

“you dirtied the floor,” akaza chuckled, twirling the fleshy muscle in his hand. severing the connection between the eyeball and its socket completely, he held it up to the remaining functioning eye that belonged to the terrified mess of a man.

“an eye for an eye,” he smiled. “do not speak to l/n y/n for the remainder of your days, and i shall spare your life. tell a soul about me, or her, and i shall slaughter your entire family as well as you. do you understand?” he dragged the last question out in syllables, mocking the daimyo’s son as the man continued to cry, paralysed from the shock and fear.

“answer me, you distemperate daw,” akaza plunged his fingers into the man’s empty socket, wriggling his tips against the bony arch and clawing blood from what seemed to be the contains of his skull, and when blood dribbled down from the man’s eye to his sinus, exiting in globbery riverettes, akaza laughed once again as the man clawed against the floor, body twisting in pain.

“i understand! i beg of you, spare me!” he cried, and akaza pulled his vitiated fingers out, repulsed by the man’s blood and brain matter caking the underside of his nails. no matter, he would wash off in a nearby stream soon.

“good,” akaza stood, crushing the eyeball in the palm of his hand, a sickening sound emitting from it. “fare you well, weakling,” he chuckled darkly, and took his leave by the window, bloodlust gone and replaced with the feeling of exhilaration as he thought of you.

that night for certain, he would have you as his.

五

word was abuzz within edo about the horrifically gruesome mutilation done to the daimyo’s son in the midst of the night. the moment you awoke, your father and mother had told you not to leave the house, for the streets were full of gossip that you had accursed the daimyo’s son in order to flee the arrangement just hours after being officially courted. when your family had told you of the news in the early morn, you were mortified to hear what had been done to the daimyo’s son, even though a small part of you was thankful that you were now free of the confines of the courtship.

thankfully, your family did not accuse you of any acts of witchcraft or blasphemy, and your mother had only asked you in private on what had happened the previous night when you had ‘met’ with the daimyo’s son. you had told her that it was nothing more than a private visit in light of the affair, and that although the two of you weren’t chaperoned, nothing of impropriety had taken place. it was a devastating loss for your family to take the blunt of accusations regarding being connected to supernaturals or demons, and it only fuelled the sickening thought in your mind that you knew was true.

akaza had mutilated the daimyo’s son.

“have you heard the rumour? the daimyo’s son was found bloodied in his sleeping chambers! his stomach wast bruised, his leg bended at an odd angle, and i hear his eye wast plucked crisp off its socket!”

“fie! what dreadful sorrow! methinks it must be the work of the doctor’s daughter! do you bethink the lady hath called a demon upon that gent?”

“alack! if it be true you wenches has’t come to bubble gossip of the air, then out with you!” your mother scolded. you sighed as you watched her chase the city girls away from the gates of your home. your mother may have raised you to sell you off, but she was still much more loving than your father, who closed the hospital for the day and drank himself away in his room, being the pathetic man he always was. you had no doubt in your mind it was certainly akaza who was the culprit. even without the mockery of demons being spoken by the townspeople, nobody else would harm or threaten the daimyo’s son in your stead other than him.

you frowned to yourself as you laid on your unmade bed once again. the memories of the night before would not simply wash away like the droplets of the sea, where one could never touch the same part of the ocean they previously did. as if to add salt onto the wound for further insult, he had let you go right after the spur of your thoughts said aloud, and had made it quite clear he did not return your feelings. and akaza always spoke his mind.

so then why had he brought the daimyo’s son to the brink of death and insanity?

you could only wonder. was it his bizarre way of apologising? was it just for sport that his kind deemed as entertainment? was it a last act of ‘protecting’ you before taking his permanent leave, never to see you again?

you winced at the last thought, curling into your futon as you closed your eyes tightly. no, it couldn’t be true. he wouldn’t leave, would he? even if your love for him was unrequited, he had known you long enough to not break your heart in the most devastating of ways. even if he wasn’t human, he had human minds and thoughts.

you opened your eyes, biting your lower lip as a hopeful thought ingrained itself into you. what if…he would return by nightfall? you smiled sheepishly at the thought. perhaps you were to blame, too, for startling him with your display of emotions. though he could have handled it better, you chose not to place any blame on him. if he had told you he was in love with you, you were sure your soul itself would have ascended to the gods.

you blushed furiously, burying your face into your pillow as you stifled a scream. why were you dearly hoping for a love to blossom between you and him? your life and social standing was in tatters, yet you only saw it as a mild inconvenience. what mattered most to you was your relationship with akaza, even if he would not return your feelings. he was all you had in the world. you prayed the gods would not take him away from you or you from him, and smiled softly to yourself as you hoped for the better.

the shoji doors to your room parted, and you turned your head in the direction.

“y/n nee-san,” your younger twin brothers said in unison, “is it true a demon killed your betrothed?”

you sat up quickly, looking at them in disbelief. “gods a’ mercy! do you forsooth believe such childish rumours?”

“papa said you would bring ruin unto the family!” one of your brothers whined, “tell us, in good sooth, that what he sayeth is untrue!”

“‘tis untrue!” you scowled, “i vouchsafe that no demon did lay a finger on any hair of the daimyo’s son!”

“but are you truly marrying a demon?” your other brother frowned, “last time papa hath said that only a demon would want to marry you.”

you sighed. “the lot of you are tiresome. such beings do not exist. if it be true i were to marry such a creature, then i wouldst disappear ere dawn,” you laid onto the bed once more, “now off with you!”

“b-but, papa told us that you wouldst be taking care of us for the present day!” they pouted.

“come again?” you glanced over at them, “my hearing must be impaired.”

“papa and mama are going to the temple! they told us that you wouldst cook dinner and take care of us!” they looked at you expectantly, and you bit back a frown. your brothers weren’t particularly horrid, just young and irked you often. if your parents were ticked off with you for the time being, the least you could do was have your siblings in your favour.

“bid me at which hour you are filled with pangs of hunger, and i shall prepareth food,” you forced a smile, and their eyes lit up.

“we shall!” they giggled, finally closing the shoji doors.

once alone with your thoughts once again, you felt your home life and situation in edo plummet leagues under the sea. your parents were most likely visiting the temple with the assumption you were under a dark magic or heavy sin, or perhaps being punished by the gods themselves, and had come to appeal for your sins. was falling in love with a demon such a sin?

you no longer wanted to stay and live the life you were made to fulfil. your purpose lay not in becoming a breeding mare for some wealthy man. you were not meant to stay in the city of edo forever, nor were you meant to tread the same grounds others did. you were not special in any way, but the gods had gifted you something not many could have. and perhaps, just maybe, if the opportunity was handed to you on a silver platter…you would reject your humanity.

abiding by your brothers’ wishes for food, you dished out a simple meal, one that was your favourite. ignoring their complaints for a more extravagant feast just like your mother always made, you thanked the gods for the food, and ate up.

hours had ticked by, and when there was neither sign of your parents nor akaza, you began to fear the worst. that you would be either ostracised, sold to a brothel, or left by…him. you had gone through the excruciating task of convincing your brothers to sleep in the guest room, claiming it to be more adventurous than the sleeping chambers they knew well, all in hopes of meeting akaza. but the whey-faced full moon that shone overhead indicated that it was late, and your hope was slowly diminishing.

“y/n.”

your breath hitched, body stiffening as your eyes widened. you hadn’t turned around, but you knew exactly who it was behind the screen of your shoji.

“akaza-san,” you said.

you heard the shoji slide open, and footsteps entering your room, old floorboards creaking under his weight. the doors slid closed, and you looked down at your hands, trying to distract yourself from nervousness. you weren’t sure whether or not akaza was aware of the implications behind his actions, but when you heard him sit behind you, you clenched your yogi.

“you needeth not refer to me with such formality,” he said softly, “we has’t known each other for long, has’t we not?”

you swallowed thickly, “aye, ever since i was a child.”

he frowned. “i meant not in such a way.”

you said nothing, your arms aching to wrap around his figure. his voice was ever so soothing, and his touch a flame in contrast to the cold retribution of winter.

“are you still aggrieved with me?” he placed a hand on the hem of your yogi, a small step. you knew he was treading carefully, afraid you would completely turn from him or have your anger provoked yet again. you wanted none of it, you wanted him already.

but you held yourself.

“nay,” you replied. you wanted to see him, touch his face, tread your fingers along the marks of his chest and arms, press kisses along his lined visage, just touch him.

“then why must you turn hence from me so?” his hand ascended to hold onto your arm lightly.

“i knoweth not of your feelings, doth i?” you narrowed your eyes to your side as far as you could, but you still could not see him.

he moved closer to you, hand wrapping around your front as the other took your hand in his. “then i shalt give you mine own honesty, and every word i speak is sooth,” he said, and you intertwined your fingers with his, shivering from the feeling of his hot breath against your ear. “my dear y/n,” he murmured, hand treading across the folds of your kimono, just ghosting over your breasts as he rested it on your collarbone, gooseflesh prickling your skin from his seductive touch. “i have loved you…” he tilted your chin towards him, teary eyes meeting his pair of yellow and blue.

“for so long…” he kissed your lips with no hesitation, and you moaned softly at the surprise, the feeling of benign tenderness, as he pulled you closer against his chest, kissing you with fervent passion, your lips moulding perfectly against his as his tongue pressed against your own, the feeling of his hot muscle dominating your oral senses making you squirm as you let out a soft whine in exploration of the new feeling.

he pulled away to let you breathe, a thin strand of saliva connecting the both of you together. the same familiar ache in your nether regions ignited once again, and you rubbed your thighs together, feeling the wetness of your quim.

akaza drew in a controlled breath, and when you looked into his eyes you saw his mirrored feelings of lust in his engraved pupils, the feeling of his clothed cock pressed against your back making you grind slightly against the sheets of your futon, and you could not help the clenching of the muscles of your thighs as you tried to chase the strange feeling between your legs, feeling yourself dampen the cloth. he moved his hand to your upper thigh, dangerously close to your sweetest spot.

“akaza-san…” you whispered, legs parting by nature as he kissed your jaw, trembling lightly as his hand slipped just under the tender flesh of your belly, your haneri rucked up on your thighs and cunt exposed to the cold air.

“sayeth my name and that aone,” he nibbled on the flesh of your neck, sharp fangs pricking and breaking the delicacy, and you gasped as he licked up the small wound, feeling him moan in delight at the taste of your blood.

“akaza…” you let out a shuddering sigh as he stripped you of your nightwear, the fabric of your haneri sliding off of your shoulders and landing on the futon. you were finally exposed to him, every blemish and imperfection, for him to see with his eyes. for him to adore.

“lie on your back,” he purred, and you did as you were bade, chest rising and falling with every breath you took, ecstatic lust working its way through your veins as his eyes roamed your nude form, in the way only a husband ought to behold his wife in. but you no longer cared that you were unmarried, you wantonly leaned into his touches as he explored you, rough, strong hands caressing the mounds of your breasts as your nipples tightened under the contact, and his fingers tweaked on your sensitive buds, a smirk on his lips as you bit your bottom lip, hands entangled with your sheets as you writhed.

“you are a goddess,” he said in a low, mesmerising tone, and you looked up at him, pulling him closer to you as he kissed you again, overwhelmed by the sensation of his fingers trailing lower and lower, until they found the spot between your thighs, your thighs bucking shamefully at the touch.

he chuckled softly at the moan he drew out from you, and he delved his fingers between your slick folds, parting the sensitive lips and swirling your wetness around, rubbing your cunt in an agonisingly slow pace.

