#Hantengu x you

[hawnkoii]

Update on the boys (hantengu clones) please? 🥺 I need them in my life right now.

Well… I drew this some time ago XD

Basically they received a kiss from y/n and this is their reaction:

Update on the boys? They’re thriving with their s/o (y/n) >3< 💕

[megan-is-mia]

Hantengu clone x reader porn link

me and @curlyhairednerd wrote a smut about the hantengu clones on ao3. maybe come and read it!

[nymphoheretic]

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Plaything •°*”˜.•°*”˜

Synopsis: You've been caught in his trap. And now you're his little plaything. The Upper Moon 4, Hantengu, more so you belong to the 4 clones.

Warnings : smut, gangbang with Hantengu clones, oral(male and female receiving), anal, Double Penetration , degradation, biting, marking, Electroplay, Spit as lube Rough sex , cervix fucking, Monsterfucking , wing play, praise, Blood Kink, creampie, finger sucking, squirting (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count : 4.6k

Pairing : Hantengu (all four clones) x fem!slayer!reader

A/N: I have no words for this. It's basically straight porn and I know tumblr is gonna slap a label on it. So, check it out on my AO3(same name). I'll link it in my bio/pinned post.

Special thanks to @bleuboyfriend for beta reading it for me! You're amazing Luke!!

Tags: @bakugosbratx (cause I'd get yelled at if I didn't) @herohibiscus (karaku brainrot partner in crime) @linpunny (monsterfucker bestie) @fushisslut (have your lawyer call mine) @sirenspider @unknownspecies @sailewhoremoon @potofstewie @medusashima @sweetblueworm @gh0stfac3-w1f3y @zoroarkstar @potatoboiasta @rav3enmuse @gingerspicelattemix @redsharksimp @shadowvessel172 @hiitogata @iamthepaninpanic @yandere-wishes @tommyinnit-kinnie @maddyybtw @rani-02 @hulahoopingpro @justsomereaderwholikesanime @dedukiddu @shockinglysubmissive @cherryblossomsenpai @cherry1hearts @violxtbxbyy @jeschalynn @jazzthatonewriterchick @comatosebunny09 @ilovetwodmen @cockadodalcuck @nightimewalk-chan @enchantedforest-network

You're not sure how it even happened. You were summoned to slay a demon that had been spotted in a village; only to find a cowardly little imp like Demon that was scared of its own shadow. Cutting its head off wasn't too difficult, but the result was devastating for you. The demon split into four clones of itself. Each one with a different demon blood art. 

They cornered you and the green one, Karaku found you to be so very interesting. His clawed hand reached out and caressed your cheek before tipping your chin back. His tongue – marked with the Kanji "pleasure" – slipped past his lips and touched your lips, tasting them. A deep purr like growl rumbled in his chest as he speaks to his counterparts.

"It's been so long since we've been separated and had a little plaything. We deserve to have some fun, right, Sekido?"

His green Kanji branded eyes flickering down to your torn top – the swell of your breasts inviting him as his mouth watered when he could hear your heart pounding beneath your ribcage. Your eyes dart from him to his three other counterparts. His fingers tilt your gaze back to his as he tilts his head down towards yours. “Ne, Sekido, can we have some fun with this pretty little slayer? Please?”

Sekido grits his fangs, his red Kanji branded eyes narrowing as he taps his staff on the ground, bolts of lightning sparking from underneath. His gaze cuts to your eyes and he can smell the fear that emits from you – saturating the air around them in its scent. He growls out, voice guttural and deep. “Only if Aizetsu and Urogi agree.”

Karaku grabs you in his claws and sits you down in his lap, easily pinning you against his chest  as he spreads your legs. One hand cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples as the other dug its palm into your core, eliciting a moan from you. The sound was like heaven to his ears. Karaku’s tongue touches the shell of your ear before his fangs nip at it playfully. “Aizestu, Urogi, c’mon say yes. I wanna play with our new toy.”

“Get your hands off of m–” Your words die off in a moan when he rubbed two sharp clawed fingers over the damp spot forming over your panties.

“Hmmm, little plaything. You were saying?” He ground his fingers harder against the clothed little pearl of nerves, making you squeal out. “Just look at my counterparts. Hard just from watching us. You all should join. If not, I’m still going to have fun.”

Urogi’s control finally snapped as a feral grin spreads over his lips when your musky scent permeates his senses. His own tongue – marked with the Kanji “Joy" – flicks out of his mouth as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Fuck, she’s sexy. And we get to have fun with her. Don’t mind if I do.” When Karaku ripped your panties off and tossed them to the side, Urogi wasted no time diving his face between your thighs, his tongue curling through your sticky folds.

You arched your back, pressing your ass back against the other demon’s crotch, involuntarily grinding against his hard cock as the one with golden eyes feasts upon your center. It was ironic that the one with “pleasure” on his tongue was not the one between your thighs. You whimpered when Urogi’s tongue curled through your cunt, slurping messily as he sucked on your clit.

Aizetsu whimpered softly as his cock twitched against his thigh, rising to attention. He watched as his two more confident counterparts have their fun with the pretty slayer. “Karaku.” He said finally, his voice soft almost timid. “I think you should be the one eating her while Urogi fucks her throat.” His face flushed as he palmed himself through his pants. “And Sekido should use his blood demon art to shock her into submission as she takes his cock first.” 

Karaku grinned. “That’s a great idea, Aizetsu!” He laid down on the ground, relaxing against the cool floor as his hair fanned out underneath him. “But I think I’d rather her ride my face while Urogi fucks hers.” Easily holding down your hips, he grabbed you and pulled you away from Urogi’s tongue, a string of slick mixed saliva connecting you to the avian-like demon.

Urogi pouted at having his fun ruined, but grinned at Aizetsu’s words. The little shy bastard has some good ideas in that sorrowful mind. He cackled as he fumbled with the tie that held his pants together as Karaku settled you over his awaiting mouth. His talons caressed your face, thumb wiping at the tear that threatened to fall. “You’re going to be a good little cocksleeve for us, right?”

Sekido growled at the softer, more timid counterpart as he tapped his staff against the ground once more. “What utter foolishness. Like I want to stick my cock in that little whore’s body.” But his hard cock betrayed his angry words as he listened to your saccharine moans while his counterparts had their way with you. His narrowed red eyes watched as your throat bulged as Urogi slid his cock in deep, the yellow-eyed demon giggling as you tapped his thigh.

Growling once more, he dropped to his knees, pulling his dick out of his pants and fisted it roughly. His fangs grit as his claws of his other hand found your hair and yanked your head back to force you to meet his eyes. “You should feel lucky that I’m willing to fuck a needy bitch like you.” His palm smacked against the meat of your ass, making your hips buck against Karaku’s eager tongue and forcing more of Urogi’s cock down your throat.

You let out a whimper around the thick girth on your tongue as you feel Karaku dig his claws in your hips, pulling you even further down onto his mouth. He slurped so noisily at your pussy as his tongue dug orgasm after orgasm out of you. You lost count. Your moans were muffled by Urogi as he thrust into your mouth without abandon. Another pathetic sounding moan vibrated in your chest when you feel Sekido’s claws dig into the fat of your ass and spread your cheeks.

Shame filled your body as your eyes darted around, searching for someone to help you, but they only found Aizetsu, who was calmly stroking his cock, pre leaking – oozing from the tip as his face flushed with a blush. 

Aizetsu covered his face with his hand as he watched his counterparts. His voice was soft as he directed them on what to do. “Urogi, wrap your hand around her throat, choke her until she’s able to take all of your cock down her slutty little mouth. She doesn't get th breath if she doesn't. Kakaru suck on her clit more while using your tongue to fuck her hole. Sekido...” He pauses, his eyes darkening with desire as he works his hand over his cock faster. “Prep her ass for your cock.”

Your eyes widened when Aizetsu told the red-eyed demon what to do. You try to shake your head, but Urogi had wrapped his talon around your neck, his hips snapping faster as he fucks more of his cock down your throat.

“Now, pretty little plaything. It's not nice to be distracted. Eyes on me.” He grins as he tightens his hand around your neck, relishing in the choke-like moans that vibrated around his length. When you shift those big teary eyes back to his, his tongue fell from his mouth as he curled it in the air. “That’s the fucking look! Cry more, slayer!”

You could feel Sekido’s sharp claws dig into your flesh as he lowered his face between your thighs, his tongue slipping out to trace the ring of your puckered little hole. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. Sekido’s tongue was hot – hotter than Karaku’s. It felt like currents of electricity were shooking up and down your spine. 

Karaku flicks your clit, scraping it with his fangs as his fingers slip over your clenching hole. He lifts you off his face for a moment to stare up at your face. “Aww, is the pretty little slayer crying?” He cooed condescendingly, “Such a good girl you are.” His praise sounded fake as he pushed his fingers past the first ring of muscles of your dripping pussy. “Oh? Maybe I should call you a slut? Or our little cocksleeve whose only purpose is to be fucked by four demon cocks?”

Moaning around Urogi’s cock at Karaku’s filthy words, words that sounded like they were dipped in honey to your hazy mind. His fingers thrust up into you twisting and turning until they found that spot that made your body twitch and wreath above him. “That's the spot. Come on, let go for me. Cum on my tongue. I take pleasure in it.” Karaku mocked as he licks your cunt with the flat of his tattooed tongue.

“Shit, Karaku. Her throat tightened up when you did that.” Urogi’s cock twitches on your tongue as his talons tangle in your hair, pulling you even further down on his girth. “Fuck, gonna cum down this nasty throat. That what you want? My cum painting that greedy mouth of yours?” His smile was beyond feral as the talon around your neck tightens to the point where you couldn’t breathe.

Sekido growled as you ignored him in favor of his counterparts. His tongue circled the flesh of your asshole before pushing past that tight ring and wiggling inside. “Don’t fucking forget about me, nasty bitch.” He used his blood demon art to send streaks of lightning through your body, making you convulse and shake – the feeling making your body release your juices on Karaku’s tongue.

“Did I fucking say you could cum, dirty slut?” Sekido removed his tongue, fangs biting deeply into the roundness of your cheeks, nails digging into your flesh. He relishes in the fact that you had to pull away from Urogi to scream out from the painful pleasure of his abuse of your ass. Your blood trickled down his throat and he moaned a little at the taste of it. It was sweet – a potent elixir that coats his tongue. “Fucking delicious.” 

Aizetsu whimpered as he stroked his cock, his hand still covering his blushing face. His balls felt heavy as his length twitched against his palm, precum dribbling down the leaky tip. He was trying his best to remain calm, telling them how to please you. Aizetsu was shy, but even he had a limit on how much he could take – and he was approaching it. “Karaku, fuck her pussy hard, but don’t cum inside. Sekido, stop teasing her and give her your cock too. Spread her ass and spit in it. Urogi, have her suck your balls.”

Urogi eagerly did as Aizetsu told him, fisting his cock as he tilted your chin to stare deeply into your teary eyes. “Fuck, I love that you're being such a fucking crybaby and we haven’t even fucked you yet.” His thumb slipped into your mouth, talon scraping over your tongue. “You heard Aizetsu. Open up.” Urogi grinned as he placed his balls on your tongue and tossed his head back and lets out a mewl when your lips closed over them to suckle. “Such a good fucking whore you are.”

Karaku licked his lips clean of your sweet essence as he slid you down his chest, a trail of your slick coating his skin until his throbbing cock nudged at your hole. He shuddered at the feeling of your warm pussy gliding over his length. “Gonna fuck you so good. You gonna be a good little toy and take my cock all the way, yeah?” He lined the sticky tip up with your dripping hole and pushed inside with a low moan.

Sekido spread your ass cheeks, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your twitching little hole. Gathering a fat glob of saliva on his tongue, he lets it slide down past his lips to drip down into the crack. He used his thumb to smear it around and slowly pushed it inside to lubricate it more. Sekido lined his cock up with your tight hole and slowly pushes past the ring of muscle. “Tight ass bitch. Let me inside.” He growled as he gripped your hips tightly, claws threatening to rip your skin again.

You stiffened at the pain of being stretched so full by two cocks, the burn almost unbearable. Your moans were muffled by Urogi’s balls still suckled between your lips as he stroked his cock above your face. You whimpered as you felt them taking alternating thrusts inside you, touching the deepest part of you. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you could feel your body reacting to them, clenching down on them.

Karaku grinned as he felt your walls flutter and hug his dick tightly, sucking him in deeper. His finger squeezed in between your bodies to toy with the sensitive pearl of flesh. He watched as your back arched against him, shoving more of your ass back onto Sekido’s cock Laughing when he felt your nails dig into his chest like that would make him stop. “You’re so cute, slayer, but Aizetsu said to fuck you hard...” Karaku planted his feet on the ground more firmly, his claws digging into your thighs as he grabbed you tightly. “So, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Sekido grunted as he snapped his hips roughly, bullying his fat cock deeper into your tight ass. A growl left him as your warm heat wrapped around him, hugging him so tightly. “F-fuck...” He whined softly, his face scrunching up from the pleasure. “Squeezing my dick like this. You must want me to fucking cum in your ass. You’re such a filthy little cumslut.” He grabs your hips so tightly, nails digging into your flesh and causing fresh blood to drip down onto Karaku’s waist.

Urogi’s tongue slipped out of his mouth and curled into the air as he laughed loudly, his cock throbbing at the sight of your tears. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep looking up at me with that face. Those fucking tears make me so hard. You want that? For me to cum on your face like the needy whore you are?” His voice shudders as his hand speeds up. “Or you’d rather I cum down the fucking throat, plugging up your nose so that you have no choice but to swallow?”

Before you could even answer, Aizetsu made the decision for you. “Make her swallow it, Urogi.”

“You heard him! Open up!” The yellow-eyed clone giggled as he pushed his cock back between your lips, dragging the throbbing hot flesh across your tongue. The tip hit the back of your throat and Urogi howls with pleasure as he grabbed the sides of your head to hold you steady as he fucked into your mouth.

Aizetsu’s face was flushed even as his blue eyes darkened – his control was wearing thin as his cock throbbed with the need for release. His hand wasn’t enough. He wanted to be inside your snug little pussy. He wanted to be the one to fill you so full of cum that it caused a bulge in her belly. Aizetsu bit his lip, fangs piercing the plump flesh and blood dribbled down his chin – which he quickly licked away. Soon. He’d let his counterparts finish first. 

Karaku’s hips meet yours as his cock bullied your insides, his tongue out to show the kanji etched on it as his eyes zero in on the way Urogi’s dick bulged in your pretty throat. “Fuck you’re taking all three of us so well.” His fingers tighten around your thighs – they were sure to leave bruises behind, marking you as his. Karaku grit his fangs as his balls slap against your cunt, cock tingling with the tale-tell signs of his release.

He had half an inkling to ignore Aiztesu’s command and cream this drippy little pussy of yours with his cum, paint your deepest parts in his color. But he was kinder than that. Aizetsu has been telling them just how to pleasure you, all while edging himself. “Go ahead.” He leaned up and nipped at your collarbone, sucking at the skin to leave more of his marks behind. “Cum on my cock. Soak it. Y’know you want to.”

Sekido threw his head back, hair fanning out as sweat dripped down the side of his face. Your tight little ass was giving him so much pleasure. His balls tightened as his dick throbbed and swelled inside. “Fucking bitch. Gonna cum in this filthy ass of yours. You’re just a fucking cumdump for me, got it?”

“Fuck, I’m about to cum.” Urogi grins as his talons pinched into the skin of your cheeks as he thrust in and out of your drooling mouth. “Take it! And don’t waste a drop!” With a few more deep thrusts, his hot milky seed filled your throat at such rapid speed that you had no choice but to swallow or choke.

Karaku moans loudly as his hands leave your thighs to squeeze your breasts as he felt you tighten and clench down on his cock as he found that sweet spot, pressing on his repeatedly until he felt you shaking and trembling. “Give it to me, pretty little plaything. Soak me in your juices. Let me see you make a mess like the good little slut we’re training you to be.”

