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[glitchtricks94]

Heyy babess

How about edging Muzan for being a brat? :D

Alex, the answer is always yes. Bratty bastard, needs to be put in his place. >:) Nsfw under the banner!

"F-fuck, p-please, just let me- AH!" Muzan never understood how you were so easily able to have him under your thumb, how you could overpower him and make his knees weak, how you could simply dominate him without hesitation or effort. It was euphoric in a way, he supposed, the irony of such a thing never lost on him either. He was the king of demons, and you? A lowly human, something he should find revolting and yet he can't get enough of the erotic feelings you make bubble up in his chest. How he found himself blindfolded and tied up was beyond him now, all he remembered was telling you he could fold you in half in bed if he so wished, and now he was enduring what must've been counted as some form of hellish torture, his orgasm being ripped away from him once more. "Now, now, bunny, you know what happens when you upset me. You have to take your punishment until you say sorry like a good little pet." You chided, clicking the vibrator you were teasing Muzan with back to it's lowest setting. You enjoyed how your love panted and whined as you pressed the toy back against his aching cockhead, swirling it around the tip. "Mmmnnn- N-no- S-stop, I- Aaahhh- F-fuck-" Muzan whimpered, squirming in his binds, tears beginning to soak the blindfold he wore. You chuckled darkly as you eyed him, enjoying how he trembled under your touch. You clicked the vibbrator back to the max setting, making the man yell out in ecstasy. It would be another long while before he cracked and began to beg. "Good little bunny."

[glitchtricks94]

Here is your food, eat up

Tengen begging for your touch as he blindly grinds against your thigh, his face buried in your shoulder, he can’t release without your touch and he’s begging, the mighty sound pillar, god of festivals begging for you to do something about his painful need

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YOU HAVE JUST SPARKED AN UNHOLY THIRST IDEA OH MY GOD I COULD KISS YOU!!! MWUAH MWUAH MWUAH!!!!!💜💜💜💜 NSFW ahead~

"My love, please-" Tengen breathed as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to where your back and his chest were flush against each other. You could feel his cock throbbing against your ass, begging to be touched. "Please, please, please-" He chanted, starting to rut against you. You looked over your shoulder from the bookshelf you had previously been inspecting to look at him, a glare etching its way onto your features. Already he was trying to get off, grinding against you like a bitch in heat. You shimmied out of his embrace with a scoff. "No, I'm still busy. You're a good boy, aren't you?" You asked, Tengen letting out a whimper at your cold words. "You have permission to fix that by yourself." "But-" "No buts." You huffed, stalking off to your shared bedroom. Tengen was trailing right after you, giving you puppy eyes; he could only get relief from you, after all. Even Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru struggled to dominate him enough to get him to break, but you managed to do it so effortlessly. The others weren't even home, they were on a mission at the moment, he could only turn to you. He peered into the bedroom, seeing you curled up and rereading an old favorite of yours, your eyes sliding over the pages as a serene expression took over your features. You looked so beautiful, if only you'd help him. Tengen stepped into the room, shedding his top layers and undoing his usual ponytail before sliding under the covers and snuggling close against you. Annoyance bubbled in your chest as you absent mindedly ground his hips against you. Such a bratty man! Can't he leave you be, you were tired and simply wanted to read! An idea formed in your head for a decent punishment and you would still get to indulge in your novel. Slipping your leg between his, you made sure to shove your thigh against the bulge in Tengen's pants, making him let out a shocked gasp, which faded into a soft moan as he began to grind himself on the back of your thigh, you pretending you didn't here the series of whimpers and quiet moans in your ear as he dug his face into your shoulder. "My sweet, please..." Tengen groaned softly, pressing himself further against you, desperate tears rimming those pretty magenta eyes of his. "Please t-touch me, please, I-I'm pleading, please-" "I'm already touching you, brat. Actually, correction, you're the one touching me." You replied, flipping to the next page of your book, ignoring Tengen's whine. "B-but it's not enough, my beloved, please more, l-let me have more, I need it..." "Fine, but, since you can't seem to control yourself..." You growled, looking at him over your shoulder, eyes sharp and cruel. "You'll simply have to keep using just my thigh until you cum in your pants." "W-what?! But I-" "That's your punishment for being a brat. Now hurry up and cum for me if you want me to actually start touching you the way you want." "Y-yes, master..." Tengen whined, submitting to your will perfectly, a symphony of moans and whines filled the room, the pressure on your thigh increasing as your lover tried to chase his high as you instructed. You had to say, you were more than pleased by this outcome as he began begging as he grew close before you felt a nice wet patch on your skin. "P-please, more, m-more, only you c-can make me cum the way I-I need to, p-please make me cum, please-"

[glitchtricks94]

Bondage Blurbs: Demon Slayer Edition

Shinazugawa Sanemi, Rengoku Kyojuro x AFAB!Reader

I hath fallen back into Demon Slayer thanks to @nymphoheretic's works on the Hantengu Clones, so I feel like I should return the favor and see just what my writing muscles can do for writing characters I adore and have a love hate relationship with. Take a guess who has the pure adoration. First off, lots of flash here, this is an 18+ post. I repeat, this is an 18+ post, so, below the keep reading line is adult content. And I even added the fancy border for this because I'm not kidding. Reader discretion is advised. With all that said, kick back, relax and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks

Kyojuro adores tying his beloved flame up, wrapping them like a present for him to enjoy undoing over and over again, so one could only imagine the Flame Hashira's delight when you told him you enjoyed bondage. He swears he's not smiled so bright in ages!

Carefully weaving the red ribbon and golden ropes over your body, Kyojuro can't help the warm smile and soft praises that spilled from his lips as his fiery eyes trailed over you while his calloused hands worked away.

He gently laid the robes over your chest, squeezing your skin pleasantly, as if he imbued the material with his love for you, the ribbon's cool fabric being wrapped over your nipples and rubbing them gently, sending shivers up your spine. He trailed to rope and ribbons in such a way that held you in place in a mating press, arms firmly laced behind your back, leaving you bare to him. Kyojuro admired his handiwork, his gaze trailing over you with a pleased glimmer in his eyes. The way everything squeezed your pretty curves, your saccharine sweet smile on your flushed face, you looked like the greatest present the man has ever received in his entire life.

"You looks glorious, firefly." He cooed, leaning down to start lavishing your body with kisses. "Thank you for letting me do this to you, you have no idea how much this means to me." He added, beginning to discard his own clothes, revealing more skin to you. "Anything for you, Kyo. I like being tied up like this, I feel safe." You replied, ever so sweetly, making your beloved's chest swell with joy and adoration. "That will always, always be my goal, my love." Kyojuro replied, looking at you tenderly as he placed his hand over his heart. For as loud a man he was, you always seemed to quell even the most deafening yells that emit from his chest. He almost felt as though you would vanish if he was too loud during these intimate moments. "You always succeed, darling." You replied, letting out a satisfied hum as he pressed his lips to yours tenderly, eyes closing to taste the sweetness that always seemed to cling to his lips. Raising to his full height on his knees again, Kyojuro continued to discard his clothing, all up until you were greeted with the luscious sight of his large, muscular frame and erect cock. You couldn't stop eying him while biting your lips. He appreciated that side of you; you never were ashamed to look at him during moments like these. Leaning back over you, Kyojuro braced himself on his elbows and kissed you once more, perfectly slotting himself between your legs, which, as he had calculated, rested comfortable on his broad shoulders as he lined himself up with your dripping sex. Pulling away again, he looked down at you with a smirk, his eyes lidded. "Are you ready for me, firefly?"

Sanemi was never really one for bondage, if anything, he was more for vanilla sex, just using his body to make you lose any ability to think from how many orgasms he draws out of you. It's a bit of a pride thing, and frankly he just gets pissed, like, why would you want toys or anything like that, is he not enough? You weren't saying that when you came on his fingers this morning, so why the hell are you bringing up bondage? Despite his initial anger though, Sanemi still loves you, and will, begrudgingly, hear you out on your request to be tied up. He tilted his head and narrowed his lilac eyes before a smirk emerged across his scarred face. "Alright, but I'll be doin' what I want during it, got that?" He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Of course, 'Nemi, whatever you want." Oh dear, you are lowkey regretting that now. You gagged again as Sanemi thrusted his cock down your throat again, his hand gripping your hair tightly as he let out a growl, his teeth clenched at how great your tight mouth felt around him. Sanemi certainly fulfilled your wish of being tied up, and he even got a little artsy with it, which surprised you, really! You thought he'd just take one of his belts or one of your obis and tie up your wrist. Your eyes widened when you saw the thin, white braided ropes he had picked out. "Are you just gonna stare at them, or were you just trying to piss me off earlier?" He huffed, glaring at how you were eying the ropes as f he had just performed an act of necromancy. "No, no, not at all! I thought you were going to...actually take this seriously, you hate stuff like this..." "I'm doing this for you, okay? And if we're gonna actually go through with this shit, we're gonna do it right." Sanemi muttered, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Just like that, you remembered why you fell in love with this man all over again. With that, a kiss was shared, you stripped yourself and allowed your boyfriend to get to work. He wove a complicated diamond pattern all across your skin, making sure to squeeze your breasts with the material with some smaller patterns on the skin there, the ropes rubbing against your nipples pleasantly. He had no intention of sinking into your pussy like this though, so he ensured to tie a sizable knot right over your clit so that you still got pleasure while he yanked you around. No one could say that Sanemi didn't think of you. Well, the could, but you'd punch them in the throat as a result. You were yanked back from your thoughts by the sound of one of Sanemi's groans, a telltale sign he was about to cum. He pulled you off his cock at the last second, cutting off his own orgasm, the man looking down at you with gritted teeth and drool streaming down one side of his mouth, his pupils blown. You gazed up at him in a haze, a moan soon being ripped from you as he yanked on the binding in the center of your chest, the knot tied over your clit moving. Sanemi yanked you up and down, making bounce on your knees and stimulating you with just that rope, whines and whimpers belonging to you filling the room; music to his ears as he began to smile evilly at how your slowly unraveled under those damned ropes you begged him for. "Consider this a punishment, princess. You're gonna be cumming on this stupid rope until I decide you've earned my cock back. Let's see how long you last until you realize that I'm better than any fuckin' toy you could ever dare think of."