“do you like being touched?” the rough pad of his fingers brushed against your clitoris, and you whined, grasping onto him as you snuck a glance below, the sinful sight of his ministrations tightening the pressure in your belly.

“yes,” you moaned, “m-more…”

“you’re so beautiful when you beg,” akaza pushed a finger inside you, stretching you as he thrusted it in and out of you, and you gasped at the intrusion, looking at him with widened eyes as he added a second finger into you, stroking the delicate lining of your womanhood with precision in mind, massaging the delicate spot with each brushing thrust.

“but in sooth, you are always beautiful,” he momentarily pulled away, setting himself between your thighs, his fingers never leaving your cunt. uncontrolled moans continued to spill from your lips, and when he let out a low growl as his lips wrapped around your clitoris, swollen with desire, you mewled and bucked your hips further against his face as he lapped and suckled on your most sensitive nub, the pressure inside you catching fire as he continued to touch and uncover your most sinful places.

“a-akaza!” you thrashed, fingers lowering to lightly tug at his hair.

“what is it, love?” he purred against your sensitive cunt.

“s-something! something is coming! i…” you didn’t know what was coming, but lustful shame flushed your cheeks further as your toes curled, and you felt your muscles tense up and tighten further around him.

laughter rumbled against your heated cunt as he unlatched himself from your centre, pulling away from you entirely. you whined at the loss, hips grinding onto the open air in futile attempt for the lost stimulation.

he took your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “forgive me for this cruelty, y/n,” he muttered against your skin, eyes trained dangerously on you. “but i want to see you come undone when we are one in flesh,” he licked his fingers coated with your essence, eyes never leaving yours as your breath hitched at the filthily enticing display. “and one in heart,” he purred.

“take me,” you whispered, and watched in anticipation as he discarded his own clothing, the sight of his length, already hard as iron, making you shiver in need.

“and take you i shall,” he parted your legs further, and when the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, you dug your nails into his back, crying out softly as he entered you, taking your chastity and binding you together. you were finally one with him.

your breathing was erratic, mind panicking as his large length stretched your vigin walls and you shuddered in both pain and pleasure, muscles going slack in his grip as akaza groaned against you, gritting his teeth until he was fully sheathed inside of you.

it was as if the gods had sculpted you specially for him. as he started with slow and gentle thrusts, your body quickly accommodated to his size, taking in and clenching around his cock with a profane need, your mind almost instantly lost within the pleasure of a sacred union. with every thrust, you felt the small bulge protruding from your stomach push the head of his cock against your sweetest spot, against your womb which you desired him to fill, the sinful sight rising and falling as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, your teary eyes admiring his unkempt and lustful eyes as he continued to rut into you, testicles slapping against your rear and the orchestra of fornication loud in the quietness of the room, every slick and squelch from the joining of your bodies only igniting the hellfire that kissed your skin and soul.

you knew not how long time had passed, but every nerve and spot akaza hit and ground only fed into the furnace of the tightening coil, threatening to finally spill as your breathing matched his in a rough, exalting pace. the pleasure grew and grew once more, and when he roared your name, his seed spilling into your womb, the sinful coil that had mounted within you snapped, your screams of pleasure unheard by your ears as you felt your body burn in ecstasy, stars catching in your vision as you came undone on his cock, greedily milking him as he caught your lips in his, moans muffled as your breathing slowly ceased, heart still racing as you revelled in the aftermath of becoming one with the man you loved.

“i meant what i hath said,” he kissed your cheek, admiring the messy beauty in your eyes.

“i do, too,” you whispered, holding his hand tightly. you stared dreamily into the very glass-like eyes you had peered upon so many times in your life, those numbered pupils that you had secretly dreamed of seeing full of love, just for you.

“will you come with me?” he smiled, pinching your nipple, and you shivered.

“yes,” you pecked his lips. “i shall follow you wherever you wend, even unto the ends of this earth.”

“and i forswear my heart has’t never loved until tonight; like the stars above, i wilt love you until i die.”

HANABI | AKAZA

I pulled out my manga for this yall better be thankful

HANABI

Nights between (Y/N) and Akaza were peaceful. Despite how exciting a forbidden relationship might sound between two people, sneaking out every night and skipping through missions seemed more troubling sometimes more than anything.

Anything that had anything to do with secrecy was usually illegal inside the Demon Slayer Corps, especially with any kind of demons. The intimate relationship between Akaza and (Y/N) was sketchy to say the least, sneaking out at night for midnight kisses or words of longing. (Y/N) already came from a family that had been completely slaughtered by the likes of demons, she killed them for a literal job. Not to mention it was upper moon three. It crossed her mind more than she could count that Akaza could be using her. A part of her didn’t care.

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Started: 9/9/22

Last Updated: 10/10/22

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• Hashira •

Kyojuro Rengoku

-Doing a skincare routine with S/O | Fluff -Fem!Reader awkwardly confessing | Fluff -Kyojuro comforting gn!S/O | Fluff

Tengen Uzui

-Doing a skincare routine with S/O | Fluff -Fem!Reader awkwardly confessing | Fluff

Giyu Tomioka

-Doing a skincare routine with S/O | Fluff -Fem!Reader awkwardly confessing | Fluff

Sanemi Shinazugawa

-Doing a skincare routine with S/O | Fluff

Kocho Shinobu

-Doing a skincare routine with S/O | Fluff

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• Demons •

Akaza

-Painting nails with S/O short HC's | Fluff

Kokushibo

-Painting nails with S/O short HC's | Fluff

Douma

-Painting nails with S/O short HC's | Fluff

Gyutaro

-Gyutaro relationship HC's -Painting nails with S/O short HC's | Fluff -Gyutaro with a tall, masculine S/O | Fluff -Gyutaro with a fem!Reader | Smut

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What I will write: Fluff, NSFW, SFW, poly, mlm, wlw, gender neutral, yandere, etc.

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Painting your nails with the demons | Fluff

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Content: Akaza x gn!Reader, Kokushibo x gn!Reader, Douma x gn!Reader, Gyutaro x gn!Reader (all separate)

Warnings: Douma LMAO

Notes: I just painted my nails after a breakdown (I'm fine lol dw) over college and suddenly got the urge to paint their nails too. These hc's are incredibly short, I apologize <3

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❥ Akaza

Akaza had walked in on you painting your nails a (color), and looked at his own pink nails

Turning to see him after you finished the first hand, you gave him a little smile

"Wanna join me, Aka?"

He'll happily sit with you, letting your hands hold his steady while you paint the same color on him

He loves matching with you, so this just makes him excited

Absolutely demolishes Douma if he makes any kind of comment about it

But the bastard just begs for more pain. He's got the fucking "Wow...your punch really turned me on!" energy going on (please tell me SOMEBODY gets that reference...)

Whenever you take the nail polish off, he's gonna wanna be there so he can take his off too. Then will probably ask if you're going to put on another color or not

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❥ Kokushibo

His multiple eyes scare the shit out of me, but I'd rather them be freaky than not utilized at all

I still love him tho <3

Koku's nails aren't painted like some other demons, but he suppose he'll do one hand in black if it'll make you happy

He's silent and keeps a neutral expression as he sits beside you, allowing you to paint his right hand and you can paint your left, so that when you hold his hand, it seems like you're joined together

He just likes the subtle domesticity

"Well, what about my other hand?"

"Do whatever you want." Koku spoke slowly.

"And what about your other hand?"

"No."

He only wants one hand painted, slightly questioning if Muzan would disapprove of his nails being painted in the first place

But then he remembers Douma's, Akaza's and Gyutaro's nails are painted, and then he suddenly doesn't care that one of his hands are painted

Wont do anything but direct a cold, neutral look at someone if they make fun of his nails only being painted on one hand

They were done by his s/o, eat shit and die, peasant

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❥ Douma

Is ecstatic

Immediately takes off his own blue nail polish to math whatever color you're putting on

Gives you kisses as you paint his nails, sometimes making you mess up and get the polish on his skin

"Not to worry, darling! I can always take it off my skin, you just keep painting!" Douma grins, continuing to kiss you

Parades your matching nails around like it's the greatest gift ever

Brags to Akaza about how he has "such an amazing s/o" and how Akaza doesn't

Of course he gets hit, but Douma then salivates for more negative attention from Akaza

Once the polish begins to chip away, he's going to sit you down, take off the polish from both of you and then paint your nails again himself, in a different color

"We should switch turns every time!" Douma exclaims

"Oh, maybe we could even mix and match depending on the upcoming holiday! How fun! Oh, this is the best idea you've had, darling~!"

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❥ Gyutaro

Okay, Gyutaro probably needs a serious manicure (and this is coming from someone who never gets manicures, but at least has a nail filer)

Would also probably do his skin some good to have his nails filed down, cause then it can't...y'know...COME OFF

But I do think the gray color on his nails is the natural color they are now, but I also like to believe that sometimes he paints his nails black to feel better <3

When he sees you painting your nails, he immediately wants to join. Ume is probably not too far behind, so she'll probably join in before Gyutaro

If the color you're painting your nails with isn't black, then he'll paint his nails himself while watching you and Ume match your colors

If it is black, then he'll happily let you paint his nails for him (the teasing from his sister later on is so worth it, because you touched his unworthy hands!!!)

Gyu would also probably keep re-applying the nail polish whenever it got slightly chipped, believing you'd grow angry and upset at what he deemed as "decimation to your art"

Whenever he sees black nail polish he thinks of you now, so have fun with that lol

Probably keeps a shit ton of black nail polish on standby cause he keeps stealing yours

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

Hey I'm looking for a fix where y/n is the head of an abandoned/extinct clan and she's very frail and sickly and one night she run into Akaza and somehow befriends him? And basically he keeps coming round for tea almost every night. And like one night Kagaya Ubuyashiki has a vision of muzan starting at her through her window.

Thats all I can remember right now, please help me find this fic 🙏

Yandere Akaza headcanons

I don't not support anything.

Warning: v8ol3Nc3

ෆ Akaza would somehow become attached to you because of how tough you look and because you were so pretty. Then one day, when he wanted to see how tough you were, he got a feeling and then he stopped what he was doing a few feets away from you and he couldn’t do it. He oddly didn’t want to see you get hurt. That was then when he saw another man go up to you and start talking to you. Akaza growls under his breath. He got a feeling that made him want to kill the man. But he didn’t want you to be scared of him. He wanted you to like him.

ෆ He would be every protective. He hates when you talk to anyone else. He never really shows that he cares because he respects you but he still hates it. 

ෆ As long as you don't do anything stuipd, well in his opinion, then he won't keep you inside. But if you do he will tie you inside and won’t let you go. 

ෆ Akaza would never hurt you no matter what your gender is. He just could never hurt you but if he needs to tie you down to keep you here with him then he would.  

ෆ At first Akaza will never show himself, just watch from afar. But one night he decided to change that and come into your room and try and talk to you. You were freaked out and he tried to calm you down but instead he kinda threatened you and you tried to calm yourself down by your self.

ෆ He then would come over every night to cuddle with you and talk. You couldn't get him to go. One night you tried and he grabbed you while he smirked at you. He then started calling you weak and everything. 

