#Akaza x y/n

[vrystalius]

Their kisses — Demons.

How do they kiss? Where are their favourite areas to?

Pairing: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Gyutaro x gn!reader

Summary: How do they kiss, what do they prefer

Genre: Fluff

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Note: Next one will be with the SQ men!

Kokushibo // Upper Moon One // Michikatsu

As a traditional man, he prefers to give you affections in private but as compensation, Kokushibo’s kisses are always passionate and loving. His cool hands cup your face and angle it perfectly for him to lean down and place his lips on yours. He lingers there for a moment before pulling away with a small, fond smile.

He doesn’t like placing a kiss anywhere else but your face since if you ever want to reincorporate his affection, you’ll have a hard time finding any space on his face to place it. His jaw and forehead are available but are still not his favourite areas to be kissed. His and your lips meeting each other are the way to go.

Your kisses are one of the few things that make his whole body be showered in warmth and his stomach bloom. Kokushibo feels both slightly humiliated at how easily you can destroy his carefully crafted being but also relieved at how you allow him to feel nicer emotions again.

Douma // Upper Moon Two

Who is he if not the type to shower you in kisses and affection everywhere and at any time. He grins and sometimes even takes a small bite and pulls your skin a little. You have to brace yourself every time his large eyes lock onto you as he approaches, twirling you around by your waist to pull you closer before smashing his lips onto yours over and over, showering you in many, light kisses.

He doesn’t shy away from doing it in front of others either; Douma is completely whipped for you and not afraid to show off how much he adores his partner. Even if you will catch some confused glances from other followers of his or maybe or a glare from a disgusted, pink haired and blue striped demon.

His favourite area to kiss are your hands. They cup his face, brush through his hair, hold his hands and work very hard every day. They deserve some pampering, a kiss on your knuckles is the least this demon can do! And if he kisses your knuckles, your palm must be appreciated as well, and your arm, your bicep, your shoulders too…

Akaza // Upper Moon Three // Hakuji

He still gets shy despite however long your relarionship may have been going on for and he still mumbles small “May I?”s before placing his lips anywhere on your body. Consent is important to him and so is reminding you of his love.

His kisses always feel very careful, as if Akaza is holding back all his power and trying his very best not to damage your fragile being in any way. His favourite areas are your cheek and jawline, leaving trails of kisses everywhere he could get his lips onto. The demon has surprisingly a lot of affection to give.

He adores receiving your kisses as much as he loves showering you in them and he doesn’t have a favourite area to receive them, although his face flushes in an even brighter pink when you kiss his neck or collarbone. Akaza is just extremely ticklish there, that’s all.

Gyutaro Shabana // Upper Moon Six

Gyutaro barely ever kisses you. Not that he doesn’t like doing it— he adores it more than anything in this world, believe him, his ruined mind told him that his lips are too dirty, teeth too yellow and tongue too disgusted to be worthy of kissing someone as perfect as you. His kiss on your skin will ruin you.

But who would he be to refuse a kiss from you? The demon melts in your hands like putty and acts like a wet, sick kitten whenever you kiss him. He is starved of affection and every ounce you can give him is both too much and not enough. Gyutaro feels selfish for wanting to ask for another kiss.

His favourite areas to kiss you is your neck because of how intimate the gesture is. He enjoys nuzzling into your warmth and having your scent surround him while placing careful, lazy kisses on every inch of skin he can reach.

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

Lore drop but I just broke up with my bf… But hey, I now have more time for writing and for c.ai more than ever ig lmao 😭🙏 Imma be honest, life isn’t very good to me right now 💀

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[sanemisstalker]

NSFW /// KNY characters who I think cum particularly hard/ a lot. This could have a part two, I'm eepy, srry.

CW/ Non specific gendered/genitalia reader / Cum... like an insane amount of cum / BDSM Dynamic (ENMU)/ Light Gore (ENMU)/ tbh, Enmu. / Cum-swapping (AKAZA)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

-Cums hards AND a lot.

-Sanemi isn't quite sure why is body is the way it is, maybe it's his breath control mixed with the insane amount of testosterone and panic pumping through his veins on the daily, but Sanemi doesn't struggle to get it up.

-he struggles to stay flaccid. He's far more likely to be hard at any given moment. Not that he's excited, his dick is just permanently stuck at half mast. It takes an insane, highly emotional amount to get him entirely flaccid.

-I think Sanemi's orgasm absolutely shreds him everytime, unanimously. Does that stop him from getting it up in another ten minutes? Absolutely not. I just truly think he's a medical anomaly.

-He cums prematurely, but what does it matter? It literally didn't go down, he's still fucking going, now he's just like, in tears about it.

-I think Sanemi's eyes get really wide and he gets lock jaw, and he seethes and he tries to hold back any noise, but it just shreds the poor guys throat, and now he's sore, and it hurts him to moan, but he just can't help it, you feel so fucking good- and all for him? It's all for him?

-Shakes. Sobs. Sounds incredibly desperate, don't let the facade fool you. If he loves you, he's a crier.

-Also physically cums a lot. Not just by how many orgasms, but by how much each time is. I think he's got an obnoxiously low set of balls. He's made to breed, the poor bastard. If he can't let go in you, both of you are covered in it by the end of the night.

-Sanemi has yet to tap out before you.

Kyōjurō Rengoku

-Cums a lot.

-Rengoku has good stamina, but once he cums, he's done for, no more. He can keep going if he really wants to, or if you look like you really need him, but chances are the first round wad more than enough.

-vocal, but in a fatherly way. Sex with Rengoku is probably very... comfortable.

-Until he cums and now you're sticky from your chest to your upper thigh. The range of his shot is insane. He cums buckets, and he barely blinks. His breathing gets a little ragged, and his chest a little shakey, but that's it.

-He needs to go night night after, though. Feeling any amount of joy that doesn't come from stuffing his face does a number on him emotionally and physically. He needs a cuddle and a conversation about... idk, taxes after.

-Won't beg to cum in you, but really, really wants to.

-He always pulls out like a gentleman (if you can be much of a gentleman when you're balls deep), but you can always tell that he wants to see your face so bad when he pumps you full.

-Will not ask. That'd be rude.

-Talks you through your orgasm, but that's another post for another day.

Enmu

-Fuck, I just know he's a screamer. He cums so hard.

-This guy's a fucking mess, but it takes work.

-Enmu is such a good submissive that you're always shocked when he decides to mouth off to you, or when he forgets a command. Not too shocked, though. It's very clearly intentional. It always is.

-He gives himself a bit in between each 'screw up' to make sure he's edged himself mentally properly (very hard, he's almost always some kind of aroused, and he's prone to cumming untouched, so that build up is a little diificult.)

-While he doesn't struggle to ask for things, and his dignity is subzero, Enmu still appreciates a stray chase here and there. After all, it's the only thing mentally stimulating enough for him to cum.

-In any normal dynamic with Enmu, he isn't often left using his dick. So when you've got a spear through his wrists, locking them behind his back, one hand pulling his hair, the other jerking his cock with thoughtless speed-

-Enmu can never cum harder than when he's recieving borderline abuse. His dick looks irritated, going untouched for months previous, and now it's receiving all this attention. Can you blame him for being this loud?

-His legs shake, his whole body recoils. He drools and screams- laughs and wails. He cries with the brightest smile you've ever seen. His hips buck up. You're not being gentle, and he's so, so happy. The orgasm is ripping through every nerve in his body.

-He feels like he's in the sun again.

-He's hoping Muzan can see him look so pathetic. You're just hoping the demon lord stays out of your man's head.

Akaza

-cums like a horse.

-a lover, truly. That's the only word encompassing enough to describe Akaza's efforts sexually. He's a fantastic lover.

-... who can go for hours... days even and never get tired. Every orgasm blows off his shoulders- It's all about you. It always has been, it always will be.

-You've made him cum hard before, it's a rarity, but it's possible... Its just nothing feels as good to him as watching you cum, so he'll do whatever must be done-

-and if that means pumping you full again and again, until you're leaking from every accessible orifice, so be it.

-He'll lick your hole clean, reveling in the way you twitch after your.... you lost count after the fifth one. That won't stop him from tongue fucking you.

-His cum tastes... shockingly good. You like to give him head, and then come up to give him a kiss. He'll pull your tongue down, wanting to see it in your mouth just before you swallow. You always look so proud of yourself. He can't help but reward you with a kiss before you even get it down.

-there's way to much for one swallow. You can barely manage to keep all of it in your mouth while showing him. Your effort is precious, though.

-Akaza looks really good with cum on his lips. It's one of the only times you see him really flustered.

[yokumirumerafan]

HELLO

Could you do demon slayer and accidental kisses? 👀

~🐝

OMGGGG this is actually a real good idea!

1. Giyuu Tomioka (Water Hashira)

Reaction: Giyuu would be super embarrassed and awkward. He’s usually calm and reserved, but this would throw him completely off balance.

What Happens Next: He’d immediately step back, his face turning red, muttering a quiet, “I-I didn’t mean to…” His usual stoic expression would falter, and he’d avoid eye contact, unsure of what to do next. He’d probably stay silent for a while, and if the kiss was on the cheek, he’d try to convince himself it wasn’t a big deal. If it was on the lips, he’d be even more flustered, and would stammer something about training or needing to go somewhere else.

Inner Thoughts: "I don’t know what just happened... Did I do something wrong?"

2. Obanai Iguro (Serpent Hashira)

Reaction: Obanai would be extremely flustered and try to hide it under his cold and serious demeanor. His pride and usual sense of control would immediately be challenged by this sudden and intimate interaction.

What Happens Next: Obanai would stiffen in shock and instantly pull away, his face turning beet red beneath his bandages. He’d mask his embarrassment with a glare, trying to maintain his usual cold and distant attitude. "Don’t go doing something like that again," he'd snap in a low, almost gruff voice. But even though he’s trying to hide it, his flustered state is quite evident in his eyes and the way his hand might twitch nervously.

Inner Thoughts: “That wasn’t supposed to happen. Why does it feel like my heart’s racing? Damn it… it’s just a kiss. Get it together, Obanai!”

3. Shinobu Kocho (Insect Hashira)

Reaction: Shinobu would laugh it off with a sly grin, her usual calm and mischievous demeanor making her come off as completely unfazed.

What Happens Next: She’d gently tease the person who kissed her, her tone playful and light. “Well, someone’s eager…” she’d say with a wink. If it was an accident, she’d just brush it off, but would definitely use the opportunity to tease them a bit, making them squirm.

Inner Thoughts: "Accidents can be fun... Maybe I should tease them a little more. It’s harmless."

4. Mitsuri Kanroji (Love Hashira)

Reaction: Mitsuri would be super flustered, her cheeks turning bright pink. She’s emotionally expressive, so her reaction would be dramatic but endearing.

What Happens Next: She’d giggle nervously and probably apologize profusely, even though it wasn’t her fault. “Oh my goodness, I didn’t mean for that to happen!” She’d be embarrassed but would try to make light of it, finding it adorable in a way, and might even compliment the person on their “soft lips” if she’s feeling bold.

Inner Thoughts: "Oh no, did they like it? Was it awkward? I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or happy about it."

5. Sanemi Shinazugawa (Wind Hashira)

Reaction: Sanemi would be mad and embarrassed, but his tough exterior would make him try to act like it didn’t bother him at all.

What Happens Next: He’d immediately step back, his face redder than a tomato. "What the hell was that?!" he’d bark, though his voice would tremble just slightly, showing his own embarrassment. He’d probably walk away quickly, muttering curses under his breath. If it were an accident, he might act like he’s angry about it just to cover his own embarrassment.

Inner Thoughts: "I didn’t ask for that... But... I didn’t hate it. Damn it!"

6. Tengen Uzui (Sound Hashira)

Reaction: Tengen would laugh it off with his usual boisterous personality, though his reaction would definitely be more playful and flirty.

What Happens Next: He’d wink at the person and say, “Well, that wasn’t how I thought tonight was gonna go, but hey, I’m not complaining!” He’d be the kind of person to make light of the situation and tease them a little. If it was on the lips, he’d definitely make a joke about how it was “pretty good” and not to be shy.

Inner Thoughts: "That was an interesting surprise… Maybe I’ll take a kiss like that any time!"

1. Kokushibo (Upper Moon 1)

Reaction: Kokushibo would be calm, but he would feel a strange tension in his chest. His usually stoic face might show a faint crack of surprise.

What Happens Next: He’d likely keep a neutral expression, but his eyes would narrow slightly as he processes the situation. He would remain composed but would be inwardly disturbed by the accidental kiss, unsure of how to respond to something so... personal.

Inner Thoughts: "How did that happen? I shouldn’t be this bothered, but I am."

2. Doma (Upper Moon 2)

Reaction: Doma would laugh, thinking it’s just the most amusing thing ever. He’s not shy about being bold, and an accidental kiss only adds fuel to his playful nature.

What Happens Next: He’d smile widely, clearly entertained by the situation. “Oh? What a pleasant surprise,” he’d say, mocking a gasp. He’d tease the person relentlessly, joking about how they were so eager and didn’t even try to hide it.

Inner Thoughts: "This is fun. They’re so cute when they’re flustered!"

3. Akaza (Upper Moon 3)

Reaction: Akaza would immediately get defensive, though it would be out of embarrassment rather than anger. He’d act like he didn’t care, but it would definitely get to him.

What Happens Next: He’d push the person away, muttering something about how they should know better than to do something like that. His usual cool demeanor would falter as he stumbles to gather his composure. “You think I’m just going to let that slide?” he’d snap, but it’s obvious he’s flustered.

Inner Thoughts: "I should’ve handled that better. Damn it, why am I so worked up?"

4. Muzan Kibutsuji

Reaction: Muzan would act completely unaffected on the outside, his cold demeanor not betraying any of his internal thoughts.

What Happens Next: He’d calmly wipe his lips, staring coldly at the person. “Do that again, and you won’t live to regret it,” he’d say icily, though it’s obvious that the kiss has made him uncomfortable. He doesn’t deal well with things that throw him off, so he’d likely dismiss it with a cold, distant comment and try to move on.

Inner Thoughts: "How dare they... I can’t believe I let that happen. I need to get rid of that weakness."

1. Tanjiro Kamado

Reaction: Tanjiro would immediately turn bright red, his kindness and genuine personality making him very vulnerable in this situation.

What Happens Next: He’d stutter out a flustered apology, rubbing the back of his neck. “I—I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for that to happen…” He’d be so embarrassed, but he wouldn’t hold it against the person. If they’re close, he’d give them a soft smile to let them know it wasn’t their fault.

Inner Thoughts: "I hope they don’t think I did that on purpose… I didn’t mean to make them uncomfortable!"

2. Zenitsu Agatsuma

Reaction: Zenitsu would absolutely melt into a flustered, panicked mess. His usual loud, dramatic self would come out in full force.

What Happens Next: He’d stammer out a string of incomprehensible apologies, his face bright red as he tries to distance himself. “W-W-Wait, it wasn’t supposed to be like that! I swear!” He’d likely run off in embarrassment, his heart racing.

Inner Thoughts: "I’m so embarrassed! Did I mess up?!"

3. Genya Shinazugawa

Reaction: Genya would be beyond awkward, practically turning into a brick wall when the kiss happens.

What Happens Next: He’d immediately tense up, glaring at the person. “What the hell was that?!” he’d snap, though his voice would shake slightly, betraying his discomfort. He’d probably avoid eye contact, grumbling under his breath. If they tease him, he might even blush and retreat.

Inner Thoughts: "Did I... like it? No way, I’m just mad. Yeah, just mad."

[thee-horny-thicky]

upper moons *incuding muzan* with a fem S/O who has a hyper sensitive pussy???

The Upper Moons with a Sensitive S/O

Before I begin, I'd like to say the Upper Moons has no business being so fine. Like, after writing this, I'm so tempted to write a gangbang fic 😭

Gyutaro:

Starting from the bottom, we have Gyutaro, since he’s the reason he and Daki are upper moons. Chances are, you met him when you became employed at the brothel Daki worked at, and he was quickly enamored with you. He’d watch in the shadows as other men enjoyed your cunt, fascinated with the sounds you made, and with how responsive you were. Your moans and whimpers had an authenticity that the other women lacked, and it didn’t take long to figure out why. You were a sensitive little thing, and all it took were fingers rubbing over your clit to make you soaked.  Gyutaro took note of the things that made you scream and memorized the fastest way to make you come. He knew he wasn’t a looker—at least in his eyes—and that he was scary to most humans. So, he’d make up for his lack of looks by learning to please you.

Surely, he could get you off better than those creeps that pay to fuck you.

When he finally gets his hands on you—I’ll let you decide the method—he’s testing everything that he learned. He’d start off tame, rubbing your pretty pussy with his fingers until you came. It didn’t take long, and that was a huge boost to his ego. Then, he’d crawl between your legs and lap up your juices, shoving his tongue inside you and then angling it upward to stimulate your G-spot, his sharp teeth scraping your clit. He’d quickly grow addicted to your taste and stay between your legs for a while. Only when his hard-on became too bothersome to ignore would he impale you with his length, drawing another orgasm out of you by the time he bottomed out.

By the time he’s done ravishing your cunt, you’d barely remember your name.

Gyokko:

I would like to use this moment to say that I found Gyokko’s true form finer than I wanted to admit, so that’s what I’m basing this on. And, his true form has big hands, which he’d happily use on you. He’d get off on seeing how many of his fingers your sensitive cunt could handle, laughing as you started to whine about it being too much. Instead of it being a deterrent, he’d continue fingerfucking your stuffed pussy, teasing you as you come all over his hand.