[glitchtricks94]

Senseless

Inguro Obanai and Giyuu Tomioka Sometimes, your love gets carried away and makes you lose all coherent thought. However, after a hard day, it's the least they can do, taking out all your thoughts and replacing them with all their love. This request was made by my dear friend, @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi, I hope you enjoy your men! Obanai my beloved Anyways, kick back, relax, mind the banner rule, and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks

Giyuu always knew if something was wrong with you. His quiet nature made him more observant, especially regarding his beloved lotus blossom. Your shoulders were sagging when you drudged through the door, a detail barely perceived before you forced yourself to perk up as you spotted your love approaching you. He noticed the saddened sparkle in your eye, the same he carried for a long time. Forcing a smile, you greeted him, a sharp pain shooting through his heart seeing you try to force yourself to put on a façade to try and hide your pain from him. He didn't want that. He wanted you to trust him to see everything, know everything. It upset him seeing you try and pull yourself away like this. "My love." Giyuu spoke, his voice as soft as a babbling brook. "I can see the sadness in your eyes. Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" You let your mask fall, looking at the ground as you shook your head. He enveloped you in a warm embrace, you melted against him, the scent of irises and freshly washed linen enveloping your senses. Giyuu always loved to soothe you like this. Giyuu was more than willing to help you forget your pain, too. You ended up confiding that you honestly just wanted to forget the world and all that happened to you that day, your beloved nodding in understanding as he took your hand and led you to the bedroom. That felt like hours ago. You were currently laying on your back with Giyuu's cock buried snuggly inside your cunt, moans being dragged out from your parted lips. Giyuu was putting his everything into his movements, your hands pinned to either side of your head by his own, fingers intertwined. He loved this feeling of intimacy, being able to stare down at your face, your body. Seeing the two of you connected in such ways made him feel like he was flying, and it always did wonders for making you focus on him and him alone.

"G-Giyuu! O-oh, fuck, Giyuu- Ah!" You cried out, squealing as the water hashira continued to plunge his cock into you, his tip pressing against your sweet spot relentlessly. "M-my lily, y-you- Shit- You feel so good...S-squeezing ne so tight, s-sucking me back in-Ah! Oh, gods I can't get enough of you..." Giyuu panted, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, a muffled groan leaving him as you came, the man above you still pressing forward, intending on fucking you until you could only feel the pleasure he gave you, feel the love he held so deeply for you. He needed you to know. Giyuu only wanted you to know of him and his cock for the night, nothing else should be in your pretty head. Not while he has you wrapped around him so deliciously. He flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you presented to him with your ass in the air, the hashira thrusting back into you, somehow reaching deeper than before, whines and cries of delight flooding from your lips. You felt your mind go blank, pleasure being all you could feel, all you could register.

Obanai considered his keen eyes and ability to read others one of his crown jewels of strengths. His protective nature tended to add an extra edge to his skill, and he often exercised it on either the newest weaklings to see if they even had potential, which to him, most do not, and on you, his beloved. You were the serpent of his heart, the thrum of a heartbeat in his very soul. You gifted him the ability to feel as if he was normal and not some monster born of tarnished flesh. He always felt so safe in your care, in your warmth, like a snake sunning itself on a stone. You were his sun, he was your moon. One can only imagine the fury he carried when he saw you arrive home with tear stains tainting your cheeks, eyes red and puffy from crying. "And just who did this to you now, my sun?" The serpent hashira asked, his voice low and dripping with pure malice. His heterochromatic eyes softened when you reached out to him, taking his wrist in your hand. Kaburamaru instantly slithered down from your lover's shoulder, moving to coil gently around your arm. It was his form of a hug. "N-no one, Obanai...I just...it's been a rough day, and I don't wanna talk about it...I'd rather just forget." You sighed softly, your lover humming for a moment, Kaburamaru taking the hint and returning to Obanai's shoulders as the raven haired man led you to your shared bedroom, making sure to place his beloved companion in his own terrarium like cage, the albino serpent swiftly getting comfortable and falling asleep. "So, just to clarify, you wanted to forget, correct?" Obanai spoke, his voice soft, and gaze softer as he looked at you. You nodded, the man before you reaching up to remove his bandages. "Are you willing to try something? I have a plan, but I need input on your end." "I trust you with my life, my moon. I'm willing to try anything you want." You replied, Obanai appearing pleased by this response. "Good. Wait for me on the futon. I recently acquired something I think you would enjoy." He ordered, you following without question as he got to his feet, disappearing from the room for a brief moment. When Obanai returned, his bandages were gone, his scars on display for you to see and a strip of silk cloth patterned with red spider lilies rested in his hands. "I thought we could try blindfolding you." He spoke softly, seemingly amused by how wide your eyes had gotten before he approached you, kneeling down before you. "Do you trust me?" You always did, you told him, your voice hushed yet filled with excitement as he carefully wrapped the silk strip over your face... Obanai's hands felt as if they were everywhere; your hips, your legs, your chest, your stomach, no inch of skin was left untouched by his delicate and calloused fingers. He relished in every soft whine and honey sweet moan you let out. It was all simply magical to him. "Yes, that's it, my sun, lose yourself in this pleasure." Obanai hummed, dragging his palm all the way down from the valley of your breasts to your pussy, which was simply dripping with your need. He knew what you wanted, and instead of making you beg, he'd give you mercy. "H-hah! Obanai!" You moaned out, feeling your lover circling his fingers over your clit, sending jolts of pleasure zipping up and down your spine. You squirmed beneath him, the serpent hashira grinning with sadistic delight at your struggles. "And how does this feel, dear serpent of my heart?" "L-like- Oh! Like- mmmnnn- L-like you're d-driving me crazy....Oh fuck, p-please don't stop, d-don't!" You whined, your lover soon sliding his middle and ring fingers down to your weeping entrance, pressing them in with ease. You felt your mind go blank from the sudden intrusion, instantly screaming as your orgasm snuck up on you when he curled his fingers inside you. "Oh, you've cum already." Obanai cooed, his eyes dancing across your flushed form. "I hope you aren't too tired, we're only just beginning."

[glitchtricks94]

did you know that gyutaro kisses your knuckles but his pointy teeth accidentally scrape you. every time it happens, he grumbles and insists on kissing it better :3 (you are stuck in an infinite loop of him kissing you better)

Reece, darling, I don't think you fully understand how much I needed this. After the last few days, I honestly feel like this is just what my poor little brain needed. I'm sorry I'm taking so long with all the other goodies you sent me. I'm making something fluffy now with this.

Gyutaro tries to be a gentleman like he's seen with the humans, trying to treat you the way he felt you should be, which was like royalty. He knew he wasn't much, or at least he felt that way, but he had given you his heart, and you gave him yours in return and he had to ensure that he cared for it with the upmost importance. He would only discard your heart if you became a threat to him and his sister. Which is why a mix of frustration and guilt bubbled away in his chest. Gyutaro had decided to try his hand at being more romantic, greeting you when you stepped out of your work room to the private area that he and Daki had made within the Kyogoku house. "Welcome back, little star." Gyutaro crooned, a lazy Cheshire smile on his features as he took your much smaller hand in his. He held it for a moment as you chirped your greetings back to your love, the Upper Moon distracted by how tiny and soft your hand felt in his. Such puny fingers slotting against his own calloused hands, filling the spaces between his own fingers in a cute and clumsy yet still perfect manner. His gaze softened further, smile smoothing at the edges as he moved his attention to your face, your eyes granting the warmth he had always craved for all his years of living. You felt like home. He couldn't stall any longer, the moment felt to perfect to waste on more pointless words. Gyutaro was never really for pretty words anyways, actions always rang louder for him. He tugged you closer by accident as he raised your hand to his lips, pressing a loving kiss to your knuckles- "Ow-!" He froze, eyes going wide as your soft yelp registered in his mind. You looked slightly pained, yet didn't shove him away. The demon frowned as his eyes flicked to your hand, the sight of little dots of blood greeting him. "M'sorry, little star, didn't mean to hurt ya." He grumbled, instinctively pressing more kisses to the wound. He had told you he liked when you kissed where his wounds were whenever he got hurt, despite the regeneration, and he wanted to return the favor to you. You always did say he gave you the best kisses of your life. Gyutaro unwittingly added more damage to your skin, trying to kiss the pain away but only making you whimper. He pulled away with a growl, to which you sprung into action, seeing his frustration coming to a boil. "Gyu, sweetie, it's okay." You cooed, his attention flicking to you instantly. "Why don't we go bandage up my hand, yeah? You can help me with that, right?" Gyutaro nodded, but refused to let your hand go, deciding to skip the bandaging and simply utilize his abilities. Slowly sliding his thumb over your now marred, petal soft skin, the injuries faded, amazing you.

He felt disappointed at his failed attempt, something you noticed immediately. Running your free hand down his arm, you trailed your touch to his other hand, the Upper Moon eying you curiously. Taking his hefty hand in yours, you brought it to your own lips, planting one of your infamously tender kisses to his cold skin. His heart leapt to his throat, face heating up at your gesture. He felt a tinge of jealousy in himself too, wishing he could be as smooth with his idea of romance as you were, and yet, you always managed to reduce such thoughts to dust. "I love you Gyutaro, and it was really sweet of you to kiss my hand." You spoke softly, looking up at him like he had hung the moon and stars. In your opinion, who didn't need them since you consider him to be your night sky. "You're always so sweet and romantic, constantly trying to look out for me and make sure I'm happy. I love you for that." Gyutaro felt himself melting under your honeyed words, his soft smile and loving gaze returning to his sharp features as he leaned further into your space. "I love you too, little star. You always know just what to say to me, what I need to hear, not what I want to, what I expect to. You truly are a star from the sky, love." He crooned, making your own smile widen as you stood on your toes to press a love infused kiss to his chapped lips, the gesture being returned instantly. This time, he made sure to really watch his teeth.

[glitchtricks94]

Demon Slayer Drabbles: Giyuu Tomioka Thirst

So the thirst wouldn't send through the ask box- I just decided to straight up make this a post because I'm proud and damn it, I refuse to pussy out and shorten it or spread it out over two anons! This is NSFW with a soft dom-esche Giyuu, so please, mind the cut and the divider. This was a gift for @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi, a lovely person I really look up to in the community. So, without further ado, kick back, relax and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks

Giyuu's head was filled with fog, the sound of your moans filling his ears like a symphony, his own low groans and soft whines slipping from his lips as he thrusted in and out of you, the scent of sweat and sex swirling all around the room you were both given at the Wisteria House. You had both known each other for ages, romantic and sexual tension always lingering between the two of you, and after this last mission, everything finally bubbled over and you two had practically pounced on one another in the forest. Giyuu ended up acting out of pure relief when he first pulled you into that initial kiss. You were nearly shredded by the demon you were both sent to dispose of, and Giyuu, being the good man and smitten fool he was, instantly lost it internally and made quick work of the demon, a quiet rage bubbling in his chest. Afterwards, while you were trying to thank him, he crashed his lips into yours, tossing his katana aside and squeezing you tightly, pulling you close enough to where you were flush against him. One kiss turned into two, then three, and then you were both grinding on each other through your clothes as you collapsed to the ground beneath you, tongues dueling for dominance, Giyuu soon being declared the winner. He pulled away, telling you that you both should go get fixed up, much to your dismay. You couldn't remember your complaints now, however, not while Giyuu was pounding into you as if his life depended on it. To him, it sure felt like it. Months of his longing were pressed into each thrust, everything he's been feeling towards you being poured into every kiss, every single heart stuttering moment that he ever had with you bursting to the forefront of his mind alongside the memories of all the nights he spent alone, having gotten off on imaginary scenarios that could never compare to the real thing. Giyuu couldn't help but give his everything to you with every plunge of his cock into your wet cunt. "F-fuck...you feel...feel so incredible..." Giyuu panted, sapphire eyes staring down at your fucked out expression, his face painted a warm red hue as he braced his body on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you. You looked up through tear stained lashes into Giyuu's eyes, pleasure wracking your body deliciously, your lip swollen from a mix of bruising kisses and you biting it to suppress your moans. "Y-you're so b-beautifuulll...oh gods..." He moaned out, seeing how you looked up at him, love, lust and pure bliss being reflected in your glassy eyes. "G-giyuuuuu..." You whined out, wrapping your legs around his waist and leaned up to catch his lips in a feverish kiss, the raven haired man instantly returning the gesture before parting and pressing you back into the futon. "G-Giyuu, more, more....please, please...!" You whimpered, the coil in your stomach threatening to snap again. "I-I've got you, my lily, I-I've got you...Let me handle it, l-let me-Fuck...Y-you got tiiiighter..." Giyuu responded, tipping his head back for a moment as you clenched down on his dick, pleasure shooting through him as he bucked into you harder. "Y-you're close, c'mon, baby, cum for me, please, I-I know you can do it. Cum on my cock, my love, I-I know you- Ah!"