ෆ No matter what you won’t be able to leave him from his speed and everything. He knows where you are and won’t let you leave.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕠𝕡 𝟛 𝕌𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝔸𝕌 (𝔼𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕)

𝔸𝕌 :

𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘈𝘜

𝘊𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘈𝘜

𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘈𝘜

𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭/𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘈𝘜

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘈𝘜

𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘈𝘜

𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘈𝘜

𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘬𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦/𝘍𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘜

( 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘜 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 )

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 :

• 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙧@𝙥𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙩

• 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙜𝙚

• 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝘼𝙐 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙭 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚

• 𝙀𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝘼𝙐 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝟯 𝙐𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨

• 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚/𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜

• 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙆𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙤𝙪, 𝘿𝙤𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙖 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮

• 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙁𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚/𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝘼𝙐, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩

‘FAMILY’ REUNION

Douma, Akaza, Kokushibo

In which Y/n sees everyone again after a long time. Based on the scene in the infinity castle. Fem! Reader

cw: nothing really, our boys here have a soft spot for y/n, suggestive if you squint really hard, reader is upper rank 2 and everyone else is pushed down a rank except for Kokushibo

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"Where's my Y/n-chan~", Douma whined, looking around the infinity castle.

"Your Y/n?", Akaza clicked his tongue. "She doesn't even like you".

Gyokko nodded to the corner. "She's over there taking a damn nap", he shook his head at her hopelessness. "Upper rank two my ass".

Douma looked at where Gyokko was nodding towards where he saw Y/n, who was sleeping in a fetal position with her hands tucked against her chest.

Douma snickered with a hand up to his mouth. "I know what'll wake her up!".

The blondie approached her and squatted down.

His hand gripped her jaw, gently squeezing her cheeks which caused her mouth to fall open.

He proceeded use his index and middle finger to prod her mouth open before sliding them into her mouth.

Douma giggled as Y/n furrowed her brow as he stuck them all the way to the back of her mouth.

Once Y/n felt his sharp nails graze her throat, he eyes fell wide open, only to be met with Douma's sultry smirk that she knew all to well flashing down at her.

Y/n bit down hard on his two fingers. Really hard. To the point where she bit them off.

"Ouch Y/nn!", Douma frowned albeit his fingers regenerating immediately after.

Y/n sat up and let out a yawn before observing her surroundings. Everyone was here now except Muzan. She stretched her arms up, making her kimono fall off her shoulders a bit.

"You're so mean to me!", Douma sulked.

"Oh my sincerest apologies lord Douma!", she exclaimed, standing up and clasping her two hands together. "I'm not sure what came over me, but I should know my place", she inched towards the man, her chest against his and her eyes locked on his own, a pleading look plastered on her face while Douma looked down at her in amusement.

"I'd do anything for your forgiveness!", a grin slowly grew on her lips as she relaxed her eyebrows. "...Is what you would've wanted me to say, right?".

She laughed and backed away from him, the fact that his smug look was still plastered on his face annoyed her. "I'll leave that to your cult members".

Douma narrowed his eyes. "Got quite a mouth on you, don't you? Someone should teach you what to do with it".

Gyokko scoffed. "I can't even tell if they're flirting or arguing".

Y/n decided it was best to ignore Douma's comment and her eyes brightened upon seeing Akaza.

She enveloped him into a hug that made him unsteady on his feet, a blush immediately coating the apples of his cheeks.

"Akaza! Long time no see”.

Douma folded his arms childishly as Akaza looked at him with an overconfident, smug look as he spat his tongue out. Everyone knew Akaza was her favourite.

Despite this, poor Akaza was still weak to the touch of any woman.

“Oh yeah, I got you a present”, Y/n reached into her kimono, Akaza averting his gaze at anything else he could find.

She lifted his arm from his side and opened up his palm, placing the box into his hand.

“Open it! Open it!”.

When he did just that, he blinked at her. It was a hairpin.

“Are you sure this is for me?”, he sweatdropped.

“Of course it is! It goes with your hair colour so I got it for you”, she took it out of the box and stuck it in his hair.

Akaza smiled sweetly moving to stand behind her smaller figure. He took the hairpin out of his hair and put it in hers.

“I appreciate it but I believe it’ll look better on you”.

“Aw but lord Akaza, it suits you! It really brought out your eyes too~”, Douma burst out into laughter, holding his stomach.

“Don’t piss me off”, Akaza seethed between his clenched teeth. Suddenly, Douma’s bottom part of his face was destroyed by Akaza’s fist.

Douma smiled as his face regenerated. “Whoa! That was some punch! A bit stronger than before, would you say, lord Akaza?”.

*splat*

The same fist Akaza used to hit Douma was severed by Kokushibo.

“Akaza”, he spoke. “You always go too far”.

“lord Kokushibo!”, Y/n bounced happily around him.

Kokushibo turned his head to her and brought his hands up to her chest, fixing her kimono so that it was up over her shoulders again.

“You shouldn’t let your kimono slip down like that, you’re a lady”.

She placed her hands on her hips. “Alright dad”, she mocked before smiling again.

“Aw it’s like a family reunion seeing all of you again!”.

“W-where have you been all this time?”, Hantengu asked.

Y/n hopped onto Kokushibo’s shoulders, patting his head which took the demon’s by surprise at the fact that he was allowing it.

“It’s a secret”, she brought a finger up to her lips.

It was evident that Muzan had arrived when Kokushibo lifted Y/n down and teleported back to where he was sitting originally.

“Family reunion over!”.

Masterlist :)

a/n: also the last episode was a damn masterpiece, as an anime only for demon slayer i was genuinely scared nezuko was gonna die 😭

☆ UPPERMOONS 1-3 100+

the three upper demons: (1) kokushibo, (2) douma, and (3) akaza—have a small little soft spot for their master's human wife. they're supposed to be scary demons, but whatever shall they do when such a small woman gleefully hands them a gift? [𝐇𝐈𝐓!] no warnings are needed, though that may be subject to change based upon feedback!

➊ KOKUSHIBO

MANGA SPOILERS AT THE END.

Out of all of the Uppermoons, Muzan would trust your safety with Kokushibo the most. Therefore, you're more likely to spend time with Kokushibo than anyone else if Muzan is busy.

To be quite honest, you spend too much time with the demon, but that can be debated.

Nevertheless, since he gaurds you—walking you wherever you need to, ensuring your food is safe, keeping you entertained, etc—the two of you have gotten a bit close. Giggles and deep laughter filling one of the vast rooms of the infinity castle.

"I never expected my master to have such a kind little thing like you as a wife."

A small pout forms at his statement, "Don't underestimate me!"

"Is that so...?"

Kokushibo quite enjoys his time with you. The little moments the two of you hsve reminding him of his wife. One that he briefly mentioned to you once. He never goes too deep into his past, though, through inference you can tell the gist of what occured. Therefore, developed a sense of trust in this strange relationship.

What comes with forming a relationship with a woman like you? Gifts.

Something small and considerate from a small (compared to him) woman like you.

"Kokushibo!!" you called, bare feet padding against the wooden floors of the castle. You step down from the endgawa, observing the demon you wish to meet, leaning against a tree in the garden. "My lady?"

"Close your eyes! Pretty please?" After a beat of silence, "All of them."

The demon sighs, relying purely on his sense of hearing to hear you coming towards him and bending down. "Hold out your hands."

He does as you say, reluctantly taking his palm off of the hilt of sword (its purely instinct), and present both hands, flat-palmed to you. After a moment, and some shuffling—he feels soft cloth touch his palms. "You can open them now," comes from your lips.

All six eyes open to look at the small pile of cloth in his hands. "Its..."

"An obi! Of course, it can used for anything of your choosing since its simply a strip of fabirc, but—I made a cute pattern that matched your haori with little symbols to remind you of me!" Your bright, soft smile causes a sigh of awe to leave him, "I wanted to make you a gift, but I didn't know exactly what to make. So, I settled for making you an obi! Now you can replace your plain white one."

There's silence between the two of you, and you worry you've done something wrong until you see the soft, small smile on his lips. His eyes have soften as well as they look up at you. "Thank you, my lady. I shall cherish it."

And that he does.

He doesn't wear it per se. He'll show it off at times, though he has a fear that a small accident could have it ruined.

If you were to turn into a demon before a critical aging point in your life, nothing would change. Though, if you refused to turn into a demon and live out your days/die as a human, he'd officially change his obi's and wear yours out of respect for you.

He cherishes it to an extent that he takes it off before the final battle, tucking it in his pocket alongside another cherished item of his.

It seriously is one of his greatest treasures, that much is clear by the way his brother's handcrafted whistle is wrapped in the bundle of cloth when he eventually fades to the afterlife.

➋ DOUMA

Douma does not have the best personality. Then again, neither does your husband. So, you tend to deal with it.

It's honestly pretty frequenet that you're placed in Douma's hands. Despite his...preference for human women, Muzan knows that the man would never chance harming you out of hear of ending his fun. So, you stay with him. Particularly, because of Douma's resources. He has a cult, so he gets pretty much anything he wants. He's rich after all. This is also, the only time you are ever allowed to go outside in the sun. His followers have to stick very close to you and promise not to cause you harm. Though even then, going outside during the day is quite rare.

(Muzan is paranoid asf)

Going back to 'you're still allowed despite Douma's preference' thing. He has to make is very clear he has no intentions to eat or harm you. Which he doesn't! In fact, your relationship is very similar to his and Kotoha's.

'I wonder if Muzan-sama will keep you around for the rest of your life,' he thinks to himself, noting how pure your heart seems to be. He quite enjoys your kindness and sweet demeanor, especially towards the women in his cult (and their corspes).

He doesn't enjoy your scolding.

He's never gotten scolded before; in fact, he was never reprimanded for anything when he was younger because of his rainbow eyes and the belief that he can hear the gods. Which, of course, caused his current adult attitude.

Nevertheless, when he first experienced your scolding he was quite confused and didn't like it. Though, he couldn't really protest since you're Muzan's wife.

Anywho, because of your scolding he's ended up trying to be more "respectful" and cautious not to grab onto you're plate of human morals.

Ignoring all of that, he doesn't quite feel much. He'll brag and act as if he can feel human emotions, though he can't (you clocked it). He didn't have a semblance of compassion or anything of the sort until you. Of course, he still doesn't feel strong feelings like intense anger or love, nothing like that. But he doesn't feel small hints of things like admiration and appreciation for you.

Though, he certainly didn't expect you to give him a token of appreciation.

"Douma, close your eyes and hold out your palms...please."

He chuckles at your order, though it sounds painfully empty. Nevertheless, he opens his palms flat and presents them to you, his rainbow eyes hiding behind his eyelids. After a beat, he feels small items get set into his hand. He tilts his head in confusion, waiting patiently for your okay to open his eyes. "Okayy, open!"

His eyes blink open and they drift to the small pieces of what look like jewlery in his palms. He carefully moves them around in his hands, noting that they're charms—a bright smile is presented on his face, though at the moment it doesn't feel enterily empty. "Awh! Such kindness, my lady."

"You've been faithfully taking care of me, so I thought that I'd make you something. It's not much, but I made some little charms to go on your fans!"

"You're quite the crafter, my lady! Thank you!"

Douma doesn't battle too much, but if he suspects he will, he puts them on the Black Crown (his hat) instead. He doesn't want then destroyed, so if he knows he's being called or about to go on a mission, he moves.

If you turned into a demon or died, it'd be the same.

Regardless, he cherises them. He genuinely smiles everytime they appear in his vision.

➌ AKAZA

Surprisingly, you are with Akaza the least. Not because of material things like providing for you (even if the others can do that better), it's because Muzan is always sending him to do something. He's always fighting somebody, so you'd hsve a hard time. But regardless of that, you are his first priority. He's standing next to you at all times, or watching from a safe distance if you're going out in a town at night.