You tossed your head back as you let out a loud cry. “Oh fuck!” You screamed as you came hard on Karaku’s dick, rings of cream frothing around the base as he continues to fuck you through your high. “I...I can’t. Please stop.”

Sekido grunted as he slid his cock out and pushed it in deep – stretching the tight muscles into his shape. “Shit.” He grit his fangs tightly as his claws cut into your skin once more. “Tch.” The red-eyed clone scoffs at the feeling of your blood coating his fingers. Taking his hand, he grabbed your cheek and forced your lips to part. “Suck your filthy blood off my fingers, bitch.”

The metallic taste that covered his fingertips coats your tongue as Sekido fucks into your tight hole with fast deep thrusts as Karaku’s mouth sucked on your nipples, his fang scrapping over the swell of them as his own thrust began to grow more and more sporadic.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Karaku moaned as he slammed into you once, twice, three more times before he pulled out and fists his slick covered cock. “Shit...” Cum paints your lower stomach and thighs as he finished and breathes heavily as your slick pussy lips grind over his half mast dick because of Sekido’s brutal thrusting.

Sekido grabbed one of your arms and pinned it to the small of your back, forcing you into a deeper arch for him as he fucked your ass with fast, hard snaps of his hips. His cock tingled and swelled inside you as he felt his end nearing. “Slutty ass bitch. You gonna cum from me fucking and filling your ass with my seed? I bet you are.” His teeth grit from the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers as you clean the blood off of them. “Fucking...I’m cumming. Cumming...!” He snarled as he came hard, spraying your insides with his hot cum.

You moaned like a cat in heat from the feeling of Sekido filling your tight, puckered hole – it creamed around his cock because it was so much. You collapsed on top of Karaku, chest heaving. “No...” you swallowed. “No, more.”

Karaku runs his claws soothingly over your back, his grin never leaving his face as he heard Aizetsu slowly making his way over to where you were. “But you only took three of us. There are four of us.” He reminded you as the shy blue-eyed clone pulled you up and into his arms.

Aizetsu cupped your cheek as he lifted you up against him and wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips found yours as his tongue seeks out yours. He swallowed your muffled cries and ignored your fists as they pound against his chest. He lined his weeping cock up with your hole, lifting your hips easily.

“Wait a second, Aizetsu. I ain't get a turn to fuck her.” Urogi said as he flew over to the two of you. “Lemme have her ass.”

Hands spread your ass cheeks, cum still dripping out of the tight hole of your ass. “This ass?” Aizetsu whispered as he slid inside your pussy with one fluid movement, your arms automatically wrapped around his neck as you moaned so beautifully for him. “G-go a-fuck-ahead.”

You let out a shocked gasp when the yellow-eyed avian-like demon let out a cackle as his talons wrapped around your shoulders as he lined his cock up with your still twitching hole as Aizetsu slowly thrust up into you. “No, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Aizetsu turns your face back to his, his tongue – the Kanji “sorrow” etched into the pink muscle – sliding out to lick at the tears that gathered in your eyes. “You can, pretty slayer. Aren’t we making you feel so good? Tell me I’m making you feel good, please?”

Urogi ignored your pleas and pushed the fat tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscles, his knees buckling a bit. “Fuck, you’re so god damn tight. Such a horny thing.” He licked a line up your back, tasting the sweat that covered it. “You love having two cocks in your tight ass and cunt, right?”

Karaku felt left out and walked over to where his counterparts were and grabbed your hand. “C’mon pretty slayer, touch me too.” Wrapping your fingers around his cock, he used the movements from the other two thrusting up onto you to fuck your fist. 

You wrapped your other arm around Urogi’s neck, nails digging into his back as he and Aizetsu pound into you. You could tell the difference between the two by the pace. Aizetsu was slow, methodical and careful – building up an orgasm out of you. While Urogi fucked into you at an animalistic pace, his balls smacking against the curve of your ass. Your mouth dropped open into a series of drawn out curses, nails digging into Urogi’s back as the other squeezed Karaku’s cock.

“Oi, human!” Sekido growled out, not liking that he was the one left out now. “You got one more hole, let me–” He started to take a step towards them, his cock bobbing as he moved when all three of his counterparts glared at him.

“We wanna hear her.” They growled. The sounds of your moans were like the sweetest of sounds to their ears and they wanted to hear it more and more.

Aizetsu angled his hips so that his thrusts were deep, the thick tip fucking against your cervix with each precise thrust. His mouth drops open in a whimper as his eyes teared up from the feeling of your pussy quivering around him. “Please. Need for you to tell me that I’m making you feel good, slayer. I need to hear it.”

Each word of his last sentence was punctuated by a deep thrust and your head fell back against Urogi’s shoulder. “Fuck! You’re making me feel so fucking good.” You gave into the hypnotic spell Aizetsu was lulling you into with his gentle and tender touches.

Urogi laughed as he picked up speed, his balls starting to tighten with the threat of his release. “You’re damn right we are.” His feathers ruffled when your nails dig into the skin between them. “H-hey...” He mewled. “Not the wings.” The avian-like demon lets out a screen when your hand grabs the downy feathers near the base of his wings. A shudder goes down his spine as his dick swelled inside you as it began to paint your walls with his thick cum. “Fucking dammit...” 

Karaku watched as Urogi fell to his knees, his cock popping out of you as he did so. Aizetsu took that time to turn you around, hands wrapping under your thighs so that he could easily lift you up and down on his cock. “Don’t mind if I do.” He shoved the yellow-eyed clone out of the way as his lips attached to your clit.

The scream you let out was like music to them as Sekido begrudgingly walked over to use your hand to stroke his cock to completion. Your other hand wrapped around Aizetsu’s neck as you moaned those sweet sounding cries in his ear, encouraging him that he was still making you feel good. His lips nuzzled your ear as his voice rumbled, “Cum for me. Let me feel you soak my cock. That way I really know I’m making you feel good.”

“Yeah, our pretty plaything. Cum for Aizetsu and let me taste it. You can squirt, right?” His tongue swirled on your clit, teasing it with the tip as the blue-eyed clone thrust into you so deeply that your body jerked, hand tightening around Sekido’s cock.

“Fucking shit, bitch.” Sekido cursed, the tip drooling with pre as he felt his balls draw up, the telltale sign that he was about to cum. He fucked your fist faster, the slick sounds of it echoing in his ear. Sekido lets out another grunt before he spilt his seed, coating the top of your fist with it. “Making me cum like that...you’re such a whore...” he panted.

Aizetsu bounced you on his cock, determined to make you cum – to make you squirt so hard you passed out from the pleasure. His fangs grazed over the shell of your ear before he stuck his tongue in your ear as he felt you tighten up on his length. “Just let go and be our plaything.” He whispered.

Your back arched like a cat as you felt your thighs tremble, clit throbbing on Karaku's greedy tongue. Your chest heaved as your body convulsed, cumming hard, squirting – the hot clear liquid drenching Karaku’s face and dripping down Aizetsu’s thighs.

“Good fucking girl.” The green-eyed clone praised after he swallowed what he was able to catch on his tongue.

Aizetsu let out a whine as he trailed his tongue down the length of your neck before biting down gently on your pulse point. His thrust sped up until he was pounding into your soaked pussy. “Oh fuck. Oh shit...” He whimpered, tongue lapping at your pulse as he felt his cock twitching. He wasn’t to last much longer. “Gonna cum. Gonna cream this pussy. Say that’s what you want. Please tell me you want my cum.”

In your hazy fucked out mind, anything he said sounded heavenly. You mewled out weakly, “Want your cum. Give it to me.”

No sooner than those words left your throat, Aizetsu gave you a few more deep, cervix kissing thrusts before his hot cum spilled over inside your needy cunt. “Take it. Take it all.” He whined out as he fucked it deeper into you. “You’re our plaything now.”

Even you had to agree, You’ve become the plaything of the Upper Moon 4, Hantengu – no, the four clones, Sekido, Urogi, Karaku, and Aizetsu.

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[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.'

[gothicxreylover]

Hi, I don't know if you'd have the free time to write, but can you do some nsfw headcanons with the uppermoons having a pretty big br33ding kink and the reader having a big liking to prey/predator situations?

(No, I definitely didn't request this to fill up my delusions for the Hantengu clones)

Who said that? 😅😳🤫🫣

Breeding kink with upper moon male demons

(Reader is gender neutral)

This kinda sucks ass because I dint write smut that good and I don’t think I’ve ever even written it good lol. Kinda seems choppy but this is the best I could do, it’s basically just how they would breed you lol.

Kokushibo

As the strongest Upper Moon, Kokushibo embodies the essence of a predator. He is drawn to the idea of breeding, envisioning you as his perfect prey. When he claims you, it’s with a raw, primal intensity that sends shivers down your spine. He loves the way you squirm beneath him, the way your body responds to his every move. With each thrust, he whispers dark promises of marking you, of filling you up, and watching you grow heavy with his child. The thought of you carrying his legacy ignites a fire within him, and he takes his time, savoring each moment as he makes you his

Gyutaro

Gyutaro thrives on the thrill of control, and the breeding kink fuels his possessive nature. He sees you as both prey and a treasure to be claimed. When he takes you, it’s with a mix of roughness and tenderness, his hands gripping your hips as he pulls you closer. He growls low in his throat, relishing the way you respond to him, the way your body quivers with anticipation. The idea of you swollen with his offspring drives him wild, and he can’t help but lose himself in the moment, pounding into you with ferocity while whispering how much he desires to see you filled with his seed.

Akaza

The Upper Moon Three possesses a fierce, competitive spirit that ignites during intimate moments. He sees breeding as an exhilarating challenge, a way to assert his dominance over you. When he takes you, he does so with an animalistic fervor, his eyes dark with desire. Akaza loves to see you squirm beneath him, to hear the whimpers escape your lips as he fills you completely. With each thrust, he encourages you to embrace the sensation, promising to take care of you and your future together. The thought of you carrying his child excites him, and he growls encouragement that makes your heart race.

Urogi

Urogi, with his playful and mischievous nature, takes a unique approach to the breeding kink. He sees you as both prey and a partner in his wild games. When he takes you, it’s not just about dominance; it’s about the joy of connection. He loves to tease you, building anticipation with his playful touches before finally claiming you. His laughter mixes with your moans as he fills you, and the thrill of the moment drives him wild. The idea of you carrying his child excites him, and he can’t help but whisper sweetly as he revels in the sensation of being inside you.

Douma

Douma, with his charming demeanor, has a seductive take on breeding. He views you as the ultimate prize, and the idea of marking you as his own sends a thrill through him. When he takes you, he does so with a smooth, almost hypnotic rhythm, his hands exploring your body as he fills you completely. He loves to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, painting vivid pictures of a future together, with you pregnant and glowing. The thought of nurturing you and a family together excites him, and he takes his time, ensuring each moment is filled with pleasure and intimacy.

Hantengu (Sekido)

As one of Hantengu's personalities, Sekido is the embodiment of anger and control. He views breeding as a way to establish his dominance, and he revels in the idea of you as his prey. When he takes you, it’s with a sense of urgency, a need to possess you completely. His hands grip your wrists tightly, pinning you down as he thrusts into you, a growl escaping his lips as he fills you. The thought of you carrying his offspring fuels his intensity, and he takes pride in marking you, ensuring that everyone knows you belong to him.

Hantengu (Karaku)

Karaku is the playful and carefree side of Hantengu, but when it comes to breeding, his demeanor shifts. He finds joy in the idea of nurturing and protecting you. When he takes you, he does so with a blend of gentleness and passion, his hands exploring your body with reverence. He loves to tease you, building the anticipation before finally claiming you completely. The thought of you swollen with his child brings a smile to his face, and he whispers sweet nothings as he fills you, promising to take care of you and your future together

Hantengu (Aizetsu)

Aizetsu embodies vulnerability and longing, and his approach to breeding is rooted in deep affection. He sees you as both prey and a cherished partner, wanting to create a life together. When he takes you, it’s with tenderness, his movements slow and deliberate as he fills you completely. He cradles your face in his hands, locking eyes with you as he whispers how much he desires to see you carrying his child. The thought of nurturing a family together makes him melt, and he pours his heart into every thrust, ensuring that you feel cherished and adored

[dulaglutide]

I won’t lie, I’m a sucker for yandere characters x a willing darling (I’m going to hell for it-). But can you write some scenarios where the yandere Upper moons kidnap Reader and she begins to cry. They of course think it’s because she’s scared but she soon explains she’s crying because she’s never had someone love her enough to want to keep her around for long. So to Reader, getting kidnapped is the most loving thing someone’s done to her. (*cough* please include the Hantengu clones *cough*)

Aizetsu can kidnap me whenever he wants I will not be upset by it if anything I’d be the one kidnapping him WARNINGS⚠️: mentions of kidnapping, swearing

Yandere! Uppermoons x willing! fem reader

Kokushibo

When you started tearing up he was a little annoyed

He didn’t want to hear you cry

When he said, “why are you crying”

He assumed he was about to get yelled at because he just kidnapped you

But when you said thank you

He was in shock

What do you mean ‘thank you’? Did you love him back?

”Thank you, nobody has ever loved me before. Let alone kidnapped me because of how much they love me!” You said happily though sobs

He didn’t say anything to you but he did pat you on the head as a form of letting you know that your safe

Douma

When you started to tear up once he told you why you were their he was dumbfounded

He didn’t understand why you would be crying

”Y-you really mean it?” You said looking into his rainbow eyes gay eyes

He nodded slowly not knowing if this is good or bad

When you started smiling is when he understood that you were happy about it

“Nobody has ever loved me before…….thank you, thank you!” You said looking at him with happy tears in your eyes

”You’re very welcome, my dear!” Douma said kissing your forehead as he untied you knowing that your not going to be leaving

Akaza

Akaza was scared when he saw you start crying

He didn’t want to make you cry let alone make a WOMAN cry

He just stood there not saying anything looking at you as your cried

He didn’t understand why you had a smile on your face

He was hoping you weren’t actually like Douma

He was shocked when he heard a little thank you come from your lips

He asked, “do you love me back?”

You replied with, “nobody has ever loved me before”

Thats when he knew that you were perfect for him

Sekido

Sekido was offended when you started crying

”Shut the fuck up your crying is annoying”

When you said “sorry I am just happy that somebody loves me”

He was taken aback

Wait you’re not upset? This is easier than he thought it would be

You tried to stop crying but couldn’t because of how happy you were

He didn’t tell you to shut up this time

Instead he picked you up and held you in his arms in a possessive way

Karaku

Karaku will be a little annoyed by your crying but he won’t show it

To try and get you to stop crying he kissed you

He was surprised that you kissed him back

He thought you were going to try and get away but when you gave in he was impressed

When he pulled away you said “thank you for loving me”

He was very happy about how willing you were

He replied with, “You welcome baby”

You couldn’t walk the next morning

Aizetsu

Aizetsu almost started crying when you did

He thought you hated him for kidnapping you

He didn’t want you to hate him

He started rambling apology’s you better love him I swear

This poor angel baby was scared

But when you said that you were happy about him kidnapping you he was in shock

He smiled very very lightly

He was relieved

He untied you and held you close to him telling you how scared you made him

Manipulative

Urogi

Chicken tenders

When you started crying he wasn’t bothered by it

He started laughing

He didn’t care if he had to break you into being his

It would be fun for him

He put his face really close to yours so your noses were touching and said teasingly “why the sad face” with a fake pout

”I-I’m not said I am happy”

That caught him off guard

It made him happy once he processed that you loved him back

He started covering your face in kisses while telling you how happy he was

[doumadono]

Senne koszmary - Urogi x Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, dirty talk, vaginal sex, somnphilia Synpsis: the vividness of your nightmares made them seem more than mere figments of your imagination, and eventually, you obtained the proof that confirmed your suspicions Requested by: @crystalwolfblog - kocham cię mocno, złośnico ♥ Oby ten ficzek przypadł Ci do gustu

MASTERLIST

You had been experiencing a persistent issue with unsettling nightmares that plagued you night after night. They were vivid and often disturbing, leaving you feeling fatigued and anxious during the day. You had tried various methods to alleviate this distressing problem, including altering your sleep habits and seeking professional assistance, but to no avail. The recurring nightmares continued to intrude upon your restful slumber, hindering your ability to obtain the peaceful respite that your mind and body so desperately needed. There was one particular nightmare that haunted you incessantly, in which you found yourself face-to-face with a demon of immense proportions. This demonic entity possessed large bird-like wings that towered above you, casting a dark shadow over your trembling body. Its sharp talons, protruding from its monstrous hands, glistened menacingly in the dim light of the nightmare. The demon's massive claws, terminating its grotesque legs, dug deep into the ground, leaving deep imprints that seemed to seal your fate.