You had let out a cry that Giyuu swiftly muffled by clamping a hand over your mouth, a strained groan leaving him as he continued thrusting, causing you to whine from overstimulation. "G-Giyuu, 's'too muuuucchhh!" You whined out again, Giyuu pressing a kiss to your lips, soft pants leaving his own as he grew closer to his own climax. "J-just a little more, my lily, I-I'm almost there, p-please hold on a little longer- Mmm!" Giyuu couldn't stop himself from thrusting wildly in and out of you, his eyes rolling back as he moaned out a little louder. "Oh fuck, fuck- I-I...I love you...." He whined out, pinning your hands on either side of your head and twining your fingers, the man above you still moaning out soft 'I love you's with each thrust of his cock, crying out when he felt you tighten as a second orgasm wracked your smaller frame, both of you silencing yourselves with a kiss while riding your highs. You both pulled away with a string of saliva connecting you both. Everyone applauded when you both came back, hands intertwined. Giyuu was embarrassed and so were you.

[glitchtricks94]

Imagine brushing gyutaro's bangs back and kissing his hidden forehead spots...

-gyu scholar

Want to see what a melting demon looks like? Kiss the hidden spots on Gyutaro's face. He loves it. Enjoy the little scenario you conjured, sweetpea~

Gyutaro waited patiently in your room in the Kyogoku house, the same brothel that took in Daki, or the Warabiheme as the other residents called her. He separated from his sister for the night, having missed holding you and being held in your arms. You were always so gentle with him, so sweet and warm, always looking at him like he had hung the moon and stars. Just the thought made him feel warm inside. The upper moon perked up hearing you enter the room, your yukata hanging loosely on your body. He gave you one of his lazy grins when your eyes met, your own smile gracing your beautiful features as you approached him after shutting the shoji door. "Gyu-chan, to what do I owe the pleasure?" You asked coyly, Gyutaro growing bashful under your gaze, wanting to hide the vulnerability you always managed to pull forth from him. "Just figured I'd check on my human." He spoke, voice raspy as normal averting his gaze for just a moment. He looked back to your face, a knowing look in your eyes. "Well, as you can see, I'm fine. But you already knew that, so tell me..." You spoke, moving to stand in front of his crouched form, cupping his cheeks in your petal soft hands. "Why must you always lie when you visit on your own?" "Fine, fine...I guess I...missed you." Gyutaro muttered, frowning as he instinctively reached up and dug his blackened nails into his neck and chest. You always elicited such contradictory reactions from him, the stress and comfort always blending into a strange cocktail in the pit of his stomach. "Sweetheart," You cooed. "You know that if you want some loving you just have to ask." Gyutaro just huffed at those words, earning one of your melodic laughs of adoration. Your hands began shifting over his face, lips descending to plant featherlight kisses across his sharp, marred features you seemed to love on him. He never fully understood what you saw in him, but he'll take whatever you give him. It's not like he didn't lap every bit of it up like a thirsty dog. Fingers wound through his matted locks, lovingly scratching Gyutaro's scalp. A sigh escaped his frame as he relaxed under your touch, his eyes sliding shut to properly enjoy all that you were giving him. Your lips reached all over the blackened marks that covered his face, the hand that was cupping his cheek soon moving to brush back his bangs. You kissed all that you could, each mark getting lavished with your love, Gyutaro falling deeper and deeper into your spell. A dopey smile adored his features when you pulled away, eyes hazy with adoration. You couldn't help but coo honeyed praise to him before you captured his lips and sealed his fate for that night.

[glitchtricks94]

Lifetime

Giyuu Tomioka x Reader

I saw a gif and saw the light. I adore this man with all my heart now. He's precious and I wanna squeeze him until he pops. @kakushino has the right idea about him. And she also gave me the title. I love her so much, she's the best to scream about anime men with she feeds my brain so sweetly I love you sm pookie bear 🥹

"A person's smile lasts their lifetime," your grandfather uttered before passing away, taking his own warm smile to the grave. Years have trailed by and you carried his words deep in your heart, noticing everyone who smiled at you and how different each of them looked when they curled their lips upwards in a bright grin, you even run into a few a couple of times during your service with the demon slayer corps that they even wore varying smirks and smiles as well upon encountering you once more some beamed at you, thanking you for your aid, others leering from the sides and waving with soft grins in recognitions, and others outright sneering at you because you caused some property damage in your efforts to save them. There were so many you never noticed until your grandfather's passing. You grew a fascination with one man however, one who was always so gloomy, his gaze often cast forward as if he's looking through things instead of at them, his face sullen and lips always pressed tightly together. He drew you in with the strangely tranquil energy he radiated, adding a bit of peace amongst the chaos you were used to. Giyuu Tomioka. He was like a breath of fresh air. You often wondered how he looked when he actually smiled, so you made it your personal goal to see the sight. _________________ It took time, but you eventually caught a glimpse of Tomioka's smile, a tired grin really, but it radiated a soft contented feeling as he looked over the steaming plate of salmon with daikon the restaurant served him. You felt lucky being able to share such a moment as you ate your cold soba. Your eyes met and you swore yours were practically filled with stars as you looked at each other. __________________ The second time you noticed his smile, it was a touch brighter, almost prideful as he looked at your own joyful face. You had both managed to grow closer to each other over the months of training and spending any scraps of free time you both managed to get. You were both simply relaxing under one of the many wisteria trees planted around Tomioka's estate when he stood up and walked away without a word, leaving you confused. You both had developed a strange friendship where he was able to break away whenever he felt the need to. You assumed it was simply another such circumstance until he returned moments later, a small box in his hands. "You said that today was your birthday," he spoke, holding the box out for you to take, sitting back down beside you when you accepted it. "I got you a gift. I hope that it isn't too much to ask you to open it now." "Of course not," you replied, eagerly opening the box and finding a small, ornate hairpin of a crane inside, the craftsmanship being highly apparent with a simple glance. You lit up with happiness. "Tomioka-san, this is beautiful! I love it!" Tomioka smiled softly seeing you so happy, those stars in your eyes like they were when you both shared a meal together for the first time. He felt pride well up in his chest at your joy and he was more than happy to help place the hairpin in your hair. __________________ You never took the pin out of your hair, and it was always rare to see you without it somewhere on your person, the crane soon becoming your own sort of symbol. You were always eager to show it off to any and all that would ask. Nearly a year later it was held in pristine condition due to your diligent care, and your dearest friend Giyuu always seemed to get a flash of pride in his eyes whenever he spotted it gleaming in the light. You were waiting for him underneath the tree you both held so many fond memories under, spending your free time beneath the soft purple petals that swayed in the breezes that would blow by, spreading their soothing scent all around the two of you. You never could stop the happy grin and welcoming wave of your hand above your head when you spotted him approaching you. He almost never failed to wave back to you after you both grew close.

"Giyuu-san, it's great to see you again!" You chirped, flashing Giyuu one of your brighter smiles that he swore you only saved for him, despite seeing how close you were to both Kanroji and Rengoku. He never saw you light up the same way you do around him, which led him to assume that perhaps you may hold the same affections in your heart that he carries for you. "I could say the same for you, my friend," he spoke, finding that his voice betrayed him as he couldn't hide the disappointment in his tone. He felt his heart twist seeing your joy shift quickly to concern. He had hoped that you wouldn't pick up on such a small detail, but you wouldn't have survived this long in the corps if you hadn't had such attention to details. "Are you well? You sound a bit...out of sorts." "I suppose you could phrase it as such." You raised a brow at the strange phrasing, cocking your head to the side in silent question. Giyuu sighed, looking to the crane that sat so beautifully in your hair, adoration dancing in his eyes briefly before he shifted his attention back to your inquisitive gaze. "Is it alright if I asked you for something?" "Always. You know you can ask me for anything, Giyuu," you replied, voice earnest and laced openly with your concern. "I...would like to know if you would let me have your heart," Giyuu spoke, watching with a twist in his stomach at your widening eyes. "You already have mine, so I...if you'll have me..." "I was already yours." "Pardon?" "I was already yours, Giyuu. Of course I'll have you, you already have me," you elaborated, watching as a bright smile if sheer relief and affection overtook his features, leaving you moonstruck. You've never seen such a smile worn by him before, and you could still feel it as you both leaned in for a kiss, him smiling through the act of affections as one of his hands cupped your cheek. __________________

You could've sworn magic was in the air the day Giyuu asked you to be his bride, tears filling your eyes as you hugged him tightly, sobbing out cries of "yes!" repeatedly. Giyuu himself teared up and smiled like the sun as he hugged you back, pledging to himself that he would lay down his life to protect and cherish you. The day of the wedding felt like a fairytale, you could hardly stop looking at each other or exchanging kisses, Giyuu's utter joy written across his features with a beaming smile filled with blissful glee. You mirrored such an expression through the whole day into the nights to come, calling to him as "husband", a title that never failed to make him crack a grin made for you and you alone. You saw every morning when you both woke, every night before you slept, and you memorized every detail of him, as he did of you, weaving yourselves a pathway of love and utter devotion that the stars and moon's collapse could never break. Your bound to each other for life, your souls entwining forever as they did so long ago when he gifted the most beautiful present one could ever have asked for. __________________ Your ears were ringing, faint cries of various slayers were echoing all around you, some pained, some fearful, all feeling like they were a thousand miles away. Your vision was blurred, all you could clearly make out was your broken sword in front of you and the blood that stained the fractured blade alongside the crane that you wore so proudly, now having a broken wing and bill. You struggled to breathe. You heard a cry of your name, the voice cutting through the calamity and cacophony that muffled your ears; your husband's voice. Giyuu's voice. The cry of your name was visceral, full of worry and pain. It made your heart ache as you tried to call back to him, let him know that you were alive, that you were breathing, but all that came forth was a croak of the first syllable before you coughed violently, the taste of iron filling your mouth and tainting your taste buds before your world went dark. It felt like eternity before you finally awoke. Countless hours in a dreamless void, a pit forming deep in your gut before your eyes flew open, being greeted by an all too familiar ceiling, pain and aching shooting throughout your limbs and chest. You let out a gravelly groan from the back of your dry throat, pinpricks of pain prickling at the back of it. A soft gasp could be heard to your left, along with the feeling of warm droplets striking your hand. "My love...You're finally...you're awake, you're back..." The voice uttered, emotion dripping from the soft tone. It instantly struck your heart as you quickly identify it as your husband. You turned to look at him, his short raven locks framing tear filled eyes and shaky smile of relief. "I always will come back for you..." You croaked out, your own eyes filling with tears.