He's probably the nicest and least emotionally constipated one, and that is saying something.

He's literally so sweet, a fucking gentleman. He deserves a reward just for that.

(He's the type of bow every time he sees you even though you tell him not to every single time)

Seriously, the man is at your beck and call.

Now, this gift-giving could go however you want it. Ex. You thought something was missing from his outfit and gave him something based on what you've gathered about him. But, this time, let's say you were walking around town—looking at vendors and such. And, you finally decide, 'alright- its time to head home.' And some bold demon who didn't know your status came to attack you. Akaza is jumping to save you, his form was only a couple of feet away. His eyes and ears were trained on you the entire time. And let's say, trying to protect you from (the fool) said demon, those beaded anklets come under fire and broke.

He saved you, so its only natural you remake what he's lost and gift them to him.

"A-ka-za!"

Akaza turns, his full, undivided attention on you. "Yes, my lady?" He notes the sparkle in your eyes and he raises a curious eyebrow and obeys the simple orders of offering his palms and shutting his eyes.

He feels the cold, sphere appearance of the beads and a small smile twitches on his face. "May I open them now, my lady?"

"Mhm!"

His pink eyelashes flutter as he looks down at beaded ankle bracelets that are nearly identical to his old ones. "They seemed a little special, though I'm not sure. But—they broke because of me, and it's significance to your religion, and what they represent to you...so I made two more to replace the old ones. If that's okay! Please accept the gift?"

Akaza smiles and kneels. "My lady, I'd be happy to accept any gift from you. Especially, if you put your time and energy for someone like me. Thank you."

You remind him of Koyuki.

That beautiful smile and kind eyes. It's something he's so weak to. Hence, he's there at your every whim, smiling and ensuring you are as comfortable as possible.

If he couldn't protect Koyuki, he is surely going to fulfill his duty and protect you.

And if he inevitably fails—whether it be to your stubbornness, or the unavoidable truth of life—he'll keep every trinket close to him, honoring your memory as best he can depsite his demonic nature.

❝𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙈𝙔 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇'𝙎 𝘿𝘼𝙔❞

MODERN AU! UPPERMOONS X READER

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🪐: making this at 11:35 pm, can't let the gang know i was busy sobbing cs i ain't got no one. girlfriend day special for the big 3 moons modern au🙏🏾 love yall fr

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kokushibo 🌜

- sophisticated lover boy , he knows when to love and when to be professional regarding you .

- that doesn't mean he won't participate in this day .

for girlfriend's day, kokushibo planned a special and intimate activity for the two of you: a pottery class. the studio was warm and cozy, filled with the earthy scent of clay and the soft hum of spinning wheels. together, you spent the afternoon shaping and molding the clay, laughing and chatting as you worked on your individual pieces.

as the final hour approached, kokushibo gently guided you onto his lap. with his strong arms wrapped around you, the two of you began working on a single pot together. his hands over yours, you both guided the clay into shape, creating something unique and beautiful.

with a tender smile, kokushibo leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before humming a gentle tune against your skin. "it's not much," he murmured, his voice a comforting rumble in your ear, "but i wanted to do something meaningful with you. we could paint these together later and put your favorite flowers in them."

his words, filled with warmth and sincerity, made your heart flutter. he held you close, the moment filled with love and connection. "you're very dear to me, darling," he continued, his lips brushing against your ear, "i love you."

in that quiet, shared space, surrounded by the fruits of your labor and the promise of more cherished moments to come, you felt the depth of kokushibo's affection. the day, filled with laughter, creativity, and tender gestures, became a beautiful memory that you would both treasure for years to come.

doma 🌈

- the most cheerful uppermoon of all cannot be caught not pampering his sweetheart on a day just for her !

- an adventurous day awaits between the both of you!

for girlfriend's day, doma planned a delightful movie marathon for the two of you. his cheerful nature set the perfect tone for a cozy day indoors. the living room was transformed into a snug haven, with blankets, pillows, and your favorite snacks spread out invitingly.

as the first movie started, doma cuddled up beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. his laughter was infectious, and he made funny comments throughout the films, keeping you entertained and smiling. his joy was palpable, making the experience even more enjoyable.

as the movie marathon continued, doma's playful and affectionate demeanor made every moment feel special. he would occasionally lean in to plant a kiss on your forehead or whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his warmth and love evident in every gesture.

during a brief intermission, doma surprised you with a homemade treat he had prepared earlier. "you like it, don't you," he said with a grin, "who wouldn't? agh, i'm treating you so well." his eyes sparkled with excitement as he handed you a plate of your favorite snacks, carefully arranged.

"i hope you liked today, sweetheart," he said softly during one of the quieter moments, his eyes filled with affection. "i love you sooooo much!" his words, combined with his cheerful spirit, made your heart swell with happiness.

the day flew by in a blur of laughter, snuggles, and shared enjoyment of your favorite movies. with doma by your side, every film seemed more vibrant, every moment more precious. the movie marathon was a perfect celebration of your love, filled with joy and the deep connection you shared.

"we're gonna be doing this more."

akaza 🏀

- the strong yet seemingly shy on dates uppermoon has arrived!

- whatever could he have planned?

for girlfriend's day, akaza planned a sweet picnic date for the two of you. he chose a serene spot in the park, under the shade of a large tree, and set up a cozy blanket with an assortment of your favorite foods. despite his shy nature and wariness about things going wrong, he put on a brave face for you, wanting the day to be perfect.

as you both sat down to enjoy the meal, akaza seemed more at ease, his gentle smile reassuring you. you chatted and laughed, savoring the delicious food and the beautiful weather. his efforts to make the day special warmed your heart.

however, as fate would have it, something did go wrong. a sudden gust of wind knocked over the drinks, spilling them onto the food. akaza's face fell, and his composure cracked. he started cussing himself, visibly upset and frustrated.

you quickly wrapped your arms around him in a comforting hug. "it's okay," you whispered, holding him tightly. at first, he resisted, still angry with himself, but gradually, he melted into your embrace. he laid his head on your shoulder, his breathing slowly calming as he took comfort in your presence.

in the quiet moment that followed, akaza muttered softly, "you always know how to make things better. i love you."

his vulnerability touched you deeply, and you gently stroked his hair, reassuring him with your silent support. the picnic might not have gone perfectly, but in that moment, the love and connection between you felt stronger than ever. the hiccup in your plans became just another cherished memory, a testament to your bond and the way you always found comfort in each other.

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🪐: finished at 11:59 pm i ate 🙏🏾 once again, happy girlfriend's day. don't hesitate to hmu for a request. love yall

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need ur attention asap —

SYP — w characters who i think are actually really clingy (secretly or not)

GEN. — fluff

WARN. — gn!reader, clingy characs, pda, sickening couple activities

REQ. — “do you do carlos madrigal x reader.. if yes, could I get one?? i can’t really find any recent ones now and I love your works! if not, that’s completely fine!!! xx”

NOTES. — im literally so bad at sticking to one character 😭 im glad u love my works, have a good day lovely <33

thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of ur love <3

ur clingy bf! who can’t stop clinging onto you like a koala.

ur clingy bf! who loves back hugging you and discovering different cuddle positions.

ur clingy bf! who shows up to your door at random times with a bouquet of your fav flowers.

ur clingy bf! who has a secret obsession with the sweet taste of your lips.

ur clingy bf! who encourages you to play the chapstick game, a new excuse to kiss you over and over. (he doesn’t even make an effort to guess the flavour..)

ur clingy bf! who pulls you away at any social event to kiss you breathless.

ur clingy bf! who stares at you with a subtle pout as his friends drag him away to do god knows what.

ur clingy bf! who basically uses his status to go see you instead of doing what he should be.

ur clingy bf! who refuses to remove his arms around you in the morning, leading you to quite literally limp around with him attached to your hip.

ur clingy bf! who tries to act stoic in public but his facade crumbles in 5 minutes and his hands are back on your waist.

ur clingy bf! who has a habit of rubbing your noses together.

ur clingy bf! who carries you all different styles and doesn’t care about your protests.

ur clingy bf! who always cradles your face so gently whenever you’re ranting and just stares at you with heart eyes and a big, silly smile on his lips.

ur clingy bf! who pulls you back to his chest when you get even a centimetre farther from him.

ur clingy bf! who gives you another bottle of his perfume to spray on your clothes so you smell like him when you go out.

ur clingy bf! who’s always there for receiving and giving affection, especially on hard days.

ur clingy bf! who’d rather die than leave the comfort of your arms wrapped around him, his safe place.

ur clingy bf! who loves you so much that he has to remind you how amazing you are literally every 10 minutes.

ur clingy bf! who send you those care-packages every month filled with all of your favourite things, skincare, games, books etc.

ur clingy bf! who always matches with you in real life and in every game you two own. (no such thing as u playing a game that he doesnt play)

ur clingy bf! who’s always loud asf whenever he sees you. (mf sprints to u to give u a hug)

ur clingy bf! who calls you every single term of endearment, even the weirdest ones.

ur clingy bf! who definitely unironically calls you his pookie wookie farting glitter boo boo bear. (he says it so seriously too..)

ur clingy bf! who wont let you pay for anything and spoils you with everything he can get his hands on.

ur clingy bf! who would and will give the world to you.

thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of u <3

bonus!! —

the sound of the iphone alarm rings throughout the bedroom. a mix of deep, raspy groans and soft whining fill the room, replacing said irritating noise.

you reach to tap the ‘snooze’ button but a hand grabs your arm. he stretches a hand out to hit it instead but missed 5 times before effectively shutting it off. he groans, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your chest.

“babe, get up. you’re too fat, you’re suffocating me.”

“‘s too early to get up, stop squirming,” he reaches a hand up to your face, trying to cover your mouth before you slap it away.

you wriggle in his grasp before stopping, surrendering to his warmth.

“morning, my sweet waffle with honey, maple syrup and berries on top.”

there was a good few seconds of silence to make you realise he’s not joking and genuinely calls you that.

upon imagining the image of waffles in your mind, the idea obviously makes your stomach grumble. you wanted to get up and make some but forgot about the tired guy on your chest.

with a loud groan, you drag him with you out of bed. you can definitely hear his quiet giggles as he brings the blanket with him, perched on his shoulders while you drag him around.

bonus #2!! —

“i got it, i got it!”

“baby, let me pay for it!” you strain out, struggling against his tight embrace. you can feel the vibrations of his chest behind you as he captures your arms in one hand and tries to put the money in the machine with the other.

you squeal when you free your hands from his vice grip and he tickles you to prevent sticking your money in.

“babe, babe stop! i wanna pay, its my turn.”

“i got it, don’t worry. im not gonna let you pay, ill cover it,” he laughs, taking the cash from your hands and slipping it back into your wallet.

at this point, you’re thrashing around in his grasp, not harsh enough to hurt him though. he has his arms hooked under your shoulders to prevent you from moving forward.

“please, let me pay! i got it, its fine!” he protests through his own laughter.

you throw your head back on his shoulder, giggling while trying to free yourself from his grip. he leans downwards and presses several kisses to your face, successfully stopping your movements.

he paid for you again. hey, at least you tried, right?

— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE (star rail) gepard, JING YUAN, SAMPO (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KENMA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, AKAZA (ENCANTO) carlos, CAMILO (ATSV) miguel, MILES, PAVITR () YOUR FAVES

@xyaehir 2023. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

need ur attention asap —

SYP — w characters who i think are actually really clingy (secretly or not)

GEN. — fluff

WARN. — gn!reader, clingy characs, pda, sickening couple activities

REQ. — “do you do carlos madrigal x reader.. if yes, could I get one?? i can’t really find any recent ones now and I love your works! if not, that’s completely fine!!! xx”

NOTES. — im literally so bad at sticking to one character 😭 im glad u love my works, have a good day lovely <33

thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of ur love <3

ur clingy bf! who can’t stop clinging onto you like a koala.

ur clingy bf! who loves back hugging you and discovering different cuddle positions.

ur clingy bf! who shows up to your door at random times with a bouquet of your fav flowers.

ur clingy bf! who has a secret obsession with the sweet taste of your lips.

ur clingy bf! who encourages you to play the chapstick game, a new excuse to kiss you over and over. (he doesn’t even make an effort to guess the flavour..)

ur clingy bf! who pulls you away at any social event to kiss you breathless.

ur clingy bf! who stares at you with a subtle pout as his friends drag him away to do god knows what.

ur clingy bf! who basically uses his status to go see you instead of doing what he should be.

ur clingy bf! who refuses to remove his arms around you in the morning, leading you to quite literally limp around with him attached to your hip.

ur clingy bf! who tries to act stoic in public but his facade crumbles in 5 minutes and his hands are back on your waist.

ur clingy bf! who has a habit of rubbing your noses together.

ur clingy bf! who carries you all different styles and doesn’t care about your protests.

ur clingy bf! who always cradles your face so gently whenever you’re ranting and just stares at you with heart eyes and a big, silly smile on his lips.

ur clingy bf! who pulls you back to his chest when you get even a centimetre farther from him.

ur clingy bf! who gives you another bottle of his perfume to spray on your clothes so you smell like him when you go out.

ur clingy bf! who’s always there for receiving and giving affection, especially on hard days.

ur clingy bf! who’d rather die than leave the comfort of your arms wrapped around him, his safe place.

ur clingy bf! who loves you so much that he has to remind you how amazing you are literally every 10 minutes.

ur clingy bf! who send you those care-packages every month filled with all of your favourite things, skincare, games, books etc.

ur clingy bf! who always matches with you in real life and in every game you two own. (no such thing as u playing a game that he doesnt play)

ur clingy bf! who’s always loud asf whenever he sees you. (mf sprints to u to give u a hug)

ur clingy bf! who calls you every single term of endearment, even the weirdest ones.

ur clingy bf! who definitely unironically calls you his pookie wookie farting glitter boo boo bear. (he says it so seriously too..)

ur clingy bf! who wont let you pay for anything and spoils you with everything he can get his hands on.

ur clingy bf! who would and will give the world to you.

thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of u <3

bonus!! —

the sound of the iphone alarm rings throughout the bedroom. a mix of deep, raspy groans and soft whining fill the room, replacing said irritating noise.

you reach to tap the ‘snooze’ button but a hand grabs your arm. he stretches a hand out to hit it instead but missed 5 times before effectively shutting it off. he groans, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your chest.

“babe, get up. you’re too fat, you’re suffocating me.”

“‘s too early to get up, stop squirming,” he reaches a hand up to your face, trying to cover your mouth before you slap it away.

you wriggle in his grasp before stopping, surrendering to his warmth.

“morning, my sweet waffle with honey, maple syrup and berries on top.”

there was a good few seconds of silence to make you realise he’s not joking and genuinely calls you that.

upon imaging the image of waffles in your mind, the idea obviously makes your stomach grumble. you wanted to get up and make some but forgot about the tired guy on your chest.

with a loud groan, you drag him with you out of bed. you can definitely hear his quiet giggles as he brings the blanket with him, perched on his shoulders while you drag him around.

bonus #2!! —

“i got it, i got it!”

“baby, let me pay for it!” you strain out, struggling against his tight embrace. you can feel the vibrations of his chest behind you as he captures your arms in one hand and tries to put the money in the machine with the other.

you squeal when you free your hands from his vice grip and he tickles you to prevent sticking your money in.

“babe, babe stop! i wanna pay, its my turn.”

“i got it, don’t worry. im not gonna let you pay, ill cover it,” he laughs, taking the cash from your hands and slipping it back into your wallet.

at this point, you’re thrashing around in his grasp, not harsh enough to hurt him though. he has his arms hooked under your shoulders to prevent you from moving forward.

“please, let me pay! i got it, its fine!” he protests through his own laughter.

you throw your head back on his shoulder, giggling while trying to free yourself from his grip. he leans downwards and presses several kisses to your face, successfully stopping your movements.

he paid for you again. hey, at least you tried, right?

— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE (star rail) gepard, JING YUAN, SAMPO (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KENMA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, AKAZA (ENCANTO) carlos, CAMILO (ATSV) miguel, MILES, PAVITR () YOUR FAVES

@xyaehir 2023. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

Make up your mind.

Starring: Douma x f!reader ; Akaza x f!reader (love triangle).

Warnings: nsfw, modern au, cheating, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, manipulative behavior, dirty talk, language, slight bsdm, semi-public sex, morally grey reader, use of alcohol, poker, smoking, vaginal sex, remorse, dacryphilia, love triangle, dom!douma, sub!reader.

Plot: you had been dating Akaza for six months, when he decided to let you meet his friends. One of them, though, had set his eyes on you from the moment you first met. The allure of darkness, the red flags hanging from Douma’s back like a cape were a clear signal that you should have kept your distance. Despite that, he had you wrapped around his fingers. Slipping under was easy, way too easy, and before you knew it, he had half of your heart in his sinful hands. A twisted and toxic relationship blossomed. Your innocence was long forgotten and, when you kissed Akaza at the end of the day, before you went to sleep, you felt miserable.

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He had told you he was no good. He had told you to stay away from him, but you could not. Something about him, about the way he talked to you, flirted with you shamelessly and touched you, safe from your date’s eyes, had allured you to fall into his bait.

“He is Douma. My ‘friend’, you could say. He is a jerk, don’t mind his presence. Oh, and stay away from him” Akaza had said that infamous night, introducing you to the silver-haired man, eyeing you up and down from the stool he was sitting on. Ringed fingers, rainbow-colored eyes and a mischivious smirk curling his plumped lips, he was sipping a Bloody Mary absent-mindendly.

The moment you had entered the bar, his eyes were glued on you. He was a womanizer, chasing after ladies was his forte. Yet, there was something about you that he found irresistible. You were so gorgeous, tempting and you were not his. It irked him, the way you leant against Akaza’s shoulder as you slow-danced before his eyes, the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear and how you blushed when he kissed you. Dear God, it was maddeningly deplorable.

He could do better, you deserved better.

You tried not to pay attention to him that night. On the other hand, it would have been rude of you not to talk to him. You were kind, friendly, and the moment Douma noticed you walking towards him with a small, polite smile gracing your lips, he knew he had to take his chance.

“Woah, it looks like Akaza’s finally unleashed you. – he joked, pursuing his lips at you and gesturing for the barman to serve you – Order something, it’s on me” he added shortly, propping his chin on his hand and glancing at you from behind his dark, long eyelashes. He knew exactly what he was doing, he knew how to play his cards and you could sense something about him was off. Then again, you had just met him. Judging a book from its cover was something you were not used to.

You chuckled, your eyes darting on the man behind the counter briefly “A Cosmopolitan, please – you asked him, before locking eyes with Douma – As you can see there’s no collar around my neck” you declared, cocking your head to the side and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Ah, I see! – he beamed, nibbling at the rim of the glass to hide the devious smile curling his lips – Rather foolish of him not to put his pet on the leash. Pervs are everywhere… I could put one on you now, what do you say?” he teased you. You were still naive back then, you thought his flirty, antagonistic antics were just jokes and sarcasm, but it was not. He had not even tried to hide his interest in you right from the start.

“Are you hitting on me?” you asked, quirking your eyebrows up.

Douma grinned, downing the rest of his drink hastily “I don’t know, sweetheart, am I? – he said, tucking his hand into the back-pocket of his ripped jeans to take his wallet out – Does Akaza know you are chatting with me?” he inquired, slamming some dollars on the counter to pay for your drink. His voice was soothing, despite the devilish, dark undertone.

You blushed and flashed a thin-lipped smile at the barman, sliding the cocktail in your direction “Why? Are you really that bad?” you replied, bringing your lips to the glass to take a sip of the pinkish, alcoholic substance.

His eyes clouded over, his hand reaching up to straighten his necktie as he gestured for you to follow him “Come with me. – he chimed, hopping down from his stool and glancing over his shoulder to check on Akaza – I had promised some gentlemen over there to attend a poker match. Wanna be my lucky charm for the night? I don’t bite harshly” he said, winking at you and stressing the last word way too much for your likings. He had avoided your question.

He was mysterious, magnetic, his charm overwhelming. You pondered his offer, your grip on the glass tightening even so slightly. Your eyes searched for your boyfriend, scanning the overcrowded dance-floor in hope to lock eyes with him. But you could not see him. Maybe, you should have declined Douma’s offer, the echoes of Akaza’s words were still ringing in your head, but you thought it was his goofy way to interact with his friend.

You did not want to be alone in that place. Knowing Akaza’s friend better could have not harmed you in any way, right?

“Alright, let’s go! But, if you win, we split the gains” you agreed then, complying his request. A glint of malice sparkled in his eyes, but it was too dark for you to notice, or maybe it was the way his fingertips grazed the small of your back, once you were next to him, to distract you. His touch was far from gentle, it was subtly lascivious. Walking towards the huge, green table at the corner of the bar, you could not help yourself but feel like he was leading you straight into the wolf’s den.

He was self-assured, enticing, the smug smile on his face never faded. You sighed, half-lidded eyes peeking down at the cards on the table, as he ducked his head down towards you. His breath fanned your earlobe and you faltered, accidentally spilling a few drops of your drink on the exposed skin of your thigh.

“Careful, darling – Douma murmured, his hand sneakily slithering down your leg, until his thumb reached the wet spot beading your smooth skin – It’s curious how the cards show me two kings and a queen, isn’t it?” he purred, suavely brushing his finger against your tender flesh to collect the droplets.

If you thought it was a bold move, making you flinch, hands shaking under his sinful touch, and forcing you to settle your glass on the table, not to drop it on the floor, what he did next made you question for how long he had been planning this. Mouth agape, you watched the way he brought his thumb up to his plumped lips. His tongue swirled over it, collecting the fruity, alcoholic substance, while he never broke the intense eye-contact he had made with you.

Your cheeks flushed up, your heart thrumming against your ribcage although you should have slapped him and left him there, alone. You could not move, you were paralyzed. Zoning out, you hesitantly averted your eyes from him. The voices of the men laughing, cussing at the table, the smoke flinging all around you and the music playing a soft tune through the speakers seemed so distant. You felt dizzy, ashamed, worried. Where was Akaza?

You stood up, not bothering to warn your boyfriend’s friend about your sudden decision to go out and look for him. You needed Akaza, but you also needed some fresh air. What had happened at the table? What had happened with Douma?

You stumbled down the dance floor, pushing people out of your way, until you finally reached the door. The cool summer night grazed your naked back, but the heat on your cheeks was still yet to cool down. Douma was no good. He was insanely poisonous, dangerous, deadly.