As you stood before the demon in your nightmare, his presence looming over you with his large bird-like wings and sharp talons, he introduced himself as Urogi. His voice was deep and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine as he spoke. You tried to wake up from the nightmare, but you were trapped in the darkness of your subconscious, unable to escape the terrifying encounter with this monstrous creature. Every night was plagued by the same harrowing dream, with the demonic figure of Urogi relentlessly haunting your slumber. His intimidating form, with large bird-like wings, razor-sharp talons on his hands, and massive claws ending his legs, loomed over you, filling you with an overwhelming sense of dread. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't shake the nightmarish vision from your mind, and it continued to torment you night after night.

You had already been having a hard time falling asleep that night and you woke, maybe an hour or so after falling asleep, to the feeling of someone sliding under your sheets.

At first, you were confused and groggy. You didn't have anyone over so you had no idea who was crawling between your legs. You figured you were just having a really vivid dream as you felt a thick, sharp talon pulling the hems of your kimono up your figure. The creature held it back and pushed your legs apart.

You were beginning to actually wake up, soft yet shrill humming playing in your ears but you weren't able to pay attention to it. You didn't dare move, but the more it all sunk in and you realized what was happening your stomach dropped. And your pussy instantly grew hot and wet, involuntary. The sensation that overcame you was one of peculiar yet pleasing nature, compelling you to heed its beckoning and venture forth into the unknown.

"You're nice and wet for me tonight, Y/N," you heard a deep, male voice whisper, a loud chuckle followed. It was a confirmation that one - it was that demon, again, and two - he had done this enough to be confident sufficiently to dirty talk to you. It was so messed up and gross because he was fucking revolting, yet tempting in some strange way. The fact that the feeling of his forever sharp talons finally starting to rub your throbbing clit made intense pleasure run through your body made you want to throw up. It was an odd sensation, one that you knew you shouldn't indulge in. The forbidden feeling lingered, tempting you to follow its path. Despite your reservations, you eventually succumbed to its allure and gave in to your curiosity.

It wasn't long before the demon buried two taloned fingers in your pussy while he stopped his thumb on your clitoris, brushing it ever so gently. Soon, you felt something incredibly wet on your exposed pussy. The saliva oozed out of the demon's mouth in a thick and slimy consistency, dripping down onto your sex with a wet plop. It was warm and you hated it but you also fucking loved it at the same time. You were actually enjoying the fact that you didn't have to do anything but lay there, pretending to be sleeping. In seconds he was sucking on your clit with his wet, hot mouth, flattening his tongue to press it tightly against your slit. You couldn't stop the moan that abruptly slipped out of you, sure that you had blown your cover, but Urogi just chuckled and started flicking your clit with his tongue. "How is such a quiet human a loud sleeper?" He asked as if he expected an answer. You just laid there, letting yourself move or breathe hard as much as you needed at such a relaxed state. You never had your pussy eaten like that. At least not awake. He made sure your whole pussy was soaked with juices and his spit. As he licked your pussy, his taloned hand traveled up under your kimono, and he started groping your tit. "Fuck," he groaned against your sensative folds, rough lips and hot breath keeping you horribly stimulated. You literally heard when his thick fingers sunk back inside your aching cunt, slick being forced out to make room as he started back up thrusting them inside. "Gonna make my little human toy moan for me. But you won't remember, will you?" The longer he spoke the rougher he fingered you. Then he got right back to using his mouth while he loudly attacked your pussy, curving his taloned fingers so he was able to rub at your squishy spot, and you were afraid you were going to have to give up on my act to beg him to just fuck you already.

You didn't want him to stop, as much as you fucking hated yourself for it, so you just kept letting it happen and, apparently, were good enough at pretending to be asleep to fool your horny late night visitor. It was astonishing in the worst way possible. Your body was completely moving on its own as it stiffened and your hips rolled against his face and talons to get through the shocking orgasm that washed over you in warm, electrified waves as a moan escaped your parted lips. As soon as you began to relax again, Urogi slapped your pussy a few times. Some slaps were soft, some harder. All of it made the wettest and most obscene sounds you have ever heard.

You thought this was all he was going to do - to play with your needy pussy, using it to pleasure himself, but then you felt him stop and he moved up your body, only settling once he fully pinned you down, rolling you to your tummy less than gently.

"Never seen a woman so fucking messy," he grumbled.

You were in a trance until you felt a heavy, hard cock start to poke the back of your thigh. You felt it all and it was impressive. Your mouth drooled as you licked your lips, and your cunt appeared to ooze more of your desire.

"You belong to me, you gorgeous, little slut!" Urogi chortled in a manner that can only be described as mischievous, his deep and rich laughter reverberating through the air. His eyes, which glinted with a devilish mirth, crinkled at the corners as he chuckled, thoroughly enjoying whatever he found amusing in that moment. His lips parted, revealing a set of sharp canines that seemed to gleam in the light, while his chest rumbled with each guffaw, giving the impression that the very ground itself was shaking beneath him. "You have some gorgeous cunt, little woman." Urogi's corpulent dick plunged deep and sure into your core, causing you to respond in the expected manner - a protracted, resounding, and ecstatic ululation emanated from the depths of your chest and reverberated into the nocturnal stillness, while his sturdy hand encircled the back of your neck, fiercely immobilizing you onto the cushion below. "You're my fucking bitch!" Urogi swore and his other hand gripped the curve of your waist, talons digging into your softness still covered with the kimono as he drove himself deeper and deeper. His stiff girht spread your silken tightness wide until he was seated fully inside. The tip of his cock, red and oozing precum, had carved the way and buried against the entrance to your womb. "Taking demon's cock so well," he crooned and stroked your flank. "Such a good, little hooch!" With agonizing slowness, he retracted his cock, deliberately dragging the girthy length over every contour and swell of your insatiable hole until the tip hung on the brink of liberation once more.

You trembled, anticipating, whining and whimpering. You were willing to wait for Urogi as long as he desired. You knew that he wouldn't leave you unsatisfied.

When he inevitably thrust back in, your mortal body accepted him eagerly and ravenously. The anticipation amplified the sweet release, making the pleasure more ecstatic. With a sudden jolt, his hips drove forward, plunging deep into your core. The movements were rhythmic and unrelenting, a constant in-and-out motion that left you gasping for breath. Urogi found his pace, and soon, you were both moving in unison, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Your body responded eagerly to his touch, quivering with each thrust. His movements played you like an instrument, the pleasure building with each stroke. You couldn't help but push back against him, your hips meeting his in a desperate dance. The sensation was overwhelming, your body rippling and pulsing with each thrust. Together, you worked to bring each other to the brink of pleasure, his body and yours moving in perfect harmony. It was a private concert, a symphony of passion that left you both breathless and sated.

As seconds ticked by, Urogi let out a bellowing groan and spilled his sticky and opaque seed deep into your womb, marking you as his own. "Fuck!"

Your mouth hung open in ecstasy and you teetered on the edge before tumbling over the brink to a glorious climax. Your body convulsed as your cunt released a stream of honey salt over your quivering thighs and the sheets of the bed. "Ah, Urogi!"

Urogi chuckled, releasing his grip on your nape and trailing his taloned hand down your spine, which was still covered by your kimono. The alate demon leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you weren't truly asleep," he grunted in a low, gravelly voice. "But I couldn't resist the temptation to come to you, to feel your body beneath mine, to claim you as mine. Again."

As you lay there with Urogi's hand still tracing down your spine, you summoned the courage to speak up. "I knew you've been doing this before. I was sure that these weren't just dreams. They felt too real, too vivid to be mere figments of my imagination…"

Urogi chuckled, his breath fanning the back of your neck. "Of course I have," he concluded.

You shivered as his talons grazed over your lower back, sending a ripple of pleasure down your body. "Why me?" You asked, genuinely curious.

Urogi leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "It's the way you submit to me," he whispered. "The way you give yourself completely to my pleasure. No one else has ever done that before."

[adoremexxs]

Stalker!Sekido x gn! reader

i should be writing requests but i don’t have the energy to do all of them right now so you guys get this

warnings: you guys know the drill by now ☠️, crazy bs, stalking, self harm, manipulation

Sekido had first saw you in his class. He was intstantly memorized by your obvious beauty.

Other people noticed it too.

It infuriated him. You were his and his only. You just didn’t know it.

He was so obsessed with you, going home at night and mewling out your name as his body shook violently.

The second that Karaku even talked to you, he snapped. Sekido never thought he would lose it so badly that night. He never realized how obsessed he was with you.

That night, Karaku never talked to you again and it completely scared Urogi and Aizetsu away from you.

But you went up to Karaku and them anyways, not talking to Sekido. The anger fueled in his stomach. Why wouldn’t you talk to him?!

You never talked to Sekido because you didn’t know him. Aizetsu, Urogi and Karaku had talked you before. You didn’t know his obsession with you.

Whenever you had went up to the brothers, the looked terrifed of you. You were confused.

“Did I do something, guys?” You had a smile on your face. Karaku was all beaten up, a black eyes forming on his face. You assumed that him and Sekido had gotten into another fight. You knew a good gist of their home life.

“Oh! Karaku! Come here, you poor thing.” You frown, looking at that cuts and bruises all over his body and he immediately backed away from you.

“Sorry, (Y/N)…It’s, uh, nothing. Don’t stress.” He tried to reassure you but your attention was focused on something else. A very angry gaze behind Karaku. Those red eyes boring into the back of Karaku’s head. Those gorgeous, red eyes.

You never realized how beautiful Sekido really was, even if he had a bit of a temper.

You remember watching him at the archery tournament, the way his hair was in a messy bun, baby hairs and bangs framing that gorgeous, tanned face, the way his veins bulged out of his arms, the concentration on his face.

Or the way he got heated during the debate team. God, it was hot to watch him lose it. But he also was physically hurting his brothers. So you glared at him while you cleaned up Karaku’s cuts and scrapes.

Sekido’s heart was crushed and shattered into two whenever you glared at him. Sekido didn’t understand what he did wrong. To make you baby his idiotic brother. It’s Karaku’s fault for approaching you.

Sekido finally had enough.

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You were so focused on Karaku that you didn’t realize that Sekido had walked over and ripped you away from Karaku. Pure fear was engraved on your face as you stared up at those red eyes. An immense amount of anger in them as his hand tightened around your wrist.

You were frozen in fear for a few seconds because you slapped him harshly across the face, watching shock flash onto his face.

“Let go of me! Are you in your right mind?!”

Those words stabbed Sekido in the stomach and twisted around in his gut. He bit his bottom lip harshly. “(Y/N), I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Yeah! You sure didn’t! You could’ve hurt me!”

God, the thought of hurting his precious (Y/N) really turned him on. It had his pants bulging and begging for air. You looked up at him so angrily, it made him grow even more possessive over you.

“How can I ever make it up to you? Can I take you out for coffee?” This was his chance. His pants just kept growing tighter and tighter and his heart kept racing. The tips of his ears turning red. He could feel Karaku and them staring at him. He didn’t care if it was in fear or not. He was too focused on his precious (Y/N) considering his offer.

“…Fine. Tomorrow, before school.” You exchanged numbers with him. You didn’t think of the consequences this could have.

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The coffee date went fairly well. Sekido was smooth with conversation and compliments. He had done his hair up all pretty for you. It was in an half up, half down. His bangs framed his chiseled face.

He was able to keep you on your toes, leaning forward for more of his talking. Sekido knew exactly how to reel you in towards him. His foot rubbed up against your leg several times which made you squeeze your thighs together.

Sekido’s eyes bored into yours, you were so infatuated with his beautiful eyes. They were narrow, deep, the color was irresistible. The way he looked at you had you squirming in your chair alone.

You didn’t know why this man, who you barely knew, had you already wrapped around his finger. You bit your lip as he talked about debate team. You decided to be bold, returning the bold movement he decided to do. You rubbed your foot up against his leg slowly and you watched his breath hitch. Maybe you liked being in control of such a strong, irresistible man.

He paused in stirring his tea to look at you, his expression had you weak. How could he do this you? Did he cast some kind of spell on you?

“(Y/N)…”

“Sekido.” The way you said his name was so quick and breathless. You wanted him. No, needed him. What the hell did he do to you?

He smirked, revealing those beautiful white fangs. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“Am I?”

Sekido wanted to take you right then and there but he had to wait for his plan to work out. He already managed to win you over with his sweet words.

The way your breath hitched whenever he looked at you made him feel extremely powerful. Sekido could only smile as he called the waiter over to pay for the bill.

“Let’s get going, yeah?”

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It had been a few months since that incident. You and Sekido weren’t offically together yet but you have been hanging out everyday and getting to know each other.

It didn’t stop from his hands and yours from wandering, exploring each other’s bodies and sharing hot, sloppy kisses. Sekido was happy to have you to himself. Your body fit perfectly with his. The way you moaned out his name stirred something inside him that he never thought he would enjoy.

But somehow, you weren’t completely obsessed with him. You still talked to his brothers.

Maybe because they look like each other but you felt an attraction to his brothers as well. You and Sekido weren’t exactly together so you also took the time to get to know his brothers more. Urogi caught your interest.

Unknowingly to Sekido, you and Urogi were hooking up behind his back.

You couldn’t help it but Urogi’s sweet and loving personality had you wanting more. You wanted to see if he was as sweet and loving in bed. He was not. The amount of hickeys that you had to cover was insane.

Sekido found out. He will always find out.

He found out by going to your own home. He had this habit of going to your house while you were asleep and watching you. Just. Watching you.

Sekido would also steal your underwear from time to time to inhale your remaining scent. Nothing turned him on more than that.

Anyways, he saw you through the crack of your door. Urogi was there. Urogi had lied to him and said that he was at a friend’s house. Maybe he didn’t necessarily lie but still. You were moaning out Urogi’s name and it pissed him off. He almost couldn’t handle it. He had to leave before he killed the both of you.

He instead went to his room, looking at the little shoe box he had sat on his bed.

It contained photos of you, your underwear, used bandaids, used tissues, an old toothbrush and much more. Sekido’s breath was shaky as he felt his skin rip open and blood seep out of his fresh wounds.

Sekido felt the skin on his lip open up. He had busted his lip. How could his (Y/N) do this to him? Surely they will pay for this punishment. They have too. They couldn’t do this to him. He loved them.

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The next time you went over to Sekido’s, you were excited. You had missed him and his sweet gentle kisses. No one was over, so you expected your relationship to move forever.

What you didn’t expect was to find him on his bedroom floor with his sleeves rolled to to expose the fresh, bleeding slits on his wrist. His eyes droopy and filled with lust but also anger. It terrifed you to watch the blood leave his wrists and drop onto the ground.

“Look what you did to me, (Y/N).” Those soft words left his lips. “Look what you did…You slept with my brother and now look at what happened. You did this…how could you?” Sekido’s words quickly twisted from soft and sweet to angry and mean. He stood up, you were frozen in fear.

This was not the Sekido you knew. Or did you even know him?