"I was so worried I'd never get to hear your voice again," Giyuu breathed before leaning down and gently hugging you with one arm. You gasped in horror. "G-Giyuu...! Your arm-" "A small sacrifice in the end. I would rather lose my arm than lose you." Giyuu gave you another smile, this one tired but filled with so many emotions; relief, pain, comfort, regret, joy, all of these cycling through those gorgeous ocean blue eyes that never failed to captivate you. __________________ Years have passed since the final battle, and you and Giyuu have settled into a nice routine on your shared estate. He's grown more sickly over time, but you never minded, choosing to savor your time with your beloved. It was normal to watch the sunsets in your garden after dinner, fingers laced together like puzzle pieces as you looked out over the landscape, both of you filled with a gentle happiness for your time spent eradicating demons and treasuring each other's hearts. It's these evenings you reflect upon your life while exchanging glances with your beloved husband, a whisper of a smile on his lips whenever your eyes meet. You reflect upon your grandfather's dying words often in these moments, your eyes tracing over Giyuu's soft and tired features, your memories of when he first smiled in your presence and leading you down the trails to all the others, the many grins he's worn over time while with you, causing your own lips to curl upwards in fondness. Giyuu himself finds that he recounts the old words you shared with him in the past, catching onto the tiny details in the contours of your face, eyes trailing over all of you and stopping on the damaged hairpin you refused to ever dispose of, recalling the day he truly found himself falling in love with you being the same as when he gifted you the hairpin. He remembers each bright show of joy that ever crossed your features, the constant warmth you offered him despite his awkward chill. You were remarkable and never truly left his mind when he fell in love, and you felt the same regarding him as you've told each other during late night talks in bed, both adoring just how much you loved one another. All of it felt almost as simple as breathing.

"A person's smile can last a lifetime," you uttered softly, looking at your husband with all the affection and adoration you could muster. Giyuu looked at you like you were the one to hang the sun in the sky for him, which, to him, you were. "Indeed, my love," he replied, removing his hand from yours to cup your cheek. "I feel lucky to have yours for the rest of my life." "As am I, my dear," you uttered, the pair of you getting lost in each other under the warm glow of the setting sun.

Thank you to all my beta readers from the @pixelcafe-network for your help and feedback on this, it means the world to me!

[glitchtricks94]

No Title

Giyuu Tomioka x Reader

I had a song in my head. Then this happened. The song is not exactly happy either, so forgive the random soft angst. And lack of beta reading. Also I can't think of a title so hence the fic name. Enjoy the short drabble! -Glitchtricks

"Don't go yet." The words Giyuu uttered to himself as he watched you leave him in the airport repeated in his mind like a broken record. He never had the will to try and push past that moment, to push past losing his chance. Giyuu could never push past losing you. The years rolling past since you flew away had all bled together. He went through the motions, moving forward without the original passion he had in his life, finding himself the gym teacher at his old high school. He supposed that he could be on a worse path in life, yet everything would still feel more vibrant next you. You still kept in touch, yet everything felt far too distant, your time in America having shaped you into a whole new person. You and Giyuu could barely find anything to speak about anymore in your conversation outside of the usual pleasantries. Heart wrenching to him, really. Each night he swore you stabbing him in the chest would hurt less than this song and dance you both seemed so insistent on performing. "Good morning." "It's 4 PM, Giyuu." Giyuu stared at his phone in his hand. Each time that happened he could only pick out that you still remembered to use his first name. "I suppose that's something." He'd mumble to himself as he got up and prepared for the day.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you again, not after being apart for so long. You still looked as radiant as the day you left. Giyuu froze as he was walking past the art room, catching you speaking with Tengen cheerfully. His eyes were glued to your figure, your bright smile that always lit up his entire world, adding color to every dull hue that surrounded him. It felt like he was breathing again when he suddenly found you latched onto him in a hug. When did you even see him? "Giyuu, it's been forever!" You cheered, your familiar voice acting as an anchor. Shakily raising his arms, Giyuu returned your excited affection, his mind still wriggling out of the disbelief that had him in a vice. "When...When did you-" "You know Tomokia?" Tengen asked, stealing your attention from Giyuu. "Yeah, we were best friends before I left for America!" You chirped. "He was nothing but supportive of chasing my dreams." Tengen hummed in surprise at your response. "Oddly flashy for a guy like him." "He was always full of surprises when we were younger." Giyuu cleared his throat, drawing attention back to himself. "When did you get back?" "Just the other day. I thought I messaged you about it." That explained it. Giyuu had recently tried to force himself to push forward, having changed his number last week to hopefully get the ball rolling in giving up the ghost that had to be his deep seeded infatuation with you. Leave it to him to reconnect so soon after. It always did feel like the universe was laughing at him in some twisted manner. "I changed my number the other day." Giyuu murmured, looking away from you in shame. "We never exchanged much other than small talk. I figured you had decided to stay in America and didn't want to come back home." "Giyuu, I told you I was studying abroad for my art degree." You spoke, making him flinch at the clear displeasure in your tone. "I know, I know." He sighed, looking back at you with desperate eyes. "Could we discuss this somewhere more private?" "Don't stop on my account." Tengen laughed, earning a set of glares from both you and Giyuu. "Fine." You huffed, shaking your head. "I still don't get why you thought I'd never come home, though." Giyuu felt his heart stutter as you continued speaking to him as you walked out of the room. "I could never leave you forever." You still said that? After nearly half a decade? He swore he could faint. Giyuu didn't realize his feet began to move to trail after you, trying to soak of more of your sorely missed presence. "You still mean that?" "What?" "That you won't leave me forever?" You stopped, looking over your shoulder at him. For a moment, it felt like the days following graduation again. Giyuu couldn't tell if he was having a flashback, everything around him blurred except for you and your honey sweet smile. "Of course I mean it." "Don't go yet..." He whispered, earning a confused look from you. "Giyuu?" You called, panic sweeping over you as tears brimmed Giyuu's eyes. "Please...Please don't go yet..." He whimpered, stepping closer as you turned to face him fully. "Please don't leave me..." He sniffled, pulling you into a tight hug, desperation rolling off him in waves. "Oh, Giyuu..." You sighed, hugging him back as you pet his head in the, thankfully, empty hallways. "Of course I won't leave you." "You did once..." "And I came back." "Why? I thought you were happy in America, away from me, pursuing your dreams." Giyuu sobbed, his grip on you tightening once again. "My dreams were always rooted here, with you. I just had to go somewhere else to truly start reaching for them." You explained softly, your mind filling with old feelings you thought you had shed in your third year of high school. "I always wanted to work beside you in some way." "Does...this mean you won't leave again?" "I could never leave you. Not forever."

"Thank you...Th-thank you so much..." Giyuu bawled, finally relaxing as the dam that held all his emotions and feeling for you, the very dam he tried so hard to build over the years in your absence, finally broke, drowning him in the ensuing flood. "I missed you for so long..." "I missed you, too." "Do you want to catch up over tea?" "Why not over dinner? Lasts longer." "Yeah..." Giyuu breathed, stepping out of your embrace and wiping his eyes with his sleeve, a small, tired smile painting his features. "We can get your favorite and eat while watching a movie. Just like we used to." "That sounds perfect." "After school's out then?" "Absolutely." You replied, flashing Giyuu a signature grin. He missed that terribly. He nodded. "See you later."

[glitchtricks94]

Demon Slayer Drabbles!: Upper Moons 5 and 6 with a Darling That Draws Them!

I KNOW I HAVE A SMUT IN THE WORKS BUT Y'ALL ARE GONNA BE ON HOLD. I got this idea while talking with @vampcubus, lovely person btw, love them lots, so here we are. Also Gyutaro brainrot is real. We got two men, just finished writing them, gonna post and pass out, please enjoy the fluff. Read beneath the cut, because it's late and my usual style is escaping me at the moment. Anyways, with that out of the way, kick back, relax and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks

Gyutaro

He doesn't understand why you were stealing so many glances at him while scribbling in that blank book he stole for you to use, the scratching of the pencil lead against the paper filling the room, drawing Gyutaro from his meditation to focus on your tinier frame. Amber eyes lock with yours and Gyutaro raises a brow seeing you blush brightly and shyly look back at what you're working on, the scraping sounds intensifying in the silence of the demon's den. He got to his feet, dragging himself to your side. You were awfully weird for a human, a lot unlike the traditional artists of the land, you worked more with lead and that book rather than paint. It was odd, but Gyutaro figured he wasn't in any position to judge, you did decide to be his after all. "Oi, what're you doin', human, eh?" The demon croaked out, trying to look over your shoulder to see just what you were scribbling, his carved eyes catching sight of what looked to be a tuft of hair before you yanked the book to your chest. "Hey, let me see that!" The demon growled. "I-It's embarrassing!" You whined, Gyutaro rolling his eyes at you. "Aren't we partners or lovers or somethin'? The fuck you hidin' that's so bad? Can't be worse than me." "Don't talk about yourself like that." "Just gimme the damn book." Gyutaro growled, snatching you sketchbook from you as you let out a yelp. The upper moon didn't care much for your protests as he started flicking through the pages, flowers, people, and buildings of all sorts filling the pages, until he noticed a pattern emerging, little sketches of himself beginning to appear in the buildings; imagery of his hunts with Daki, him grinning maniacally while clutching his flesh laden kama in his hands, and then full pages of just him making various expressions, the most frequent being of him smiling, little hearts doodled next to the carefully made portraits of him. Gyutaro was quick to fall silent, his heart clenching in his chest as he shoved the book back into your hands, not wanting to believe what he just saw. You meekly looked up at him, face dusted red. "Uhm...I-" "Why am I in there?" "Wha-" "You heard me." Gyutaro growled, baring his teeth threateningly. "Why the fuck am I in there?!" "Because I like to draw you..." You murmured, feeling disappointment bubble in your chest. "You look so incredible, and unique, a-and since we love each other I thought you would mind?" "I-I don't- I just- I can't- Ugh, fuckin' damn it..." Gyutaro let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging more than normal. "Do...do you want me to pose or some shit...?" You perked up, looking at your beloved with those sparkling eyes that never failed to make his heart pound. "Would you mind...?" You asked hopefully, you demonic darling shaking his head no and getting to his feet. "Just tell me what to do, 'kay?" Fuck, you loved this man.