You walked down the sidewalk, hoping to finally spot Akaza, but he was not there. He was not there and your head was spinning. You leant against the wall, dazed, your hand diving into your purse in search for your phone, but just before you could tap on Akaza’s number, a tall figure loomed over you.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your back flattened against the wall behind you in a pathetic attempt to distance yourself from him, from his captivating multicolored hues. He hummed, hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers. He seemed to be about to devour you, the way he patently stared at you, the way he chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully. He was definitely enjoying the view of you, a little girl, scared of him.

His aura seemed to strangle you. Nothing about him was good, nothing. His villainous intents were plastered over his handsome face, present in his sugarcoated words, in his sardonic smile.

A sadist. He was a sadist.

“What do you want from me?” you breathed out, averting your eyes from him.

Douma scoffed, feigning offence at your words “I was checking on you, love. – he cooed, cocking his head to the side – And, for the records, I was also going to tell you that I’ve won”.

“You won?” you breathed out, switching the topic of your conversation on something else. However, you regretted it, as he took a step forward. Then another. You watched his expensive shoes approaching you, you felt the cold droplets of sweat running down your back, while you realised that there was no where to run.

His silvery hair glowed under the dim moonlight and, once he was right in front of you, his hands reached out, resting flatly against the wall and caging you between the his strong arms.

“I play to win. – he whispered, his breath fanning your lips, reminding you that mere inches divided your mouths – And I always fucking win. It’s factual, love” he added, one of his hand flying down to your hip and stroking it in a way you hated to love in that very moment.

He was crawling under your skin.

“You need to stop” you hissed, through gritted teeth.

“Stop what, love?”.

“Stop calling me ‘love’, you jerk” you snapped, wrapping your hand around his wrist in a mere attempt to push him away from you. No matter how hard you tried, though. You did not even manage to make him take a step back. On the contrary, he sneered at you, his hand roughly grasping your jaw as he forced you to keep the eye-contact with him.

“Easy there, love. – he said, quirking his eyebrows up – Why does it bother you that much, huh? Oh, wait, I got it… Is this how he calls you when he fucks you? Ah, there it is. That’s the look I was—….”.

It was enough. You were done with him, with the things he said, with the way he was messing with your head in a way you did not think could be possible for a first encounter. What was that? How could he do that?

You watched the way his head snapped to the side for the harsh impact of your hand smacking his face. He grinned, leaning back and allowing you to finally sneak away. Watery eyes and heavy breaths leaving your lips, you jogged towards the entrance of the bar, only to hear him call after you.

“Bye, Y/N”.

You met him again at a dinner, a week later. He apologized, but you were one hundred percent sure he did not mean it. You saw the way he avoided to meet Akaza’s gaze, you saw how he had darted his eyes away from you two, when your boyfriend got tipsy and kissed you passionately on Muzan’s couch.

He clenched his jaw, when you melted under your boyfriend’s touch. It should have been him, he knew how to please you. He just had to be patient. Nothing lasts forever and your love for Akaza would have expired in a few.

After a while, Douma drew a cigarette from his packet and made his way upstairs, to the terrace. He did not say a word, no one seemed to care anyway, but you did. You watched him disappear from your sight, while running your fingers through Akaza’s hair. He was in the middle of a serious conversation with the raven-haired man and you were actually getting rather tired of it.

Out of curiousity, you planted a kiss on your boyfriend’s temple and told him you were going to call your mother for checking out on her. It was a lie, obviously. Then again, what could you do? The thrill of the hunt, the thrill of knowning him better was unbearable. Also, you needed answers. What did Douma want from you?

“Don’t worry, dear. Take your time” Akaza told you, squeezing your hand reassuringly, before turning his attention back at Muzan.

You shot an apologetic glance at them, before grabbing your phone and ambling towards the marble steps, leading you to the unknown, to the dark prince keeping you wide awake at night. You found him at the terrace, for some obscure reason you felt like he had been waiting for you. His cigarette hanged from his lips, his elbows resting on the railing as his back faced the city-line. The night breeze made his hair swing around his sharp visage, as he glanced at you standing on the veranda.

“Hello again” he uttered, taking the cigarette between his index and middle finger.

You nodded your head at him, discarding your phone on a nearby table “Hi” you simply said, folding your arms against your chest.

It was hard not to think about what had happened a week ago. Things should have been odd between you two, yet nothing weird or inappropriate had been said or done. At least, until now. Your shoulder brushed against his one, as you joined him at the railing, and you shivered. Oh, how badly you wished it was for your poor choice of items.

“What’s happened? Wait, let me guess, the king of hearts bored you stiff” he broke the ice, exaling through his nostrils. He resembled a dragon, his seraphic demeanor only fueling your imagination.

You narrowed your eyes at him, propping your chin on the back of your hand “And I assume you are the king of spades ready to save the night, aren’t you?” you sarcastically commented, smiling faintly, as he chuckled and put out the cigarette on the railing, before throwing it away.

“The king of hearts is overrated, rather tedious…” he trailed off, eyeing you up and down slowly. You were frustrated. Reading him was impossible. He was the most enigmatic person you had ever met.

Douma cleared his throat, circling you until he was standing right behind you. You stood there, frozen, heart skipping a beat in anticipation, when he pressed his chest against your back. His cold hands danced over your hips, his mouth hovering over your ear, as he whispered his scandalous proposal to you.

“Would the queen like the king of spades to show her what he can offer to her?” he purred, earning a gasp from you, when he roughly grasped your waist and ground his groin against your ass.

He was crossing the line. You were letting him touching you like that. It was not like the night you slapped him across his face. No. It was different. You were resilient, you were tangled into the web he had had no trouble in weaving around you.

Douma hummed, his calloused hands slipping under the skirt of you dress, palming your thighs, your ass as he slowly let his fingers travel up to the waistband of your panties. What was he doing? It was a public place. Muzan, Kokushibo and Akaza could have walked in any minute. People down the streets could have seen you and your cheeks flushed up at the thought of being exposed to the world.

“Wait, let’s go inside, they could—” you protested, only for him to clasp his hand over your mouth and leave a trail of wet kisses down your jugular.

“Let them see. I want them to see. – he whispered, dragging your panties down your legs – Also, this is the exciting part, don’t you think?” he asked you, giving your hair a yank to make you arch your back for him.

You blushed, the metallic sound of his belt when he unbuckled it making you realize what you were about to do. You had always been a loyal partner, cheating was not in your nature. Then again, what was happening in that goddamn house? Why did you feel Douma’s shaft line up to your aching entrance, why were you bent over the railing?

In a swift motion, he entered you. A moan of pleasure fell from your lips, as his length stretched you out in a way Akaza had never done. Douma was feral, harsh with you, but pasionate. He groaned in your ear as he bottomed out, his hand wrapped around your throat to keep you in a firm chokehold.

“You should see your face now. Come on, love, why don’t you tell your boyfriend about the lewd faces I have made you do, huh? Tell him how your pussy has been owned by me, do it!” he pressed, watching as a tear fell from your lashes for the total lack of foreplay before the penetration. Despite it, though, you were soaking wet and your walls squeezed him up perfectly.

He kissed your temple, pulling out of you until just the tip was buried into your core “Oh, make sure you’re ready to swallow, because I intend to ruin your pretty little mouth too” he singsonged, before thrusting back into you.

You squirmed, batting your eyes close and holding onto the railing for dear life, as he pounded into you relentlessly. The pressure in your abdomen was coiling significantly, second by second, and you tried your best not to melt under his touch. In a minute, he had been able to find your g-spot, your spongy walls spasming around his shaft as you lolled your head back onto his shoulder.

“Make up your mind, love. – he rasped, connecting your lips for a sloppy kiss – If it’s him the one you want, the one you love, why are you here, letting me fuck you?” he inquired, as you climaxed around him. You moaned his name and it was enough for him to pull out of your core, watching as you deligently dropped to your knees and waited for him to spill his seed onto your tongue.

Douma smiled, his eyes transfixed on the tears peeking at the angles of your eyes as he shoved his length into your mouth and released his seed down your welcoming throat.

You told yourself it was the first and the last time something like that happened, but you knew it was a lie. During the night you snuggled onto Akaza’s chest, searching for comfort or redemption, but you were corrupted to the core. How could you still look at him in the face and tell him that he was the only one? How could you do it, when you had been having a secret affaire with Douma for three months?

So, when Akaza kissed your cheek, you pretended to be asleep, because you could not bear the sight of him whispering “I love you” against your lips.

From that day at the bar, you started to hate cards.

Author note.

Hello there!

Ding-dong, I’m on my highway to hell lmao xD. I hope you have enjoyed this twisted Douma’s fic. I am a whore for this man, sorry not sorry! Anyway, I dedicate this one-shot to the lovely @doumadono ❤️

I hope not to have failed your expectations!

WRITTEN

CHARACTERS. kibutsuji muzan, akaza, doma ︴WC. 4.8k

SYNOPSIS. your parents had raised you to believe that everything happened for a reason, that everything was connected to fate in a sense. it just made no sense how they chose you, of all people.

WARNINGS. PURGE!AU, DARK CONTENT, NONCON, fear play, fuck-or-die, choking, no prep, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampies, blood-sucking, cum-eating, breaking bones, biting, elements of cannibalism, sadism, reader loses consciousness, giyuu is featured as a love interest; this is by far the grossest thing i’ve ever written.

✉️. for those who might have forgotten, marechi blood is the rare blood type that demons go crazy over as it’s super intoxicating.

this is the prequel of another 2K SPECIAL fic i have, featuring tengen and sanemi: SALVATION — which means you can read this as part one :)

“gotcha!”

your loud shriek echoed across the nightmarish forest at the words being whispered right into your ear.

leaves were rustling and branches snapping to your left and right, behind and in front of you, but there was no one.

at the beginning of this cat-and-mouse game, your senses were still good enough to somehow catch up with the demon chasing you down. but now? you had entirely lost track of time, but it had to be more than two hours of futilely hiding behind and on top of trees, before hearing or feeling him close, and escaping further into the woods.

your attempts to outsmart the upper moon were in vain, you had realized that at the very beginning. there was no way that you, a mealy kanoe ranked demon slayer, could overpower or even just run from that monster. you had nothing on him.

DOMA, upper moon two. it was terrible, terrible luck that you two had crossed paths. you were not prepared in the slightest. one could argue that as a demon slayer, you had to be prepared for anything at any given time.

but meeting one of the strongest demons while on a mission to eliminate demons that were actually fitting of your rank had not been in your plan. you hadn’t asked for or expected any of this, actually.

where your crow was, you had no idea either. it wasn’t even there to give you directions into this dizzying, dark forest of death where demons were said to lure innocent girls in.

you felt cheated. it was odd how you hadn’t gotten sent on a single mission so far, and suddenly, you had. where was that damn bird when you needed it? it could’ve flown off to notify any demon slayers nearby for help hours ago. it was like that useless crow of yours had set you up for failure

“okay, you know what?” you stopped running suddenly, hand placed on the sword fixated against your hip as you turned around. while gasping for air, you wiped at your sweaty forehead, hissing at the gash on your upper arm. “i’m done running and playing games. just come out.”

upon recovering your stamina a bit, enough to properly utilize your enhanced senses, your eyes sharply snapped to one of the trees, revealing a shadowy figure sitting cross-legged on a thick tree branch, waving down at you sweetly.