He walked towards you, his words remaining harsh and rude, “You slept with a lowlife like him? He’s using you. He doesn’t like you, (Y/N). I LIKE YOU. Not him! Why him? Why not me? I’m the one who is fucking good for you, you pathetic bitch.” You cry out as he harshly grabbed your chin, making you look at him.

You were panicking but you couldn’t move. You hated to admit that you somehow enjoyed the treatment.

“You are nothing without me. You’re a pathetic slut, waiting around for men like Urogi and Karaku to use you,” He uses his other free hand to stroke your cheek, blood dripping onto your paled face. “I wouldn’t do that to you, (Y/N). You’re mine. You’re fucking mine.” You could have sworn that your chin was bruised. You winced as tears gathered in your eyes.

You felt his hands move from your face to your throat, clenching tightly around your neck. You were losing consciousness as you tried to fight it off. Your hands scrambling to your throat while trying to escape his grasp. You heard him say one final thing.

“And I’ll make sure you don’t ever leave me.”

[battydora]

"DISOBEY"

masterlist | rules

CHARACTERS: hantengu clones, demon reader

CONTENT: nsfw, dubcon, noncon, minors dni!!, gn reader (afab), reader is upper 1, reader forces the clones apart and makes them sumbit to their pleasure, power dynamics, strong dominant/submissive dynamics, power abuse, threats, sexual frustration, graphic descriptions of blood and mutilation, fivesome, angry sex, stress relief sex, cunnilingus, breast play, bruises, hate sex, small plot, slight vouyerism, restrictions, teasing, praise/praise kink (a tiny bit), reader's a demon whose emotions are intense and usually overwhelming (specially anger), so any intense and/or positive emotions can counter the effects negative emotions have on them, sexual stimulation being the example today, reader is referred as "they", "ma'am", "mistress" & "my/our lady", barely proof read

A/N: hey demon slayer fandom how we feelin bout s3......... you know the drill, these fuckers are hot and i'm here to please the disgusting person i am. MINORS DNI!! I'M SERIOUS, I WILL BLOCK YOU.

DISCLAIMER: this is a dubcon/noncon fanfiction (the first one I ever made), please take in consideration I'm against non-consensual practices and I DO NOT promote them by any matters, I'm choosing this gender merely for the fact that hantengu such as the reader are demons and as we know so far, demons' interactions with eachother are ruthful and cruel, senseless in average human intercourse since they feel and act differently the way humans do, I could've done this any other way but I chose to stick to kimetsu no yaiba's logic. self-contradictory but just stick around with reader being upper one and gyutaro still being the sixth, i was lazy to make it sense.

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

it certainly was shocking news for the upper moons to find out the sixth was slayed by the demon slayer corps. otherwise there wouldn't be any other logical reason for the demon king to summon all of the, remaining, upper moons, in the infinity castle. including yourself, upper one.

akaza was asking about you but he didn't know you were already there, listening to all the rambling he and the rest of the upper moons were having seconds ago. however, you voice didn't make an appearance until the biwa lady made clear you were present from the very first second, akaza's eyes widening with awe and concern. gyokko remained in place silent and hantengu whimpering terrified at your mere presence, like he usually did. kokushibo looked up, you were in a building nearby, your demonic figure sitting upside down on the ceiling, your hands sitting modishly on top of eachother, waiting patienly for your king.

"i arrived way before any of you did."

"oh (y/n)-sama, you've been here all the time... aren't you pleased to find yourself meeting with me after so many years? ah, you're stunning today, i bet you've becoming much stronger these past decades." douma's carefree voice reached everyone's ears, touching a nerve inside akaza, his bad mood being worsened by the women eater demon.

"douma" your mysterious and harassing voice called upper 3's name, sending a raw shiver down the latter's back, gyokko and hantengu trembled at your mere voice, which sounded horrifying "give up your brattish behaviour" your shiny and dangerous eyes glare at him across the castle, threatening "know your place." another quivering and breathtaking shiver hitting his senses cruely.

you weren't entirely in the mood to deal with these bastards, you always found yourself hating each one of your demon associates, an inmense desire of finishing each and every one of them was what kept your mind daydreaming about, the mere idea was something that made your body tremble with excitement and unwanted sexual arousal but it was always an impediment to know that you had muzan kibutsuji's evil eyes fixed on your back and that he could make you dissapear within a blink if you did anything against his experiments. so you remained in line, interacting with them whenever you had to.

the meeting was as shitty as you were expecting, muzan scolded every single one of you and left you more angered than you would've wanted, this anger that kept building inside of you made your body tense, your eyebrows were frowning as your body temperature continued to raise in anger. once muzan leaves, you look around the room, your eyes landing on hantengu, the poor demon was trembling in a corner, he felt your harassing gaze towards him and looked at you, who was suddenly standing infront of him. your black hand reached his clothes and he cried out the moment you picked him up. "you're coming with me, you have a task to complete before fulfilling the king's desires."

and out of the blue, your figures dissapeared from the castle. you had taken the small demon to the forest, no one around, only a river running a few meters from you. hantengu was crying and mumbling nonsense, fearing at the look in your face that was... certainly frightening, your eyebrows frowning, your eyes wide open, your teeth clenching in pure fury and drops of saliva falling off your lips. your hands held his body and your sharp nails digged into the head and body of the old looking demon, blood spreading on your fingers as you pulled both ends to behead upper 5, tearing his skin apart and violently ripping his head off. he grunted and yelled in pain, his body splitting apart entirely to your inhumane strength as a pool of blood spread on the ground beneath you. you let his head and body fall to the floor as you watched each part regenerate into two separate demons: sekido and karaku. you walk to sekido who was staring at you entirely upset at your behaviour, you gripped his clothes and pulled him towards you returning the same angered expression.

"how are you allowed to do this, upper one?" you raised both of your brows to his words, furious at his statement.

"you are not in position to scold me, do not." you stated before gripping his hair and fiercely rip off his head, letting his other clones show up: aizetsu and urogi.

"how come i never seen our upper one this upset? this is kind of exciting" karaku spoke this time, standing up from the ground and walking towards you "have anything special in store for us tonight, mistress?~" his voice was charming and intrigued, a wide grin taking over his face as he licked his upper lip, showing the black kanji tattooed on his tongue.

"it saddens me to be the ones to deal with (y/n)-sama's anger... hantengu ran away to hide in the woods already..." aizetsu joins the conversation, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

"how can you be sad about this? sekido is being scolded by our lady" urogi chuckled out a laugh but their focus returned to you once again, you seemed upset.

"everything just makes me so angry... the demon slayers, douma, akaza, all of the upper moons... our demon lord... you all just find a way to GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES!" you began to rant, your body itching at the intense frustration and fury growing inside of you each second, you fell to your knees consumed by rage, teeth clenching hard enough to seem like they were about to shatter "please me, hantengu, make your stupid blood demon art useful and cease these intense emotions inside me" further on, you started undressing, your hands helping you body to get rid of the kimono that was denying your skin the ecstasy of being naked. all the clones looked closely, frozen in their places.

once all your clothes were scattered on the floor, you lifted your gaze to meet theirs, you were infuriated, they could tell. so the first one to react to your angered gaze was aizetsu, as a natural reaction towards threat and probably for being used to sekido's mistreatment towards him, whose anger paired yours in that moment. the sorrow demon let his spear fall to the ground and walked carefully towards you, afraid of disobedience. he knelt infront of your exposed figure and kissed your lips, cupping your cheeks while doing so. the kiss was well welcomed, you kissed the blue demon fervishly and hungrily.

then karaku followed, sitting beside you and hugging your torso, pulling you closer to kiss your neck with intensity. you opened your eyes in middle of the kissing and stared at sekido and urogi, who were standing there, urogi looking at the other two clones get their way with your body, a senseless excitement hitting his body at the view, making his wings quiver. and as for sekido, he was clenching his fists, his jaw almost hurting out of fury, how dared you use his clones to please yourself? were they some kind of toy to you?

you frowned at them, your left hand made its way to aizetsu's crotch, squeezing his clothed cock which lead him to break the kiss to let out a soft whimper, breathing heavily and closing his eyes. your right hand did the same to karaku's, making him grunt into your neck.

"m-my lady..." "oh, that's...oh~" their voices cried out holding onto your body as you massaged the areas for a little while. aizetsu mumbled nonsense into your left ear, pressing his body against your own seeking closeness and karaku making sure to do the same on your right side moaning softly, licking and biting your earlobe, both of them entirely poisoned by your touch.

"why are you just standing there? i gave you an order" you demanded once again, it infuriated you to see sekido so so upset with you, your body filled with rage and excitement hoping your provocations were enough for them to fucking move. urogi gulped, hesitant, before walking towards the three of you, placing himself behind you, arms wrapping your torso and animal-like hands cupping both of your breasts, squeezing and massaging lively, stealing a grunt from you instantly.

sekido's mouth was half open, astonished at the view of you having complete control of each one of them. the grip on his weapon tightened, unsure of what to do now, he wished he could fight you but he knew quite well you would destroy him within a second, he just wishes to... agh! he just wished you would just vanish, you arrogant piece of-!

"sekido" his raging thoughts about you were cut off when you called his name, your tone of voice switched instantly, it was deep and threatening, you could just let him stand there and take a great look at what you were doing to his counterparts but you wished to have him doing something so much better, you wanted him, you wanted him to pleasure you, to watch his face clench into annoyance and anger because of you. your hands made their way to aizetsu's hips and moved him aside, letting him sit beside you so you could open your legs widely, karaku and aizetsu couldn't help but stare down at your soaked cunt, its scent captivated the three demons around you and karaku's such as aizetsu's hand tried to reach it to please you in their own ways but your own stopped them, with a serious expression and your eyes never meeting theirs, the latter only fixated on sekido.

"no, let sekido take care of that, maybe it'll hit some sense into him before he ever thinks of disobeying me again."

the three of them looked at him and was aizetsu the one to speak, for someone who was often saddened everytime sekido spoke and scolded him, this was impressive and sort of satisfying "sekido please... you know what they can do..."

clearly upset, your statement made the anger demon throw his weapon to his side with rage a few seconds later.

he walked to you, aizetsu and karaku doing you the favor of holding your legs wide open for you, the red eyed knelt infront of your body, taking a good look at your wet cunt, pausing for a moment as he contemplated you. he looked up again, his eyes meeting yours, unsure of what to do next.

"put that blabbering mouth of yours to good use" you commanded, your bright eyes staring directly into his before he got his body to fully lay on the ground, face inches away from your slit, he purposefully digged his nails into the skin of your thighs, tiny drops of blood painting his fingers.

"yes, ma'am" every drop of anger was poured into that "ma'am" of his as he broke the distance between his lips and yours, his tattooed tongue licked from the bottom to the top in a slow motion, sending a shiver through your abdomen, you moaned out loud and grinned the second his tongue landed on your clit.

you felt urogi's cock twitch against your back, you threw your head back to land on his shoulder, looking at his yellow eyes with a serious gaze. "are you hard already, urogi?" at your words, the joy demon gulped and nodded "yes, my lady..." his voice is sweet and a bit shy, you smirked at his response and tilted your head.

"should your upper one do something to fix that?" the seduction on your voice did not help urogi to keep his composure at all "please... please do" his pleading voice was music to your ears, it almost made you feel sorry for him, you only chuckle before giving a response.

"i'll treat you if you continue touching me. does that sound fair?~" excitement quickly filled his orange eyes "yes, my lady" as his hands continued to massage your chest and his mouth reached the back of your neck, biting and sucking passionately. karaku and aizetsu exchanged glares interested in your words, would they get a treat too if they please you? they couldn't take chances so they continued to kiss and squeeze your body, arousal growing bigger inside them each second more.

it was karaku who, holding your right leg open, started grinding against you, slight pants leaving his mouth as he was trying to satisfy himself somehow, the whole situation got him excited and needy for some touch, he almost couldn't hold himself back. you noticed his motion right ahead and stopped him. "you're not allowed to do that, karaku" his eyes widened and he gulped "but mistress..." he pleads but takes his words back the second you glare at him, intimidating "how... how can i earn my release, mistress?"

you chuckle at his question, an evil grin showing up.

"huh? earn it? that's the deal, karaku, you don't- hah~" a broken moan escapes your lips, sekido's tongue made sure to hit your sweet spot just in time "oh sekido, you're hitting it just right~ keep going~" you praise, the anger demon didn't want to admit that you calling his name like that actually made his stomach flutter. how could he find this exciting? how do your praises make him so eager to fulfill your request? his anger was being condescending.

karaku frowns, a grimace expressing his need to do something about the tent of his pants, but how can he disobey you? he wanted to be selfish, but urogi and sekido being praised and paid for what they're doing, made him feel jealous, he has been good from the beggining, didn't he deserve a prize too? an urge to compete against his counterparts rushed through his body, maybe like that he could get your attention. but he couldn't do much from there, urogi was working on your chest and sekido had the best part... it all feels unfair for him, he had to try another ways, so he leaned in and kissed you passionately, hoping your attention was drawn at him. the kiss caught you offguard but you decide to play along with his idea, you smiled inbetween the kiss, noticing what he was doing.

aizetsu in the other hand, was kissing your neck and leaving gentle marks along it, listening to what you were saying to karaku. however, when the green eyed kissed you, aizetsu felt left a little behind, he felt your touch fading away each second karaku spent kissing you, he didn't want that, it saddened him to not being touched and payed attention at by you, he needed you too. he took karaku's actions as a provocation, a threat to his territory and being so he couldn't allow karaku getting away with you so he came up to your face and held your chin lovingly, making you pull away from the kiss to make you kiss him, you give in smiling, sensing both of their jelousies compiting over you.

karaku was offended and tried to draw your attention back at him, insisting in kissing you again. you look at him from the corner of your eye, kissing aizetsu passionately at the same time. you were teasing him, watching his face twitch in jealousy for seeing you kiss his counterpart so vively, so intensely, as if you really were enjoying aizetsu more than you enjoyed karaku. his hand instinctively pressed his aching cock when he saw you biting aizetsu's lower lip, sharp teeth pulling his skin with desire, making him moan softly, never breaking eye contact with karaku. he was having enough, he was about to beg for you but chose being rough, he leans to your mouth even when you and aizetsu were kissing and tried to kiss you. aizetsu didn't give in and keeps fighting for his place, turning the kissing into a kiss of three. saliva being exchanged between your mouths. you laughed between the kiss at their little competition, this is so exciting!

your senses were through the roof, pleasure continuing to build up inside of you, a wave of sensations hitting you body as the clones did their job, sekido being more skilled in his area than you originally expected, his mouth working you to your climax, tongue licking and lips sucking in the right places, making a mess beneath him. your legs broke free from karaku and aizetsu's grip, suddenly sandwiching sekido's head almost making him lose focus as he made you cum. a loud moan drowned in your kiss with the other two as sekido licked your clit to help you go through your last bits of orgasm.

you pulled away from the wet kiss and rested your head on urogi's chest, sighing in relief for finally getting the release you needed all night, you held onto karaku and aizetsu's shoulders as you breathed in and out, chasing breath regulation; the winged demon massaged your belly and waist until you recovered your breath completely, he smiled with satisfaction at the view of you exhausted for all the job they've been doing for the past moments just to please you, it made his stomach flutter with excitement. your body continued to release an inhumane amount of hormones, all the fury contained in your body earlier had completely vanished at the mere touch of upper 5, you were contented and pleased, yet... you weren't satisfied, if someone offered you another round or more, you would accept without hesitation. you suddenly felt sekido crawling onto you, you contemplated him, his angered expression continuing to grow as his mouth drooled spit mixed with your fluids, his kimono subtly falling off his shoulder exposing his skin, you couldn't lie, that was kinda hot, you grinned at him.

"had enough sekido?" you teased playfully, chuckling at him.