Gyokko

Gyokko adored that you were like him, an artist, a visionary, and all while being a sublime beauty in and of yourself; a muse of unprecedented measures! And oh, how cutely you scrawl away in that little sketchbook he had gifted you, Gyokko practically buzzed in delight. You were perched in the center of his coiled, serpentine tail, his smooth fish like scales scraping your skin comfortingly as you worked away at another portrait of your eccentric lover. Gyokko adored watching you sketch, especially depictions of him, the demon letting out excited chitters seeing your beautiful pencilwork. He'd model for you, pose, be the muse you adored so much. He'd also offer surprisingly excellent critiques for you to use and incorporate into your work. He expected the same from you, of course! He was an artist as well, and since you were one like him, he held you opinions far higher than anyone else's. That took a little getting used to for you, as his...art was often rather grotesque and stomach churning, the screams of his victims nor the fact that they seemed stitched together helped the matter. You powered through though, making Gyokko the happiest demon alive with your praises and suggestions, always making use of them for inspiration. "Oh, my muse, you captured me so well in this!" Gyokko cooed to you, a blush creeping up to your cheeks seeing how pleased your beloved was. "Ah, I'm glad you think so, I've been trying to practice with more lighting techniques." You replied softly, the lead of your pencil scraping soothingly against the rough paper, Gyokko's hand soon enveloping your own to guide you. "Care to let me help, my sweet muse?" He asked softly, grinning wide when you nodded. Gyokko was always eager to indulge in his craft, and always hungry to indulge in yours. Fuckin' hell I can't quite characterize I need to watch Swordsmith Village.

[glitchtricks94]

Fixation Alt. Fic

Another day, another thirst. A big thank you to @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi, she gave me the prompt for my favorite emotional support bastard, Gyutaro! This turned into a fic because I cannot control myself around this man. I am overjoyed that Desi picked him for me to write about this lovely day! Also, yes, I am aware I'm a little mean, but trust me, it'll all come together in Fixation. He'll get happiness. Anyways, mind the cut, kick back, relax and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks

He could hardly believe his eyes, this simply couldn't be real, none of it. It was too good to be true. Yet, with the touch of your petal soft skin brushing his marred cheek, Gyutaro was brought back to Earth from his self loathing, focusing on your gem like eyes staring up at him with so much trust, so much adoration, so much love. All for him. "Are you okay, 'Taro?" You asked, voice barely above a whisper. The sound was like being struck by lightning for him, the nickname you gifted him making his heart throb. He leaned into your touch, nodding. "Yeah, just...I don't know..." He breathed, looking away for a moment. You were beautiful, so, so beautiful. He can't lie, and he would reluctantly admit that he has technically seen you naked before during your shifts in the Ogimoto house, having to let those greasy bastards touch you and use your body, but this was different. You never gave them such soft, genuine expressions. You never spoke to them with such a sweet tone. You never truly immersed yourself into them, not like now. All for him. You were looking solely at him, laid bare with your thin white sleeping yukata hanging off your shoulders, framing your curves for kanji inscribed eyes to devour, Gyutaro feeling almost like he couldn't breathe. Not like before though, never like before. You just managed to empty his head with how glorious you were. "Overwhelmed?" "Yeah...I...I think that's what I'm feeling, little star." Gyutaro spoke, his gaze meeting yours again. "You know, I don't mind waiting, we don't-" "No!" He yelled, making you blink and look at him in shock. His cheeks blazed with a soft red hue as he cleared his throat, cupping his large, calloused hand over your own on his cheek. "I...I really want this. Do you?" "More than anything, Gyutaro." You replied, relaxing again as you moved to wrap your other arm around his neck, coaxing him to lean further over your naked form and lock lips in a kiss. He took the hint and swiftly locked his lips with yours. Gyutaro's kisses always felt like a perfect mix of soft and feral, his gentleness towards you being evident but his unhinged need for you always being conveyed. He always pressed a bit too hard, but never went too far either. You swore his kisses were little slices of heaven with how much passion he tried to pour into them. You both eventually parted for air, soft panting leaving your mouths as a string of saliva connected you. "An ugly bastard like me doesn't deserve a goddess like you..." He breathed. "This goddess looks at you and sees the most beautiful man in the world though." You replied, gifting him another loving smile that made him melt for you all over again. "And I know I want no one else." "Fuck, little star, you're too good for me..." He sighed, leaning down and lazy kissing you, finally running his fingers over your skin, goosebumps forming in their wake as you felt Gyutaro begin swiping his tongue over your lip, begging for entrance. Being the lovesick fool you were, you allowed him. The taste of iron filled your mouth, but you didn't mind as you twined your own tongue around his, moans leaving the two of you. Gyutaro was enjoying the entire situation that had unfolded before him, his wildest dreams coming true as he groped your hips and sides while kissing you, his hands soon gliding up to your chest and coming to rest on your breasts. He wasn't stupid, he had at least an inkling of an idea of what to do when he wasn't hiding away with Daki, and he had seen a few skilled men touch other women. He decided to simply experiment and let you guide him to what you liked before he'd fully take over, that way he could ensure that you had a good time as well. He loved you too much to simply cater to just himself, despite his usual thought process.

Although, nothing was quite as usual as it was before you arrived. No matter.

Carefully, Gyutaro began kneading your breasts, squeezing and fondling them under his roughened palms, the sensations making you sigh into his mouth. Good, that was a good sound. The Upper Moon dug into the farthest corners of his mind to figure out what to do next, his grip soon shifting to roll his thumbs over your perked nipples, circling the buds clumsily. The sensations sent electricity up your spine, making you shiver and release a soft whine into Gyutaro's mouth. The sound made Gyutaro's greed flare up. He wanted more of those sounds. "You good?" He asked softly as he pulled away from the kiss, taking in your flushed features, noting your slightly glazed eyes. A smug smirk formed on his face knowing that he was the one that did that to you. "Y-Yeah...K-keep d-doing that...feels good..." You breathed, another whine leaving your throat as you closed your eyes. Gyutaro hummed, dipping his head lower to nip at the junction between your neck and shoulder, enjoying the breathy moans and whimpers that left before he left a nice, purple bruise on your pristine skin. He liked that on you, liked you wearing his claim. He didn't hesitate to make more, drinking up your moans and cries for him, soon reaching your breasts and lavishing them in attention. Gyutaro hummed as he circled your areola with the tip of his tongue before he gently bit at it, ripping a squeal from you. If he wasn't hard before, he certainly was now." You sound good, little star. Real good." He purred softly. "Gyutaro...please..." You whined, Gyutaro grinning and tilting his head.

"Please what, little star?"

"M-more...touch me more..." You whimpered out, grabbing one of the demon's hands and moving it to cup your mound. Gyutaro looked down to eye what you were doing, his cock twitching in his loose baggy pants. He ran his fingers through your folds, an expression of surprise appearing on his features.

"You're...you're so wet." He spoke, pulling his fingers away and bringing them to his face, his amber eyes scanning the slick that covered his digits. You were looking up at him with a blush on your face, and locking eyes with you, Gyutaro shamelessly lapped off the clear substance, relishing in how your eyes widened and your blush deepened, a groan rolling in his chest at your taste. "Fuckin'...you're delicious. Need to eat you out later."

"T-Taro, stop teasing, I-I need you, please..." You cried, looking up at your love with pleading eyes, a chuckle leaving him. "Look at you, so pathetic and cute, all for me." He hummed, starting to toss away the bits of fabric that hung on his neck and arms before sticking his thumbs in his pants, you watching on eagerly. "You really want me?" "Yes...Yes, please, Gyutaro, I want you so badly, please!" You begged, clasping your hands together. Gyutaro laughed at you as he pulled down his pants enough to let his cock spring free. Your eyes widened as you laid eyes on it for the first time; it was large, and somewhat thin, girthiest towards the middle of his length before thinning out at the base, black splotches decorating it like the other parts of his skin, the tip flushed slightly and absolutely oozing precum that trailed down his shaft. Was it going to fit? "Something wrong?" He asked, his face holding an annoyed frown, the Upper Moon being fully prepared for you to finally toss him away and call him filthy and disgusting. He watched you gulp and trail your eyes up his form to his face, eyes meeting his own. "N-no...y-you're just...really big." You stammered, Gyutaro blinking in shock. You weren't insulting him? "Still want me?" "Yeah, just...p-please be gentle." "Don't know if I can fully promise that, little star. Never did this before." "I...Can I just l-let you know what to do? O-or when to slow down?" "Yeah. I'd like that, actually." Gyutaro sighed, looking at you tenderly, leaning forward again and cupping your cheek. "I don't want to hurt you." "I know." You replied, placing your hand over his and leaning up to coax him into what felt like the millionth kiss that night, Gyutaro humming in satisfaction when your lips met his tenderly. When he pulled away you felt the tip of his dick brushing your slit, making you bite your lip. "Last chance. You positive that you want to do this with me?” "Gyutaro, just fuck me, pl-ah! G-Gyutaro!"

"F-fuck!" Gyutaro grit his teeth as he pushed his cock into you, your pussy clamping down on him harshly, the feeling being nothing short of heavenly. You were warm, wet, soft, and Gyutaro felt his eyes roll back in his head as he slid inch after inch into your heat, your whimpers being like music to his ears. "Shit, you feel good..." He panted as he stilled for a moment, both to let you adjust and keep himself from cumming before being able to properly pleasure you. "Gyutaro, I- O-oh god..." You breathed your hands scrambling to find purchase and soon settling on Gyutaro's shoulders, your nails digging in and breaking skin. "M-move...P-please move, I-I need you!" "Don't need to ask twice." Gyutaro breathed, starting to move his hips. Instantly his head fogged up, pleasure shooting through every nerve. A moan rumbled in his throat as he got lost in the sea of delight he found himself in. Were his ears ringing? He thought he could hear you moan his- "Gyutaro! F-faster, f-faster please! O-Oh god, Gyutaro!" You moaned out, trying to drag the demon closer to you. You wanted, needed, yearned for more of him, more skin to skin contact, anything he'd offer you'd snatch up, you just wanted Gyutaro. "Fuck...fuck...This is...holy shit, I wish I had you sooner..." The Upper Moon groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he started to nearly hammer his hips against yours, your eyes shooting open and you let out a cry of ecstasy, every inch of his cock hitting your sweet spots. Your walls fluttered around him, sweat dripped off your bodies, everything felt like it was on fire and burning you in the best ways possible, it was insanity of the most delectable precedence. He was getting close, hanging on by a thread as the coil in his gut began to grow tighter and tighter. No, he had to hang on, he had to- "Gyutaro! Ah!" You squealed as you came, drenching his thighs as your pussy clamped down on him, trying to milk him for all he had. That was it. The cord snapped. The demon came with a throaty roar, throwing his head back and choking out groans and soft whines. He weakly thrusted to ride out his orgasm, making yours last as well, soft moans and whimpers leaving your chest. And then he woke up. He was still in the den he and his sister had built underground. A groan of annoyance left Gyutaro's lips. He normally didn't have those kinds of dreams if he chose to sleep to pass the time. This was plain annoying as he had to try and get the damn stain out of his clothes before Daki came back, he really didn't need to deal with those questions. Getting up from the ratty futon, Gyutaro emerged into the night and went to the river. He wanted to get a bite to eat before going to answer your call for his company again.