“tired already?” the lilt in his voice was mocking, condescending almost. “how disappointing. i was just starting to have fun!”

the light of the full moon illuminating through wavering leaves revealed the demon in question.

wide, rainbow-colored eyes creased when they met yours as the moon shone even brighter to flash you his rank as if once again telling you you didn’t stand a chance. even nature seems to have found a way to laugh in your face at a moment like this. the demons’s platinum blonde hair flowed slightly in the wind, and you felt captivated by his presence alone.

how could a demon look so… divine? it made no sense to you. he looked so perfect and pretty that you felt dizzy.

he didn’t make a move to stand up, kill you or do anything, merely opting to place his face in his palm, long, blue fingernails tapping against a pale cheek. the way he observed you made you shiver. more so when his lifeless lips stretched into a scary grin, mouth opening to reveal a set of poignant fangs to you.

the tip of his long tongue left his mouth to run over his lips and teeth at the sight and scent of your blood. it made him so delirious, and you had no idea. of course he wouldn’t let you go with a blood type as rare as yours.

your blood smelled so tasty to him that the fingers he was tapping against his cheeks cramped up, making veins pulsate on his hand and face, begging and yearning for your crimson.

he had to have you.

your heart beat so fast against your ribcage that you felt it in your throat. everything about him told you to run, to save yourself, but your head told you that it wasn’t of any use. there was no getting away from this demon.

“you do look exhausted, though,” he added after being met with nothing but silence on your behalf, “is the demon hunter life not treating you well? i do know something else that might. wanna hear?”

you didn’t want to hear what he had to say. before you could tell him to zip it, he already continued talking. “you have two choices, darling,” he cooed, lifting his index and middle finger as if you were illiterate. “i either devour you, or you become a demon. directly under yours truly!”

huh?

doma totally disregarded the irritation on your face as he chuckled into his palm. it was basically a monologue at this point. he was so full of himself. like he was some sort of god. there was a high chance he thought of himself that way.

“well, what’s it going to be?” he pressed, “you should be grateful i’m even giving you a choice, sweetie.” when he again didn’t get a response, he stifled a yawn while his hand dug into his skin, drawing blood. “this… is getting boring—”

“do you ever shut up?” you scowled at him, and his innocent smile dropped instantly at your words and the glare on your face. “i’m trying to conjure up enough energy to fight you, and all you do is get on my nerves.”

truth to be told, it was most likely the adrenaline of staring death in the face that made you respond to the powerful demon like that. maybe there was also a pinch of despair upon dying so soon included there. you were just 19, your life was supposed to begin just now.

in reality, it had ended when you’d been pushed to join the demon slayer corps. in a family that had strictly let all of its children join said organization for generations, you were no exception.

“you’ll understand soon enough,” your mother had told you plainly while your father wouldn’t even face you, “you were born for this. to avenge our ancestors.”

looking from your sword that you carefully retracted from its sheath, then back to doma, almost made you chuckle.

this was the demon kanae kocho, former flower pillar and sister of the current insect pillar, had given her life fighting against. it wasn’t even in the equation that you could inflict any kind of injury on him.

but, you were born for this. this was written.

“for that comment alone, you’d be in pieces already by my hands,” doma pouted, feigning to be hurt, “but since you are so keen on fighting me, i will grant you that wish. oh, how generous of me!”

the stoicism was still deeply etched in your features as you concentrated your breathing while the hand you had wrapped around the sword’s handle was shaking. doma waited patiently for you to attack, smile reappearing on his lips as he smelled your fear.

you smelled delicious. he couldn’t wait to feast on you. he had always looked forward to eating young, pretty women like you, but this was different. this was an excitement he’d never felt before. and he knew exactly why.

even in your concentrated state, you failed to notice the two other strong presences approaching where you two were. they hadn’t expected that doma actually found someone as stupid as you to enter this forest on a day like this.

before you could utter out your breathing style and its form, a cold hand found the back of your neck from behind, the slightest touch being enough to send you flying against the closest tree.

the next time you opened your eyes, you found yourself on the ground, staining the soil and grass beneath you with the blood you were hacking up.

that one blow was so powerful — hell, it wasn’t even a strike. it was just a hand touching you. what kind of creature could be so powerful?

with great efforts, you supported yourself on your hands to sit up, opening your left eye slowly as you now had blood flowing all over your right one from a gash on your forehead.

when your open eye drifted ahead and then higher, you were met with a pair of red, devilish eyes. your eye covered in blood snapped open, both of them growing wide at the man — there was no way in hell he was a human — standing in front of you.

“how weak,” he uttered, while you could barely breathe, paralyzed on the spot at how much energy radiated off of him. he was dressed in all black, in rather formal wear, definitely looking out of place.

his skin looked too pale to be normal. and, you felt your heart dropping all the way to your gut when he breathed through his mouth, making sharp canines glisten under the moonlight.

you were downright petrified. what kind of demon was he? he had to be one. but he was no upper moon. was there any kind of higher group you hadn’t been told about—

“lord MUZAN! you wasted at least five ounces of her valuable blood,” doma’s chuckles sounded from behind the man — did he just say lord muzan? “i’m sure i could have defended myself. just got a little… riled up from her scent.”

muzan… muzan… oh fuck.

demon king kibutsuji muzan. he was standing in front of you in all his glory. and you couldn’t curse your fate more. his presence was so intense that the hands you’d supported against the ground wobbled, making you fall back down again as you wheezed pathetically.

his eyes seemed to twist at the sight of the blood on your face and arm, kimono ripped on your upper arm by now to reveal tender, injured skin. his pupils dilated, but other than that, he didn’t seem unhinged or distracted. it seemed like he had a resistance to whatever was up with you — which you still had no clue about.

“l-lord muzan.” another voice sounded, a more timid one, reserved even, and you were barely able to look past the demon king to see a third of the bunch. through blurry eyes, you sighted yellow eyes with blue sclerae with the writing upper moon in one, and three in the other.

you were done for.

“do not question why you are here, AKAZA. you should know very well why.” muzan didn’t bother facing either of his two henchmen. the pink-haired flinched a little at the tone of his lord, staying at a respectful distance from you as his body tensed up, while doma giddily approached the two, and you.

“stand up,” the demon king ordered you, and you gulped, shakily doing so. your sword was laying somewhere, having been flung away from your hand when he had thrown you across the woods. you wiped your face as well as possible, about to clean your palm afterward on the fabric of your ruined kimono, but doma tutted with a crazed grin. “don’t do that. leave that blood right there.”

you didn’t understand. they were about to kill and eat you anyway. so what did a little bit of your worthless blood wasted matter? you were going to be sitting in their stomachs in a few minutes from now.

“she has… no idea,” akaza stated as his pink eyebrows creased, making the blue stripes across his face shift a little as he started salivating. doma was barely able to contain his excited giggles. “oh, my… poor thing.”

“w-what?” was all you were able to muster up as you leaned against the tree trunk behind you, legs nearly giving up on you. your eyes never left those of muzan, neither did his yours. you were so scared of evaporating into thin air if you moved as much as an inch.

“that blood of yours,” the tallest of the three grinned, licking his lips, “ever heard of marechi blood?” your face went blank. there was no way. doma ended up laughing like you had just cracked the best joke.

there was no way you had the most desirable blood type. the one that demons went crazy over and ripped each other to shreds for.

akaza shook his head in disbelief. “i despise this guy,” he uttered, all while muzan stayed calm. or seemed calm on the exterior. the other two, not so much. they’d already have jumped you if their lord wasn’t here, you were certain.

they acted like it was just a mundane scenario between them. like it was normal. it probably was. but for you, not really. not when you were in limbo between life and death, quite literally.

it spilled from your lips before you could stop yourself. blame it your survival instinct.

“please don’t kill me,” you mumbled with wide doe eyes while your fingers dug into the tree trunk, causing splinters to dig into your skin that made you pull away like you had been burned.

every droplet of blood would make the situation way worse than it already was, and it did, shown by akaza’s and doma’s breaths getting heavier by the second.

“i’ll do anything. i wasn’t trying to find either of you… i was just after—”

muzan lifted his hand, and you winced, instantly cutting yourself off. “i didn’t ask you to talk, human,” he spat.

the demon slayer corps suddenly crossed your mind. would the pillars also have begged for your life like you had just done? they would have spat in your face if they saw and heard this, for sure. perhaps you should be ashamed.

but then again, none of them have been cornered by three of the strongest demons to have ever existed. none of them had ever faced the demon king, as far as you knew. or any of the upper moons.

so, you felt anything but shame in this very moment. you just wanted to get out of the situation alive.

“what do you think she meant by anything, lord muzan?” the upper moon two quipped, thick eyebrows raising as he took in the sight of your fearful self. “i’m curious. care to elaborate, stupid little thing?”

tears of despair welled up in your eyes, which made doma cock his head to the side and jut his lower lip up. “is this really necessary?” akaza glared at the other upper moon, eyes narrowing. “she is obviously scared for her life, doma. cut the crap.”

“don’t be such a buzzkill. i know you want a taste of her as well,” the long-haired demon laughed, eyes disappearing into small crescents, “they always taste so much better when scared. you wouldn’t know that, of course. but there’s a first time for everything, right lord akaza? it will be my first time tasting this blood, too.”

said demon didn’t respond. it was muzan who spoke again. “if you want to live,” his bland voice made you grit your teeth to stop your lips from trembling, “then strip.”

you had no time to process muzan’s order — literally no time, as he looked like he’d make you vanish if you didn’t comply. with your cheeks burning in shame, you slid your kimono off, making it thud to the grass beneath you as you now stood in your underwear, socks and slippers. doma suddenly stood in front of you, hand wrapped around your injured arm as he leaned forward to bite a chunk off. you choked back a scream.

“doma,” muzan warned, causing the demon to stop with sharp teeth grazing your soft skin, being so close to your blood, and he could feel his cock twitching, fully hard at this point. “akaza is first. move aside.”

with a whine, doma pulled away, barely able to do so as his body and his dick diligently tried to keep him right where you were.

“what am i supposed to do, lord muzan?,” the pink-haired demon questioned as politely as possible, while fighting against his twitching hands that wanted you. “i don’t… i don’t hurt women.”

the man with black, curly hair gritted his teeth as he sent akaza a glare that was quick to get him back to his senses.

you didn’t want to be here for even a second. you just wanted to pass out and wake up again when this entire ordeal was over. you felt so exposed, so bare — which you were, halfway — as the cold night air made goosebumps form on your skin.

what were they planning to do to you? if their goal was to kill and eat you, they would have done so long ago, wouldn’t they? they wouldn’t be wasting their time like this if they could have just easily finished the job in a matter of minutes.

not that you had any idea how long demons took to digest a body, but judging by the hunger in those demons’ eyes, you were sure it wouldn’t be long. come to think of it, you really didn’t want to think about getting eaten. it was even worse than thinking about death solely by itself.

the last thing you’d want is to be sitting in their stomachs.

which was why you had to go along with whatever they had in mind. it could only be terrible, given that they were demons, but you guessed that anything was better than dying.