But his fingers aren’t the only way he’d get you off.

 His cock happened to disappear when he became a demon, and the location of his mouths are too inconvenient to get you off.  But worry not, because his hands aren’t the only option, as he had rippling abs. He’d encourage you to rock yourself against his rock-hard abdomen, giggling maniacally when you orgasm just from grinding against him.

Hantengu:

 So, this man basically has split personalities, and each one will treat your sensitive pussy differently from the others. But for the sake of brevity, I’ll speak about what they all have in common; they practically worship your cunt. It’s so easy to get you riled up and knowing that they’re the cause of that slick dripping down your thighs is an ego boost to them all. Playing with you calms Sekido’s anger and fucking you nice and hard is a surefire way to put him at ease. Slurping up your juices makes Aizetsu feel twinges of joy, and he never feels happier than when you’re calling out his name. Urogi giggles like a maniac as he teases you. He’s mindful not to do too much, knowing how easily you come, forcing you to beg for the orgasm that you desperately need. And Karaku makes a game out of making you come as many times as possible. He likes to give himself a time limit to give you a certain number of orgasms. As the clock ticks, he’ll finger, lick, and fuck you to climax repeatedly, until you’re a sobbing, overstimulated mess.

Hantengu’s main form, Zohakuten, and Urami are not included. Zohakuten has the form of a child, Urami would be a pouty bastard as how easy it is for you to come, and inflict pain on you as a result, and Hantengu himself would be jumping and yelping the moment he sees your pussy, as it’s just too much for him to handle.

Akaza:

First, let’s be clear. Whether you’re a demon or a human, this man will not let any of the other upper moons near you, especially Douma. You’re his woman. Not only does he want to protect you, but he doesn’t want anyone else to have you, and your sensitive cunt only makes him more possessive of you. Your pussy is magic to him, and he refuses to let anyone else experience it. You and what lies between your legs is his second chance at happiness, and he won’t let it go.

Moreover, he doesn’t think anyone else can please you as he can, and you only deserve the best.

This man lives to worship you, and when he’s not on a mission for Muzan or hunting, he’s likely caring for you. Caring for you obviously includes fucking you, and bringing you orgasm after orgasm.  He’ll treat you like the most precious thing in the world, and making you feel good is his way of showing how much he adores you.

Akaza refuses to eat women, but he’ll eat pussy like it’s his last meal. The taste of your juices is the sweetest thing to him, and only when you’re begging and pleading for him to stop does he cease licking your glistening folds and sucking on your swollen clit. But that doesn’t mean he’ll stop. No, he’ll simply tongue your asshole, as human conventions don’t apply to him.

If that’s a little too much, he has no issue fucking you. His large size means you have to be well-stretched and lubricated to take him without pain, so unless you’re absolutely dripping, he’ll refuse to put his dick in you. Luckily, his oral skills and your sensitive pussy mean that’s an easy task to achieve. And once he’s pounding you into the mattress, you’ll be drooling, and cock drunk in record time.

Douma:

The. Biggest. Menace. Douma can’t take shit seriously, and he’s strong enough to do what he wants without consequences. That includes fucking with you, no matter how much you protest. The moment he discovered how sensitive your pussy was, you’d never have a moment of rest. He enjoys seeing what can get you off and especially favors teasing you with his mouth. Greedy man he is, Douma has to taste your slick every day. He'll force you to starve off your orgasm for as long as possible, before suddenly switching to drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you. When you beg him to stop, one of three things will happen.

He’ll impale you with his length, the lubrication your previous orgasms provided making his large dick slide in with ease. How quickly you get cock drunk amuses him, and his stamina means you’ll be there for a while. When he’s done, he’d push his cum back into you.

He refocuses his attention on your ass, rimming and fingering your tight hole to compare how sensitive it is to your cunt. Your whines for him to stop only encourage him, and once he's done with his evaluation, he’ll fuck your loosened hole, before cleaning off and restarting the cycle all over again.

He’d push you to your knees and start using your mouth like a fleshlight, making you swallow every drop of his cum.

Kokushibo:

Like Akaza, Kokushibo will guard you with his life, and keep you away from the other moons. He rarely shows himself, and he expects you to follow his lead. He values privacy for a multitude of reasons, and when you came along, playing with your pretty pussy became one of them. When you’re laid in front of him with your legs spread, Kokushibo has never been thankful for so many eyes. He’d savor the image of your throbbing clit and gleaming folds, the way you shudder as the cool air grazes your cunt driving him wild.

When it’s too much for him to bare, he’ll trail a finger along your slit, testing how wet you are, before pushing two fingers into your needy hole. As a swordsman, he’d be good with his hands, and have you coming undone quicker than normal.

 When he craves a test of you, he’ll bury his head between your thighs, keeping all eyes on you as he slurps up your juices. The faces you make as he unravels you with his mouth drive him wild, and it won’t take long until he’s putting you on all fours to fuck you, thrusting into you until your puffy folds are dripping with slick, before filling you up with his seed.

Muzan:

Last but certainly not least, the mastermind behind it all, Muzan. Now, Muzan has an array of personalities and personas, but I’ll focus on his true form and his feminine form. Muzan, being the manipulative bastard he is, would employ tricks to keep your devotion. That includes rewarding and punishing you. You’re lucky he has a soft spot for you because he’d still want you to be intact, no matter how mad you make him. So, his punishment of choice is building up orgasm after orgasm, an easy feat considering how sensitive you are. After he’d spank you until your ass is red, he’d keep you laid over his lap and finger fuck you, ordering you to hold each climax until he tells you otherwise. If you disobey, Godspeed.

He'd spear you with his cock, fucking you fast and hard, forcing you to come on his dick over and over again. His position of choice is doggy, as he can easily spank you or switch to anal. If you’d been very bad, he has a whip in hand to flog your back as he splits you open. If he noticed you giving too much attention to another upper moon, he might just fuck you in front of them to assert dominance. He’d want them to know that your cunt is his, and just to prove that he'll cum in you. As your folds drip with his seed, he’d spread your lower lips so the inspiration of his jealousy could see that he’d marked you from the inside, slapping your puffy pussy as you whimper out complaints.

He tries to hide this fact, but he does feel pleasure in his feminine form. And yes, Fem!Muzan does have female anatomy. In this form, Muzan likes to experiment and is especially fond of 69 and scissoring. As you lap at Muzan’s cunt or rub yours against his, Muzan can understand how you unravel so easily, as something about his pussy being played with always makes him orgasm harder. He can also better understand how sensitive you get after coming. If he’s angry with you, he’ll use this knowledge against you. But if you’ve been a good pet, he’d go easy on you, and allow you to eat him out instead of playing with pretty cunt.

I hope this satisfies your curiosity 🥰

[akazcrys]

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐧.

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𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘻𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘢! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

MINORS DNI - 18+

dividers by @cafekitsune

a/n : LINKIN PARK MENTIONED. third person perspective. reader is referred to as [name]. reader is incredibly in denial, like super annoyingly in denial. slow burn because that’s the best kind of burn (and also because I write a lot). there’s simply not enough akaza fics out there, so I’m taking matters into my own hands.

summary : every few months, [name] finds herself face to face with a demon she never expected to call anything but an enemy. yet, through the course of their encounters, an unspoken bond begins to form—a whirlwind of emotions she refuses to acknowledge. it isn’t until akaza takes notice that everything begins to unravel. little does she know, he’s been carrying a secret of his own.

cw : fluff, angst, 18+ content; p in v sex, cunninglingus, grinding (clothes on clothes/skin on skin), creampie.

wc : 13.1k

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A rare night, but a silent night.

Save for the distant croaks of frogs echoing through the mansion’s central oasis. There on the engawa, the woman sat alone, yellow eyes gazing at the gentle trickling of the pond nestled among its stones and lush greenery. The crisp scent of the damp earth and faint traces of cherry blossoms lingered in the air, a subtle reminder of late March.

Winter had loosened its grip, yet a lingering chill remained, carried by the occasional breeze that wove through the garden, barely disturbing the strands of [Name]’s hair.

She exhaled slowly, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease. Yes, nights like these were rare; quiet, undemanding, untouched by duty or the weight of expectation. For a Hashira, moments of respite were fleeting, yet here, in this stillness, she allowed herself to exist without obligation.

[Name] tilted her head back slightly, her gaze drifting toward the night sky. The moon hung low, casting its pale glow across the garden, its light flickering against the rippling water. Somewhere beyond the walls, the world continued—demons lurked, battles waged, and the cycle of blood and survival turned endlessly. But for now, in this moment, she was simply here.

And she couldn’t ask for anything more.

As her gaze fixed on the glimmering stars, a sudden creak of the floorboard broke the serene peace, cutting through the gentle hum of the night. Instinctively, [Name]’s senses sharpened, an abrupt darkness overwhelming the calm she had settled into. Her muscles tensed, though only for a fleeting second. Of course, she already knew who it was.

Akaza.

She didn’t need to turn around to confirm it. His presence was distinct, impossible to mistake, unlike other demons she’d come to encounter. It was a quiet force, looming yet unthreatening in the way only he could manage when he was around her. The air around him carried the faintest weight of something unspoken, something unreadable.

“You’re quiet tonight,” she murmured, eyes still fixed on the moonlit pond before her. A pause. Then, the sound of deliberate steps; soft, measured, until he came to stand just behind her.

“You’re slipping,” Akaza replied, his voice low, tinged with something akin to amusement. “You noticed me late.”

[Name] scoffed, finally glancing over her shoulder. “Or maybe I just didn’t care to react.”

Their gazes met, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The moonlight cast a pale glow over his features, highlighting the sharp contrast of his deep navy markings, the unwavering intensity in his golden eyes. His presence was as familiar as it was conflicting—a demon, an enemy, yet one who had crossed her path far too many times without bloodshed.

Akaza shifted slightly, lowering himself onto the engawa beside her with an ease that felt almost practiced. “You look tired.”

She huffed. “And you’re as blunt as ever.”

He said nothing to that, only tilting his head slightly as if studying her. “Rest doesn’t suit you.”

“That so?” [Name] leaned back, resting her palms against the wooden boards. “And what, lurking in the shadows suits you?”

A smirk ghosted over his lips. “It does, actually.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t push him away.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The night stretched around them, quiet except for the distant chirr of crickets and the occasional rustling of wind through the trees. The pond before them shimmered beneath the pale light of the moon, its surface undisturbed.

[Name] exhaled, her fingers curling slightly against the wood beneath her. “You’re not supposed to be here.

Akaza let out a low chuckle. “And yet, here I am.”

She shot him a sideways glance. “You’re awfully comfortable for someone who should be my enemy.”

His smirk didn’t falter. “Would it make you feel better if I stood instead?”

“It would make me feel better if you weren’t here at all.”

His expression didn’t change, but there was something unreadable in his gaze. “Liar.”

[Name] scowled, turning her attention back to the pond. “You really like that word, don’t you?”

“Only when it fits.”

She huffed but didn’t argue. She couldn’t argue.

Another long silence fell between them. Then, in a quieter voice, Akaza spoke again. “You’ve been busy.”

[Name] arched a brow at him. “Been keeping tabs on me?”

“No.” He shrugged. “I can just tell.”

She hesitated before responding. “Hunting demons is an exhausting job.”

“And yet, here you are.” He nodded toward the pond. “Taking in the scenery instead of sleeping.”

The woman frowned but didn’t deny it. Sleep had eluded her more often than not these days, though she wasn’t about to admit that to him.

“What about you?” she asked instead, eyes narrowing slightly. “What have you been doing aside from…this?” She gestured vaguely between them. “Still slaughtering your way through the nights?”

Akaza didn’t answer right away. His gaze flickered to the water, thoughtful. “Some nights are quieter than others.”

“What, you take breaks from murder now?” [Name] scoffed.

He didn’t laugh. “Would it matter if I did?”

That caught her off guard. She stared at him, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. His expression was unreadable, his golden eyes holding something she couldn’t quite grasp.

“Why are you really here, Akaza?” she asked finally.

A pause. ”I don’t know.” He admitted softly.

[Name] clenched her jaw. That was the worst answer he could have given. Because if he had a reason—if he had said it was just to taunt her, or fight, or something else she could categorize neatly as enemy behavior—it would have been easier.

But I don’t know was dangerous.

Because she didn’t know, either.

And that made all the difference.

She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “You’re impossible.”

Akaza’s lips twitched in something resembling a smirk. “And yet, you’re still here.”

She really wanted to throw him off the engawa. But instead, [Name] simply clicked her tongue, still she didn’t push him away. And as the night wore on, they sat in silence, the sounds of the garden filling the gaps between them. The quiet felt different now—no longer entirely peaceful, yet oddly unburdened.

For now, neither of them acknowledged the unspoken truth that lingered between them. The lines that divided them. The inevitable reality that, one day, they would have to meet not like this, but as adversaries.

But not tonight. Tonight, they simply existed, basking in the other’s presence.

“How long has it been?” she asked finally, keeping her voice light, as if the answer didn’t matter.

Akaza didn’t respond right away. He inhaled slightly, as if testing the weight of her words before exhaling. “Three months,” he said at last.

[Name] swallowed. She hadn’t expected an exact answer, but hearing it aloud settled in her chest like a stone. Three months. That long since their last encounter, since she had last heard his voice or felt the unsettling comfort of his presence.

She kept her gaze trained on the water, but she could feel Akaza’s presence beside her, unwavering, solid in a way that unsettled her more than she would ever admit.

She hated this. Hated how easily he existed in her space, how natural it felt to have him there, sitting on the engawa like they were simply two souls enjoying the night. Hated how she didn’t tense in his presence, how she never truly feared him the way she should.

The way she knew she should.

He was a demon—Upper Rank Three, no less. A sworn enemy of the Demon Slayer Corps, a monster who had taken countless lives, who thrived on bloodshed. There was no justification, no reason in the world that should make his presence beside her acceptable. And yet, here they were.

And this wasn’t the first time.

It had started as a game of chance, of circumstance. Encounters in battlefields that never quite turned into fights. Moments stolen in the dead of night, brief yet lingering, their conversations just as much a clash as the blades and fists they should have been exchanging.

A dangerous thing. A forbidden thing.

And yet, she didn’t move.

“You seem… troubled.” His voice was even, unreadable as always, but there was something beneath it. Something careful.

[Name] simply shook her head. “Not everything is that deep, you know.”

Akaza hummed, unconvinced. “You’re thinking too much.”

She turned to him then, narrowing her eyes. “And since when do you care what I think about?”

He met her gaze evenly, his golden eyes calm yet piercing. “Since you started looking at me like you don’t know whether to draw your sword or let me stay.”

Her breath caught—just slightly, just enough for her to feel the heat of anger, embarrassment, frustration coil deep in her gut.

Because he wasn’t wrong, and that was the worst part.

[Name] tore her gaze away, exhaling sharply. “You’re delusional.”

Akaza cocked his head, studying her with that infuriating patience he always seemed to have around her. It made her want to snap, to force him into a fight just so she could drown out the thoughts swirling in her head.

Thoughts she shouldn’t be having. This wasn’t right. He wasn’t right.

She was a Hashira. He was a demon.

There was no place in the world where this—whatever this was—could exist. And yet, despite knowing that, despite the weight of her duty pressing against her, she couldn’t make herself tell him to leave.

Couldn’t make herself sever whatever fragile thread kept bringing them back to this same space.

Akaza leaned back on his hands, eyes drifting up to the sky. “You know,” he murmured, “if you were going to kill me, you’d have done it by now.”

[Name]’s jaw tightened. “Don’t test me.”

He chuckled, the sound low, almost amused. “I’m just saying.”

“You always just say things,” she muttered bitterly, gripping the fabric of her uniform tighter around her arms. “That’s the problem.”

And it was a problem. Because every time they crossed paths, every time their conversations stretched longer than they should, she felt herself slipping. Not in loyalty, not in duty—never that. But in something else.

Something she refused to name. Because to name it would be to acknowledge it. And to acknowledge it would be to admit something far worse than treason.

“You should go,” she said abruptly, forcing steel into her voice, ignoring the way her hands clenched just a little too tight in her lap.

Akaza glanced at her, expression undefinable for a long moment. Then, slowly, he pushed himself to his feet. "As you wish," he said lightly, turning his back to her.

"Maybe next time, you'll figure out what you really want to say to me."

[Name]’s brows knit, feeling a chill creep up her spine from his words. “There won’t be a next time.”

He smirked. “If you say so.”

And then, just as quickly as he had come, he was gone, vanishing into the night with nothing but the lingering weight of his presence left behind. The woman exhaled, pressing a hand to her temple as if that would rid her of the whirlwind of thoughts he always seemed to leave in his wake.

Damn him. Damn herself.

And damn whatever this thing between them was—this fragile, unspoken thing neither of them could name.

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The weeks bled into months, and the months edged toward almost a year.

[Name] never saw him again.

At first, she told herself this was a good thing. It was what she had wanted, what she had demanded. No more shadows at the edge of her senses, no more stolen conversations beneath the veil of night, where the lines between enemy and something else blurred too easily.

She should have been at peace.

But the longer the silence stretched, the heavier it became. It shouldn’t have bother her so much, the feeling settled in her chest like a dull, aching weight that refused to fade. She convinced herself it was residual tension, a habit of being on guard. Nothing more.