[glitchtricks94]

NSFW Dialogue Prompts!

Nsfw and highly suggestive dialogue prompts below the cut! You've been warned~

"You're a fucking tease." | "I know. What're you gonna do about it?" | "Make sure your legs don't work in the morning, that's what."

"I can't wait anymore! Just please fuck me in the back of your car, in the booth, anything, just- Just touch me already, I need it!"

"You sent me nudes while I was at work? Why?!" | "I was needy and wanted your attention!" | "And it couldn't wait until after I got home?" | "No, I wanted your attention then and there! But you made me wait so I had to use the toys." | "You'll be using them for even longer now, brat."

"You've certainly got some nerve." | "How so, sweetie?" | "Since I woke up, I can't stop thinking of you." | "How is that my fault?" | "You made me want you in the most animalistic ways possible. I want you." | "What if I said you could have me?"

"Wow..." | "Stop staring, it's embarrassing..." | "I can't help it, you're more beautiful than I ever imagined..." | "You've imagined me naked?" | "Every night since we met, really..."

"Stop staring and touch me already, I want you."

"You made a sex playlist?" | "That's not a problem is it?" | "Nah, just surprised. You didn't strike me as the type." | "What can I say? I'm full of surprises." | "You got anymore to show me?"

"More, please! I-I want it, please!" | "I don't know. Can you take it?" | "Yes! Yes, I can take it, baby! I-I'll take all of it, please just give it to me! I- Ah! Fuuuck!"

[glitchtricks94]

Romantic Dialogue Prompts!

"The world was always so dark for me, nothing ever seemed to be okay...But then I met you, and you practically painted my sky." | "That's beautiful, but what're you saying?" | "I'm saying that I'm in love with you."

"You know, I never thought I'd end up like this." | "Like what?" | "This, next to you on a cold night just staring at cars through a window." | "Is that a bad thing?" | "No, because you're here."

"So why did you want me here?" | "I...don't know, I just named a place." | "I mean, I guess that's fine. I'm pretty chill going anywhere as long as I'm with you." | "Then will you go everywhere with me? Forever?" | "I think you know that answer." | "Is that a yes?" | "Absolutely."

"Are these for me?" | "I don't see anyone else I'd give homemade cookies to." | "Especially not in the shape of hearts?" | "Especially not in the shape of hearts."

"I can't imagine my life without you anymore." | "Then don't try to. I'm not leaving."

"Beautiful night tonight." | "Mhm." | "I can't think of any way to make this better." | "I can." | "Oh yeah? Tell me then." | "Kissing you." | "Then do it."

"I can't look at a sunset without thinking about you." | "Why's that?" | "Because you're as beautiful as a sunset."

"Hey, you know how there's like, a bajillion stars in space?" | "Yeah?" | "Each one is another reason why I fell in love with you."

[glitchtricks94]

Addiction - Chapter One

Gyokko x Fem!Artist!Reader

Well. Here we are, the first chapter of my most ambitious fanfic project to date. I'm excited about this because I've poured my little heart into this for months and just barely managed to finish the first chapter today after a sudden burst of motivation. Keep in mind, I don't shy away from serious topics, so check the warnings below. Betareader: @kakushino Word count: 5.2k Summary: Gyokko couldn't explain his new fascination with her, and yet he finds himself craving her attention and longing for her validation. He cannot get enough. Content warnings: Blood, descriptions of gore, violence, vomiting, death, mourning. Reader discretion is advised. With all that out of the way, kick back, relax and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks

Nothing could ever compare to him. Nobody could ever be better than he was in his craft, his focus, his unbridled passion. If anything dared tried to outshine him, it’d be cut down in the wake of his wrath, the Upper Moon’s vanity always screaming at him to surpass such things. Yes, the Upper Moon Five was a very prideful being all around, hungry for recognition and starving for superiority, for the favor of his master. Any other being aside was dirt beneath the porcelain vase he often confided his body to. A brilliant lure in his opinion, a pretty vase of his own design, simply appearing near the pathetic humans he planned to devour, both in and out of their homes, their screams being muffled when he sucked them into its confines, into his hungry maw. The demon did take pity in a few beings, a few having asked out loud who made such a pretty piece. He granted mercies with a small chat before simply skewering them using his abilities. The ones who appreciated his work were the ones he found to be the sweetest spoils of his hunts. He had set his sights on a quiet village this time; a beautiful summer’s night, clear sky filled with the glittering jewels of stars, all encompassing a secluded location. Immaculate. Perfect. Surely, such scenery could inspire his next masterpiece! With a delighted titter, Gyokko used his speed to appear at the doorstep of a woman who was said to be the envy of the town. He had sent out a few feelers while he lurked, staking out who he should eat first as he felt like treating himself that night. The place was isolated, everything silent. He was quivering with excitement. He couldn’t hold back, even! He blew open the door to the house, a giggle bubbling inside his chest as he slunk back into his vase, an annoyed groan gracing his ears. “Knocking is fine, Mikami!” A woman angrily called from deeper within the house. “There’s the usual beef onigiri in the kitchen! I’m busy working right now, I told you this two days ago!” Oh, so this was a more feisty human? That’s fine, Gyokko would work with such a thing. He preferred them a touch more foolish, though he certainly knew how to handle those that wanted to put up a fight, having tried to dip his hands into any and all, for the sake of his art of course. Pressing forward, Gyokko decided to let himself inside, using his speed to appear deeper into the home, the home dark except for one room, candles lit in the main room, the scent of a previous meal still lingering in the air, the spices swirling into a cocktail that permeated the house.

Silence hung all around Gyokko, mutterings of the woman that barked at him earlier soon filling the space. His curiosity piqued, he proceeded deeper, a light streaming into the hallway of the home, beckoning him forward. He fell for such a lure so quickly, eager to see just what little surprise he stumbled upon. Rising from his vase, Gyokko peered into the room, being welcomed by the sight of a glorious sculpture depicting a man in utter agony still being created under the delicate hands of a woman kneeled at the base. His eyes widened in disbelief at the level of detail being produced before him. He had stumbled across an artist crafting her magnum opus, there was simply no other way to explain the marble sculpture before him. He couldn’t stop the utter delight that flooded his senses, finally one that could truly appreciate and comprehend his work! And what luck, he happened to just have a new piece tucked away in one of his vases! He caught a lovely family of five, all grown up no less, a set of siblings that lived a little ways away from the village. This strange woman would understand him at heart, surely she would! The thought of having an intellectually stimulating conversation before his meal sounded so delightful, Gyokko could hardly contain himself as he soon came back out of his own excited thoughts, taking notice that the human he had come across was now on her feet, looking up at her work with an intense expression, the woman standing beside him in the light. He was lightly irked at her concentration, though, he cannot say he didn’t admire such a thing, especially as he got to gaze at her soft features for a spell. Her eyes were harsh, scrutinizing and a very lovely hue, skin pale with a thin layer of dust from the rock she had dug her work out of, lips pursed into a thin line, a slight rosy shade being revealed when he looked closer. Her hair was pulled back into an incredibly messy bun, stray hairs sticking out all over, a plain white yukata and obi decorating a small frame, hiding any possible muscle she could have built given her chosen medium. Rather drab looking overall, but she herself could be a lovely work of art if given the proper treatment. Perhaps Gyokko could make something out of her, something aside from a meal. Perhaps he could shape her limbs into some intriguing poses, like that of a dancer, or- “Can I help you?” Oh! It seems he was too focused again! She was looking at him. Such a vibrant expression, the upper moon couldn’t help but to laugh slightly and retreat back into his pot, moving with lightning fast speed to appear before her in her work room. Popping out of his vase again, he gazed at the human with an excited grin, the woman before him looking at him with a scrunched up expression. It looked alright on her, but he thought something more pain induced would be better, something that reminisced the throes of death wrapping around her figure. Yes, that would be very fitting for a woman like this. “Hello, miss! Delightful to come across you this evening!” Gyokko chirped, smiling at the woman, who crossed her arms at him, glare sharp and cold. “Just spit out whatever you’re going to say and get out.” She hissed. Oh. Goodness, she seemed to be such a vulgar thing. No matter, Gyokko could handle such things! He could certainly feel the passion of your work matching his own, so she would let her walls down eventually.