“have a taste,” muzan told the shorter demon who gulped while approaching you with bare feet as if you were something he was terrified of. was he scared of women or something like that? it confused you. you didn’t want to grant yourself the relief of knowing that there was one among the three who didn’t want to hurt you — he was a demon for a reason, still.

akaza stared at your body like it was the first time he had seem a woman like this. with every cautious step he took toward you, you backed away further into the tree. you had no room to move away, nowhere to run.

his fingers that were painted dark blue until above his knuckles settled on your shoulder, and you jumped at how cold his touch felt. shaky digits reached the gash on your arm, and you bit your lip when they mindlessly dug into it, causing more blood to be drawn out. he retracted his fingers seconds later to raise them to his mouth, sniffling and licking them with his yellow eyes never leaving your teary ones.

you knew you were done for when even the one who was opposed to hurting you had his eyes rolling into the back of his head when he sucked his digits clean of your blood. all the control and self-restraint in him left with one single act.

the same hand shot up roughly against your neck, pinning you against the tree as you spluttered at the suddenness. insanity was mirrored in his eyes as he ripped your bra off your body, followed by your panties, all while you choked and squirmed in his death grip. you were sure he’d snap your neck in half if he applied any more pressure than he was right now.

your hands weakly pulled at his striped forearm, but he was far too gone to notice. “t-turn around,” he stuttered with a strained voice. eventually, he let go of your neck, bending his wrist backward so it forcefully snapped from your throat. his broken bones regenerated at the speed of light while you were gasping for air, knowing you’d have died if he had held that grip on you a little longer.

“you nearly killed our prey, lord akaza,” doma taunted the pink-haired demon, “take it slow. want me to—” a low growl erupting from his throat cut the higher-ranked upper moon off, and he positioned you so your chest was pressed against the cold wood, back arching uncomfortably.

you sniffled and panted when the fabric of his loose pants came in touch with your bare ass, and weak cries of objection spilled from your mouth. your throat was hurting, you couldn’t really breathe, your arm hurt, you were scared for your life.

was he really going to—

“n-no, please—” you protested weakly, hands flailing behind you to push at akaza’s body, do anything to stop him from doing any more of what he was doing. he had pulled his pulsating, needy cock out that was oozing with precum, distributing it over your exposed cunt messily as he humped you for some relief.

“such a pretty pussy,” doma snickered, “she doesn’t smell like a virgin. i wonder who’s had the honor of being inside of her. some lucky, mortal bastard...”

tears of despair dripped down your face when an image of him flashed across your head. you two had never been able to actually become anything more than two people who weren’t supposed to meet up and get intimate with each other. but, that made it more difficult to stay away from each other.

which was why you’d always ended up entangled in each other’s bare bodies, drawing out the prettiest sounds from each other. giyuu

“shut up, doma,” akaza grunted as he sloppily tried slipping his cockhead inside you, slipping up a few times, which made him feel frustrated. “i don’t want to hear your annoying voice. just— oh, fuck!”

you felt like throwing up when he slid his long cock inside of you in one go. a weak, hoarse moan was all you could let out as your wrists were grabbed carelessly by akaza to hold them behind your back.

he forced your back to arch even more, bringing your bare upper body against his scarcely clothed one, and he started fucking you against the tree. your eyes were wide and glassy, countless tears streaming down your cold cheeks as he fucked you so hard that your face got bruised by how it rubbed against the tree trunk.

akaza’s lips blindly found your bleeding upper arm to lap at it with his hot tongue, making you cry out in pain at the burn of his saliva touching your wound. it felt like alcohol was being poured all over it.

he sucked at your wound until you started feeling lightheaded, and it was just his tight grip on you that was keeping you from collapsing to the ground. akaza’s boyish moans and grunts filled your ears, and you felt ashamed when you felt yourself producing arousal.

you didn’t want this. not at all. it wasn’t your fault your body was reacting like this. you didn’t mean to betray giyuu like this—

“you’re— so… hah… tight!” with that, the upper moon three emptied himself inside of you without a warning, your own body twitching at the sudden feeling of being filled up. he pulled out almost instantly to stagger away, revealing the lower side of his face that was coated with your blood.

doma was quick to catch you, turning you back around while you coughed and tried to regain your composure, shivering from the demon seed running down your thighs.

“how cute,” he chuckled, and you felt his long, claw-like nail nearing your hole to scoop akaza’s remaining cum out, “open up, dollface.” when you didn’t and instead shook your head feebly, he shoved his long fingers inside of your mouth anyway, making you gag on them as the taste of bitterness coated your taste buds.

through half-lidded, fuzzy eyes, you saw muzan standing right where he had stood before. “let’s give lord muzan a show, shall we?” doma smiled sweetly before lifting your body with ease, bending your legs at the knees to wrap them around his clothed hips.

he was impatient, hands quickly ridding himself of his pants to impale you on his cock. this time, you were way too dazed to even be reacting to it. it didn’t hurt as much as it had hurt with akaza either, given that you were now wetter than you had been before.

doma chuckled breathlessly as he was inside of you, grinning diabolically as he supported your back against the tree. “what a pretty sight… eyes on me, little toy.”

your chest was now on full display, littered with bruises and cuts that the cult leader leapt forward to suck at, moaning at the coppery taste. his thrusts were slower and more calculated than akaza’s, but they were just as rough.

your eyes rolled back when his fangs dug into your chest, breaking the skin and suckling on your supple tit as you writhed in pain before it turned into numbness. with every thrust and every bite, you started feeling less. your vision got darker than it was, and no more quiet sounds of ‘no’ and ‘please’ would be formed in your mouth.

everything felt weird, everything was spinning, and before you knew it, you’d blacked out.

you were brought back seconds later by doma, who wouldn’t have you passing out on him. he hated fucking corpses, after all. such a shame you had no more fight left in you. well, at least you were pretty and your blood was nutritious.

the harsh smack delivered across your face had your head whipping to the side, and you were suddenly hyper-aware of your surroundings. not much had changed, doma was still jackhammering into you, and no one was there to help you.

more biting, sucking and a few more seconds of brutally pounding into you made you reach an unwanted climax as well that forced doma to cream inside your tightening walls with a low whine. he took a minute to recover before pulling out of your heavenly pussy, making his white cream dribble down your abused hole.

you should be grateful he came inside a worthless and weak human like you.

doma mindlessly let your battered body hit the ground, and you didn’t even hear or see muzan approaching until the tip of his dress shoe tilted your face up forcefully by your chin.

you had no more energy to struggle against it anymore. if you lost any more blood, you probably wouldn’t recover. what difference would it make if you did recover? you had gotten violated by demons. there was no more purpose for you.

giyuu was going to hate you.

“open your mouth.” muzan’s monotonous voice could be heard, although muffled, as your ears kept ringing, announcing that you were at your wit’s end. sitting up with the remaining power you had left, you parted your lips and squinted your eyes shut. you could tell what was coming.

“a whorish, weak slayer like you does not deserve my seed inside of you, let alone deserve to touch me.” his words were streaked with venom, like he had a personal vendetta against you, like you’d done anything to hurt him.

the sounds of slick and something slippery caught your ears, but you didn’t dare open your eyes. he was going to taint your face and mouth too, now. to make sure no spot of your being was untouched by demons.

you were surprised at how resistant your body had been throughout it all. for someone as weak as you, you didn’t snap so easily. but you weren’t going to survive this anyway, so it didn’t matter.

at least you’d tried.

when ropes of muzan’s hot cum hit your cheeks, lips and nose, you recoiled, feeling disheartened and utterly humiliated. all you could do is shake on the ground as you let the translucent liquid drip down your face and body.

you could hear retreating footsteps until only one more presence was nearby. it was doma.

“come to think of it. who even sent you here on a day like this?”

a droplet of cum landed on the back of your hand, and it felt so hot and weird, so inhumane that it burned your skin.

“today’s purge today, a day meant for demons to ravage in these woods. anyone who told you to come here wanted this to happen to you. or who knows, maybe you asked for it!”

your mind was far too woozy to be thinking about it, but… it did make sense in a way. was that why your crow hadn’t accompanied you here all the way?

“but oh well, at least you served a greater purpose! we didn’t even feel the need to devour you. such luck.”

how lucky you were. it was written that you’d be surviving. maybe this was what your parents had talked to you about?

it seemed almost too calculated when you passed out, and awoke to two familiar voices around you, bickering among each other hushedly. a pair of bulky, strong arms covered your remaining decency as fuchsia and lavender eyes exchanged glances.

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Hello there, can I please request headcanons for Akaza, Douma and Kokushibou with the reader (also upper moon) who is quiet, always wearing a mask and often follows them around like a bodyguard? :D

(I‘m sorry if this is kinda weird I just really liked the idea and thought it would be cute :>)

They’re cute together, aren’t they?

I love them so much

character(s) : kokushibo, doma, akaza

reader : gender neutral

genre : fluff

cw : none

kokushibo ;

not rlly bothered by you following him around and such

nor is he bothered that you’re quiet , in fact , he prefers you being quiet than talking tbh

wonders why you wear a mask all the time , but he won’t pry

low-key has a soft spot for you , but wouldn’t admit it out loud for various reasons

likes you because one time doma was annoying him , and you just stepped in front of him , hand out in a stop motion

whenever he’s out and about , you’re always on the look out for danger or humans getting in the way

doma ;

enjoys your company

due to the fact that the other upper moons find him annoying , he usually talks to you even if you don’t say much

has asked you a few times why you wear a mask , only to not get a response

somewhat sees you as a child , with the way you follow him around and all

if you decide to follow him when he’s with his cult , he doesn’t mind tbh

as long as when questioned you don’t say anything , he’s fine with it

invites you to join him with his feasts , even if you decline , he won’t mind as long as you stay near him

one time he was eating some of the people in his cult , only for someone to barge in without knocking , you killed them on sight without hesitatoion

doma thanked you for that

akaza ;

when you started following him around he was low-key annoyed

would always ask you to stop following him , only for you to ignore him

he didn’t like being ignored

and so , you guys fought

it was a draw , surprisingly

akaza now lets you follow him around , because you’re strong and he likes strong people / demons

at first he thought you were some weakling , only for him to be completely wrong

he likes you even more if you attack doma when he pisses him off

doesn’t bother asking you about the mask , it’s your business

authors note ;

apologies if any of these characters seem ooc , still practicing my writing skills

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So I saw your post abt a gn reader thats an uppermoon thats shy and follows Kokushibo, Akaza, & Douma (separately) I believe. Would you mind to do a very talkative reader that follows them around(uppermoon) because they have monophobia/autophobia?

character(s) — kokushibo, akaza, doma

fandom — demon slayer

reader — gn

cw — reader has anxiety, brief mentions of childhood trauma

KOKUSHIBO — UPPER MOON 1

he wouldn’t mind, he’s pretty chill with it

when you start talking to him he usually just nods his head now and again, to show you that he’s listening

if any of the other upper moons complain about your behaviour towards him he won’t hesitate to put them in their place

he always alllows you to join him wherever he is (unless if he’s in an upper moon meeting) but dw he’ll be back asap

if you’re like this because of childhood trauma he tells you you can tell him about it if you’re comfortable with doing so, if not he’s ok with that too

DOMA — UPPER MOON 2

rlly enjoys your company (mainly cause no one else is really fond of his company and he low key feels lonely sometimes)

your talkative behaviour is appreciated also, since he likes hearing you talk about whatever comes to mind

whenever he has to be with his cult he’ll insist that you sit next to him, no questions asked

likes that you follow him around like a lost puppy, it makes his god complex sky rocket, but he also likes that he’s never alone

AKAZA — UPPER MOON 3

acts like it bothers him but dw cause it doesn’t

he’s like touch starved and has felt lonely for a long time, so he actually appreciates you in his shadow

whenever you start talking, he seems like he isn’t listening but he is, he’s just focusing on multiple things at once and he’s also not the best with talking in general

if you’re ever anxious when he goes somewhere for a bit (like an upper moon meeting), he’ll try his best to comfort you, albeit a bit rusty