"not quite" he growled and positioned himself between your legs, approaching you as he undressed his torso "how fucking dare you? are we just some toys to you? you're disgusting, upper one, leaving me and my counterparts stupidly aroused, you don't deserve being done for the night"

"hah? who said i was done for the night? it's funny that you mention it, actually, i could just get up and leave you and your pathetic clones here and let you starve without my touch, i would love to see how you would handle from there. you're all hard as a rock and i don't need to see it to prove it, you weak creatures, whining and begging for my attention, it would be so fun if i just left!" your voice gained a mocking manner, a cocky attitude hitting in as you allowed sekido between your legs, a short laughter escapes your lips "but... how could i... you were all such good boys, my heart squeezes with pity, i come to the conclusion you deserve at least a prize. so, sekido, if you want yours, form in line, i'm not done with all of you just yet."

thanks for reading!

[hawnkoii]

What if Hantengu had a wife? Part 3- Karaku 🍃

Part One - UROGI 🪶

Part Two - AIZETSU 💧

Part Three - KARAKU 🍃

Part Four - SEKIDO 💢

Bonus - HANTENGU 😱

[hamsternella]

[PART 2] Yandere!Muzan (+other demons) x Elusive!Reader

cw: yandere themes, stalking, blood, gore, violence, forced relationship, r*pe/non-con elements, mdni

characters in this one: muzan, kokushibo, douma, akaza, hantengu, gyokko

FIRST PART HERE

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Of course your arrival would not only interest the Pillars; now you also have the demons. Your missions have been encompassing the lower ranks, but as you eliminate them with simplicity and speed the word spreads, and with it comes the most anticipated interest.

Akaza is the first to bring the news to Muzan, the father of demons. It doesn't take long for Dōma to find out through gossip from Gyokko, alerting Hantengu in the process. You're a celebrity!

But fame is merely a temporary thing. Muzan finds your appearance curious, perhaps because you went unnoticed all this time until Ubuyashiki required your talent. What more could you bestow beyond a couple of acrobatics and the basic ability to wield a sword?

Yeah, sure.

He was wrong. And that's saying a lot—for Muzan, at least. But to have to see for himself who you were was to accept the first defeat: he had been wrong. You didn't just brandish a sword, leap and twirl in the air; nor did you seem to smell the scent of demons on the wind, much less contort your face into a grimace of horror. You had had one of the most powerful demons in front of you and the first thing that had seemed sensible to you was to ask the most ridiculous question of all:

'Who are you?'

Muzan

Muzan thinks you're an idiot. It's the only justification he sees possible to explain why you don't know who he is. Even when he introduces himself to you, the most logical thing you have to respond with is that 'he has to prove it instead of just saying it'. Ridiculous. As if that wasn't enough, you don't carry the weight of his revelation on your shoulders, let alone the fear hanging in your eyes, and you don't even put your hand on the handle of your sword. What are you waiting for? Was this all a plan of Ubuyashiki's to distract him? Was this a trap?

Muzan genuinely believes that there must be something wrong with your head. Maybe some terminal illness; or maybe you really are afraid. Possibly you were a coward. But the more time passed between you, the more the demon realized that he was still wrong about that. You just didn't care. About him, his name; neither did you care about fighting or defending yourself. It wouldn't be surprising if neither did death, if you could stand and be silent—the boredom eating your face.

It took Muzan an —embarrassing— moment to realize that the reason for your disinterest was because there were no longer any humans in that village. Or perhaps you had evacuated them, or one of your companions. You yourself confirmed to him instantly that Ubuyashiki was suspicious of a supposed appearance of him in the area, and that's why you went ahead. Muzan had to admit that the move was clever; but your way of making him feel humiliated, even more so. If that's what you wanted to achieve, at least: make him angry at your audacity.

"You should wield your sword."

"You could kill me now," you replied simply. "No one will stop you."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Of what?"

"Death, of course."

"I find no point in being afraid of such a good friend."

Muzan finds your ability to remain calm throughout the encounter fascinating. He could feel the rhythm of your breathing alter as his blows increased; not exactly the strongest, but useful enough to bring out a hint of your nature. You knew full well that the demon in front of you was playing games. It would be ridiculous to think it would be that simple to dodge and hit back a couple of blows as if it were nothing—but you continued to give it your all.

The resolution of this encounter has two paths with the same ending. The first is that you decide to escape, taking with you the demon's deep gaze on your figure melting in the night, in the distance. The wind dragging the murmur of your breath among the leaves. The second is you deciding to strike full on; the edge of your sword reflecting off the ruby surface of Muzan's eyes, before being stopped by his hand in midair. The flow of your blood would pulsate beneath your skin—the life coursing through your veins in a confrontation with death.

Whatever you do, Muzan can think of only one thing as he recalls the way your smile was planted on your face, perhaps the product of a state of pure adrenaline: you could become a demon.

Your laughter burst in your chest, vibrating along your throat, against his hand.

"Do you think my proposal is funny?"

"I think it's ridiculous."

"The idea of outwitting death all this time didn't seem entirely ridiculous to you."

"I plan to live as a human, and die as one. I don't understand the need for something as ridiculous as immortality is."

Your sword fell to the ground; your hands dangling in an instant from Muzan's arm.

"You do not fear the Gods," you muttered between your teeth, "but someday your judgment will be mortal—of that same mortality you once denied..."

"Mortality? Divine judgments?" he interrupted. A choked laugh escaped from between his lips; corners quivering in a crooked smile. "There are no such things. Have I ever been punished or even prevented from committing all the atrocities that haunt my name?"

His fingers caressed the skin of your neck, sliding the tips of his fingernails along your blood pulse.

"There is no such thing as Gods," he whispered. "Have I ever seen one, ever?"

A reflection of his smile appeared on your face, and Muzan had a bad feeling for the first time in a long time.

"You must look for them in the light," you whispered back. "Look at the light, Muzan. Look at the sun."

Clever little shit.

Muzan is turned away from you in an instant, trying in turn to hide a genuine smile as he watches you speed away into the light. You were going with the Gods—those who are cruel, unjust. You were leaving with a smile plastered on your face; more like a tense gesture, not exactly serene. He took the road back, almost disappearing into nothingness itself before being devoured by the sun.

After this encounter you may consider yourself unfortunate. The eyes of the beast were set on you with wild interest; humiliating memories behind them, and intrigue growing as time goes by. Muzan considers you weak but interesting. He believes your potential could be of help, both to you and to them—if you are a demon, of course. At first it is a proposal that he intends to offer you again, and that if rejected then you would have to die... if that's possible with you.

The dynamic with Muzan is somewhat strange. What makes him start obsessing over you is your ability to avoid death; even if you have it next to you, you never feel affected by it. He begins to designate different demons to find a weak point, something with which he can seriously hurt you or keep you cornered; but he soon realizes that there is no way to keep you between a rock and a hard place unless he uses force majeure. The most obvious is to choose some upper moon—marking you like an animal going to slaughter, with one of his best executioners.

Muzan would be an obsessive and possessive yandere to extremes. He is a violent demon, who enjoys sadistic practices towards you; and who can only come to experience some kind of 'love' for you if you yourself seek to manipulate behind the scenes his weakest point: you.

Whether you're a demon or not, it's pretty clear he doesn't plan to kill you anytime soon. He would never admit it, but losing you would be far worse than having to chase you all his life.

Kokushibo

Kokushibo regards your transformation with the same intensity as Muzan. He thinks it would be a waste of talent for death to come to you so soon; especially with how pleasant you appear to the eye, and how easy it is to exchange a couple of words without the need for a sword fluttering in the air or those uncomfortable, bitter vibes common to fear and anger. Nothing emanated from you—not even a hint of joy.

Kokushibo notes with deep curiosity how little you care about being in front of him. It is intriguing, but eventually annoying. He doesn't understand what is so wonderful about you that Muzan would extend his mercy to you. Of course, you are useful to some extent; but also extremely ridiculous and purposeless. If you had one it wouldn't matter either—even you didn't take your situation seriously enough.

It would take Kokushibo a long time to become obsessed with you, but once he does, he recognizes it; and with that, he becomes a real threat. At first he would be so because of his own demonic nature—his lack of principles and his lack of even psychological mortality, a product of years of living as a monster surrounded by other monsters. But being obsessed with you, Kokushibo becomes possessive and constant; never stopping in his tracks, whether he has to kill thousands or even exterminate villages to take over your humanity and condemn you to immortality.

Kokushibo is upset at the idea of sharing you, but he knows that if he were to refuse, everyone would fall victim to Muzan's wrath. Because of this, he only demands a certain amount of attention from you, within certain times and moments. It's very specific—but necessary to quiet his need for you. Kokushibo, being in a good mood, a product of your good attention and complete devotion, is a great training partner; as well as being an interesting individual to chat with thanks to his experience over the years. The anecdotes are plentiful, and will certainly keep you entertained.

Like Muzan, Kokushibo would be a possessive yandere in extremes. When angry he would be sadistic, but extremely passionate in intimacy. Both do not enjoy displaying in front of others acts of affection or appreciation, but would certainly do so in private; especially if you ask them to. It would cost much more with Muzan, being that he has a big barrier due to his own ego—but that is not the case with Kokushibo.

Should you earn their respect, you can rest assured that Kokushibo would be a pleasant companion, capable of providing you with something far better than those mundane pleasures you pursue as a human. Isn't that appealing? Immortality, power, and death in the palm of your hand; whenever you need it, wherever and however you like it best. Not that it matters, of course. By hook or by crook, sooner or later, you're going to fall—right in with them, where they await you with deep longing.

Dōma

Dōma is a danger to humanity, but especially to you. He becomes obsessed with you from the first moment, with all of Muzan's words fluttering around him as he engages in a fight with you. He finds your frustration amusing, and your incredible ability to hide it alongside other pure emotions—a serene face is the only thing visible to one who doesn't know how reason and heart work. But Dōma knows; and of course after the encounter he is fascinated.

He understands Muzan's obsession, just as he understands why Kokushibo chooses to agree with him. You have potential. You're not exactly a person who fights, because it's clear that you prefer to avoid it, but you know how to move and how to use your words to reach people. Dōma finds it entertaining; plus he can find that aesthetic 'charm' that Kokushibo talked so much about, referring to how nice it is to have you in front of him. Your aura is amazing.

Although Muzan and Kokushibo are dangerous because of how sadistic and violent they become, this is mostly a response to anger or disappointment. It's something that with Dōma is quite different. This guy is fucked up, because he may seem happy and nice, but he still enjoys sadistic practices and even sexual punishments —if necessary— for no apparent reason. He just wants to get his hands on you.

Dōma is excited about transforming you into a demon, so that he can see you accomplish many other things better than just wielding a sword and dying of old age. The idea of having you by his side for eternity is exciting, and unlike other demons, sharing you is not a problem for him; he finds it fun to watch you bond with other upper moons.

Dōma wants to teach you that life is something to be cherished, and that's why you need to be a demon if you plan to persistently seek to play with death. Impossible for you to get hurt that way! Besides, isn't it amazing to be able to have a lot of power and have amazing individuals like them on your side? Dōma loves devotion, and especially if it's directed towards him; constant attention, companionship... Let him know that you're not listening to him or that you don't believe him, and rest assured that some punishment will be laid upon you.

Dōma is an annoying and dangerous yandere. If you're the type who enjoys peace and quiet, then rest assured that you'll find it impossible with him around. You're going to need to assert your own dominance if you don't want to end up being considered a pet in his eyes—but not too much, anyway. Don't let him feel it necessary to punish you to remind you of certain ideas.

Akaza

Akaza does not cease to be a problem once he becomes obsessed with you, but he might be better than the others if we consider that he does not opt for physical punishment; just as he does not support sexual abuse. Akaza is an honest demon who shares the idea of transforming you so that you will endure over time. He believes you have a lot of potential for the future, were it not for your mortal limitations and your lack of interest in the benefits you could gain from embracing change.

At first your encounters with Akaza are about quarrels and pleasant chats. You find him an interesting demon because you can't quite understand his principles; and he, likewise, is interested in you because of who you are and how you do the things you do. The fact that you have so much potential but no one is interested in the company of slayers to develop it is frustrating to him. There comes a point where Akaza tries to force his blood into you, seeking to bend your spirit to transform you into a demon before Muzan and the others—but you escape at the last moment.

Needless to say, this event corrupts the image you had formed of Akaza, and drives you away from him with a growing hatred in the depths of your heart. He, for his part, regrets having made you react in that way, but only for having driven you away; not for having caused harm in your heart and conscience. What Akaza most fervently desires is to have you bound to the eternity they enjoy. Wouldn't you suffer more as a mortal?

Akaza would be a sweet yandere, but not considerate. He doesn't care about your reasons about humanity, justice or life. What matters is that you are safe from mediocrity and agony, and that you enjoy an eternity of endless power and pleasure. As I said before, Akaza is against the practices of Dōma and Kokushibo—especially with those of Dōma. He doesn't think it's a proper thing to abuse you and seek constant devotion; for what he adores most is your loyalty and your particular —but pleasant— way of being.

He does not enjoy sharing your time, especially if it is Muzan's time to have you by his side. Akaza is quite jealous and can't stand the idea of other demons laying a hand on you, or even addressing you in a disrespectful manner. Unlike him, who is patient and kind, fights with others —or sparring, as they liked to mockingly call it— are violent against you; always pushing your boundaries, forcing them. Akaza feels sorry, but on the other he can't help but feel satisfaction in having you—even if it means you suffer a little in the process.

Sooner or later you will have to go to him, either to learn to command respect and find your place, or to have some healthy companionship. As far as it goes, at least. Akaza is delusional about a lot of things, but have no doubt about how much you'll need him when you want a hug, and need the sweetness of a couple of words whispered in your ear to soothe the bitterness. He will always be there.

Hantengu

Hantengu is too terrified to approach you and complete Muzan's mission regarding your transformation. It is Dōma who ends up forcing him to meet you at the beginning, and who recommends him to use all his 'cards' to make sure you don't escape. What's more: did you know that it's because of Hantengu that you could end up being caught by them?

He alone is pathetic, and it's hard for you to carry on a conversation without seeing his fat tears streaming down his face as he trembles like a miserable wretch. There comes a point where you question whether you could afford to abuse his misfortunes to feed your frustration with life. Whether you do or not is entirely up to you—and no one and nothing will stop you in the process, keep that in mind. Of course, your actions would have future consequences.

It doesn't take long for Hantengu to decide to get into the game in the best possible way: with his manifestations. Each and every one of them is much more active with you than he could ever be; and depending on whether or not you have abused Hantengu, they will react to you in a positive or negative way.

If you decide not to harass him:

Hantengu would be a sweet and shy yandere with you. He would not need his manifestations at all, and at a certain point he would find your company as a soother for his anxiety and misfortune.

Sekido would be the one who holds the reins in the 'relationship', always taking care of your punishments and your rewards depending on how you act with them. He is the most jealous, too. Sekido would be the most likely to abuse you; sometimes even lying about things you haven't done, just so he can lay a hand on you.

Karaku would be the most likely to sexually abuse you, always at Sekido's side, as he enjoys your fear and pain. Other than that there is not much more to tell; he is someone unpleasant and tiresome, but easy to ignore if you beg enough from Sekido or Urogi.

Aizetsu is the most delusional, but also the easiest to handle. Not having made Hantengu's life difficult makes him hold you in good esteem, and he decides to be the shoulder you can cry on while he feeds off your grief and your need for emotional support.

Urogi is hopeless but funny; at least if you start to lose your mind and need to pretend some other kind of normalcy. He's not delusional—he definitely knows what's going on and supports it wholeheartedly. He's quick to admit how much he likes you, but he doesn't lay a hand on you until he notices that you're minimally opening up to him. Urogi can save you from Karaku, but not from Sekido.

If you decide to harass him:

Sekido is much more violent with you. It is a constant. His punishments are brutal, and his abuses habitual. Begging him for help to get rid of Karaku is impossible; it is he himself who invokes the other manifestation to take advantage of you.