“I was merely hoping for a minute of your time!” Gyokko hummed, a set of grins sitting on his porcelain white skin, small arms sprouting at his sides, a brown vase appearing in one of his many hands. Gyokko took his cue to keep talking as the woman raised a brow at him. “I wanted to speak to you, my dear, for you and I share something in common; our passion for art! I can see you are rather talented in sculpting, not as brilliant as I am, but still worthy of-” “Stop yapping and get to the point. I’m a very busy woman.” You snapped, Gyokko gawking at you for a moment, three sets of frowns forming on his features. “My, my, impatient, aren’t we?” The demon huffed, feeling himself prickle at how harsh this woman was, how snappy. It made him want to tear out your tongue and devour it, just so you wouldn’t be able to speak. Maybe taking your vocal cords as well. “Well, since you’re so insistent, my dear, I shall concede to your wish.” The Upper Moon Five placed the brown vase on the ground, the human before him looking on with shock as a, quote unquote, “sculpture” burst forth, the dead eyes of the siblings he ruthlessly collected and twisted into a long braided pillar, a face of each sibling jutting out, mouths hanging open in a silent scream of agony. Gyokko looked up at his work, a prideful grin written on his face as he began to detail his choices for the piece. “That’s disgusting!” The demon froze, fury suddenly filling his bloodstream as veins appeared all across his face and body. Snapping his gaze to the woman before him, his art that he so graciously put on display was sucked back into a new pot that appeared at its base. “What did you just say, you hideous wench?!” “Your so-called artwork is hideous! What were you thinking?!” You screamed. “Were those people? Are you so heinous that you cannot be bothered to work with stone?!” “You insult my work when I so kindly showed you an exclusive piece, one that I, the grand and marvelous Gyokko, had created just recently?! You are blind! Foolish!” Gyokko yelled, raging so much that blood popped from the veins on his face, painting him in droplets of red. “No, you barged into my home, interrupted me in my work, stole first looks at my latest piece and then expected me to praise a disgusting beast with equally disgusting work?! You’re insane and asinine! Get out!” “You are a farce! Anyone with eyes and mind can see the brilliance of my works, they’re beautiful, as magnificent as I! You-”

“I said get out!” You spat, the darkness of an incoming storm hanging in your eyes, tears even welling up in the corners. Gyokko sneered at you, a look of disgust drawn on his features. “You are no artist, you can barely pass as a work of art with that grotesque form you call a body! I’ll always be superior to you if that is what you present, what you represent! Begone!” “A filthy worm like you isn’t even worth my time.” The demon hissed, a new pot appearing in his hand, this one orange with blue swirls of varying shades decorating it. A tendril of water shot out and charged at you at breakneck speed, slashing the side of your abdomen, ripping a scream of pain from you as you collapsed to the floor, the water splitting off into two tendrils and slashing at your arms before they dissipated, a scoff following. “Even your screams have killed my appetite. How disgusting, you absolute ape.” He spat before all went quiet in your humble home, a new voice calling out to you, calling your name. “Are you here? Please tell me if you’re okay, your front door is busted open!” Mikami. “Get the medical supplies! Help me!” You screamed, a small pool of blood forming around you, the copper scented liquid smelling acrid against your nose, the pain agonizing. Your friend shrieked as she came across you, following the sound of your voice. Mikami didn’t waste time in following your instructions. You couldn’t be more annoyed and agonized after getting bandaged up. Who was that freak? Why on earth was he connected to a vase? What was his weird enthrallment? And what the actual hell was that thing he showed you?! The faces on the pillar were horrifyingly familiar to you, the scent of iron now hanging in the air in your home, the smell being at its peak in your beloved studio. It would take ages to scrub the hideous crimson stains that soiled your floor, time you could sink into other things, things far more important than having to wipe away gross iron liquid. Mikami was shooting questions at you, her warm amber eyes filling with worry as she spoke, you looking at her with a stern glare before you shoved the onigiri towards her. Your patience was frayed, and you honestly wanted your friend to be quiet so you could think. “What-” Mikami sputtered, looking at you in confusion, your name twisting in confusion on her tongue. “Shut up. Eat. You do that when you’re stressed, so shut up, eat and let me think.” You huffed, narrowing your eyes at her. Mikami gaped, but reluctantly picked up a rice ball and began munching away. Your mind honed in on that pillar that the peculiar being, that disgusting monster had showed you, the faces being present sharpening. Your eyes shoot open, your complexion paling. Those were the Gishiwara siblings.

He used the siblings you practically treated as your own in that monstrosity he dared call art. He used the people you considered closest to you and twisted their limbs, braiding them together like some sort of grotesque tapestry. Tears filled your eyes as the gravity, the tremendous agony of what happened to you finally began to take hold. “You did really well on these,” Mikami complimented before her eyes moved to you again, your trembling form greeting her, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.”Hey, what’s wrong?” “H-He killed them…” You breathed, voice cracking as sorrow gripped you in its iron fists. Mikami abandoned the meal you had set out for her just on the off chance she’d swing by to see you, rushing to your side again. “He killed them…Yuri, Joto, Kaiyo, Hinari, Tetsuki, all of them…” You repeated, hands coming up to clasp at your head as you let out a wail, a scream leaving your throat and echoing into the night. Gyokko was fuming as he wove his way through the forest floor. How dare you insult his work! Such uncivilized swine! He could have perhaps waved it off if you had merely shown ignorance, but outright disdain? Calling him a beast, calling him asinine when he was trying to bless you with such imagery? He felt sick to his stomach. Part of him wonders if he should’ve just killed you, molded you into a work worthy of the gods above, you certainly had the beauty of some of the most ornate and divine oirans at your fingertips. Yet, you were not worthy of such a fate, of such mercy even, your blood not worth much even as paint on a brush to decorate a new vase, barely worthy of being spilled by his hand. No matter, you’d be decommissioned for your indiscretion. At least that much was fitting for you. Your words still stuck like sap to his skull though, such things normally being trivial to the artist. Gyokko paused before a small lake surrounded with foliage, the clear night sky reflected in the glass like water, fireflies dancing and glittering in the air all around. Peace, beauty. Gyokko decided here is where he will draw inspiration from within himself tonight, this lake did always feel sentimental to him, even if the reason had faded away after so long. It was somewhat of a creative haven, even with the dull ebb that always seemed to spark in his chest. A serene expression crossed his features for a moment, before your words echoed within him again.

“That’s disgusting!” “Your so-called artwork is hideous!” “You are no artist!” “I’ll always be superior to you if that is what you present!” A new wave of anger flooded Gyokko’s system as he clenched his fists. How could such a lovely looking being, a being that even shared a passion for the arts with him, one of the same medium no less, spew such vulgarity, such vitriol to him, the great and divine Gyokko? And you even managed to escape his wrath with your life, no less! Such filth, such disregard to all that could be considered beautiful! The anger was chased with a new feeling, one Gyokko always despised ever experiencing; humiliation. Humiliation flew through his veins as the realization that a pathetic human woman managed to shake him, a being of divinity, of glamor and beauty, someone so far below him managed to shake him from his pedestal, fill him with this mess of anger and strife. Inexcusable. There was only one to properly atone for such things; Gyokko would simply need to create his very own magnum opus, his own work of art that would trample, stifle your own. You already finished yours, but his, his will dwarf your work to where it’ll be seen as so minute, it could be mistaken for a simple anthill. Yes, that’s perfect, simply excellent. Brilliant. The next morning, with your wounds all bandaged and inspected by Mikami, you made your trek to the Gishiwara’s household, dreading just what you could possibly find within the depths that lay behind the shoji door. The trip was shorter than you would have liked. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, the unnerving stillness of the fields and hills that surrounded the home adding to your ever growing discomfort. Steeling your nerves, you took a deep breath, the heavy taste of copper dancing across your tongue as it wafted through the air through a crack in the door. You knew what you would find, you just had to confirm it, at least to try and perform a proper burial of sorts for your dear friends. Blood was everywhere. As expected, the crimson substance was caked on everything, pools on the floor not even dry as you stepped inside, the acrid scent invading your nose and making you dry heave. There were stains littering the walls, handprints littered about amongst deep gouges in the wood. Wandering deeper into the house you see everything in disarray; furniture upturned, floorboards ripped up, debris everywhere, all followed by a trail of sickly red. The struggles of all the siblings couldn’t be more evident. A new wave of tears began their cascade down your face as you explored the house. The stench of old, rotting meat blasted your senses as you slid open the door to the sibling’s bedroom, a scream being ripped from you.

Limbs were scattered about the room, pools of dried scarlet surrounding and staining them in a sickening tapestry of gore. Fingers were broken and bent in all sorts of directions, the joints on elbows exposed to open air, flesh peeled and bitten away from legs, feet bent backwards- You couldn’t look at it all anymore, you turned and began scrambling to get back outside, practically hurling your body out onto the dirt road, getting on your hands and knees while coughing heavily. You felt bile rising to your throat, the horrendous scene you subjected yourself to playing back over and over in your mind. This is what that monster did to them? Not only mutilating their bodies but ripping their limbs off? How you managed to keep yourself from vomiting only the gods and spirits of these hillsides will know. You gulped back all your feelings of anguish and disgust, shakily getting back on your feet and gazing back at the house of the Gishiwaras. You could practically hear the screams of Yuri and Tetsuki, the youngest of the siblings as they were terrorized and slaughtered, you could only imagine the pain poor Joto was in, watching all his younger siblings die if he wasn’t killed first. You retched, unable to hold back your disgust and pain anymore, the bile that you previously swallowed back forcing its way out your mouth as you coughed. You couldn't despise that bastard you met last night any more if you tried. He had ripped your friends away from you, friends that treated you as if they were your family. Now, your final memories of them are tainted with their agonized faces of death and bloodied walls of their home.

All because of him.

You shot a snarl at the house as you wiped the drool from your mouth, imagining that you were actually looking at the one responsible for all of this, all that happened to them. You felt hatred bubbling deep within your stomach as you tore your gaze away and  got to your feet again, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Anger was fading fast as you continued to stare down the home of your deceased friends, family really, and a hollow sadness was taking root. You shook your head, starting to walk away. You can’t dwell here too much, not now, not when the wound is so terribly fresh. Glancing back one last time, you grit your teeth before storming back to your village, a renewed fire in your eye and anger ebbing away inside your chest.

It was sunset by the time you arrived back home, your fury now having boiled down into a deep sadness as everything fully sunk in, a conclusion having been drawn; your dearest friends, your family, were now gone, and you couldn’t even say that it was painless. It was never to be painless for them with that monster at the root of it all. You trudged forward through the shoji doors of your home, vision blurring as tears brimmed around your eyes. Your feet instinctively carried you to your studio room, the hefty scent of powdered marble and wet clay filling your senses and comforting your poor heart. You had trusted Mikami to look after your home while you were away, as you weren’t sure if you would even come back or if you would come back. She was horrified either way and tried to stop you, yet you simply shrugged off her pleas in favor of sating your curiosity. Amber eyes landed on you as you stepped further into the studio, Mikami dropping the broom in her hands and scrambling to your side. “You’re back! Are you okay, do you-” “I’m fine, Mikami, just…Very sad, if I’m honest.” “You need tea, you’re never like this.” “They’re gone, Mikami. I’ll never see them again.” You spoke, voice tightening as Mikami hugged you tightly. “I’ll never be able to go and see them ever again! Oh, why did I have to spend the night here working instead of visiting them like I had planned, it could’ve been me instead of them! They were tormented, Mikami! Tormented!” Mikami looked at you with a saddened expression, watching your tears flow freely down your face as you began openly sobbing in front of her. She wrapped her arms around you, allowing you to cry into her shoulder, staining her purple kimono. She didn’t care, never did, she could never hold anything against you, as abrasive as you were, truly. “There, there…It’ll all be okay…” “How can it be okay when they’re gone, Miki? They’re dead, I can’t even give them a proper burial! That- That monster mutilated them into something hideous! I saw their faces in what that thing showed me!” You wailed, every barrier you had put up now crumbling before Mikami. “I don’t know…” “No one will ever know…” It seemed like the rest of the evening lasted for years to Mikami when she got you to calm down, able to step away and cook up some rice and tea for you to eat. There was no taste really in the food, more or less just acting as plain sustenance for your weary body. She wanted to get you to have something more, as she wasn’t a slouch in the kitchen, but nothing was appealing to you, in fact, you seemed to shut down and yourself close off, the shock coiling around your poor heart. It hurt her to see you like this.