But habits didn’t have her staring into the night, listening for a voice that never came. Habits didn’t make her catch glimpses of movement in the corners of her vision, only to turn and find nothing there.

It was infuriating, how he lingered even in absence. And she hated that she noticed. Hated that she missed it.

So she threw herself into her duties, training rookies, taking missions, fighting demons. Anything to keep her mind from straying. If she was exhausted, she wouldn’t think of him. If she pushed herself hard enough, she could go whole days without wondering—without remembering how he looked in the glow of the moon’s light, how his golden eyes looked at her.

She had hated that look. She had wanted to hate that look. But something about it stayed with her, gnawing at the edges of her thoughts like a quiet hunger. And no matter how many demons she cut down, no matter how many miles she traveled, that feeling never left.

Like a splinter buried too deep beneath the skin.

The nights were the worst. The emptiness drew out, vast and unforgiving. Worst of all, she was always alone with her thoughts, with the weight in her chest, with the knowledge that she had pushed him away, and that he had listened.

Her fingers twitched sometimes—grasping at empty air, as if expecting to brush against something that was never there. As if expecting to find him.

It was ridiculous.

Now, [Name] was not naïve. She knew what people would say if anyone discovered even an inkling of this thing plaguing her. To sympathize with a demon is to betray your own kind. That was the unshakable truth she had been raised on, the belief ingrained in her from the moment she picked up a sword. There were no gray areas. No room for doubt.

Demons were monsters. Killers.

They were meant to be slaughtered without hesitation, without question. She had spent years building herself into the kind of warrior who did not flinch at their deaths.

And yet—yet.

She could not erase the quiet way he had looked at her that night. As if searching for something in her, something neither of them could name. She couldn’t forget the way his voice had sounded—so steady, so unshaken—as he spoke words that had burrowed deep beneath her skin.

“Maybe next time, you’ll figure out what you really want to say to me.”

What had he meant by that? Why had he looked at her like that? Why did it still haunt her?

[Name] exhaled sharply, adjusting the grip on her sword.

The morning was still young, the air crisp as she moved through the training grounds, overseeing the younger Slayers as they practiced their footwork. She kept her tone sharp, her instructions precise. She did not allow herself to falter, did not allow herself to show any trace of the unease that had been gnawing at her for months.

There was no room for weakness. No room for whatever this was.

But even as she corrected a student’s stance, even as she parried blows from a younger recruit, she could feel it—the weight of something unfinished. Of something unresolved. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise, she knew this was not over. Not even as another mission came not long after, one she was assigned to alongside the flamboyant Tengen Uzui.

The journey was a long one, taking them into the mountains where reports of demon activity had increased. The sun hung low in the sky as they traveled, the scent of damp earth thick in the air.

[Name] kept her gaze forward, posture rigid, mind focused. Or at least, she tried to keep it that way.

But Tengen was perceptive. More than most gave him credit for. He noticed the moment she grew quieter than usual, the way her grip tightened on the hilt of her sword, the way she seemed a little too lost in thought.

“You’ve been awfully gloomy lately,” he said suddenly, his voice light but edged with curiosity. “It’s not like you.”

[Name] barely glanced at him. “I’m fine.”

Tengen raised a brow. “That’s not an answer.”

She sighed, adjusting the strap of her sword on her hip. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Oh?” He smirked. “So you’re just sulking for no reason, then?”

Her eye twitched. “I am not sulking.”

Tengen hummed as if unconvinced, keeping pace beside her with infuriating ease. “You’ve been acting strange for awhile now. More tense. More mopey. Not as flashy as usual.”

[Name] merely rolled her eyes. “Not everything has to be flashy, Uzui.”

“Says you. But I digress.” His expression shifted slightly, the teasing still there, but now laced with something quieter. Something more knowing. “Whatever’s on your mind, it’s eating you alive.”

“I told you. It’s nothing.” She affirmed irritably.

“[Name].”

His voice was softer now, lacking the usual bravado. He rarely spoke like this—genuine, direct. It caught her off guard, and she didn’t like that it did.

She forced a breath through her nose. “I don’t have the energy for this conversation.”

Tengen studied her for a moment. Then, to her surprise, he let it go. “Fine,” he said easily. “But don’t expect me to stop noticing.”

She exhaled, relieved that he didn’t press further. Because if he had, she wasn’t sure what she would have said.

Or worse—what she might have admitted.

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It was another restless night where the Hashira lay awake in her quarters, her gaze fixed on the wooden ceiling above. The faint flicker of a lantern cast shifting shadows across the room, the dim glow barely enough to chase away the darkness.

She should have been exhausted.

The days that passed had been relentless—missions that left her body aching, training sessions that tested the limits of her endurance, meetings that dragged into late hours. Yet, despite the weight of fatigue pressing against her limbs, sleep remained elusive.

Because the moment she closed her eyes, she could feel it.

The absence.

The silence.

The lack of his presence.

[Name] exhaled slowly, turning onto her side, her fingers twitching as if grasping for something that wasn’t there.

This was ridiculous.

She had no reason—no right—to feel this way.

Akaza is a demon. A murderer. An enemy to everything I stand for.

The thought was sharp, cutting. A necessary reminder.

So why, then, did she miss him?

The thought alone made her sick. She clenched her fists, jaw tightening as she forced herself to banish the thought before it could take root.

She did not miss him.

She did not care.

She was simply…unsettled by the unfinished resolve. This was simply…unease. The discomfort of an unresolved encounter, of unfinished words left lingering in the air.

That was all.

Nothing more.

But deep in the pit of her stomach, something whispered—a cold, merciless truth she refused to acknowledge.

Liar.

Once again, another grim night, indistinguishable from all the others. It was cold and empty, a stretch of time when the world seemed poised on the edge of something unseen. The Hashira moved through the dense mountain forest, her zori silent against the damp earth, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her sword.

Another night found [Name] on patrol, her gaze sweeping over the mountain that she claimed as her territory. The air was crisp, thick with the scent of pine as she moved silently through the dense forest, her senses sharp, and her hand steady on the hilt of her sword. The only sound was the rustling of nocturnal creatures, their calls breaking the stillness. It should have been a routine patrol—quiet, uneventful.

And yet, something shifted. A subtle ripple in the air. The unmistakable sensation of being watched.

She felt it before she saw him—just a flicker at the edge of her vision. A presence, slipping through the night like a whisper against her senses. Still, she did not turn. She did not move. But her grip tightened ever so slightly.

“You’ve been looking for me.”

The voice was smooth, deep, unwavering.

And damn him—damn him—but the sound of it sent a sharp, painful twist through her chest. [Name] exhaled slowly, steadying herself before she finally turned.

And there he was. The same. Untouched by time.

The same golden eyes, the same unreadable expression. The same quiet confidence that had always set her on edge. But there was something in the way he watched her now—something different.

Something waiting.

“I haven’t,” she said, her voice as sharp and steady as a drawn blade.

A pause.

“Liar.”

The word cut deeper than it should have. Her expression remained unshaken, but her fingers twitched against the hilt of her sword.

“You should have stayed gone,” she said, her voice softer this time. Silence fell over them for a moment.

“Would that have made it easier?”

She hated that she hesitated. That, for a brief moment, she considered what he was asking.

Another silence, a silence between them that stretched, taut and fragile as glass. [Name] could hear the world around them—the rustling leaves, the distant howl of wind cutting through the trees, the faint hum of crickets hidden in the underbrush.

But none of it mattered. None of it existed. Not while he was here. Not with that unreadable gaze locked onto her.

Not when she could feel the weight of something unspoken pressing against her chest, like a hand tightening around her throat.

He hadn’t moved, hadn’t raised a single muscle. Hadn’t done anything but watch her.

And that infuriated her more than anything. Because it wasn’t just the weight of his presence that unsettled her. It was the fact that he knew. He knew she had thought about him, knew she had searched for something that wasn’t there, knew she had wanted him gone, and yet, she hated him for staying away.

Her fingers twitched at her side, aching to draw her sword.

“Would that have made it easier?”

His question still hung in the air, suffocating in its simplicity. Would it have? Would it have been easier if he had never returned? If she had never seen him again? If she had been given enough time to erase whatever this thing was, growing inside her?

[Name]’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps.

No. No, it wouldn’t have.

Because he had already carved himself into her mind, a wound that refused to heal, because she had already failed. And now, standing here—so close, yet impossibly distant—she hated him for it.

More importantly, she despised herself for it. For the way her fury twisted inside her like a living thing, clawing at her ribs, demanding release. So she did the only thing she could—she let it consume her.

With a snarl, she unsheathed her sword and lunged, rage surging through every fiber of her being. The night air split apart with the sharp whisper of steel, her blade cutting through the empty space where he had stood just a heartbeat ago.

But he was fast. Too fast.

[Name] barely saw him move, yet he was already gone, already out of reach. His body shifted effortlessly, the space between them closing and expanding in an instant, his movements smooth, unhurried.

Her next strike came harder, faster—a downward arc meant to cleave, to cut, to break.

But again—nothing. Nothing but her own frustration, her own emotions dulling the edge of her skill.

He sidestepped, hands still loose at his sides, gaze steady, unreadable. He wasn’t fighting. He was waiting, letting her burn herself out.

“Stop being a coward and fight me!” she spat, twisting into another strike.

This time, he blocked—barely lifting his arm as her blade crashed against his forearm. A spark of impact. Yet there was no wound, no flinch. Just him, standing there, looking at her with something she couldn’t bear to see.

She tore her sword back and swung again, and again, and again. Each time, he dodged, deflected, refused to retaliate. And with every evasion, the fire inside her blazed hotter, wilder.

“Stop running!” she roared, her sword a blur as she slashed, her blade slicing through the air mere inches from his face.

But he didn’t falter.

That was what finally shattered her. [Name] stumbled back, chest heaving, sword trembling in her grip. Her pulse roared in her ears, a wild, frantic thing that refused to settle.

And he just stood there, nothing more of calm and steady, like she was the only one unraveling. Like she was the only one bleeding from this. The realization struck like a dagger to the gut. That this wasn’t a fight.

This was a spectacle, and she was the fool, swinging her sword for an audience of one.

Her breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around the hilt until pain flared up her arm.

Say something, she wanted to scream. Give me a reason to end this. Give me a reason to cut you down. Give me a reason to stop—

“Why won’t you fight me?”

The words came out hoarse, raw—half a demand, half a plea. And she hated it. She hated that she needed an answer.

Akaza tilted his head, his face stoic. And then, finally, he spoke. “Because this isn’t what you really want.”

The words were quiet. Unshaken and undoubtedly certain.

And gods above, she wanted to rip them from the air before they could take root inside her. Because he was right and she hated him for knowing it. She hated everything about him.

[Name] exhaled sharply, her grip loosening just enough for her sword to lower—just an inch, just enough to surrender without speaking the words. Her shoulders trembled, whether from exhaustion or something far worse, she refused to name.

The night air pressed against her sweat-dampened skin, sharp and unforgiving. Every breath scorched her lungs. She had poured everything into those attacks—her fury, her grief, every shattered piece of herself.

Even then, he remained untouched.

He had let her rage. Let her strike. Let her unravel right in front of him. And now, as she stood there, stripped bare by her own anger, she realized—she didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know who she was supposed to be in the wake of this.

So she did the only thing left.

She turned away. Refused to look at him. Refused to let him see whatever remained of her as silence fell over them again, thicker than before, heavy with everything unsaid.

“Next time,” Akaza murmured, “figure out what you really want to say to me.”

Her jaw clenched, nails biting into her palms. She didn’t answer. Didn’t move.

And when she finally dared to look back, he was gone.

But the weight of him lingered, heavier than ever.

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The morning after their encounter, [Name] woke feeling heavier than she ever had before. Her body ached from exertion, her limbs sluggish as she pushed herself upright, but it wasn’t just the exhaustion of battle weighing her down.

It was something deeper. Something she refused to name.

She had lost.

Not because Akaza had defeated her—he hadn’t even fought back. But because she had given herself away, because she had let him see too much. She had lost control, her fury spilling forth in every strike, and he had caught each unspoken word buried beneath her rage.

And now, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t take it back.

She couldn’t erase the way she had needed him to fight her, the way she had wanted him to give her an excuse to cut him down. Because if she had killed him, if she had ended this, then none of it would have mattered.

Then she wouldn’t have had to face the truth.

But now? Now she was left with nothing but the bitter aftertaste of her failure. So she did the only thing she knew how. She moved forward.

She dragged herself from bed and forced herself into routine; training, scouting missions, overseeing new recruits. She did everything she could to fill her days, to keep her mind too occupied to think of him.

More weeks passed. Then months.

And gradually—painfully—the weight in her chest began to settle into something quieter.

Not gone. Never gone. But bearable.

She no longer flinched at the memory of his words. No longer lost herself in sleepless nights wondering what if?

She had come to terms with the truth—at least, as much as she allowed herself to. She could admit that what lingered between them was something.

Not friendship.

Not enmity.

Not love.

Something impossible. Something she would never give voice to. And that was enough.

She was at peace. Or so she told herself.

Once again, the night was cool, the air carrying the scent of fresh earth and dampened leaves. [Name] sat on the engawa, arms resting against her knees, watching the gentle ripples of the pond before her.

It had been a long day, but she felt… calm.

Not restless.

Not waiting.

Just here.

And that was enough.

She closed her eyes, letting the sound of trickling water soothe the remaining tension in her body.

Until a breath. A shift in the air. A presence she knew too well. Her eyes snapped open. She didn’t move, didn’t turn. Didn’t even let herself react. Because the moment she acknowledged him, the moment she let herself feel anything at all, it would all come undone.

He said nothing at first. Made no sound. But she felt him—felt the weight of his gaze settle over her like a whisper against her skin. Felt the space between them shrink, inch by inch, until his presence was undeniable.

And when he finally spoke, it was as if the months apart had been nothing.

“As I thought,” Akaza murmured. “You weren’t ready to say goodbye.”

Her breath hitched. A slow, steady ache bloomed in her chest.

And she hated him for it. Hated that, with just a few words, with nothing more than his presence, he could shatter everything she had spent months rebuilding. Her fingers curled into her palms, nails biting into skin.

“I thought I’ve made it clear” she said quietly, her voice steady despite the storm raging beneath her ribs. “This isn’t—”

“A place for a demon?” Akaza interrupted, his tone monotonous.

Her jaw tightened.

“No,” he continued, stepping onto the engawa beside her. He left space between them—careful, deliberate—but not enough. “This is exactly where I should be.”

She turned to him then, finally meeting his gaze, his eyes deep and resolute, held none of the cruelty she had seen in so many other demons. None of the bloodlust. None of the things that should have made it easy to hate him.

And that was the problem. Because it should have been easy. It should have been simple. But it wasn’t. It never had been.

And the fact that he knew that, that he understood, made it all the more unbearable.

“What do you want, Akaza?” she asked, exhaustion slipping into her voice.

A pause, then a breath.

“The same thing you do.”

Her heart lurched. And for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. But then it came coursing through her, the feeling of anger. Not at him, but herself. At whatever foolish part of her had allowed this to happen.

She exhaled sharply, turning her gaze back to the pond. “This is a mistake.”

A ghost of a chuckle. “Maybe.”

Silence. [Name] felt her pulse steady, her control returning. It had been months since the last time. Months since she had allowed herself to think of him. The last time since she had convinced herself she had found peace. But now with his presence beside her, his voice lingering in the air between them, that fragile peace splintered like brittle glass.

“The same thing you do.”

The words still echoed in her mind, unraveling the careful distance she had built between herself and the truth. She forced herself to look ahead, to focus on the pond, the water shifting gently beneath the moonlight. Not him. Never him.

“Leave.”

The word left her lips before she could stop it. A whisper, edged with exhaustion. She expected him to listen, expected him to step back into the shadows, to vanish as he always did. But this time, this time, he didn’t.

Instead, Akaza shifted beside her, lowering himself to sit on the engawa. [Name] tensed. She turned to him sharply, eyes narrowed. “I said—”

“I refuse.” His voice was quiet, but firm.

She felt something inside her tighten, twist itself into something unbearable. “You—” Her breath came out uneven, her fingers curling against the wooden floor. “You don’t get to decide that.”

He exhaled slowly, his golden gaze locked onto her. “Neither do you.”

Something in her snapped. Before she could stop herself, she moved—fast and unhesitating, drawing her sword in a single motion. The blade sliced through the air, aiming straight for his throat, and in a blur, he blocked it with ease. The force of her strike met the immovable strength of his arm, a gust of wind sweeping between them. Gritting her teeth, she pressed harder, but he didn’t so much as flinch.

“You’re still the same,” Akaza murmured, his voice almost amused.

"Shut up," she hissed, twisting her blade, aiming for another strike, only for him to evade with maddening ease.

Again and again, she attacked. And every time, he dodged, deflected, moved just out of reach. Her frustration mounted, her strikes growing wilder, more desperate. He was toying with her. Mocking her. It made her furious.

With a sharp inhale, she lunged once more, but this time, he caught her wrist. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to stop her.

Her breath caught, the sudden contact sending a shock through her system. His grip was firm, steady, but there was no hostility in it. Only understanding. Only something she could not afford to name.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body still tense, her pulse hammering in her ears. Softly, as if speaking to a wounded animal, he said, “Why are you fighting so hard?”

The question was simple. But it struck something deep within her. Her throat tightened.

“Because I have to.”