Karaku enjoys seeing you being abused by other demons, going to the extreme of making it public and even more humiliating if possible. It is such a punishment, that your body ends up wounded; and no matter how many regenerations you have, the psychological damage is permanent and incapable of being explained with words. Akaza is aware of the fact; Dōma and Kokushibo have sometimes participated in the sexual encounters, adding their own punishments.

Aizetsu believes that you lack something, and that you are afraid to open your heart to new opportunities. So much is your pain —in his mind— that you go to the extreme of harassing the weak and sensitive; taking advantage of them to satiate your bitterness. He does no physical harm—but without a doubt, Aizetsu is a master of psychological torture. The punishments of the other manifestations and his emotional harassment bring out the worst in you.

Urogi recognizes that you need to learn a lesson, and starts abusing you along with Karaku when Sekido needs help. He enjoys adding Aizetsu, because he thinks it's sexy how much your face contorts in shame when they tell you what an idiot and piece of shit you are. Nothing is hotter than raping you while you beg for mercy. He'd still love and appreciate you anyway—you're funny at the end of the day.

Gyokko

Gyokko is the last one you meet, considering he spends his time working on his vases, or being busy devouring humans and collecting them for his artwork. As Dōma constantly describes him you'd rather not run into him; but eventually, at a meeting between the moons, he makes his introductory act, and for you it's impossible not to look away, disgusted.

This demon is particularly sadistic—worse than Dōma, depending on your perspective. Gyokko is narcissistic, so as soon as he recognizes that it is you whom Muzan praised and pursued so madly, his jealousy blossoms quickly. He hopes your fame doesn't go to your head, or he'll have to put you in your place. You have to be very careful with everything you do or say around him if you don't want to end up in pieces.

Gyokko begins to obsess over you as a result of his constant delusions about the two of you being 'rivals'. He is haunted by the idea that you are all the time making fun of him, considering yourself better and more skilled; but it takes some time for all his ideas to turn into an uncomfortable perspective for you. Gyokko believes that you are the one who is obsessed to a certain point.

He sees your attempts to listen to him as a way to get closer to him and his ideas—to mock, steal or destroy them. Gyokko recognizes that on your own you are already amazing and beautiful; but he also considers that you are unfit to be a demon, that you are a worthless piece of shit and deserve punishment to put you in your place. At this point Akaza's advice or help is useless.

With luck and wit you can win his favor, and get Gyokko to consider you more than just a useless piece of meat. You could be his muse! If it wasn't enough with him getting jealous of you, now you'll have to watch him get jealous of others; because Gyokko hates the idea of sharing you, but he knows better than to just break Muzan's golden rule. Because of this, he takes his anger out on you and blames you for others forcing him to have to share your body and charms.

Gyokko's favorite punishment is to force your body to fit inside his best pots, where he enjoys your panic at the cramped space and impending darkness. Sometimes he forces you to be surrounded by blood and gore; or suffocates you as Dōma abuses you. But be careful not to break the vessel! Each piece is a mouthful of pain through your esophagus.

Gyokko is one of the most problematic and tortuous yanderes. I feel sorry for you. Even his jokes aren't good—but if you pretend to be a mess, at least he won't get jealous while teaching you how to make pots.

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Fun facts about...

MUZAN,

If you win his favor, he is willing to punish Gyokko; or also Hantengu and his manifestations.

He is ironically one of the most passionate and enjoyable lovers during sexual encounters.

If he's in a good mood, of course.

He gives the longest but most interesting conversations. (He's better than Kokushibo!)

KOKUSHIBO,

He appreciates the moments in silence, staring at you.

He loves the way you fight.

In private he likes to praise how very agile and strong you are; as well as elegant and captivating.

If it's not true, don't tell him; he doesn't like to be contradicted.

DŌMA,

He gets excited if you show you feel something other than hatred for him.

His wet dream is for you to accept a seat next to him in hell.

He likes to watch you sleep; sometimes he even covers your nose so you can't breath.

He likes to hug you.

AKAZA,

It makes him tender to see you wake up when you can't breathe because of Dōma.

He is somewhat embarrassed to have to access you sexually.

Twice he has been a spectator of your sexual punishments.

He is bitter to see you like this, so he decided never to do it again.

HANTENGU,

(If you don't harass him) He secretly admires you.

He thinks you're some kind of lucky charm.

He is a potential stalker.

He loves it when you caress his back.

GYOKKO,

If he is ashamed he becomes violent.

If he becomes violent, you pay.

If you do but he doesn't think it's enough, you'll suffer worse.

So don't say anything when you find out he's looking for the perfect flower to create a unique pot for you.

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“If you drop her, our fun’s over before it even starts!” you can faintly hear Karaku harping, and your head rolls around on your neck— it feels like jelly, hardly able to support the weight of your head as it droops backwards to look up at the demon who has you in his grasp. his talons are wrapped so tightly around one of your wrists that you can see a trickle of ruby, feel it as it runs down the length of your forearm. the blood mingles with the dirt and scuff that clings to your skin as you hang there, suspended in the air by merely his claw’s grip on your arm. “Give her to me already!”

all of the muscles in your arm were on fire, sore and aching, and you felt as though the pull of your weight on the one limb had knocked it out of socket. that wasn’t the worst of your injuries, however, but most of the pain from the battle had numbed at this point, anyways.

you don’t even remember where your sword had clattered, broken and useless. wherever was, it was well out of your reach as the demon flies you higher and higher, as if planning to perch you atop the moon itself.

it had been quite the game to him already, flying you higher, and then loosening his grip to let you slip just far enough to gasp and fear the plummet, before he gripped your arm again. at this point, you were praying to whatever god could allow this to happen that they would simply kill you already and get it over with. being toyed with would’ve been scary enough, but you were Hashira, and you were supposed to win this fight. not become a demon’s marionette under the moonlight.

Urogi glances down, smirking with putrid delight as he sees the dulled, defeat-snuffed gaze as you take in your position. “Wishing I would really drop you, demon slayer?” he was mocking you, spitting the words as if they were soaked in acid. “Let you die this easily?” a low cackle bubbles up from his throat, amber eyes burning. “Not a chance.” the violent flap of his wigs send blades of cold wind through your hair and ruffles your torn uniform, you could swear the sheer force of it nicks your cheek as he swoops downward, diving towards the ground. “We’re not done playing yet!” the speed makes your head spin, but you’ve not enough energy to squirm or try to stop the impending collision, so you close your eyes, brows furrowed, and brace for impact.

it comes, but not in the way you expect. with a flick of his talons, Urogi flings you from his grasp and into Karaku’s, who laughs wickedly at the way you smack against his chest like a sack of potatoes, and then try your best to grasp his shoulders. you wanted to regain some semblance of control over yourself, find your footing, but he wasn’t having it. both fists grasp your wrists and pull them back. your knees buckle with a gasp of pain, and you’re once again supported only by a demon’s will, and his hold on your arms. you dangle there, clenching your weak fists. “‘M… going to…”

Karaku’s emerald gems light up, “You’re going to what? Kill me?” you didn’t have to nod, but you do so weakly, and he leans close. only inches from your lips, his fiery breath washes over you. you shy away from a demon for the first time in your life, letting out a soft whimper, “You’re not going to do anything, girl, but let me tell you what we’re going to do to you.”

as Karaku speaks, his lips moving and grazing your cheek the closer he gets, you feel the ground shake beneath you when Urogi lands behind you, talons cracking rocks beneath his powerful feet.

“We’re going to rip this demon killing uniform off,” Urogi’s claws work diligently to make good on his counterpart’s promise, shredding the fabric of your top, down through your pants until the black garments fall away in defeated, little strips. Karaku croons yo you, in amusement, “it’s not like it’s useful, anymore. Your demon killing days are over.” you let out a grunt of discomfort, feeling the drag of his talons against your stomach, biting at your vulnerable flesh. “But your demon serving days? Well, those have just begun.”

“— And we’ll defile your defenseless, human body.” Karaku flashes insanely sharp teeth in a daunting grin as Urogi finishes his threat, his talons grasping your thighs to hoist them up. your feet, that were dragging against the ground prior to this not sweep from the ground, and dangle helplessly as he spreads your legs. completely exposed to the one thing you were meant to hate in this world, the thing you’ve trained your whole life to kill, you felt disgusting and shameful, and your thighs twitched and fought against his strength to close. “Until it all but gives out.”

Karaku takes one look at your cunt as it’s presented to him, and a low gurgle of lust rumbles in his throat, dropping your hands to, instead, jab two fingers inside abruptly. you cry out and immediately grapple at his arm with one hand, trying to pull his hand out, while the other grabs for his horn and forehead, pushing with all your might, squirming and writhing, but you’re trapped. “Stop—!!” but Karaku’s guffawing drowns out your weak demand. his fingers are thick and rough as they pump into your unprepared core, though the rough treatment coaxes your arousal to life, encouraging you to soak his knuckles as he scissors them inside you. pressing his calloused fingertips against your inner walls, he can feel them spasm and tighten.

“Tighter than I expected,” his voice is a low, raspy growl as his fingers work relentlessly inside you, pummeling over delicate nerves. you can’t help but pant and groan, but you try to steel your glare, and push him off. “Your little Hashira buddies haven’t fucked you out yet?” his digits spread, testing the elasticity of your insides, and you moan, haplessly. “All those muscles and no brains. They promote a useless, little piece of fuck meat and don’t even take advantage?”

Urogi giggles from behind you, his lips close to your ear as he hisses. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that.”

Karaku, using his free hand to retrieve his cock, wraps his fist around the girth and pumps it to life at the same velocity with which he finger fucks you, and his fangs peek out against his bottom lip as he bites down on it, moaning low and guttural. “I broke her down, so I want to fuck her first.”

Urogi had been taunting you, kissing at the shell of your ear, whispering threats and excitedly watching you jerk and squirm to get away from him, but when Karaku says this, he pauses. you can feel the air behind a powerful grit of his teeth, as if Karaku’s claim annoyed him. “We broke her together—“

“Shut up,” Karaku waved off his counter’s nagging, grasping his ready cock at the base and guiding between your thighs. replacing his fingers with his cock was a sudden switch, and a size difference your body wasn’t prepared for. “I’m already in.” your eyes widen, your nails scraping at his horns and his face as he forced his way inside you. your walls spasmed and fluttered around the intruder, clamping down, instead of trying to push him out, and your back arches. the movement was intended to bring you a moment of reprieve, and shove him out of you, but the curve of your body only gives him the room he needs to slide hilt deep.

“F—fuck!” you exclaim; you can’t help it. the force behind his nesting is almost too much to bear, and you grind your teeth, glaring up at him weakly, with your thighs trembling. Urogi’s claws dig into them, blood beading to the surface as you struggle. “Y—you despicable, vile… uh!!” you were just about to make your stand, demand he pull out of you or else you would find a way to kill him with your bare hands, but his hips rocked suddenly. back and forth, falling into a rough and hungry pace that had you scrambling for breath, your feet flopping in the air. “Y-you can’t…!!”

Karaku howls with pleasure, both of his hands now wrapping around your throat, instead, a wild and primal look in his wide eyes. his lips are etched into a permanent, open mouthed smile as he fucks you with reckless abandon, cackling and crowing as he does so. “Aha! It’s been such a long time since I’ve had tight, warm human cunt!” his thumbs press against your windpipe, teasing it closed until you’re clawing at his wrists, gurgling pleas to breathe. it was hard to focus on anything but the lack of oxygen, and yet the sound of your squelching and the smack of his balls against you pounded in both of your ears. “It’s good,” his tongue flicks at his teeth, his breaths coming out in ragged breaths, “the more I choke you, the tighter your cunt squeezes me!”

Urogi was smiling again, his eyes flickering down to the join of your bodies to watch Karaku’s cock slide in and out at a rapid pace. if he zeroed in, he could see your entrance clench down on him, as if to keep him anchored within you, and he chortles low, nipping at your earlobe. “It almost seems like she likes it, listen to how wet she is. Choke her harder, I want to see her cheeks turn purple.”

you shake your head, fervent, “D-don’t!!”

you didn’t want them to hear how your body betrayed you, how it spat and sputtered, grateful to be decimated with demon cock, but even that scream sounded less reluctant. your sounds were changing, twisting from protest to pleasure, and you couldn’t stop it. the tighter the demon gripped your throat, the more pleasure you derived from being taken against your will. the wetter you got.

Karaku’s brows knit together, focusing all of his energy into pounding deep, as he hissed through clamped teeth, “Cumming for you, little demon killer. Going to fill up that belly!”

you didn’t have time to process what his threat had been, because a few, forceful thrusts against your limit, his tip battering your insides, and he erupts with a wail, giving your neck one final, right squeeze that you thought for sure would crush your trachea. it doesn’t, somehow, and when his grip loosens, you choke on a massive influx of air, uttering a defeated, “N-no, not inside—“ though it was too late. you could feel his cum in your guts, much more than a human could produce, sloshing about as he continued. he didn’t pull out, or even slow his pace. dribbling white release out with every buck of his powerful hips, his climax only seemed to spur him to fuck you harder.

“Do you feel that, Hashira?” Karaku taunts, grabbing your hair at the roots to pull your head up, forcing you to stare deep into his eyes. every thrust pushes his release deeper into you, and you mewl and groan, “You’re full of demon cum.” your eyes roll around in your head when it shakes, but Karaku swipes his mouth over yours, tasting your kiss with his long, invasive tongue. “You’re my breeding bitch now.”

“Ours. We’re supposed to be sharing her, did you forget?” Urogi nagged, dropping one of your legs to free a hand. your toe scrapes against the ground, leg limply dangling, but you don’t have the energy to use it to fight back— all of your resistance Karaku had already fucked from your body. you assume, with Urogi’s shifting behind you, that he too was grabbing and readying his cock, and you groan at the thought of being handed off for this to happen again. if you had to satisfy them both, you would surely not survive this night. “Give me room.”

“She’s too tight,” Karaku barked, “give me a minute to open her up some more.”

Urogi snarls, and rubs the swollen head of his cock against the brutal fucking you’re getting, causing your eyelids to flutter as you try to look back at him. surely, he didn’t intend to force his way into the same hole at the same time?

“We’ll stretch her out together. I’m not waiting anymore, I want to break her, too.”

Urogi worms his way inside, spearing your elastic entrance and forcing you to stretch to not only accommodate Karaku’s brutality, but now Urogi’s cock, too. they were roughly the same size and shape, at least they felt that way, but the sensation of them rubbing together inside of you, bulging against your inner walls, was utterly maddening. you felt like you were being torn in half, or as if you were a rope in a vicious game of tug-of-war between the two demons. Urogi was just as eager and cruel as his counterpart, falling into a merciless rhythm opposite of Karaku, so as Karaku was retracting, Urogi was pounding deeper, keeping your limits brutalized with not a moment to recover.

it was difficult, at this point, to do anything short of blacking out. your eyes rolled around in your head, your mouth hanged open, drool leaking from the corners and mews and helpless babbling fell free. your body slumped, in between the two sturdy demons as they all but fucked right through you.

Urogi moans, much louder and huskier, breathing hot on your neck and in your ear. “She’s so much more receptive now that she’s been tenderized,” he takes a sharp inhale, his talons tickling your chin as he tilts your head back, instead, to smash his hungry lips against yours.

the kiss is wrong. rough and forceful, and you can’t fight it, so your mouth hangs open, gurgling quiet pleas for some sort of mercy. Urogi ignores them, and kisses you deeply, so deeply that you worry his tongue, that was prodding at every inch of your mouth, would eventually choke you as fiercely as Karaku had with his hands.

he breaks the kiss for a moment, to pull back and admire the broken expression on your bruised countenance, before he tilts his head. “You’re being ruined, you know? Turned into a mindless fuckdoll.” a wide grin teases his taut lips, “Your body is ours, demon slayer, to destroy as we please. To breed when we feel the need.” if you had any tears left, they would’ve streaked the dirt on your cheeks, but you couldn’t cry.

it felt too good.

“I’d… rather… die…” you breathe out, uneven and trembling, trying to hold on to what little denial you could still muster.