As the moon was beginning to peak out over the mountains, you insisted Mikami head home quickly, panic in your eyes at the aspect of that monster returning and deciding to torment you further by targeting her next. Mikami argued back, but eventually conceded to you when she saw a fresh wave of tears ready to begin falling. You felt as if a weight had lifted as you watched Mikami make her way back into the village, there still being light out enough to allow for your dear friend’s safety. When she disappeared from your sight, you let out a soft sigh, trudging back to your studio. Slipping inside, your body instinctively went for your sculpting tools, the chisel and hammer feeling good in your palms, the weight of them bringing you down from whatever strange high you found yourself in. “Ground yourself.” You repeat to yourself, saying it over and over as you begin to chip away at the large marble sculpture you had been dedicating the past two months of your life crafting, your tragic vision being what you’ve always longed to see in the flesh. You were compelled for years to create this, near obsessed with it last spring to where Mikami had to physically drag you away from your meticulous planning every three days to get you to take care of yourself. She often enlisted Joto to help drag you away, as his bulkier form could overpower your own stubbornness and strength. You paused, heart clenching in pain. Joto. “He was so young…barely my age…” You uttered softly, eyes falling to the ground. You tightened your grip on your tools, trying to push down your sadness, you had work to do, you need to get this piece done, it’s been the only thing you could think about for months. You can’t lose yourself now! You clenched your jaw and raised your tools to the marble. Chisel positioned, you struck the back with your hammer, beginning another long night of digging out your masterpiece, the familiar motions quieting any buzzing that was blaring in your mind. You had your focus back at last. “Hyo, hyo! Not as alert as you were last night, were you?” No. No, he couldn’t be back already. Your breath stilled as you froze, hand halting right as you were about to strike your chisel again. Slowly turning your gaze, your eyes landed on the porcelain pot that held the monster who killed your beloved friends. “Get out.” You breathed, hands now trembling, eyes unfocused. A black ooze shot out of the pot, tightening and shifting in color until he was there again, the eyes in his forehead and mouth locked on your figure, two pairs of emerald lips curling up into sinister smiles, his mouth eye mimicking the gesture.

“How rude! I see that your lack of hospitality carried over from last night.” The demon hummed, his gaze sliding down your figure. “Here I thought a dame such as yourself would behave less like an ape than before upon realizing just who I am.” “I know what you are…” You croaked out, throat tightening. “I know exactly what you fucking are! I know what you did too!” “Oho? Then, my dear, would you care to voice your thoughts, finally praise my greatness as it deserves?” Gyokko crooned, puffing his chest out in pride. So perhaps this woman truly wasn’t utterly brainless! “I would never praise a monster like you! A murderer with no heart!” You cried, a new wave of tears now cascading down your face. The demon before you turning from prideful to furious. “What you did to me, what you did to them, it’s nothing short of horrendous! No one but a heartless monster like you could have done that to them!” “Those filthy siblings were worthless, they were merely only good under my hands, under my expertise! You must be too ignorant to know just what brilliance-” “Brilliance?! You dare say your heinous crimes are a form of brilliance?!” You barked, your breathing turning heavy as you suddenly took a step forward, your knees threatening to buckle beneath you as you hissed out your next words. “You’re delusional! Disgusting! Horrible! They were never worthless, they were kind, sweet, loving! Things you would never deserve a taste of, to know the feeling of!” Gyokko felt his blood boil hearing such things, the demon already feeling the urge to rip you to shreds, yet, his gaze trailed to the tears rolling down your pale cheeks, watching them wash away the marble powder. Elegant in a way, like blood oozing from the skin under his claws. A mild distraction as he gazed upon you, a strange beauty being pulled forth before him. It made him pause for a moment, temporarily forgetting the fact you were berating him for killing those pathetic farmers you called our friends. Gyokko’s stupor was soon forgotten as he suddenly felt a dull pain on his cheek and the taste of iron on his tongue. Snapping back to reality, he realized that you, a mere human woman, had just slapped him and were now holding your now bleeding palm to your chest. He shifted to where he sat straight, rising further from his pot to look down at you like a djinn rising from its prison to look down at the foolish mortal that released them. His expression turned harsh once more, his lips forming into three distinct frowns as veins appeared all across the edges of his face. You merely held your teary eyed glare as you stared up at him, standing your ground in all your stubborn glory. The demon before you let out a low growl.

“You dare lay your hands upon me, you disgusting worm?!” Gyokko shrieked, snarling as you bared your teeth at him. “Me, the disgusting worm? The filth and tarnish of everything you create will never compare to my works, to my heart! You are hideous, abhorrent, sickening! And the works you create are no more than a mirror to you, you-” Your rant was cut short, the same watery tendril flinging you back against the wall of your studio, destroying a few of your smaller sculptures from the force of how hard he threw you. “Silence, you insolent ape!” Gyokko bellowed, appearing in front of you in the blink of an eye and leaning down until you’re both nose to nose. “You should count yourself lucky that I have not found you worthy enough to be turned into my next work of art, my glorious hands could work wonders beyond your imagination, and clearly you are but an ignorant stain on this earth, just like the rest of your ilk.” He hissed, earning a sneer. “I’m flattered you don’t want to make me into another one of your grotesque monstrosities.” You spat, earning another growl and another strike from him at the hands of his strange orange and blue pot. You hissed in pain as there was now a burning sensation slicing through your abdomen, your yukata staining from a soft blue and green to a deep crimson red. A spectacular sight in Gyokko’s vision. “You aren’t worth killing, either.” Gyokko hissed as he vanished once more, your window being flung open like two night’s prior. You staggered to your feet with a groan as you pressed your arm to your new wounds, going off to treat them on your own, praying to the gods above that you’ll never have to encounter that foul creature ever again for the rest of your days. Your bandage work was shoddy at best and bound to let you bleed out at worst. You decided that optimism would be your better half at this point in time. You sighed as you tidied up the mess that monster had left behind again, sweeping up the fractured pieces of your beloved sculptures and disposing of them before returning to your abandoned masterpiece in the making, the chisel and hammer returning to your hands effortlessly. Pouring your pain into your work once more, the strike of your tools rang out, as if singing the very essence of your soul into the night until you collapsed from exhaustion, falling asleep on the floor of your studio, like many nights previous. 

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Little Star

Gyutaro x Human!Reader

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! It's been awhile since I looked at this editor and not wanted to tear my hair out! I needed a break from a massive fic I'm working on, and a headcannon I have for Gyutaro is that he loves star gazing. One of the few joys in his life, really. So, combining that with a nickname is how this came to be. I ain't countin' words in this one, it's short as fuck by my standards. Enjoy the softer side of my favorite upper moon. So, kick back, relax and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks Edit: part 1 because Tumblr's being a meanie beanie. -_- Link to Part Two at the end!

The stars above filled your eyes, peace settling into the air as you waited for him. The night's cold chill nipped at your shoulders, you tugging your latest gifted haori closer, the black and yellow fabric patterned like clouds in a sky standing out against the sea of navy and gray that clung to the night and buildings around you, the lights of the entertainment district having dimmed or flickered out entirely.

You heard a creak on the old rooftop you sat upon, your gaze being ripped from the little sparkles that filled the sea that was the night sky, expression softening seeing your beloved climb his way up to your perch. "Hey, you." You crooned affectionately, Gyutaro's amber lit eyes landing on your form, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "If it isn't my favorite disgrace." Gyutaro crooned, raspy voice soothing your nerves as he approached, balancing on the tiles that coated the building with practiced expertise to take his rightful place beside you. The upper moon took in your warm expression, how your eyes were always filled with adoration for him whenever your paths seemed to cross. "How am I a disgrace this time, Gyutaro?" You asked, cocking a brow at the demon with a wide grin on your face, your companion taking his place at your side with a throaty laugh. "You let me near you and wear the things I dredge up, you're practically a disgrace of the highest kind just by associating with me." You hummed at his response, leaning against Gyutaro's bicep. "Well, it's not my fault that you always give me such pretty things." You responded, enjoying how Gyutaro looked at you with a confused frown. He could never quite process that you actually enjoyed his company or the things he finds for you, always feeling like he's contaminated them somehow. "And, like I've said before, if being a disgrace means you'll be near, then I don't mind at all." The upper moon rolled his eyes with a scoff, but still slipped his arm around your smaller frame, tugging you closer to him. "You're a weird human." "I'm aware, I'm aware, but you don't mind that, do you?" You asked, looking up at Gyutaro with a cheeky grin, one that made him sigh and hand over a smile. You loved whenever he would relent to you like that, just accepting what he found odd about you in stride. "Can't say I do, little star." He replied, voice laced with fondness. Both of you turned your gazes to the sky again, Gyutaro soon shifting to move you to sit in his lap, your head resting against his broad chest, his ribs digging slightly into your back. A comfort to you. You let out a content hum, Gyutaro settling his arms around your much smaller frame. Time passed, hours being rolled by with hushed whispers of the constellations leaving the two of you, Gyutaro giving you backhanded compliments on your knowledge. You didn't mind that any kind words he gave you were laced with his special brand of venom, it was who he was and you'd be damned if you said you didn't find that at least a little endearing. "Hey, I found Orion." You hummed, Gyutaro grunting and following your gaze. "The myth behind him was interesting. The Greek goddess of the hunt shot him because he was mistaken for prey in some iterations, and if I remember correctly, shot him for being a peeping tom in one." Gyutaro cracked up hearing the second half of your sentence. "How pathetic! Couldn't think with his head, huh?" "Apparently not considering he peeped on a woman who's literally the goddess of hunting, so she's bound to have a sharp shot, and oh, just maybe a bow and arrow on hand." "Those stories you got on the sky get more and more amusing, little star." "Well, I did try and learn a bit more. I mean, I live in the entertainment district, I have to be entertaining, it's my job." "Don't need to much for that given most of the filth that prowls through."

"Those are for the people that pay for it. Not many decent ones come around these days." You spoke, an exasperated laugh leaving you. Gyutaro merely held you tighter to his chest in response. He didn't like that you ended up here, being a courtesan and essentially having to sell yourself, yet there was always that selfish part of him that never wanted you to leave, never wanted to let you slip away. You were so sweet, like candy for his mind, and so very addicting too. You made him forget how miserable he was, grounding him in the now where it was just you, him and the sea of stars glittering above you. "At least I never get the really bad ones twice." Gyutaro couldn't suppress the sadistic smile on his face. He forced it back after a moment, a comfortable silence entrapping the both of you. "Gyutaro?" You called, the upper moon grunting in acknowledgement. "Why do you always call me little star?" He fell silent, looking off into the distance, expression hardening. "I'll...need to explain a few things. You willing to hear all that? You got the time for that shit?"

Little Star Part Two