His hold on her wrist loosened. But he didn’t let go. “You don’t,” he said. “Not with me.”

She wanted to tear herself away. Wanted to deny everything, to shut him out, to pretend none of this was real. But she couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Until, something in her shattered.

The rage, the grief, the weight of a thousand unanswered thoughts; it all shattered in a way she could no longer contain. [Name] ripped her wrist free, her breath ragged, and without hesitation, she thrust her sword forward, putting the full force of her body behind it.

This time, he didn’t move.

Didn’t block.

Didn’t dodge.

Didn’t stop her.

Steel pierced through his chest, sliding past muscle and bone, sinking deep with a sickening finality that sent a violent tremor through her arms. The impact rattled her to her very core, and for a moment, the world stood still.

A sharp inhale left his lips—not a cry, not a gasp of pain, just a breath, soft and barely audible. His body jerked slightly from the force, and then… nothing.

The scent of blood filled the air.

[Name]’s eyes widened, her pulse thundering in her ears. She had felt it—felt the give of his ribs, the way her blade had embedded itself into his flesh, the undeniable proof that she had struck true.

And yet, he didn’t fall.

He didn’t even push her away.

Nothing but his hands that lifted slowly. For a moment, she thought he would pry the sword from his chest, wrench it free, defend himself. But he didn’t.

Instead, his fingers curled gently around her wrist, his grip steady; not to stop her, not to retaliate, just to hold her there. Her breath came fast, uneven, her entire body trembling as warmth seeped between her fingers, staining them red. Her mind screamed at her to pull back, to retreat, to breathe.

But she couldn’t. Because something in her refused, she couldn’t bring herself to move.

She stared at him, her vision blurring at the edges, her chest tightening with something raw and unnameable. He wasn’t looking at her with anger. Not with pain. Only something else.

Something deeper.

“Why—?” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Akaza exhaled slowly, his expression illegible, his voice quieter than ever. “Because you needed it.”

The words hit her harder than she expected. Something inside her twisted violently, the weight of them sinking deep beneath her ribs.

She had been so sure that this was what she wanted. That if she struck him down, if she ended this, then she could finally breathe. But now, now that her blade was buried in his chest, now that he stood before her, relentless even in his own ruin, she felt nothing but hollow.

“You let me—” She couldn’t finish the sentence.

His grip on her wrists tightened just slightly, a silent confirmation.

“I told you,” he murmured, steady despite the blood dripping from his lips. “You don’t have to fight me.”

She wanted to recoil, wanted to deny him, wanted to rip her hands away and leave this moment behind before it consumed her whole. But she couldn’t.

Because the truth was suffocating.

She hadn’t fought him because she hated him. She had fought him because she didn’t. Her stomach twisted violently, nausea coiling in her gut as she realized the truth.

She couldn’t.

His grip on her wrists loosened, giving her the chance to pull away. To finish it. But still, she didn’t move. Not because she lacked the strength. Not because she had hesitated. But because deep down, in the part of herself she had tried so desperately to silence—she hadn’t wanted to.

[Name]’s breath shuddered out of her, her body betraying her in its trembling. Every instinct screamed at her to finish it—to end this. It should have been easy. He had let her do it.

And yet—her hands refused to move.

This unbearable, undeniable truth that neither of them had spoken aloud.

“What do you want, Slayer?” His voice was softer now, lower, as if this closeness was something fragile, something that could break if he spoke too loud.

She didn’t answer. Because she already knew. And it terrified her.

She had stabbed him through the heart. And even through all of it, he was still here.

Still hers to kill.

Hers to let go.

[Name] swallowed hard, her fingers went slack against the hilt, the weight of the sword suddenly unbearable. The blade was still buried in his chest, the dark stain of blood blooming across his skin, but he made no move to remove it. He only watched her, his gaze steady, waiting.

Akaza exhaled, slow and steady, before he finally did what she hadn’t expected. He let her go.

Her pulse roared in her ears, her vision swimming. He had let her strike him. Had given her this, as if she had needed the proof, the reassurance that she could do it if she wanted to. That he would never stop her.

But that wasn’t what this was about, was it? It had never been about whether she could kill him. It was about whether she would. And she hadn’t.

A raw, broken sound escaped her throat, something between a sob and a laugh. She didn’t know what to do with the storm crashing inside her, with the emotions clawing their way to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged.

Akaza shifted, slow and deliberate, his hand raising to touch her face—but he hesitated. For the first time since she had drawn her blade, he was the one uncertain.

His fingers hovered inches from her cheek, as if waiting, as if giving her the chance to pull away. She didn’t. The moment his skin met hers, something inside her cracked open.

His touch was cold, too cold. It should have disgusted her. Should have sent her recoiling. Instead, her breath stilled, her body going utterly still beneath the weight of his palm. Akaza exhaled, slow and measured, as if grounding himself in this moment. His thumb brushed the edge of her cheekbone, so soft it was barely a touch at all.

“Do you understand now?” His voice was low, quiet, but there was something else there, something that made her throat tighten.

[Name] swallowed hard. She did understand. And that terrified her more than anything.

Because this wasn’t a battle. This wasn’t something she could fight her way out of.

This was her.

Her fear. Her want. Her inability to look at him and see a monster when all she could see was him.

And she despised him for that. Despised that he had stripped her of the armor she had spent years forging around herself. Despised that despite everything, she’d let him. She inhaled sharply and tore herself back, her sword wrenching free from his chest in one swift motion.

Akaza let out a quiet, pained breath at the loss of steel, his body jerking slightly from the force of it, but he didn’t stumble. Didn’t fall.

Blood seeped from the wound, dark and rich in the moonlight before it began to heal with unnerving speed, closing up as if it had never been there at all.

She had never been fighting him.

She had only ever been fighting herself.

The weight of it crashed over her, sharp and suffocating, and for the first time in so long—[Name] broke. A sharp, shuddering breath tore from her lips. She tried to suppress it, tried to swallow it down, but it was too late. Her hands trembled, her vision blurred, her body betraying every carefully built defense she had spent years fortifying.

And Akaza—damn him—he didn’t gloat. Didn’t smirk. Didn’t use this moment to prove himself right. He just stood there, like he always did.

[Name] let out a choked, bitter laugh, though it held no humor. “I hate you,” she whispered, but there was no venom in it. Only exhaustion. Only something dangerously close to surrender.

Akaza cocked his head slightly, his lips curling not into a smirk, but a small, knowing grin. “I know.”

She turned to face him, her expression tightening as the war inside her still raged, suffocating, relentless. She wanted to speak—wanted to say something sharp, something cruel, anything that would drive him away for good. But the words never came.

Instead, she stared at him, and something shifted; an unseen force, thick and heavy, pressing into the space between them.

The demon’s golden eyes flickered across her face, searching, reading her in a way that made her insides twist. His gaze lingered—on her eyes, on the tension in her lips, the unsteadiness in her breath.

She felt like an open book beneath his scrutiny, stripped bare in a way she had spent years avoiding. Nonetheless, he did nothing.

And that was what hurt the most.

For so long, she had convinced herself that she didn’t need him, that this pull between them was nothing more than a fleeting, dangerous illusion. But standing here now, trapped in the gravity of his presence, she knew—denial was no longer an option.

“Why did you come back?” [Name] finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes hesitantly searched for his.

When he met her gaze, there was no mask, no careful deflection. Just a quiet, undeniable softness in his eyes. “Because I couldn’t leave without knowing the truth.” His voice was steady, weighted with something deeper than words.

Her pulse stuttered. The truth.

It had been chasing her for so long, lurking in the corners of every fight, every fleeting glance, every moment she had refused to acknowledge. And now, he was forcing her to face it.

Then, Akaza took a step closer.

[Name] held her breath. She should have backed away, she ahould have put distance between them. Should have done anything but stand there, frozen in place.

But she didn’t move. And neither did he.

Then—slowly, carefully, as if afraid she might break—he raised his hand to her face again.

Her heart slammed against her ribs as his fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. She should have recoiled. Should have slapped his hand away. But his touch was soft, deliberate, and her body refused to listen.

His fingertips ghosted along the curve of her cheek, and suddenly, everything was too much—his coldness, his nearness, the steady way he looked at her. Not as a Slayer. Not as the woman who had fought him.

Just her.

“You’re not alone,” Akaza murmured, his voice like a whisper against her skin. “You never were.”

The words shattered something inside her. Her breath came uneven, the weight of his presence pressing against the cracks she had spent years reinforcing. And for the first time—she let herself feel it.

Not the anger. Not the fear. But this.

The connection between them, deep and unrelenting, something neither of them could name but both knew was real.

Akaza’s hand slid down her jaw, his fingers lingering as if debating whether to let go. For a moment, she thought he would.

Until his palm cupped her face.

[Name] inhaled sharply, her pulse roaring in her ears. His touch was gentle but unyielding, holding her there, steadying her in a way that made her want to fall apart.

And when he leaned in—so close that his forehead brushed hers, that his breath mingled with her own—she knew.

There was no turning back. Her resistance, threadbare and fragile, unraveled.

Akaza was here. And so was she.

Neither of them moved and neither of them spoke.

The silence between them was heavy, unbearably loud. Their bodies so close, their breaths uneven, the weight of all the unsaid things pressing in, pressing down. It was too much, and yet at the same time. it felt like everything.

“I’m not going to let you go,” Akaza whispered, his voice barely more than a breath in the quiet night. “Not again.”

[Name]’s eyes fluttered shut as a single tear slipped down her cheek before she could stop it. But this time, she didn’t pull away. She didn’t need to. For the first time in a long time, she allowed herself feel. Something she had spent years locking away—something too dangerous, too reckless in a world where nothing was promised.

But she didn’t care anymore.

This—he—was her truth. And there was no fighting it.

She remained frozen, her body trembling as Akaza’s cold hand lingered on her cheek, his breath warm against hers.

A part of her wanted to push him away. Wanted to fight every impulse screaming at her to give in. But now? Now, with him so close, the space between them barely existing, every wall she had so carefully built was crumbling.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, her heart slamming against her ribs. She fought the tide of emotions rising inside her—fear, longing, shame, confusion. But none of it stopped what was happening now.

Akaza’s thumb traced the tear on her cheek, his touch impossibly soft. Too gentle. Too much. She blinked rapidly, trying to force the tears away, but they came anyway. His presence, his words, his touch—it unraveled her completely.

[Name] tried to look away, to pull herself back together, but Akaza’s hand tilted her chin up, refusing to let her escape.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmured, his voice low, steady, and filled with something she couldn’t name. “Let it out.”

Her chest tightened, a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill. She was breaking apart, and it terrified her. But Akaza—his voice, his touch—made it impossible to stop.

She was so tired.

Tired of fighting. Tired of pushing him away.

His hand slid from her cheek to the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair, holding her there. And then, slowly, carefully, he leaned in.

[Name]’s breath hitched, the anticipation crashing over her like a wave. She didn’t move, couldn’t move, as his lips hovered over hers.

A pause. A moment stretched impossibly thin.

Until she felt it. The gentlest press of his lips against hers, soft and unhurried, stole the breath from her lungs.

It wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t hungry or reckless. It was slow, deliberate, like Akaza was memorizing her, savoring the weight of it, pulling her deeper into something she didn’t understand—but felt in every fiber of her being.

[Name]’s hands found his shoulders, her fingers curling into the fabric of his vest, gripping him as if she might fall if she let go. Her body, stiff and uncertain at first, began to melt beneath the warmth of his touch.

She didn’t know how to respond.

But she felt everything.

Her grip on his shoulders tightened. She had spent so long resisting—fighting against this pull, against him—but now, as his lips moved against hers with a slowness that was both unbearable and intoxicating, she felt that final barrier within her shatter.

She wasn’t supposed to want this.

She wasn’t supposed to want him.

But gods help her—she did.

Akaza’s hand remained at the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair as though he were memorizing the feel of it, as though he never wanted to forget. He kissed her with a tenderness that unraveled her completely, each movement deliberate, coaxing—like he was giving her every chance to pull away.

But she didn’t.

The warmth of him seeped into her, and the dam she had spent years fortifying finally cracked open.

When they finally parted, [Name] sucked in a trembling breath, her forehead resting against his. Her chest was heaving, her body unsteady, but she didn’t let go. Neither did he.

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to find some semblance of control, but it was impossible. Not when his touch lingered against her skin, not when she could still feel the imprint of his lips against hers.

Akaza’s thumb brushed against her jaw, tracing slow, reverent circles, and his voice—low, rough with something dangerously close to emotion—broke through the silence.

“You don’t have to be afraid.”

[Name] let out a sharp breath, a bitter laugh catching in her throat. Afraid? She had fought demons. She had walked through blood-soaked battlefields. She had stood at death’s door more times than she could count.

But this—this feeling, this raw, aching need—was more terrifying than any of it.

She swallowed hard, her throat tightening. “You don’t understand.”

Akaza tilted his head slightly, his fingers still tracing along her jaw. “Then tell me.”

She opened her mouth, the words forming at the tip of her tongue—I can’t lose you. I can’t care for you. I can’t survive this if I do.

But she couldn’t say them.

Because if she said them, they would become real. And if they were real, then she had already lost.

Akaza exhaled, a sound so soft, so knowing, that it sent another shiver through her. His grip on her waist tightened slightly, just enough for her to feel the warmth of it, the weight of it.

“[Name].”

Her name—her true name—fell from his lips like a vow. Like something sacred.

“I don’t want to be just another regret.”

Her breath stilled. Her vision blurred again, another tear slipping free before she could stop it. But this time, she didn’t turn away.

And when Akaza leaned in again, pressing another slow, lingering kiss against her lips, she didn’t fight it.

She kissed him back.

And just like that, she let herself fall—deeper and deeper into the whirlwind of feelings she had long suppressed, slowly unraveling as their lips moved in perfect rhythm.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, pressing herself against him. He was cold, yet warm all the same—solid beneath her hands, anchoring her to this moment, to him. The tenderness of the kiss shifted, deepened, something more urgent stirring between them.

A wave of heat spread through her chest, her skin tingling at every touch, every movement. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he held her—like he was giving her everything, like there was nothing left to hold back.

[Name] parted her lips slightly, and the moment she did, everything changed. The kiss, once slow and deliberate, turned heated, desperate—like they had both been waiting for this, like something between them had finally, finally broken.

She felt him now, really felt him, the growing erection straining against his pants and pressing insistently against her clothed intimacy. The warmth in her veins spread to her limbs, the tension of months coming undone, as though a dam had burst, and the pent-up desire came flooding out, traveling straight to her core.

The warmth of his breath against her skin, the way his hands gripped her waist, pulling her in, refusing to let even the smallest space remain between them. His touch was possessive, not forceful—needing rather than taking. It was as if letting her go was simply not an option.

[Name] responded in kind, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him impossibly closer, as if she could disappear into him entirely. The kiss became something deeper, something neither of them had dared to confront before—an unspoken truth neither had allowed themselves to accept.

Their tongues moved in an unrelenting rhythm, a dance of heat and urgency. [Name] let out a quiet, almost inaudible sigh against his lips, as though she had been holding her breath for far too long.

Akaza’s breathing was ragged now, uneven, matching the frantic pulse thrumming beneath her skin.

She pulled away briefly, gasping for air, her fingers clutching at his vest as her chest heaved. The intensity of the kiss left her dizzy, her knees buckling beneath her. Akaza was quick to catch her, his grip firm, steady—keeping her from falling.

Her face was already flushed from their embrace, and now, even more so as she muttered a breathless, embarrassed apology, trying to regain her composure. “I’m sorry, I—”

“Don’t apologize,” Akaza interrupted, his voice low and husk.

Without hesitation, he eased them both down, bringing himself to kneel as he hoisted her onto his lap, her legs settling against his hips. The shift in position sent a shiver down her spine. Her breath hitched, her body tensing at the newfound closeness.

If she hadn’t felt it enough before, she certainly did now—the solid warmth of him beneath her, the way his hands gripped her waist, holding her there like he had no intention of letting go.

[Name] swallowed hard, willing herself to suppress the soft sound threatening to escape her lips, her body betraying just how much she was losing herself to him.

But even then, Akaza wasn’t finished. Slowly, he guided her back against the floorboards, his touch careful, deliberate—like she was something precious, something fragile. She let him, trusting his movements as he shifted himself over her, his weight barely pressing against her yet grounding her all the same.

His eyes roamed over her, tracing the shape of her face, lingering on her lips, then drifting lower—over the exposed skin of her neck, the rise and fall of her chest, the subtle curves hinted at beneath the fabric of her uniform. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t need to. His gaze alone was enough to make her breath catch.

Heat crept up her neck, a flush spreading across her skin as she realized how intently he was looking at her. The silence stretched between them, thick with something unspoken, something she wasn’t sure she was ready to name.

“Stop that,” she mumbled, her voice quiet, laced with something shy and uncertain. There was no bite to her words, no real protest—just the overwhelming feeling of being seen in a way she never had before.

“Why?” He smirked, a low chuckle escaping his lips at her sudden shyness. “Am I not allowed to admire the woman dearest to me?”

[Name] rolled her eyes, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “You can do that by finishing what you started, Akaza.” Her tone shifted then, her face growing serious, though a flicker of amusement still danced in her yellow eyes.

Slowly, his hand drifted to her covered chest, fingers grazing the button of her jacket before tugging at it—yet he didn’t undo it. Instead, his gaze lifted to meet hers, searching for permission. In a silent plea, her expression softened, and with a small nod, she gave it.