“Shut up, breeder.” Karaku chomped at your clavicle, sucking and biting, leaving his mark on you. “We’ll kill you if we get bored of stuffing your holes, but you won’t get that lucky for a good, long while.” Karaku was grunting again, speeding up, as he must’ve caught on the trail of a second orgasm, and you started to whine and whimper to punctuate each thrust. all of the stimulation— the rubbing against his shaft as Karaku pounded and the way you clench and milk the two cocks fighting for ownership of your pussy— must’ve pushed Urogi over the edge, because he dropped off along the way. coming undone and bucking his hips madly, whimpering with sordid delight as he kisses you again, his release joining Karaku’s and the load already inside as they cum together this time.

a strangled cry bubbles out of your throat, the pressure on your belly more than you’ve ever felt. you could feel a faint bulge, as if they’d inflated you like a balloon, as the excess that refused to fit seeps out between your legs, splattering on the ground underneath you. you could hold absolutely no more, and they both knew that, too. as if coordinated, they both release you, and you crumble to the ground on your belly, sliding off both of their cocks in the process. another eruption of their release oozes out from your abused cunt as you lay there, fucked out and weak.

“Look at you.” Urogi swoons, planting one claw on your arm to pin you in place, squatting down to your level. his cock swung in front of your face, still hard and smelling of your body. it made you dizzy, so you tried to look away, smearing your face in the dirt to escape. “You’re no soldier, girl. All of that training did nothing for your weak mind or your easily ruined body. Break your sword and feed you a couple of demon cocks, and your true purpose is revealed.”

you hear footsteps on the other side, and only a moment passes before Karaku grasps a fistful of your hair. you were familiar, now, with that terribly painful grip. and, upon jerking your head upwards, your open mouth is plugged by his cock, giving you no choice but to taste the cum that frosts it. it’s raw and musky, and your eyes roll back upon swallowing the taste, gurgling weakly. he laughs at this, pushing your head down to force it deeper. “Hanging off our cocks like a pathetic, human puppet.”

[nymphoheretic]

Just the tip

Nymph: I'm fucking weak for them.

Synopsis: You learn just how much is really "just the tip" with the clones.

Warnings: praise, teasing, degradation, implied anal (on Sekido’s part), vaginal penetration, knotting, biting, blood play/kink, somno (on Urogi’s part), teasing, squirting, wing play, sensory play(Urogi's part) cervix fucking, breeding/creampie.

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Aizetsu x fem!reader, Sekido x fem!reader, Karaku x fem!reader, Urogi x fem!reader

Network: @enchantedforest-network

Urogi tries to keep it at "Just the tip" but his body always demands more. Especially if he's last to have you.

Urogi has the most patience out of all the clones. He doesn’t care if the others get to you first or that Sekido will lock you in his room, making them all feel how you cream on his cock, drenching it in your slick juices for hours. Or how your walls pulse around Sekido’s knot as it holds throughout the night. Because he knows when he gets his talons on you, he can make you scream the loudest, moan his name the most, cum on his cock the hardest, and fill you with so much cum it drips out of your little pussy.

So when he feels Sekido finally pull out of you to get ready for the Upper Moon meeting, did he make his move. Urogi knew that you would still be passed out from the intensity of his counterpart. He slips into Sekido’s room, locking the door behind him. His golden eyes gleefully scan over your sleeping body. His lips curl into a smile as he slowly approaches you.

Lifting the covers off your body, he sees that you’re still nude with Sekido’s cum still leaking from your pussy. He clicks his tongue as his eyes roll. Sekido was always so possessive over you; needing to be the first and last to fill you with so much cum, but you belong to all of them. And he was so pent up from having to endure feeling them all get their dicks wet from your creamy slick.

Now, it was finally his turn to have you. 

Plucking one of his feathers from his wings, he traces the soft tip slowly along the curves of your body. He bites back a giggle when your lips part and a soft moan leaves you as he glides the feather over the swell of your breast. Urogi watches every expression that goes over your sleeping face as he twirls the end over the tips of your nipples. The sweet sounds of your moans made his pupils dilate as his cock throbs under the furry material of his pants.

Urogi couldn’t wait for you to wake up anymore, he needed to be inside you. His body and urges demanded it. Freeing his cock, he climbs into the bed behind you. A groan leaves him as he rubs the thick tip through your cum soaked slit before pushing inside. He giggles when he feels you starting to stir as he fucks the tip in and out, just like his counterparts had tried to do. 

Moving the tip of the feather down between your legs, he teases your clit with it. Urogi bites his lip to stop the bout of giggles that bubbles in his chest when you try to dance away from the feel, your face scrunching up as the movement makes his dick slide even deeper into your warmth. His wings curl around you as he grabs one of your thighs in his talons. 

“Now, how would Sekido feel when he learns you’re fucking this pussy back onto my cock.” His joyful giggles ring in your ears as you open your bleary eyes. “Bet he’s all hard at that Upper Moon meeting and it's all because you can’t control this slutty body of yours.”

You open your eyes, mouth dropping open in a series of moans. You were confused at first. The voice in your ear was not as deep as Sekido’s, it was light and playful. It wasn’t until you looked down and saw the familiar yellow skin of Urogi’s claws and the light colored feather that he was using to tease your sensitive clit. “ ‘rogi...” You moaned out. “Just the ti–”

Urogi cut you off with a laugh. “That's what Aizestu told you. That we can’t feel it if it is just the tip.” He tilts his head back as he curls his talons deeper into the flesh of your thigh, the sharp tips threatening to carve into the soft skin. Urogi’s tongue slips out and licks a stripe up your neck, feeling the blood rushing under your jugular. “That’s a fucking lie. We can feel everything.”

You gasp as his fangs scrap over your pulse point, opposite to Sekido’s favorite spot to mark you up. “ ‘Rogi, please? Sekido will be so mad.” Even though you were trying to stop him, your body welcomes him deeper as his wings curl around your body – pussy squelching as it sucks in his cock with each heavy thrust. You toss your head back against his shoulder as he completely bottoms out inside.

A low moan rumbles in his chest, almost sounding like a purr in your ear. Urogi held you still on his dick, relishing in your warmth as his fangs threatened to break the skin. “You say that like I care.” The teasing giggle that left him vibrates against your back before the stinging pain of his teeth breaking skin sears through you. His greedy tongue laps up the sweet blood that flowed over it, swallowing it. Unlike Sekido, Urogi was already eager for a taste of your blood. Be it directly from the source of your pulse point or dripping down your thighs because he cut you a little too deeply on your thighs.

“You’re so sweet, my lovely little pet.” Urogi moans against your neck as his hip rut into your, heavy balls slapping against your cunt as he lifts your leg up to rest in the crevice of his elbow. His cock was already beginning to swell as his knot bullies its way into your clenching little hole. “Fuck, I missed this pussy. Gonna fill you up with so much of my cum!”

Your hands tighten in the sheets in front of you as your back arches more against Urogi, his name falling from your lips in a broken mantra. “ Uro...’ro...’rogi...’gi!” You reach behind you, wrapping your arm around his shoulders, the downy feathers of his wings tickling your fingertips. You whine when he wraps his claws around your wrist and pulls your hand away from his wings with another laugh.

Urogi knew that you were trying to make him cum so that you could have a short break from his brutal thrusting, the way his knot was rubbing against your tight walls was almost enough to make him bust. “Oh no, little slayer. You’re taking all of me today.” His snaps his hips into yours, talons breaking the supple skin of your thighs as rivers of crimson flows down them. Pinning your wrist to your front, he uses the feather to once again tease your clit, giggling when it makes you squirm and twitch. “Gonna cum? So soon? How cute.”

“Pul-please...’rogi....” You moan out, the bed creaking under the weight of his thrusts. Your head falls back against his chest as another series of lewd sounding moans leave you as your cunt squelches with each heavy snap of Urogi’s hips. Your clit pulses under the light strokes of the feather, twitching violently. “Cum-Cumming, Oh fuck m’cumming.”

“That’s my good little pet. Cum for me. Cream my cock and make it nice and wet.” He opens his mouth as his tongue slips out and curls in the air, laughing joyfully. “I bet the others are pissed that they can feel me giving you the best orgasms of your life and it's not them!” He looks down at the thick creamy rings of you slick coating the base of his cock, the sight making his knot swell until it plugs your hole and his balls draw up. “Fuck, here it comes. The first of many, many loads of my cum!”

You feel his warm seed filling your body and you let out a sigh. You would be able to get some rest now, but you failed to remember that Urogi has the shortest time his knot holds because he was able to be hard and ready again within minutes. So, you gasp when he easily pulls out and flips you onto your back, his claws pushing your legs to your chest as he rubs the swollen tip through your cum filled folds — the sticky slick sounds echoing through your ears. “Urogi...wha?”

He slides his cock back into your sticky cunt, a purr rumbling in his chest. “Did you forget my little toy?” He leans down and kisses your cheek where there was a salty trail from your tears. “I can fuck you for hours.”  He then starts a fast, hard pace – the bed groaning and creaking under the weight, support beams splintering as they threaten to break from the abuse.

“Urogi!” You scream out his name as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your poor little pussy was clinging so desperately to each thrust – thighs quivering still from your first orgasm. Tears of overstim burn at the corners of your eyes. It was all you could do to hang on and take the pounding he was giving to your tender little pussy. Your mouth drops open, tongue out and drool seeping from the corner of your lips.

Urogi leans down and licks at the trail of tears flowing down your cheeks, grinning at the fucked out face you were making. “Fucking you that good?” He giggles, wings flexing out around you two as his sharp hearing picks up on the straineed groans of the support beams of the bed, splitning more. It only encouraged him to keep going, pounding into you with fast brutal thrusts of his hips. Urogi used the feather on your clit once more. “Hehehe, go ‘head and cum for me. Let me see this pussy squirt f’me, pretty slayer.”

Your body seizes, the overstimulation becoming too much. It was too soon, you had just come not too long ago. “‘Rogi! Pul-please? I can’t” Your walls clench down on him tightly, feeling his knot swell up again, throbbing and rubbing. Your sensitive little bundle of nerves twitches violently under the light touches of the feather, pulsing until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your back arches off the bed, hips snugly pressed against Urogi’s as you let out another scream. You cum, a hot stream of liquid drenching his abs.

Snapping down, to fuck his knot fully into you, Urogi tosses his head back and laughs when the bed gave a violent shake as the mattress falls through and hit the floor. “Such a slut for my cock you broke Sekido’s bed.” He quickly and with pulling out flips onto his back, spinning you around into reverse cowgirl. “So, I’ll pump you full with another load!” His claws, wrap around your arms and he fucks up into you.

“Urogi!” You cried, head falling against his shoulder. You could feel his hot cum fill your womb again in thick splurt, but his not didn’t hold for long as he easily started to bounce you on his cock once more. That heat builds back up quickly in your lower belly and your hands ball up into tight fists. “I can’t cum anymore, ‘Gi. It hurts.” Although you knew that was a lie. If you really wanted him to stop, all you had to do was say the safe word.

He laughs before nibbing on the right side of your neck, purposely on the opposite side of Sekido to mock and annoy him. Urogi knew that his Anger counterpart had to be so fucking hard at the meeting that he was going to rush home to try to take you from him. He knew all of them had to be plotting on how they would fuck you in submission. “You got more in there for me, pet. I know you do.”

Picking you up into his arms, he flies over to the door and pushes you against it. “Come, give me one more, pretty little pet.” One of his claws wraps around your neck as the other lifts up your leg. Urogi grins as he snaps his hips into yours, bullying his dick ever deeper, the thick tip pressing against your cervix. He watches with glee as your mouth drops open, a string of drool connecting your tongue to your top lip. “That’s the fucking look. Letting me fuck you dumb like this! You’re such a slutty pet! But your my slutty pet!”

You couldn’t take it anymore as your body seized and you cum, creaming around his cock as streaks of white covered his length. “‘M just your slutty pet, Urogi!” you moan out, your blissed out face in the air. 

Urogi grins as he feels his knot swell up again, plugging your hole so that none of his cum leaks out as his balls draw up once more. His hot seed paints your insides for a third time as he looms over your back and trails kisses down your spine. “And don’t you forget it.” He had just let your leg down and pulled you away from the door, when it was opened so harshly it flew off the hinges.

“Urogi...” The other three clones hissed as their eyes glowed with unhindered lust.

Only one word came to your mind: Fuck.

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[sanemisstalker]

NSFW // KNY characters that are serial humpers. There's nothing they won't rub themselves on for just a small chance to get off.

CW: GN Reader/ Both Genitals reffered to/ specific CW will be before each character so you can peruse as you see fit.

Karaku

Object Of choice : Anything and Everything.

CW: Genital Mutilation (he gets curious, no scene), Dub-con/Non-con, Somnophilia.

-While I think all of the Clones have a bit of a problem keeping it to themselves, I think Karaku, being, you know, the pleasure clone, is most certainly a cum chaser.

-He can barely keep his hand out of his pants in public, all but physically refuses to hide his boners, and, worst of all, you can't keep underwear in one piece, on, or even around.

-This man is disgusting. The only difference between him and the others is that he's unabashed about it. You'd think the honesty would help, but it just doesn't. Not after he's torn through your last set of undergarments and now what?

-'So what? I don't wear anything- eh? What do you mean it's digusting?!'

-He's so proud about it too, it's almost disheartening.

-Is not gentle with his dick. It can just regrow, I'm sure he's done- awful things to it.

-I think that pleasure thing comes at a cost. It's a signifier of Hantengu's lack of impulse control. Karaku probably can't stop himself, even if he wants to, which he never would because lusting is his only purpose.

-Everything is made to read as innately sexual to him- doesn't matter if it's your fist or a cheese grater- He's experimental with his nerves to a self destructive degree.

-'I didn't intend to cut it off- no! I saw a photo of a man that flayed it o- Hey! It's not that bad! Just liste- It'll fix itself soon!'

-I don't know what else He'd do other than jack off, or try and convince the other clones to jack off. I don't think he has- hobbies?

-Definitely tries to hump you in your sleep. If you don't wake up to him jerking off, you're waking up to him trying to slip between your thighs.

-'I just got horny- no no- just go back t- hey, no, you're not allowed to leave? Come back! Y/N!'

Aizetsu

Object of Choice : Your thigh

CW: Severe Depression / BDSM Dynamics (Severe degradation, both self and inflicted) (Aizetsu receiving)

-What a miserable fuck, he doesn't know what to do with himself half the time, so when he gets horny he just cries and begs.

-He's a manifestation of every awful thought Hantengu ever had in that big ol' head of his. Aizetsu just drips with the most gut wrenching, vomit inducing level of self-hatred you've ever seen anytime you're intimate.

-you begin to wonder if being talked down to appeals to him more than he'd like to admit.

-He's like a dog when he asks, because, at the end of the day, he's still Hantengu, a selfish bastard who self serves. Aizetsu just doesn't have the joy receptors for it- his nerves jump at the bud for any impulse they can fufill.

-When you let him ride your thigh, because he's pathetic, and he looked so... him asking, it became his favourite thing. Ever.

-When you two are alone, he'll just beg for it out loud. He has no self respect. So much shame that he'll never conquer.

-'Please, please- Y/N- I- I'll do whatever you want me to. You're the only person I can do this with, they'll all- laugh at me- please please- I'm sorry, I know, I'm- God I'm worthless- I can't do anything in return, nothing will be good enough-'

-he's practically jerking himself off on your calve as he spews his self hate. You might as well give in.

-When you're infront of the other clones, he'll tug at the edge of whatever you're wearing. They all toss him hauty looks. They're disgusted by him, too. He likes humping your thigh more than his dignity infront of his fellow cluster, I guess.

-Maybe he's... a bit of a.... a lot of a masochist. You stare at him like he's dirt, there. He's a grown man humping your thigh- drool spilling out of his mouth.

-'I'm- I'm sorry I- oh god- please don't hate me- please don't hate me- please please-'

-'You're pathetic. You can't make me cum, but you have no problem mak- did you just cum again? Are you cumming right now? In your pants?... Are you serious?'

-You could easily have him wailing in minutes, maybe even seconds if you hit the right nerve. And the whole time he'll just be thrusting away, chasing his own pleasure against your skin because that's all he knows how to do.

-Push him off right as he's cumming and ruin his orgasm, he doesn't deserve to feel good (The abuse will just make him cum harder)

Kaigaku

Object Of Choice: You.

CW: Mention of Trad Wives

-Listen, I know we have a lot of Kaigaku haters in the crowd. I, however, see a man with a choker, and I see a potential slut. Give him his moment.

-I think Kaigaku would be a very selfish lover, obviously, but I don't think this is in natural capacity for him. I think he's like, brainwashed by societies standards of what attracts him, especially in a relationship.

-You know when you see a 'sigma' guy that's really upset his trad wife who he specifically picked out for being trad won't do anal? That's Kaigaku.

-So he's really, really upset when you won't put out.

-You see a chance, though. A chance for a life lesson.

-Kaigaku is allowed to fuck you... just not really fuck you. He's allowed to use your hand. He's allowed to use your thighs. He can rut in between your pussy lips/ up and down your shaft-

-He is not allowed in you. And it lights him up.

-'Thats a stupid rule! You think I'm not enough? Are you fucking someone else? Are you making fun of me?!' He'd probably try to insight a screaming match for a week, but you just won't give in-

-Fine. Whatever. He just won't touch you, won't talk to you- won't-

-The first time Kaigaku slides in between your thighs, he swears he sees stars. It'd been weeks... probably the longest he's ever held off on an impulse. Hadn't jerked off either, He'd been too pissed.

-Its there, in that little space between your sex and the top of your thighs, that Kaigaku finds God. At least he thinks it's god. It's got to be. He's never cum so hard in his life.

-Kaigaku becomes almost... willingly obedient. He continues to pretend he's so inconvenienced by the whole thing, but then he's sliding into your fist, and the world is just sliding away.

-I have a very specific image of standing infront of him, and him trying to angle his dick to slide in your underwear. He's really awkward, and he's struggling to stay upright because he's got to bend his knees to meet your cunt/cock- and it's just not working, but that's the only way you'd let him get off on you that day-

-It like, kind of gives me the ick thinking about him doing it, but also like- Aw? He'll literally do anything to get off now? You broke him?

-'I can't- it- it's too hard-' He'd mumble, voice sounding particularly defeated. 'I just- I want to cum-'

-'Too bad.' You'd go to walk away, and He'd jerk off on the floor, pissed as hell. He wouldn't be able to cum and that'd just make him angrier, because now he has to go beg his partner, who he's whipped for, to please let him use their pussy/dick again-

-He's like, never been this needy before, though. He's not supposed to want to chase you. He's supposed to have people throwing themselves at him- It's kind of... exciting, to be denied.

-You know, guys that whimper are really cool, but idk, I think Kaigaku's a whiner. I think he whines and groans and it's really unsightly but??? There's something so appealing about it? Like, he's so big and strong and his ego is so inflated, and he's just toppling for you?

Enmu

Object of Choice : Your pillow

CW: Enmu / Crossing of explicit sexual boundaries.

-Listen, he's not right in the head. Enmu never claimed to be right in the head, either, but he's particularly fond of cumming on your pillow. Not just humping it, cumming on it. He doesn't really know why either.

-'It just feels right, I think.' He'd reason.

-'Do you want to- cum in my hair? On my face-'

'No, I want to cum on your pillow. It's where you sleep.' Thats the only explanation you get from him. He cannot articulate anymore.

-He doesn't even think about it when he's doing it. He's just got one leg hiked up on the bed, a thumb pressing the head of his cock into the plush, and he's just thrusting- almost blind.

-He doesn't ever remember the build up to getting there, or what in his brain is satisfied by doing this, but if he doesn't do it, something... off will happen, he's sure.

-You catch him, one day. You thought he was just cumming on it- no, he's got his full weight in his pelvis, pitching his hips forward with all his might. You didn't even know Enmu could physically do such a thing.

-He's not weak, obviously. He's a demon, but you all rarely have sex where he's the one leading, so it's a bit of a shock to watch him be so... rough with the fabric.

-He's almost in a trance, it's kind of scary, until he cums, and he covers his mouth with both hands, and his hole body shakes. The fucker knows he has to keep this silent...

-Maybe you're...Maybe you're not right in the head either, because you really, really want to be that pillow.

This might have a part 2, because i think Mitsuri would be prone to this.

[gothicxreylover]

Hi!! I don't know if my request sounds weird, but can you do some slightly suggestive or fluff scenarios of the uppermoons with an extremely quiet and shy darling? Like, they love them back, but are just too shy and bashful to be in the same room with them because their darling has never really felt as much love as they give them? And maybe add in their darling had a rare human condition like Vitiligo or Heterochromia and how they demons react to it?

Sorry about uploading your request late I hope you enjoy!

Kokushibo (Upper Moon One)

Kokushibo was never one to pry, but he noticed how you always avoided him despite your affections being painfully obvious.

He could hear the way your heart raced whenever he was near, see the way your eyes darted away when he so much as glanced in your direction. But the moment he moved toward you?

You would flee.

Tonight was no different. You were sitting quietly in a dimly lit room when he entered, and the second you realized he was there, your entire body tensed like a deer caught in a trap. Your hands clenched the fabric of your sleeves as your heterochromatic eyes flickered toward him—one a deep shade, the other an ethereal, striking hue.

Kokushibo exhaled slowly, his six eyes watching your every movement. “Why do you tremble before me?”

You swallowed hard, gripping your kimono even tighter. Because you make my heart feel things I don’t know how to handle, you wanted to say. But the words wouldn’t come.

His gaze softened, and without another word, he was suddenly kneeling before you. His clawed fingers reached forward, barely grazing the edge of your sleeve.

“Do not fear me.” His voice was quieter this time, low and deep, vibrating through your very bones. “I have no intention of harming you.”

His hand shifted, cupping your cheek. His thumb traced over your vitiligo-marked skin, his expression unreadable. “Your beauty is rare,” he murmured. “Much like you yourself.”

Your breath hitched, and before you could stop yourself, you buried your face into his shoulder, too overwhelmed to even look at him.

Kokushibo let out a low, knowing chuckle. “Ah… I see.”

For once, he allowed himself to indulge, his arms slowly wrapping around you, caging you in a warmth that sent a shiver down your spine.

“You will have to grow accustomed to my presence,” he whispered against your ear. “For I have no intention of letting you go.”

Doma (Upper Moon Two)

Doma found your shyness adorable.

The way you would become so flustered in his presence, how you would stammer and look away whenever he got too close—he lived for it.

“Aw, my little darling, why do you look like a scared rabbit?” he cooed, resting his chin on his palm as he watched you from across the room.

You didn’t answer, instead curling further into yourself. Your hands were clenched into small fists on your lap, your entire body screaming nervousness.

Doma sighed dramatically before suddenly closing the distance between you in a blur.

You barely had time to react before he was leaning in, his breath ghosting over your ear. “Come now, pretty thing. How can you love me if you can’t even look at me?”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. He was too close.

Doma hummed, his fingers dancing along the patchwork of vitiligo on your skin. “This is rather charming, you know. A rare, delicate pattern… suiting for someone as special as you.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to meet his gaze.

He chuckled. “So shy~! I could just eat you up.” He paused, then grinned. “Figuratively, of course. Unless… you’d like me to be literal?”

The way you whimpered had him laughing, pulling you into a tight embrace before you could bolt.

“I was joking, my sweet,” he purred, pressing a playful kiss against your temple. “But do stay close, won’t you? I do love watching you squirm.”

Akaza (Upper Moon Three)

Akaza didn’t understand your behavior at first.

He knew you loved him. He could hear it in your heartbeat, smell it in your nervous sweat. But every time he tried to spend time with you, you would shrink away, barely able to handle his presence.

It frustrated him. Not in an angry way—no, more in a desperate way.

So tonight, when you tried to escape his company once again, he finally reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“Enough.” His voice was firm, but not unkind.

You froze, eyes wide as you dared to look up at him.

His grip was gentle, but unyielding. “Why do you run?”

You swallowed hard, your free hand trembling. “I… I just…”

Akaza’s cerulean eyes softened. With deliberate slowness, he lifted your hand and pressed it against his chest—right over where his heart should be.

“Feel that?” he murmured.

You did. Or rather, you didn’t—there was no heartbeat, just an empty, unnatural stillness.

“I don’t have a heart,” he whispered. “But when I’m with you… I swear, it feels like I do.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned into him, hiding your burning face against his chest.

Akaza stiffened for half a second before his entire body relaxed, his arms slowly wrapping around you in return.

A rare smile graced his lips. “There we go… no more running.”

Hantengu & His Clones (Upper Moon Four)

Hantengu’s clones all had vastly different ways of reacting to your overwhelming shyness. Each one had their own way of handling you, and none of them were particularly subtle about their affections.

Sekido (Anger)

Sekido had no patience for your avoidance. He wasn’t angry at you—no, he was angry at himself for not knowing how to handle you properly.

Every time he entered the room, you would flinch, avoid eye contact, or look ready to disappear into thin air. It frustrated him to no end.

One evening, he had enough.

“Stay,” he ordered, blocking the doorway before you could slip out.

You tensed. “I-I just need some fresh air…”

“Lie.” His crimson eyes narrowed. “You always run.”

You swallowed hard, gripping the edges of your kimono.

Sekido exhaled sharply, his hand suddenly grasping your chin—not roughly, but firmly enough to make you meet his gaze.

“Look at me.” His voice dropped to a near-growl. “You fear nothing. No one can harm you. Not while I exist.”

Your heart raced. The way he stared at you, as if claiming you, sent shivers down your spine.

Then, in an unexpected moment of gentleness, he brushed his thumb over your vitiligo-marked skin, his frown softening.

“You are not allowed to hide from me.”

You swore he looked almost flustered himself when you buried your face against his chest in response.

Karaku (Pleasure)

Karaku found your shyness deliciously entertaining.

“My, my~ You really are a delicate little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckled, watching as you practically shrank the moment he leaned in.

You turned away, your face burning. He was too much.

Karaku tilted his head, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. Then, without warning, he slid behind you, arms snaking around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

You gasped, squirming in embarrassment. “K-Karaku—!”

He hushed you, his breath tickling your ear. “Shhh… you’re always so nervous. Relax, won’t you?”

One of his fingers traced absentmindedly over the unique patterns on your arm, his touch featherlight. “This is cute. Just like you.”

You shivered, too overwhelmed to respond.

Karaku loved this reaction.

He hummed, pressing a teasing kiss just below your ear. “If I kiss every inch of you, will you finally stop hiding from me?”

Aizetsu (Sorrow)

Aizetsu understood your feelings. He, too, was prone to melancholy, and your bashful nature only made him more drawn to you.

“You are too sweet,” he murmured one evening, watching as you fidgeted nervously under his gaze.

You peeked up at him but quickly looked away, your face burning.

Aizetsu sighed, resting his head against his palm. “It makes my heart ache when you avoid me…”

Guilt pricked at your chest. “I-I don’t mean to,” you whispered.

He perked up at the sound of your voice. “Then why?”

You swallowed. “I… I don’t know how to handle this much affection.”

For a moment, Aizetsu was silent. Then, gently, he reached out, his fingers ghosting over your cheek. “I don’t know how to handle it either.”

Your eyes widened.

His expression softened. “But… if it’s with you, I think I’d like to try.”

For the first time, you held his gaze—and the sheer adoration in his eyes nearly stole your breath away.

Urogi (Joy)

Urogi was the most relentless when it came to your shyness.

He thrived on making you flustered, whether it was through playful teasing or sudden displays of affection.

One night, he swooped down from nowhere, grabbing you and lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

“U-Urogi!” you squeaked, gripping onto him for dear life.

He grinned, his golden eyes alight with mischief. “Ooooh? You’re holding onto me so tightly~ How bold of you, little bird!”

You tried to push away, but he only tightened his hold. “Nope! You’re staying right here.”

His talons lightly traced patterns over your exposed skin, stopping when he reached the distinct markings of your vitiligo. His expression turned curious.

“This is beautiful,” he mused, dragging his claws along the contrast.

You shuddered, overwhelmed by his touch.

Then, he licked the side of your neck playfully, his wings flaring out. “Mmm, I should keep you forever~”

Gyokko (Upper Moon Five)

Gyokko was obsessed with beauty, so the moment he laid eyes on you, he became fixated.

Your heterochromatic eyes, your vitiligo-marked skin—it was something otherworldly, something he had never seen before.

“You are art,” he had said upon first meeting you, his voice dripping with reverence.

But your unbearable shyness only made him more impatient.

“Why must you avoid me?” he huffed, watching as you tried to keep a distance. “Do you not understand how rare you are?”

You bit your lip, fingers trembling. “I… I’m just not used to this much attention.”

Gyokko clicked his tongue, displeased. “Ridiculous. You deserve to be worshiped.”

And before you could react, he suddenly caged you in with his tentacle-like arms, pulling you way too close for comfort.

His eyes gleamed. “Shall I carve your beauty into porcelain? Preserve it for all eternity?”

You squeaked in alarm, your entire body overheating. “G-Gyokko, you can admire me without turning me into a vase—!”

He chuckled darkly. “Mm… I suppose. But I’ll settle for never letting you out of my sight.”

Gyutaro & Daki (Upper Moon Six)

Gyutaro

Gyutaro had never thought of himself as someone who could deserve love.

So when he realized you loved him—despite your overwhelming shyness—he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“You really do like me, huh?” His voice was low, almost disbelieving, as he watched you fidget.

You nodded shyly, avoiding his piercing gaze.

Gyutaro scoffed. “Then why do ya always act like you’re scared of me?”

You swallowed hard. “I-I’m not scared… I just… I’ve never felt this much love before.”

His heart twisted painfully at that.

Without warning, he reached out, yanking you into his lap, arms tightening around you possessively.

“You better get used to it,” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear. “’Cause I ain’t ever letting you go.”

Daki

Daki was dramatic about your shyness.

She hated how you avoided her.

“Ugh! Why won’t you look at me?!” she whined, grabbing your face and forcing you to meet her eyes.

You immediately turned red, your heterochromatic gaze flickering everywhere except at her.

Daki huffed, her fingers tracing over your vitiligo with fascination. “You’re so weird,” she muttered.

You flinched. “I-I—”

“But I like weird,” she interrupted, smirking.

Then, with zero warning, she kissed your cheek, making you squeak in surprise.

Daki laughed. “Aw~! You’re so easy to tease.”

She rested her chin on your shoulder, her arms wrapping around you smugly. “I think I’ll keep you all to myself~”

[xxsabitoxx]

One thing Urogi won’t tell you is that his wings are really sensitive. I’m talking really sensitive, to the point he goes out of his way to make sure you don’t accidentally touch them. The thing is, you love to touch them. Much to his dismay, you’re actually obsessed with them. You found out by accident one night, while his back was turned to you. Your fingers trailed down his warm skin, gliding past the base where the large expanse of feathers protruded from his skin. The last thing you expected was his back to tense, involuntarily arching away from your touch as a soft moan slipped past his lips. Urogi is beyond flustered, whipping around to start at you with disbelief in his eyes. The same disbelief mirrored in your own gaze as you both sat in silence for a moment. “So that’s why you won’t let me touch them…” you choked back a laugh as he pursed his lips, not wanting to admit it. Urogi buried inside of you, face glistening in sweat as he chases his own release. Your sweet noises encouraging him, far too lost in you to realize your hands are moving from his neck and towards his wings. The loud cry that leaves his lips when you scratch at the base of his wings, sending a shock of pleasure straight through him. Just enough that he’s falling over the edge and spilling his release inside of you. Urogi’s head tossing back, wings flaring to their full expanse as he came.