With effortless precision, his fingers slipped each button through its hole, undoing them one by one until her upper half lay fully exposed to him. [Name] sighed as the cool air kissed her skin, sending a trail of goosebumps across her body while her buds hardened. Then, he reached for the belt of her bakama, loosening it just enough to slide everything off completely. She let him, even lifting before her bare skin met the cold wooden boards.

She hissed at the chill, earning an amused chuckle from Akaza.

“You know, demons don’t get cold. So, why don’t you—”

“Don’t start,” [Name] cut him off before he could finish.

“Just saying.”

And there she lay, fully exposed to him. Yet Akaza couldn’t have asked for anything more. His gaze swept over her—not with lust, no, nothing like that—but with pure admiration. As if he were worshipping her very existence, memorizing every inch of her skin—the marks, the scars from countless battles, the curves, the beauty—engraving it all into his memory forever.

Her face reddened slightly, flustered under his intense gaze. “Akaza—”

“Just let me admire you.”

Soon enough, his lips found her neck, trailing slow, deliberate kisses along her sensitive skin. Every kiss of his was wet and slow, the warmth of his lips leaving behind a tingly, cool trail that made her shiver with want as he got closer and closer to her chest. [Name]’s grip on his shoulders tightened as her body instinctively arched into him, craving more.

His mouth moved with purpose, pressing over every inch of her skin, while his hand slid up to cup her breast, his fingers kneading it with gentle reverence. and at the same time, his thumb brushed lightly over the delicate bud of her nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure through her.

The gentle touch sparked a soft moan from her lips, a whispered expression of the delight that was building inside her.

The sound she made ignited something deep within him. His mouth traveled lower, pressing soft kisses against her other breast before closing in on the hardened peak. The scent of her growing arousal reached him, sending a shudder through his body. His length throbbed at the thought of being buried deep inside her—if she’d let him. Oh, how he hoped she would.

His tongue flicked over her sensitive bud, drawing a moan louder than she had realized before he took the entire areola into his mouth, suckling gently while his fingers teased the other. Purposefully, he pressed his hardened cock against her dripping cunt, the sudden contact making her gasp.

Her thighs instinctively tightened around him, and she bit down on her knuckles, struggling to stifle the whimpers and moans threatening to spill from her lips.

Akaza noticed, releasing her breast as he reached for her wrist in protest.

“Don’t,” he murmured, his voice low and earnest. “I want to hear you. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.” His gaze locked onto hers, filled with unspoken desire. “Please… don’t hide your sounds from me.”

“Akaza…” she breathed, the sound of his name slipping from her lips as a soft plea and compliance.

His name on her tongue, his hands on her skin—it was too much, too overwhelming, and yet she couldn’t stop. The world outside of them, everything she had once believed, everything she had fought for—it all seemed irrelevant now.

It was just the two of them, here, in this moment, consumed by something neither of them had expected, something neither of them could escape.

His lips trailed back up to hers, claiming them once more in a deep, searing kiss. She melted into it, into him, as though she had no control over her own body anymore. She didn’t want control. She wanted this. She wanted him.

But even as she gave in, as she let herself be swept away by the heat of the moment, a quiet voice in the back of her mind still whispered. This was dangerous.

She broke the kiss, gasping a desperate plea. “Akaza...”

He knew exactly what she wanted. And oh, how badly he wanted to give it to her—because she deserved nothing less than the most mind-shattering pleasure of her life. And he would give it to her… but not just yet.

“Almost,” he murmured, a promise laced in his tone. His lips found her neck once more, trailing down her chest, over her sternum, and lower still—until he hovered just above her navel, dangerously close to where she needed him most.

In an agonizingly slow rhythm, he kissed his way down her body, nearing her thighs but avoiding the one place she wanted him to be. Each kiss danced around the sensitive area, teasing her further. [Name] could feel her patience beginning to fray, her hips bucking desperately, seeking any kind of friction against her pulsing clit.

“So eager,” Akaza teased, flashing a wicked grin. Oh, how she ached to fuck that grin off his face.

“Don’t tease me,” she complained, pulling his head between her thighs, but he effortlessly pried them apart with his hands.

He hovered just above her, his breath hot against her wetness as he inhaled her intoxicating scent. "As you wish," he whispered, his voice dark with intent.

As she directed, Akaza's tongue traced a languid path from the entrance of her pussy to her clit, circling the sensitive bud with deliberate slowness before his lips closed around it, sucking with a ferocity that bordered on desperation. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and [Name]’s hand instinctively flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as her hips bucked wildly, seeking to break free from the restraint of his grip.

But Akaza was nothing short of relentless, his hands pinning her down, holding her in place as he continued to lavish attention on her clit. Her body thrashed against his, her moans and whimpers rising to a fevered pitch, a symphony of sound that was both desperate and pleading.

The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of her desire, as Akaza's mouth worked its magic, drawing her closer to the edge of ecstasy with every passing moment.

"...f-fuck," she whimpered, her voice trembling with desire as she struggled to restrain herself from grinding her hips into his face. The lewd sounds of his slurping and sucking only seemed to intensify her arousal, making her wetter and more desperate for release.

Akaza, meanwhile, was consumed by his own desire for her. He couldn't get enough of her taste, which was sweeter and more intoxicating than anything he'd ever experienced before. The flavor of her was like a rich, heady wine, and he was drunk on it, craving more with every passing moment.

She was wet for him, and only him, and that knowledge only added to his arousal. He'd consumed the blood of many humans before, but none had ever tasted as good as she did. In fact, her flavor was almost as intoxicating as the rare and coveted blood of the marechi, a delicacy among his kind.

He was determined to savor every last drop of her, to drink in her essence and satisfy her desires, no matter how long it took. The thought of stopping was unbearable, and he knew he wouldn't be able to tear himself away until she was fully satisfied.

"So good," he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin as he shifted his attention to her opening. His hand slid upwards, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in gentle, insistent circles.

The sensation was nearly too much to bear, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of release.

"H-Hah..." she gasped, her breath catching in her throat as her body began to tense. "Gonna cum...Akaza," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. Her hips were moving of their own accord, thrusting upwards to meet his tongue as her climax began to build.

The feeling was intense, all-consuming, and she knew she was on the verge of losing control completely.

As he heard her words, Akaza's movements became more frenzied, his desire to bring her to climax overriding all else. He rubbed her bud with a ferocious intensity, his thumb moving in rapid, insistent circles as his tongue thrust deeper into her, stroking her inner walls with a passionate abandon.

It was overwhelming, and [Name]’s eyes rolled back in her head, her vision blurring as white spots danced before her eyes.

"C-Cumming," she cried out, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "Akaza, I'm cumming!"

The words were torn from her lips as her body began to shudder, the first tremors of her climax rippling through her like a gathering storm.

In a final, exquisite moment, her body surrendered to the wave of release, shuddering and convulsing as the crashing tide of pleasure swept over her. Her juices flowed freely, flooding Akaza's mouth with a warm, sticky torrent. He was ready, his lips and tongue working tirelessly to capture every last drop, refusing to waste a single moment of this shared pleasure.

As he savored the last drops of her essence, Akaza's own desire reached a boiling point, his erection straining painfully against the confines of his pants.

Yet, he restrained himself, waiting for [Name] to catch her breath as he gently released her trembling legs from his shoulders. His fingers idly drew circles on the skin of her thighs as he shifted into a sitting position, his eyes never leaving hers.

But rather than wait for him to make the next move, [Name]’s desire proved to be more impatient. Her legs suddenly wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer as she drew him into a fierce, passionate embrace.

Her face was flushed with need, her eyes burning with an unspoken need that left no doubt about her intentions. Though she didn't utter a word, her gaze spoke volumes, conveying a sense of urgency and longing that Akaza couldn't ignore.

Without hesitation, he surrendered to their mutual yearning, his hands swiftly moving to loosen the lace of his pants. He shoved them down, his cock springing free as [Name] watched with hooded eyes, her gaze fixed on the rigid length of him.

It stood rock solid against his navel, already glistening with precum, a testament to the intensity of his waning. [Name]’s eyes didn’t break, her attention riveted on his erection as she teasingly widened her legs, inviting him in.

"Seems like I wasn't the only one who was impatient," the words dripping with a sultry teasing, her voice was husky with desire as she whispered.

Akaza remained silent, his eyes locked onto hers. He could see the desire flickering in her eyes, a sight that sent a sharp pulse of heat straight to the tip of his cock.

With slow a deliberate movement, he leaned over her, his arms caging her him as [Name] felt him brush against her inner thigh. He settled himself to rest over the folds of her glistening pussy, the warmth of her body enveloping him. As he made contact with her skin, his breath hitched in his throat, and he couldn't help but let out a low, husky groan. He began to rub his dick between her wetness, the friction and moisture combining to lubricate himself.

"So wet," Akaza whispered, his voice low and sultry, as he continued to tease himself against her. "I can feel how much you want me, how much you need me."

[Name] sighed in desperation, her lips parting slightly as she waited for him to claim her. Her hands rose, fingers tracing the contours of his face, her touch sending a shiver down his spine.

"I've wanted you for so long," she whispered, her voice barely louder than their ragged breaths entwining in the space between them.

"You have no idea how long I've craved you," Akaza murmured, positioning himself at her entrance.

But he didn’t move forward just yet. Instead, he searched her face for any sign of hesitation, any flicker of doubt that might make him stop. Yet, there was none. No fear, no regret—only a quiet tenderness in her eyes, a trust so deep it left him breathless.

And that… that told him everything.

"Please," she whispered, a soft, desperate plea.

It was all he needed.

“If it becomes too much, tell me, and I’ll stop,” he murmured, his lips trailing soft kisses along her neck and collarbone as he slowly pressed himself inside her with a suck of his breath.

[Name]’s breath hitched, sensitive from her earlier orgasm, her body tensing as he stretched her inch by inch, the overwhelming sensation threatening to spill over into tears.

Sensing her struggle, Akaza stilled, refusing to push any further despite his body wanting to fight against it. Instead, he pressed tender kisses to her face, his touch full of quiet reassurance. But before he could speak, he felt her legs wrap around his torso, pulling him in completely. His breath caught, eyes widening in surprise at her boldness.

Pain lingered in her expression as she met his gaze, but instead of hesitation, there was a playful grin.

“I’ve felt worse,” she teased, voice laced with both challenge and trust. “So please… don’t stop.”

In that moment, Akaza was certain—she wanted this, she wanted him. Despite the pain she endured, there was no hesitation in her eyes, only unwavering certainty.

At last, once she had adjusted to his length, he began to move. His hips rolled in slow, steady strokes, careful not to push too hard too soon. With each measured thrust, he felt her body gradually relax, molding against him as the tension melted away.

He knew it still hurt—he could see it in the way her brows furrowed whenever he pushed too deep. But soon, the tension eased, giving way to ragged breaths and the sweet, unrestrained sounds slipping from her lips.

Before he knew it, he was moving within her far more easily, though she was still so incredibly tight that it nearly unraveled him right then and there. Her growing wetness only made it worse, the slick heat pulling him in deeper, making his own breathing turn uneven and ragged as he felt himself slowly losing control.

“Fuck…” he groaned, his brows drawing together as he captured her lips with his, his teeth clenching at the way her walls fluttered around him in response to every sound he made. “S-So good.”

[Name] moaned into his mouth, her body jolting each time his navel pressed against her clit, sending shivers through her. The contrast of her heated skin against his cool chest only heightened the sensation, her hardened buds brushing against him with every movement. Sweat slicked her body as Akaza moved with growing desperation.

“F-Faster, Akaza,” she pleaded, her head pressing back against the floorboards as coils of release began to build inside her. She felt incredible—better than she ever imagined—after longing for him for so long. And now, here they were, consumed by the fire of their own desire, lost in the raw need they had for each other.

It was all too much.

Akaza's response was immediate, his hips surging forward as he drove into her with increased urgency. The sounds of skin against skin filled the air as his breath came in sharp gasps, his eyes burning with an intensity that seemed to sear her very soul.

“[Name]," he groaned, his voice cracking with pleasure. "You’re so…so tight.”

He tried to be gentle, truly, but a primal desire had completely overtaken Akaza’s senses. He could feel himself getting closer, and he knew, with certainty, that she was almost there too.

In an instant, his hands found refuge beneath her ass, hoisting her up by the hips as he kneeled and continued his growing assault deep into her pussy. The sudden change in position sent a jolt of electricity through her body, and she felt herself being lifted to new heights of pleasure.

“O-Oh, f-fuck,” she gasped in uneven whimpers as the sound of slapping skin grew louder, her eyes squeezing shut as she turned away. “Gonna cum!” The words tumbled out of her mouth in a desperate plea, but Akaza was far from finished.

“Look at me. Don’t hide,” he demanded, his voice straining against his own moans. He threw her legs over his shoulders, leveraging himself forward as he plunged into her impossibly deeper than she’d ever thought was possible.

She nearly screamed, her arms hooking over his triceps as he pressed his forehead against her own. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, and she felt herself being drawn into the depths of his eyes.

As she opened her eyes to meet his, she watched every expression he made, every twitch of his face, every flash of pleasure in his eyes. His movements became desperate, fucking into her like a wild animal, and she felt herself being consumed by the same primal urge. The sound of their bodies crashing together filled the air, a cacophony of skin slapping skin, of heavy breathing, and of desperate gasps.

And that was all it took, all it took as he hit that sweet spongy spot that sent her reeling over the edge.

“I’m cumming—oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

The sensation was like a dam breaking, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over her, sweeping her away on a sea of ecstasy. She felt herself contracting around him, her body milking him for every last drop of pleasure, as Akaza's own movements became more frantic, more urgent. He was chasing his own release, and she knew that she was the only one who could give it to him.

She squeezed around his cock, still moving frantically inside her as she rode her orgasm, his hips growing sloppier by the second. The sensation of her inner walls contracting around him was almost too much to bear, and Akaza's control began to slip. He was a man, a demon, possessed, driven by a primal urge to claim her, to fill her with his seed.

Fighting back one deep guttural groan, his voice broke, his breath gasping as he drilled into her one last time. The sound that tore from his throat was raw and animalistic. His body shuddering as his arms reached to wrap tightly, but not too tight, around her twitching form. He held her close, his fingers digging into her skin as he rode out the waves of his own orgasm.

He came, and he came a lot. Deep inside of her fluttering walls that milked every ounce of cum out of him. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.

For the first time, Akaza felt himself being drained, his body emptying into hers as she continued to contract around him. It was a feeling of complete surrender, of total release, and he knew that he would never be the same again.

As the last spasms of his orgasm faded away, he collapsed against her, his body spent before his stamina and senses quickly returned, his mind reeling from the intensity of their passion.

He remained still inside her, lifting his head to rest gently on her chest. "Are you... okay?" he asked hesitantly, as if a sudden shyness had overtaken him.

[Name] lay there, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She lifted her head to meet his gaze, a soft smile curving her lips. "Never better."

They lay in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air between them. There was no need for further conversation; their bodies spoke for them, a quiet assurance that everything would be alright.

[Name]’s thoughts drifted to the long months she had spent running from her own heart. She had buried her feelings, hidden them beneath layers of denial, convinced it was easier that way.

It was easier to run.

To replace all of her pain with something numb.

And it was easier to go, than for her to face all of her pain all alone.

Easier to push away the overwhelming emotions that had clung to her for so long. The fear of letting them consume her had always been stronger than the pull of her desires.

But now, in the stillness of the moment, she realized something—she had never truly escaped. Not really.

This, right here, with him, was where she truly belonged.

Despite the worlds they came from, the roles they were destined to play—Demon Slayer and Demon—she couldn’t ignore the truth that was unfolding before her. They would face each other someday, inevitably, as enemies. It was a harsh reality, one they both understood. But not now. Not in this moment.

For now, they had this. The comfort of one another, the shared sense of peace that seemed impossible in the world they lived in. [Name] pressed her lips gently to his forehead, holding onto the fleeting warmth of the moment.

And for as long as it lasted, she would savor it—this connection, this quiet understanding.

They didn’t need to speak to know. This was their time. This was their now.

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the end.

[mizading]

Upper Moon Yandere Headcanons 

Characters: Douma, Akaza, Aizetsu, Kokushibo.

Description: If I’m being honest, I suppose this is how some of the upper moons would express their love normally, but a lot of it is unhealthy. For that sake, I’ll classify this as yandere headcanons for the upper moons with a female reader.

Warnings: Verbal abuse, death, forced affection, unstable behavior, paranoia, etc. 

Douma..

Once Douma declares something his, it belongs to him until he says otherwise.

Douma’s love is sincere but expressed in a twisted way.

As a cult leader does, Douma provides a facade of a perfect life with him if you stick by his side.

The lack of love and nurturing from Doumas parents causes an insatiable desire for the foreign feelings within him.

Douma uses you to replace the love he never received as a child.

His affection begins in a controlled manner. Consisting of little things such as random hugs, quick kisses, or asking you to hold him for a little while.

Over time, Douma would get a bit possessive. You were lucky if you managed to go more than five minutes without Douma forcing you into hour-long cuddle sessions.

One of his favorite things to do is cling to your body and nuzzle his head into your chest.

The feeling of your body's warmth is the only thing that calms his nerves.

Denying Douma’s love is like stabbing him in the heart from his perspective.

"You don’t really love me, do you..? You're just like my parents."

Denying Douma only makes your situation worse.

In Douma’s world, if he forces enough of his affection on you, you’ll eventually love him.

There are periods when Douma is severely mentally unstable.

During these periods, Douma made it clear that you could not and would not leave his side.

You're extra careful when he’s unstable. Any wrong move, and Douma’s threatening to end everyone close to you.

It’s hard for Douma to understand human emotion. Due to his lack of feelings, he can’t possibly understand why you would want to ever leave his side after he’s provided you with a perfect life.

Regardless of how you feel, Douma needs you too much to ever let you go.

Over time, Douma may possibly turn you into a demon to trap you with him for eternity.

He can’t risk losing something that he may never find again. Your love. 

Akaza..

Akaza would kill for you in a heartbeat if it came to it.

The word love itself isn’t nearly enough to convey how much he loves you.

He would love to buy you little things, such as hair pins, just to see your face light up a bit.

Every time you leave, Akaza must be accompanying you.

Akaza always keeps at least one hand on you.

He wouldn’t mind if you didn’t have much physical strength; that’s what he’s there for.

Akaza would rather die than ever see you hurt.

He has a tendency to hurt anyone who causes you just the slightest bit of inconvenience.

Nobody should ever dare gaze upon you with any ill intent.

The other upper moons avoid interacting with you; they know how Akaza can get when it comes to you. 

You're sacred in Akaza’s eyes; he’s practically on his knees for you.

Akaza can become delusional about your love for him. If you don’t hold the same feelings for him, he’ll convince himself otherwise.

Akaza will literally spend hours kissing every inch of your body to prove himself to you.

With night comes Akaza’s paranoia.

There's much more danger for you once the sun sets.

He won’t leave your side for a single second.

In bed, you're always in Akaza’s arms; he’ll refuse to sleep any other way.

Once the sun rises once more, his nerves calm just a bit.

He simply can’t bear the thought of a life without you.

Akaza will pursue your love until the end of time. 

Aizetsu..

Aizetsu is pretty sensitive. Please don’t be too harsh on him.

He craves your affection constantly; it’s the one thing he needs to keep going.

Aizetsu can get aggressive when you refuse to show affection.

He won’t hurt you, but he might get verbally abusive.

Once he’s calmed down, he’ll cry at your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist begging for forgiveness.

He always regrets his behavior once he’s rational again.

Aizetsu sees the world as a depressing place, and you are the only light in his dull life.

One of his many nicknames for you is Sun. 

When Aizetsu gets deeply depressed, he tends to get distant.

He’s running back into your arms soon enough. 

His favorite thing to do is hug you from behind and follow you around.

Aizetsu is excessively clingy on a normal day.

If he is not all over you, something is wrong. 

He’ll ask you to hold him when his anxiety gets hard to bear; you're the only one who can get him to calm down.

He struggles immensely with his mental health.

You happen to be the one to handle Aizetsu when he’s at his lowest.

A lot of it is taken out on you, and he hates himself for it.

A few hours of being in your arms is usually enough for him to be able to function again.

Aizetsu will always do anything he can to make it up to you the next day, starting off with flowers in the morning.

If you don’t forgive him immediately, he’s on his knees once again choking on his own sobs. 

He can’t sleep without you next to him, helping him keep his depressive thoughts away.

At night, he’ll often rest his head in your lap and ask for you to play with his hair.

The feeling of your hands touching his scalp takes his mind off of the billions of things running through his head.

Aizetsu depends on you, don't fail him.

Kokushibo..

Kokushibo is always lurking in a corner, watching your every move.

He prefers to watch you in silence rather than interact with you.

Kokushibo is aware of his unhealthy attraction to you.

Small gifts, such as earrings or handwritten notes, would be left by Kokushibo on most mornings.

He manages to find something to give you each time he goes out.

Kokushibo secretly has a soft spot for you; you're the only one who knows this, of course.

Any affection coming from you stays on his mind for at least a day or two.

Don't upset him. Kokushibo is quick to completely disappear for a few days to teach you a lesson.

Leaving without Kokushibo by your side is forbidden. Once night falls, you can’t leave at all.

His rules may be harsh, but they're for your own good.

On nights that he’s feeling extra stressed, he may ask you to play with his hair.

There's not too much physical contact between you and Kokushibo, despite his hidden obsession.

He has to have a lot going on within himself to flat-out ask for your touch.

Kokushibo will die protecting you. He vowed to keep you protected, always.

You’ll be kept secret from everyone except Muzan. He won’t have you around the upper moons, especially Douma.

If you're feeling particularly stressed, Kokushibo will sit you down and tell you stories from all throughout his 480 years of living.

Kokushibo deeply appreciates your simple presence since he’s been alone for so long. Knowing that you're there is enough for him.

He spends hours watching you sleep at night; he doesn’t sleep much at all himself.

It brings him a sense of peace to watch your sleeping face, knowing that you're at ease.

Kokushibo can live in some type of peace knowing that you're safe and his.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Upper Moon 1-3 + Muzan with an Affectionate S/O

(A/N- This was a request, and to the person who requested this I really hope you enjoy!!)

(Characters Included- Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, and Muzan)

(Warning: FLUFF and a little swearing)

🌙Kokushibo🌙

- Doesn’t mind it at all, though if you’re with him in an Upper Moon meeting then he’ll ask you to tone it down a little.

- When he reciprocates the affection, he does it in small but thoughtful gestures. Like holding hands, wrapping an arm around your waist, giving you his haori, acts of service, etc.

- His favorite thing that you do is when the both of you are laying down together and you’re cuddled up into his side. It makes him happy that you trust him enough to be so vulnerable around him.

❄️Douma❄️

- He loves it and he makes sure that you know it too. Happily reciprocates it as well, with a big smile on his face.

- He always makes sure to vocalize his appreciation for the loving gestures (very loudly too). Sometimes (majority of the time) if Akaza’s around and Douma is talking loudly he’ll get so pissed. Though he refrains himself from attacking him because he’s fond of you.

- Whenever you hug him he loves to wrap his arms tightly around you in a bear hug and then lean back real fast to lift you up.

🏀Akaza🏀

- He likes your affectionate personality. It’s one of the things he loves about you (well he loves every single thing about you-) and he cherishes it. He’ll only ever tell you that if he’s feeling really sentimental.

- Gets a little embarrassed by all the affection in public. Though he does get used to it over time.

- One of his favorite things to do when you’re showing affection is when you’re hugging his side and he wraps his arm protectively around your waist.

🩸Muzan Kibutsuji🩸

- He grows fond of the abundance of affection over time. Sometimes he’ll even smile a little at it. Also if he’s ever upset about something, your physical affection helps calm him down a little bit.

- Doesn’t mind PDA, he doesn’t give two shits about what others think about it. Even during meetings.

- He’ll subtly reciprocate the affection. He mainly likes to give you gifts and compliments as a sign of appreciation. On occasions when he’s feeling flirtatious he likes to tease you physically and verbally.

Masterlist

[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#129 Hashira with a Mouth-

Hashira!Y/n: What'cha thinking about?~

Akaza: Get the fuck off me.

Hashira!Y/n: Shh! Shh! Almost done~

Akaza*Blinks annoyed, scared, confused...and a little aroused* Almost done what?

Hashira!Y/n*Pulling small Nichirin out of his butt* -Getting my knife out of your buttocks, you pervert! Get your mind out of my pants!?

[akiranzee]

Characters: Kokushibo, Akaza (separately)

Scenario: Reader is a very talented artist and one day gets the idea to draw on the torso of their demon lover. It's really simple motives, like Koi fish, a pond with some lilies, spider lilies or stuff like that. But readers draws it very well and also takes their time to create art on the body of their lover.

Please don't make anything suggestive. I'm more for a romantic/soft mood.

This went into my mind during class and I can't get rid of the idea. I mean just imagine him staring at you while you're completely focused on your brushstrokes on his abs, wanting it to look as perfect as possible.

I hope you like this request <3

🖌️ • ° ` — \\ “AN ART OF ROMANCE”

╰┈➤ PAIRINGS: kokushibo, akaza x artist!fem!y/n (separated)

╰┈➤ W/C: 0.9k+

╰┈➤ CONTAINS: fluff, nicknames, icing on body, painting on body, & kokushibo and akaza is 35 while reader is 32.

╰┈➤ A/N: HELPP this ain’t rlly the ideal fic but uh hope u like it..?😭👍 [y/i = your initial; y/nn = your nickname]

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★ • ° ` — KOKUSHIBO || 黒死牟:

“wow!! congratulations, y/n-san. you hit it off again!” your co-worker applauded you for your yet again wonderful piece.

“ah.. thank you, so much.” you said embarrassingly. if the you from ten years ago is right here, then surely, she would break down in tears.

“would you like to celebrate your award-winning piece? there’s a company dinner today, and i’m pretty sure everyone would want to see you!!” your co-worker giggled happily, but you could only scratch the back of your head,

“oh.. sorry. about that.. i can’t- i have to go somewhere today..” you glanced at the wall clock nearby, seeing that it’s almost already time.

perhaps your co-worker saw, “ohh, a date with your boyfriend.” she teased.

“wha- how did you know!?” you gasped quite out loud, but she just hushed and pushed you towards the exit, “because you always leave early whenever it’s the twenty-fifth!” and, she waved you off goodbye.

you sighed when you finally gathered your thoughts and walked towards evergreen gardens, a garden that’s known for it’s fresh, vivid green environment, along with a breeze that’s never so cold, and never so hot.

as you reached the entrance of the garden, you had easily spotted your boyfriend — long black-haired with a mixture of crimson tips guy that’s just awkwardly sitting there in a corner.

slowly, you walked towards him, trying to conceal the sounds of your footsteps, and, “boo!”

kokushibo flinched a little, which — obviously, made you break out in laughter.

he just glared at you and turned his back on you.

“ah.. haha! what were you thinking, hmm? so deep in thought?” you walked on the other side of the round table and placed your bag on top, finally resting your tired legs.

“ha ha. very funny.” he deadpanned.

you were still laughing, in which he wasn’t so happy about.

“...and, congratulations.” you tilted your head at what he said.

“...for your piece. it’s all over the internet.” now, this shocked you. this boyfriend of yours wasn’t so techy, barely knowing electronics and stuff, but for some reason — here he is, claiming to have seen your success on the internet!

“well... thank you. now where did you learn, hmm?”

“the site was already open when i opened your laptop.” oh, yeah, you left so early this morning that you forgot to turn off your laptop.

“oh, oops. i hope you know how to shut it down...?” you hoped he did.

“after reading the manual, yes.” you laughed again, while he was sipping from his water.

“wanna order?” he tried to divert the conversation. typical kokushibo, you thought.

“hmm.. it’s still 5PM, though..” but, your stomach growled that you thought everyone in the world had heard.

“let’s eat early so we can go home early. i... have plans.” he said those last three words like a secret, but you still heard it. clearly, even.

you smiled, “okay!”

~~~~~

the sun was already setting, the candles were lit, the breeze was becoming colder, but still not so cold.

your orders were served, with his juicy steak with a side of pasta, and yours with sushi — the best sushi in town, for the record.

“there is something in your chin.” you looked up, from your sushi you completely indulged in that you wished you could always eat forever.

“here.” kokushibo stood up and wiped the little rice on your chin, as you both grinned.

he was always a gentleman, one of his perks that made you fall for him.

“are you almost done eating?” kokushibo asked as he sat back down, you could see him wiping his mouth with a fresh, white napkin, and his empty plate that was once filled with good food.

“almost.” but it didn’t sound like ‘almost’, because of the sushi you had stock up in your mouth, which — in turn, just made kokushibo chuckle.

“have fun eating.” he inquired, leaning back on his chair, slinging his arm lazily on the armchair, while watching you.

it was vague — but he remembered when he took a trip to france due to a business meeting, he had bumped into you right at the center of the eiffel tower.

cliché, like those ones that you see in the movies. his world did not slow down, like those of the movies that they described, but his world did change.

he found out that you used to work at an art studio there, and — somehow knew when you would time out and time in, and in those times, he would walk past the studio just to see you.

it was truly as if his once monotonous life became brighter, for every mornings and afternoons that he had looked up to, you would never be absent.

even after his business meeting, he stayed — inquired for a vacation in france, until you left and realized that you were also from japan.

then, he continued his routine with you, until he had finally mustered up the courage and strike a conversation with you.

it seems, that his memory is still not so vague, after all.

“i am done.” you said, wiping your mouth clean with the soft, white napkin.

he smiled, for after he finished his reminiscence of you, you had immediately appeared in the present, the reality of his life, again.

“where do we go off to?” you asked, as you checked your bag and stood up, whilst kokushibo did the same thing, but stretched and flexed his muscles.

“home.” he said. that was only one word, but it immediately brought a smile to your face. after all, before you met, you did not call your home his home, and he did not call his home your home. but now, in that one word, you would think of going home, together.

he intertwined his fingers with yours, as you both walked down the busy street of new york.

the now glowing lights symbolized that night was coming, that sun was set, and that the air would be much cooler.

the apartment you both lived in together was not so far, just a few streets away, such that you had reached it with no problems.

as you both entered the apartment, as soon as you took off both your coats, kokushibo led you to the bedroom, with a few things added.

there were brushes, paints, water, canvas, palettes, markers, easel, and et cetera.

“i looked at the storage and found that you’ve almost run out of painting supplies. this is my gift to you.” kokushibo extended his hand, for yet another gift — a small box in his hand, while you were still stunned.

you looked down on his hand, as he opened the box to reveal tiny initials, k and (y/i). he wore the necklace to your neck, and clasped it by your nape, as if it would be there, forever.

“i’m sorry... all i got you was a new briefcase..” but kokushibo merely chuckled. “i would take whatever gift from you, y/n.” he held your hand as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“...isn’t this the paint i’ve always wanted, but always sold out?” your eyes sparkled as you looked at a certain paint.

“...yes. i had to bargain some dealers in order to get that.” and that was when you knew this man would be yours, forever.

you hugged him tight, “i will add another gift, shibo.” you unclasped your arms from around him, and immediately scurried away to wash the paintbrushes, and opened the multiple, endless bottle of paints.

“...what are you planning, y/n?” kokushibo raised an eyebrow as he looked at you smiling giddily, paintbrushes in your hand.

“i want to paint you, shibo.” kokushibo’s eyes widened, “you would be wasting a thousand dollar paint on me, (y/nn).” but, he still lifted his shirt up, reluctantly, revealing the solid fiber of muscles in his chest, to his abdomen, all because he knows he could not — never say no to you.

“but you are art itself, shibo.” shibo. you always called him that. but it felt different, now. it tickled him the same way you’d trace your hand over his body, as if he was your grand trophy, the same way you traced the brush over his muscles, and painted on it, the cold would make kokushibo shiver, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

it took 3 hours, atleast. but it was of a moon, and the ocean underneath it.

“why moon?” he asked, as he looked down on it, upside down.

“because... it reminds me of you, shibo. everytime i walk home without you, i do not feel alone. because i feel as though you are the moon, that is constantly following me until i open the door and step inside our home. the moon does not hurt me like how the sun does. it does not burn my skin, blind me with immaculate brightness, it does not hurt my feet when i touch the grass barefoot.”

and that was all it took for kokushibo to plant a kiss on your lips.

★ • ° ` — AKAZA || アカザ:

“i’m home, kaza!” you heard sizzling by the kitchen, and you just know your boyfriend had cooked you a delicious meal.

“come in!” and yet he yelled from the kitchen, as you stumbled towards him, wrapping an arm around his muscular waist.

“careful, the oil is being a bastard.” but, merely, you giggled.

“wash up, you stink so bad, y/n.” but you playfully smacked his back and even raised your arms, in an attempt to let him sniff your underarm.

in which he playfully swat your arms away, and turned off the stove.

he pecked your lips, “i prepared the bath for you. go now, while i’ll still prepare dinner.”

you giggled, and hopped towards the bathroom, “okayyy.”

“hurry up or else i’ll eat without you!” he yelled, once again from the kitchen.

~~~~~

“i knew it! it’s chicken tonkatsu!” you gleefully exasperated, like a child that had been fed vegetables for consecutive days.

“eat up.” akaza was still chewing his food when he said that, and it made you laugh at how a rice fell out of his mouth.

in which he grumbled quite loudly.

“eat fast, kaza. i wanna do something.” your sheepish grin makes akaza raise one of his eyebrows, “if this is one of your tiktok dance challenge, i am not joining, girl.”

“no, i swear! the icing incident would be the last one..”

“that went viral.” not even minutes passed, but akaza had already finished his food and drank water.

“hehe.. they say you’re good looking, though.” you took a nip off of your chicken tonkatsu, “and, they said the water emphasized your muscles.”

“that does not make me feel good, y/n. if you’re attempting.” but you simply cackled, as you remembered the ‘icing incident’ in which you both danced for a tiktok video, but he accidentally squeezed the icing piping bag to his face while turning around, which caused you to help clean his face with water, that dripped down to his ripped muscles.

and, akaza still had not healed from that.

“oh.. that gives me a new idea, kaza!” but before you could glee in joy, akaza already sent you a warning glare,

“no.” and that was louder than any instruction you had heard in your entire life.

“no, trust! i’ll use the remaining icing, but no filming whatsoever!” you stood up, trying to persuade him.

“you want me to get eaten whole by ants?” he stood up with his plate, and went directly to the sink, not even bothering to look at you.

“oh, c’mon! it’s not like you’ll sleep with it! i just.. want to try drawing on you, okaaay?” you hugged him tight from behind, after also putting your plate on the sink.

“no.”

~~~~~

he says, but here he is, with two little pigtails by the side of his head, with his shirt off, as you painted on his back.

you tried painting on his abs/muscles, but it was too bumpy the koi fish in pond looked like toads on rain.

“are you finished?” he asked, grumbling, but he doesn’t hate it.

he looks at you through the mirror, face contorted with tongue stuck out in focus, nose scrunching up when a line curves slightly, smirking when you’re pleased on a certain part.

it was cute, he’s not gonna deny it.

“there! look, kaza!” you took the small mirror and reflected your work on the bigger one, your smirk growing into a grin.

“koi fish.. out of all?” he traced the intricate pattern of the white koi fish’s scales, little icing sticking to his fingers, “because it reminds me of yin and yang.” you answered, tracing the orange one, too.

“right, they’re even in the same position.” his fingers brushed against yours.

you hummed, “you’re my yang, i’m your yin.”

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[nino-rox]

Akaza x Male Human Reader | S

Warnings: NSFW Gay sex, Sexual themes (Rough, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex), Some blood. Top Akaza, Bottom Human Reader.

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post.

Akaza picked you up, your back against the wall, as his dick grazed against your hole.

The smirk on his face when he licked his lips told you that he knew what he was doing to you.

And you liked it. Akaza’s mouth covered yours, his tongue searching and pushing its way into your mouth while his hands squeezed your ass.

You kissed him back, one of your hands reaching up to touch his cheeks, as the other was wrapped around his neck. You never thought you’d fall in love with a demon - let alone get fucked by one against the wall.

When you felt the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, you tried to push him away, but it was useless. The thrust was smooth and deep, making your breath hitch.

“A-ah…” Akaza’s arms wrapped around you tighter as he bit your earlobe before moaning softly.

You bit his lip harder and moaned as he went faster. His dick throbbed inside you as it slowly slid out and then slowly slid back inside of you, hitting the spot just right.

“Oh, God…” you moaned as he fucked you faster. He bent his knees and moved you from the wall onto the floor, still thrusting inside you.

His body pressed against yours while his cock rubbed against every sensitive spot within your hole. Every inch of you tingled. His hands made their way to your neck again, this time holding it tightly. You could feel his fingers digging into your skin, leaving red marks that would turn purple after a few hours - it got harder to breathe.

Your moans became louder and more frequent as he moved faster and deeper. He was taking control of you now. And you loved it.

Your bare back was laid against the floor as your eyes were shut tight, sweat dripping down your forehead. Akaza removed his hand from your neck and brought it down to cover your mouth, silencing your cries. “Be quiet!”

Akaza whispered harshly. He fucked you even faster, his hips slapping against your ass with each stroke as you arched your back. Your head rolled from side to side, and you could feel the drool escaping your mouth. He placed his free hand under your back, making you arch it more as he bit down hard on your nipple. The pain shot through your body. You didn’t want to scream, but his nails pierced your flesh, leaving long, bloody scratches behind. It hurt like hell, but somehow, you couldn’t stop begging for more.

Akaza pounded you harder and harder until you cried out in pain. It felt like your skin was ripping apart, your body shuddering, and your muscles tensing. You opened your teary eyes to see Akaza lustfully watching you. The look in his eyes told you exactly how much pleasure he was feeling. It looked like it was too much for him to handle, so he closed his eyes, biting his lip as he came inside you.

He pushed his sweaty chest against yours as he pulled out and shoved himself into you again - continuing to rail you as his cum dripped out of your hole with each thrust. This time he kept fucking you - his muscular defined body completely resting on you - while groaning, muttering nonsense words. Then all of a sudden, his moans turned into screams, and Akaza started fucking you harder than ever as you let out sinful moans into his ear “AHhh Uh AH, I’m-im going to cum, Akaza��, You managed to choke out, crying out and writhing around on the ground.

With each thrust, you felt your walls clenching on his cock, the blood flowing down your thighs and soaking into the floor beneath you. Your whole body was drenched in sweat; his thrusts got sloppier as you heard him moan from ecstasy. You felt his cock begin to pulse around your tight walls, cum spewing inside you. Your entire body shook violently as you rode out the waves of ecstasy, his seed coating your insides. Your orgasm lasted for minutes, causing you to almost pass out. When it finally subsided, you both lay motionless, his dick still inside as cum oozed out of your hole.

REQUEST FOR PART 2!

[pfpanimes]

⌕ upper moon rank; three - AKAZA.

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[vrystalius]

Hello! How was your weekend? I hope you enjoyed it. Anyway, can I have the upper moon trio (Kokushibo, Douma and Akaza) plus Muzan reacting to having a girlfriend that’s just like or similar to Mitsuri? If it isn’t too much that is.

Upper Moon trio + Muzan having a Mitsuri-like S/O

Bubbly, energetic, sweet and strong— how will the Upper Moon trio and their king react to having such an adorable S/O?

Pairing: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Muzan x gn!human!reader

Kokushibo

He is slightly perplexed by your sunshine-like personality since it differs so greatly from his, and yet, Kokushibo found himself falling head over heels for you for that exact reason. You express your emotions so freely and openly wich makes reading your thoughts so simple. One glance at your flustered face and he immediately knows what is going on in that pretty mind of yours. Your cheerful and bubbly nature counters his silent and cold demeanour, wich is stirring a protector instinct in him.

Holding you on his lap while you speak about as festival you visited and the different snacks you got to try out, Kokushibo quietly worries about how your stomach must be either about to implode or your organs about to shut down on you by the sheer amount of food you are able to eat in one sitting.

Also, whenever you compliment, coo or admire him, Upper Moon One feels like he could confront Yorichii in a fistfight and easily win. Your praises pride him immensely, even if the only visible reaction on him to your praise could be a microscopic smile or his eyes slightly softening. Although your cooing and fussing over him makes him want to curl up in your lap and let you coddle and cradle him for the whole day and night. Even the strongest samurai sometimes need to be loved properly every now and then.

“You are a very odd human. I like it.”

Douma

He absolutely loves your personality! You greatly amuse him with how easily you get flustered and how sweet you are to anything and everyone, unaware of some people’s intentions. Your naivety and innocence is a factor on how Douma fell for you. He thought about how he should charm you, but you simply smiling and batting your lashes cutely at him blanks his mind and he immediately forgets everything he wanted to say to you.

Your strength also greatly impresses him. Although he’s an Upper Moon, Upper Two nonetheless, you can still easily pin him down or do some emotional damage by rejecting his pleads for a cuddle or kiss, even though Douma kind of holds back during play-fights so you can feel even stronger and more confident. Anything to make his little lotus happier!

Sometimes Douma gets too annoyed or tired to keep his mask of emotions on for longer, so he retreats to his private chambers and recharges by having you shower him in affection. “Love transfer” or “Energy transfer” he calls it. With every kiss you plant on his face and lips, his smile keeps growing and growing, until Douma is finally satisfied.

“You’re so adorable, I could eat you right up! No, not literally— unless you’re into that?”

Akaza

First and foremost, Akaza admires your strength and durability, although you do get scared and intimidated easily. He just has to flex his arms a little and you already get discouraged to keep your playfight or training going. Outside of training though, he does get embarrassed when you squish his soft muscle and keep complimenting on his build. Whenever you worry about how could he must be getting due to his barely-covering clothes and his icy blood demon art, Akaza gets extremely flustered and shy about how you seem to care to much about his health, although demons cannot get sick. As far as he knows.

Your bubbly personality confuses him. How can anyone can be this naive and happy? Akaza wonders how you managed to survive in this cruel world on your own, despite knowing you can give out some good ass-kicking. He just thinks that you’re too trusting and good for your own good, especially since you fell for a demon like him. He doesn’t deserve your kindness and love at all but is eternally thankful for it anyway.

Another thing Akaza really loves to do is to watch you eat. It’s comforting to him to share such a human activity with you, even if he himself can’t participate (he tried once before, he got a really horrible stomach ache from just one bite and you had to hold him for the rest of the night), he likes bringing you massive amounts of snacks from all over Japan and sit next to you while you try them all out and describe the flavours to him. He sits there and listens to your animated explanations with a smile.

“How can you be so… soft? You’re too sweet for your own good, do you know that?”

Muzan Kibutsuji

You were quite easy to persuade into marriage it was almost sad to him. Although you are a fragile and rather pathetic human, Muzan found himself falling more and more for your bubbly and sweet nature. You’re incredibly caring, something he usually thinks of as a weakness and way to get extorted by others like him, and it makes him feel at ease whenever you talk to him about literally anything.

Usually he’d shoo his previous wives away or simply execute them when they get too annoying, but with you, Muzan wants to have you near him at all times. He even revealed his demon nature to you and you accepted him with a smile. A nervous smile, but a smile nonetheless.

He likes playing with your emotions in order to get a certain reaction out of you. Muzan’ll bring you beautiful flowers and shower you in the most thoughtful compliments just to see you blush and cover your face in embarrassment. It’s funny to him how easily you get embarrassed by him simply pointing out the obvious: that you are the most perfect being that was blessed to walk the earth at the same time as he did. For once in his life, Muzan thanked the gods for something that was gifted upon him.

Muzan barely shows it, but he does really appreciate the amount of warmness and energy you brought into his life. Surprisingly, with you around, he is much more merciful. Barely targeting and punishing Akaza for failing to murder a random child, more patience for Douma’s antics and Daki’s whining. He does demand some kind of reward for it afterwards.

“Must you always be so cheerful?— It’s distracting.”

(Despite his harsh tone, Muzan is trying to save his imagine of being cold and harsh. Don’t be confused, please continue be as cheerful as you like. It’s like an antidepressant for him.)

💠

I missed writing for my favourite demons </3 I hoped you enjoyed this one! I’m sorry that it took so long :,) I had a lot of fun writing this since I really love Mitsuri and am planning on cosplaying her after Douma!! I hoped I incorporated her traits well.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care of yourselves!!

[sanemisstalker]

NSFW // KNY characters who take their pussy rare.

CW / Period blood / blood play / degradation/ (DOUMA) reader is viewed as livestock/ BDSM dynamics (Dom+submissive)

DOUMA

-Of course Douma eats it bloody. That's like, his whole character theme.

-I think Douma has a particular fondness, in fact, for bloody pussy.

-He can smell your hormones pulsing with each cramp. You're aching and pleading not to be touched too rough, and Douma is just shaking with excitement.

-he would never. Have you no faith?

-He's certain blood is actually better than your typical wetness. Says you're tighter when you're cramping. His dick slides better in your lining.

-Has an array of things set up to catch your blood for later. He has jars of it at this point. Keeps it on ice. You don't see him use them ever- You just know they're there, and notice when one dissapears.

-The worst part is that he assures you he doesn't drink them. Those would never be for him, absolutely not. He doesn't have leftovers, silly.

-You don't know where your blood is going, or who it's going into, but he keeps you too fucked out to care regardless.

-'Ah- Another one? Did you know, when you contract, You're pushing all the good stuff out of your womb?'

-He's saying this with you sat on his face. You don't quite hear him, and it takes a moment for you to grasp just what he's saying.

-If you knew him better, which you don't, you'd know he's talking about the actual lining of your wall. He views a womb as a particularly sacred delicacy. As if he's eating a holy relic of sorts.

-So of course he'll take whatever comes from it. It's like a cow with milk. When you stop bleeding, he'll eat the rest of you, but you've got quite a bit of life left to live cushy and pampered.

-He believes this bizarre little practice keeps him at upper two after all. Your bloody cunt is the closest he gets to religion, in a way. Women are so fascinating, with your ready to eat buffets for demons, and that dumb little button you have that makes you crave that?

-If he believed in God, he would be sure the menstrual cycle was a divine design, made especially with him in mind. Not only are you lethargic and aching, but he gets to bully you, and you're supplying him food?

SEKIDO

-One of them has to batter you back into submission when you're like this, and none of them seem anywhere near as capable as Sekido. Or as enthusiastic.

-You're a bit nippy during your period. The four understand this much. The other three seem content, in some capacity, to let you run your mouth. Sekido doesn't like being disrespected in any capacity.

-His clones encourage him to behave... not kindly, but mean in other, more helpful ways.

-It's really hard for him to not eat you whole, starting with the meat of your inner thighs. Your moans ground him, but also bring him dark thoughts.

-Would you moan if he started tearing through your flesh?

-He becomes the only one allowed to fuck you on the first day of your period. That's his bull to handle. His pussy to make a mess of. He plays it off as though he's handling an unwelcome task, but he's very quick to deny anyone else the right.

-Will degrade you if you enjoy it even a smidge.

-'Are you moaning? Disgusting! This isn't the time for hysterics!'

-Shocked and amazed when your cramps actually do lessen. Was entirely lying for the bit and doesn't believe you when you say you're feeling just slightly better.

-Is driven to a near frenzy when you cum and a drop of blood slips down to your taint. He's not wasteful.

-He's more upset at how much he enjoys it compared to how much you enjoy it. He shouldn't enjoy something so disgusting, and he assures you he's not, but his lips are covered in your blood, and it's really hard to take him seriously.

TENGEN

-four wives, one for each blood type. He jokes he knows how each tastes and can tell the difference by smell alone.

-Very public about this. Not shy to admit to his tastes. He pleases his wives constantly, let it be known that something as small as blood would never prevent him from such an important task.

-If he sees even one of you cramping, he's got you on the ground or the flat of the nearest surface to fix it. He hates seeing you in pain and will do anything in his power to circumvent it. His tongue is definitely within his power.

-Tells you that his seed really is a cure all, he isn't wrong. The warm liquid splattering up against your sore cervix- It's almost comforting in a way. Cooling, even.

-Loves fingering you, too. Places the softest, warmest hand just barely on your stomach, because it hurts so bad, but you tug it to your uterus everytime. A nice heating pad while he works out all the awful things.

-'Ah, does that feel better? I know it hurts, let your lord take care of it.'

-Such a service top it's almost sickening. Living with the three others, and having you sync up? Tengen has had more than one busy day.

-Will cockwarm you if need be. The sex is gentle in comparison. It can get rough if so desired. After the really bad cramps, he's willing to push aside any mess to let you chase your high.

-His thighs look really pretty covered in blood.

-He's his wives personal fuck toy, and he takes pride in that. Especially if they go from aching and exhausted to cumming and overjoyed. Helps them get back on the job.

-Tengen actually enjoys the blood as well. Thinks it adds a certain- artistic flare to your pussy. And to his dick.

AKAZA

-Eats pussy for his own enjoyment. At your service, hand and foot, 25/8- Does not care what state your vagina is in, he's just grateful to be here.

-A very calm lover. A very calming lover, as well. Doesn't care about taste, smell, visual- barely even cares how he got there. All that matters is that he's doing his job, and he's fulfilling your wishes.

-Such a service bottom it is UNDENIABLY sickening. Zero regard for his own pleasure, entirely subservient.

-See Guard dog and wounded master. Willing to lick the blood from any given wound if he believes it to help. Wishes his spit was healing because seeing you like this is gut wrenching to him. He isn't sure why, but he know it hurts.

-Kitten licks to your clit. He doesn't care if his tongue gets tired. His thumbs massage your lips, keeping your ass elevated at just the right height to make all of it fade away.

-Begs you to come even if he knows how hard that must be given the circumstances. Can't bare to see you in pain anymore than this.

-The head boarders on high. He's chocked you full of any and every pain killer from the time. As it works it's way through your veins, the soft pampering to your pussy becomes borderline overstimulating.

-He thinks you're squirming from pain, so he tries even harder to make it feel better. You can't stop cumming once you start.

-You're in tears under his tongue, and he's lapping up every drop of blood your pussy has to offer. It's euphoric for him, in a way. This was a large point of contention between the two of you. Never wanting to be eaten, and yet being satisfied in such a gluttonous way.

-When you push his head away, he looks up at you with a cakey, pink face. His eyes wide and wondering.

-'Was I too rough?' And when you shake your head no, and your voice sounds all too content, he can't help but smile. With his reddened, cum and blood covered lips, he looks a little too perfect.

-'That makes me happy.'

[reirasheadcanons]

UPPER MOONS X READER (ONESHOT)

Featuring: Akaza, Douma, Kokushibo

Cw: none, just some cute headcanons, English isn't my first language, so I apologise if I make any mistakes.

Hope you enjoy!!

note: mention of having a family, kinks and alone time.

Akaza:

He is awkward towards any women expect you. He believes you both get along very well which is the only thing that matters to him. He have never told you that, but sometimes he is dreaming of you both having a family.

He enjoys giving you gifts of any kind. "Hey doll, do you want me to bring you anything when I get back?" "A-akaza you don't hav-" "I'll bring you something, see you later."

He has a lot of trust issues that's why he ALWAYS gets you together in missions (even if a hashira is around).

It may sound stupid, but he truly believes in love at first sight. So basically when you first caught his attention, he wanted you. "Do you love me?" "Of course I do! Are you dumb?" "Looks who's talking, you are really getting ahead of yourself, aren't you love?"

Once you told him Douma scares you, it was the last time Douma has heard of you. (Akaza was really proud of himself for that).

Even though he is a demon, he doesn't want to give you the impression that he ACTUALLY eats humans. (he starves himself when you are around).

Douma:

He is a psychopath and you know it. "When I get back from my temple, want to go outside and haunt people?!?" "Douma I don't want to." "B-but I-" "No." Your answer was clear. "Fineee only because it's you 😊"

"Hey, hey y/n! Lord Kibutsuji told me I did good!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??" One answer, you couldn't. He always gets excited when he gets praised. "Good job Douma, good job." You pat his head sweetly. From now on, he is the happiest demon alive.

He hated when you talked about other upper moons in front of him. "Douma, isn't lord Kokushibo so cool?" Silence. "Aren't I cool enough for you y/n?" You knew that attitude. He was being jealous. And you knew that Douma being jealous isn't the best thing.

Other than that, your boyfriend had a very weird and unusual kink. He loved painting your nails for you. Red, blue, yellow, it doesn't matter. As long as his darling is satisfied.

In your alone time, he enjoys hugging you. You can't say no to him. You know he won't listen. He wants for himself. He is the only one who can claim you. What a man huh.

Once, he saw you hanging out with Akaza and he quickly joined. Sometimes you say to yourself that it's better without him.

Kokushibo:

Something about this man drives you crazy. His eyes, his scent, his aura.. and yeah. You eventually found out that he accepted Douma's offer and he stared wearing perfume. You teased him A LOT when you found out.

As lord Muzan's favourite upper moon, he has to stay in missions more than usual. He always knew how to pay back for that. Gifts, dresses, food. Everything to satisfy your needs and to win your heart. "Moonlight, I brought you this dress do you like it?" Of course you did.

He had a really ward time to talk/communicate with the other upper moons, which really caused you anxiety. "'Shibo, do you get along with the others?" Silence. "I do." "No you don't", "I do.", "No.", 'Yes." That kept going for a while.. You knew he was trying really hard to talk with them. You also knew he hated it when they stared at you.

When the other upper moons found out about your relationship with Kokushibo, you were in serious danger. Although lord Kibutsuji didn't even paid attention to it, the others did. You decided to stay away from them and only wait in Kokushibo's temple. As it's normal for a human, the infinity caste scared you a lot.

It is believed that Kokushibo is a really tough demon. When it comes to his nightmares he isn't the same. He once saw his twin brother on his sleep, something that caused tears in his eyes. You didn't know much. You only knew his name was Yorrichi. After all, you weren't even allowed to call out that name. You stayed close to him, hugging him, telling his it's going to be alright. He was so glad to have you.

He was really insecure of his looks. And that's the main reason why he didn't want to be seen with you. A goddess like you, with a monster.. what could the world think? It didn't matter to you. He was yours and you accepted him.

HOPE YALL ENJOYED IT! I APOLOGISE IF IT'S TOO SHORT!! SEE YOU NEXT TIME<3

[thee-horny-thicky]

Loved the last ask you answerd, so I wanted to request "Upper moons (plus rengoku) With they're dynamic, like what type ofsub anddom dynamic do they follow, Service top, harsh dom, strict dom, soft dom, bratty sub,pillow princess sub ect

The Upper Moons’ *Plus Rengoku* Dom/Sub Dynamic

Just to be safe, I'll put a trigger warning here, as some of the scenarios for these headcanons have dubious consent.

Let’s get the outlier out of the way, Rengoku. He screams white knight dom. Loyalty is a value everyone in his life must have, and he will position himself as your protector, even if you can defend yourself. He’s the epitome of the knight in shining armor, ready to rush into battle and defend any damsel in distress. He will always act when something is wrong, even if it means putting himself in harm’s way.

He isn't the type of dom who will have a lot of sex. He prefers quality over quantity, and the most intimate experience is his favorite. However, if you're feeling particularly needy, he'll make an exception to satisfy your needs. He can’t have his princess be unhappy, after all.

Though he’s capable of meeting you halfway, Rengoku also values control, perhaps to a toxic degree. He likes taking charge and making decisions, even if he hides it well. This combined with his worry about your well-being can make him possessive and annoyingly domineering. He will want to be involved in every aspect of your life, even if he doesn’t need to know. The best you can hope for is a compromise that'd put his mind at ease, without your wish being denied.

  Do you want to do some shopping while he's out? Fine, but you're taking some Kakushi with you, and he's personally picking which ones.

However, his hardheadedness can lead to some friction. And when you aren't feeling so civil, an argument can be sparked. In that case, you're in trouble. No matter how valid your case is, expect a punishment.

Rengoku's punishments range from denying your requests to taking away privileges. He's a master of discipline and has many ways to make sure you'll learn your lessons. The princess treatment you've become accustomed to will cease, because how else would you ever learn? You can expect a spanking, withholding sex, or a night of chores, among other things. So be on your best behavior, or he'll make sure you regret it!

But despite his overbearingness, Rengoku is aware of your needs and desires and will make it his mission to fulfill them. He may be frustratingly stubborn, but you will be treated like royalty, never wanting anything, and always being protected.

Moving onto the Upper Moons.

Gyutaro just screams brat tamer. The years of abuse he’s endured resulted in him developing an inferiority complex, one that plagues him even into demonhood. Except as a demon, he could take what he wanted, and (almost) no human could stop him.

When it comes to women, he lives for bringing a bitch down a few pegs.

When you, a little haughty whore, started working at the brothel and dared to disrespect his sister, he jumped at the opportunity to teach you a lesson. He’ll shut your bratty mouth up with his dick, forcing his length down your throat until your nose is buried in his pubes. Only when he shoots his load will he let you go. But that doesn’t mean he’s done with you. No, you’ll be his plaything until he’s done something about that snotty attitude. He’ll take his time breaking you, and once he’s accomplished his goal, he’ll own you.

If he chooses to dispose of you, he’ll hunt for his next brat to tame. But if he chooses to keep you, the relationship will transfer into more of a master/slave dynamic. Your body, your will, everything about you would be his, and that’s how he likes it. He wants you to be dependent, for him to be the only thing you can rely on.

Soon, the sound of your teary begs become Gyutaro’s favorite sound, and he’ll go to great lengths to hear it.

He enjoys inflicting pain, though hurting you is a means to earn your submission when you get out of line, not his end goal. However, he can’t get enough of watching your face contort in the middle of his fun, be it a punishment, or forcing orgasms out of you. He will push you past your limits until you’re a whimpering, squirming mess. You won't be given relief until he decides you've earned it. Only when you’ve shown that you’re a good girl who learned her place will he let you come.

Once he's satisfied, the aftercare begins, and you will have everything you need. If you’ve been good, he’ll pepper your body with kisses as he tends to your wounds, showering you with praise. If you’ve been bad, you’ll be lucky to have him toss you a clean rag.

From time to time, he’ll also engage in primal play, particularly when he needs to work off some extra stress caused by Daki or Muzan.

Speaking of primal play…

Maybe it’s due to his inhumane appearance, but I immediately thought Primal Dom for Gyokko. Put bluntly, hunting gets him hard, especially when a pretty thing is his target. He loves the power rush it gives him, hunting you through the wilderness as he uses his powers to chase you. He knows you have no chance of getting away, and your panic makes the whole thing more delicious to him.

Once he catches you, he'll throw you down and truly begin his fun. He'll take his time devouring you, making a meal of your body. You're just a pretty little piece of meat to him, and he will savor every moment.

As his plaything, you’re subject to his whims. You won't come until he allows you to, and the pleasure he provides will always be just out of reach until you submit. You'll be forced to the edge and held there, unable to tip over until he decides.  He will tease, prod, and test you, then use his big hands to fill your holes. At the same time, he’s marking your flesh, making sure everyone knows you’re his.

Hantengu:  As I did last time, Hantengu’s main form, Zohakuten, and Urami will not be included. Instead, we’ll focus on his hot and grown manifested emotions.  

To the surprise of no one, Sekido is a sadist. He wants to see you break down in tears and cry out in pain, whilst begging him for pleasure. As he ‘plays’ with your poor body, he’ll deny your orgasms until you beg, (noticing a theme here?), then force you to earn it by whatever means necessary. If you’re bad, though, expect to be violently punished. Don't expect him to coddle you and whisper sweet nothing into your ears when it’s all said and done. At best, you'll get a kiss as he cleans you.

Based on the name alone, you’d think that the manifestation of Hantengu’s pleasure is a pleasure dom. But Karaku isn’t a straight top or bottom. Nope, he’s a switch! Sex is a game to him, one that’s about getting as much pleasure as possible. Thus, he’d switch it up depending on the mood he’s in. If he wants to watch you scream in pain, he'll be a harsh dom, and if he wants to hear your pretty moans, he'll be a soft dom. And if he just wants to feel good, he’ll become a power-bottom. If you want complete submission, you’ll have to take it by force, which he’ll also enjoy. And a little warning, if he's in the mood for a good fuck, expect him to drag you into bed, no matter where you are.

Our darling Aizetsu is the only true submissive of the line-up, as he’s a total bottom. His outlook on life is tinted by his sadness, and he views every negatively. Sex is no different, at least until you show him otherwise. When he discovers that intimacy is the key to bringing him joy, he’ll quickly become addicted to the act. He isn’t too fond of being the dominant party, but he'll make an exception if you ask nicely. But if it’s up to him, he’ll stick to subbing. He loves to be showered with praise and to have someone dedicated to pleasing him. A service top is a good fit for him, one that’s skilled in brat-taming. Because when he gets comfortable, Aizetsu can be a brat. Expect him to be demanding, and when denied, a sobbing temper tantrum may be possible. When that happens, a punishment is in order. Once he’s put back into his place, he’ll go back to being a good, needy boy.

Now, Urogi is the pleasure dom of the group. Similarly to Karaku, he views sex as a game to enjoy. But unlike his brother(?), it’s a game he must always be in control of.  You'll only orgasm when he deems it appropriate, and he’ll force out as many as he wants. He'll push you past your limits for his amusement, using you like a toy as he takes whatever he wants. And after all that fun, you'll receive your reward; the aftercare of a lifetime.

As a demon, it’s in Akaza’s nature to be in control. However, just because he’s topping, (and a demon), doesn’t mean that he’ll be cruel. Quite the opposite, as he’ll never do anything to hurt you. At least without you asking first. The reason Akaza enjoys topping is because that’s how he can best give his lover what they need. His pleasure comes from yours, so even if he shies away from something at first, he’ll do whatever it takes to make you come hard.

He likes to know exactly how to please his partner, and the best way to do that is by learning what you like. He’ll set aside time to discover your sensitive spots and kinks, only deeming his mission a success when you’ve had a few orgasms.

Once he knows what his lover needs, Akaza will use that knowledge to bring you bliss. He will worship your body, kissing and caressing you as his hands, tongue, and dick work their magic. The entire time, expect him to smother you with praise, whispering sweet nothings as he tells you how good you are for him.

Akaza will take his time cleaning and massaging you. He can be a bit intense during aftercare, smothering you with affection and being 110% sure you’re okay before allowing you some space.

 As a lover of women, he will engage in femdom, where he’ll switch from a service top to a service bottom. He’ll allow you to do whatever you please with him, because he only wants to please you. So basically, a dom-leaning switch.  

Speaking of switches….

The. Biggest. Switch! When you first entered a relationship with him, he’d be the dominant one most of the time, especially if you were human. No matter how sweet your cunt is, as a demon, he’s above you.

To no one’s surprise, when he’s in control, he’s a total sadist. He’ll spank, slap, choke, whip, claw, bite, etc., anything to inflict pain on you. He loves seeing you all bruised and bloodied, your eyes puffy and red from crying, your bottom lip trembling as you plead for mercy. It gets him painfully hard, driving him to get harsher and harsher during sex. And just as you’re on the verge of breaking, he’ll stop and start to coddle you, cooing sweet nothings and wiping your tears away as he cares for your wounds. You’re his favorite pet, after all, so he can’t destroy you completely.

However, if you resist his affection, prepare to be punished for your insolence.

Only when you become a demon will be start to give up some control, but you’ll have to take it by force. It’d excite Douma more than he’d want to admit when you break from your restraints and slam him down, your hands around his throat as you start to fuck him as roughly as he fucks you. Rather this means riding him or taking his ass, that’s for you to decide. He'd play a little game where he bottoms, acting like he doesn’t like it and that he’s above subbing, even though that’s when he cums the hardest. He’s a total brat, and he’d push you to the limit until you snap and fix that awful attitude of his.

When Muzan assigns him a pretty young thing to train, his cock will start to awaken. The thought of molding you excites Kokushibo, and his mind will quickly venture to the gutter. Just thinking about teaching you how to fuck nearly makes him feral, making him lose his signature stoicism.

Every day, he will work you to the bone, and when night comes, you will be rewarded for a job well done. He will worship your body, lavishing every inch with kisses, caresses, and bites. His mouth will explore your sensitive spots, his tongue eagerly diving into your warm, tight hole. His fingers will rub and stretch your entrance, making sure that you are well prepared to take him. Then, he will pound into your pussy, fucking you into the mattress. His pace will be relentless, and he will not stop until you have milked him dry.

When the deed is done, he will tend to your needs, making sure that your wounds are taken care of and that you are relaxed and content.

Don’t think he’s soft, though. He will make sure you know your place, and if you try to act out, he will punish you accordingly. He will not hesitate to spank you, choke you, whip you, whatever is necessary to correct your bad behavior. You will be put back in your place, and he will make sure that you know how to behave properly in the future.

His expectations will be high and rules numerous. He will not go easy on you, as he has no room for error. He’ll mold you into a slave to his whims, making sure you’ll bend to his every command. If you fail, don't expect to get off lightly. He won't stop until you're sobbing, with the lesson he’s seeking to teach drilled into your head.

This should go without saying. Muzan is a demon who craves control and expects respect. His sex life is no different, and when in relationships, there’s a 24/7 master/slave dynamic at play. He'll keep you on a tight leash—sometimes literally—and require you to ask permission for everything unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Wanna eat? Ask Muzan. Wanna bathe? Ask Muzan. Wanna sleep? Ask Muzan. Wanna go somewhere without him? How dare you ask that? You just earned a punishment.

In day-to-day life, you call him Lord Muzan. When he fucks you, he’ll expect you to call him Master. What he calls you depends on his mood, but he's very fond of referring to you as his ‘pet.’  And just as your title is dependent on the day, so does how he fucks you. He’ll always find a way to mark you, be it choking you until his fingerprints are visible, biting you, digging his nails into your skin, etc. Likewise, he’ll always restrain you, be it with rope, or just holding your wrists above your head.

If you’ve been particularly bothersome, he’ll spank you, then edge you until you’re begging and sobbing out apologies. If you’ve been a good girl, he’ll give you as many orgasms as you want.  

During aftercare—if he feels like providing it—he’s incredibly clinical about the whole thing and usually treats it as a chore that must be completed.

A/N: This one was longer than expected, but I hope you enjoyed it! I enjoyed writing this ask, and it spawned a few fic ideas 🤭

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AKAZA ☾ NSFW

CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE?

PEACH'S 2k MILESTONE EVENT

CW: 18+ • MDNI • mild dacryphilia • slight blood/biting kink • explicit sexual content

“That’s it, pretty baby — fuck,” Akaza panted as you ground down against him once more, your thighs splayed over his as you bounced up and down his length.

Bounce might have been too generous of a word, given that Akaza’s considerable size and girth meant you felt like you were more so impaling yourself on him than anything.

Your thighs burned with the effort it took to drag yourself up and down the pink-haired demon’s cock, your pretty chest heaving with the effort as you struggled to find your breath.

Akaza, it seemed, was all to content to sit back, occasionally thrusting hard enough up into you that a choked gasp tore from your throat as you struggled to remain upright on his lap.

“A-Akaza… please,” you whimpered, arms struggling against the firm grip he had around your wrists from where they were pinned behind your back, a single one of your lover’s hands forming the ironclad manacle against which you now twisted and trembled, desperate for him to let you touch him.

The demon’s hand tightened around your wrists as he used them as leverage to help lift you up and down his cock. His grin was nearly carnivorous as he leaned forward, tugging a stiff nipple into his mouth, his sharp teeth grazing over your sensitive bud, teasingly.

“What’s wrong, gorgeous?” He cooed, his eyebrows furrowing in mock-concern. His tongue dragged up from your breast to your throat, where he let his teeth prick the delicate skin there until the smallest beads of blood gathered, the demon lapping them up with a quick, sensual lick of his tongue.

But you couldn’t answer him, not with the way his free hand wedged between your bodies, resting flat on your abdomen and pressing down. You gasped as Akaza began to rub against your front wall, your walls tightening around him and threatening to never let him go.

Though, you supposed, you wouldn’t be opposed to being the demon’s cocksleeve for eternity — not when the blunt tip of his cock kept pressing against that spot.

You strained against Akaza’s iron-tight grip against your wrists and let out a pitiful whine, your hips uselessly rolling into his with your impatience as tears began to sting your eyes.

“Aw, my poor, pretty girl,” Akaza’s tone was mocking. “I’ve asked you nicely — now tell me,” the last syllable cut off with a low snarl from the demon as his hips jerked up in a brutal, unforgiving thrust. “What’s the matter, baby?”

He repeated the movement, using his grip around your arms and his supernatural strength to begin bouncing you mercilessly against his lap, your breasts jiggling roughly with the force.

Big, fat tears began to gather in your eyes, and it only took one particularly harsh twist of Akaza’s hips up into yours to make them leak out of your eyes, screwed tightly shut as your mouth fell open once more, a pleasured grown tearing from your chest.

The demon lurched forward to lick one of the saltwater jewels as it trailed down your cheek. “Cat got your tongue?”